Mum unfolds the nappy as Bow Kid puts her PJs on the coffee table and lies down. She catches your eyes as she waits, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face as she does. Meanwhile, the nappy now unfolded, mum sets it aside before pulling up Bow Kid’s blue dress. You can see Bow Kid lift her bum slightly as your mum pulls off her undies and then slips the nappy under her.
You probably shouldn’t, but you were immensely curious, watching us mum folded the nappy up over your friend, and then with one hand on the front of the nappy, pulled each side up over, sticking it them into place.
“How’s that feel?” mum asked.
“All good,” Bow Kid replied.
“Want help with your PJs?”
“Um — okay,” Bow Kid replied with slight uncertainty.
Mum smiles at her, reaching for the bundle of clothes. Picking up the trackies, mum shares a knowing look with you before threading Bow Kid’s feet through the holes. Bow Kid lifts her nappied bottom as mum pulls the trackies up over her, before doing the cord up for her in a bow. She then helped Bow Kid upright and helped pull the dress up over Bow Kid’s head before helping her with the t-shirt.
You could remember back to a time when mum still helped you dress like that, and while maybe you wouldn’t want to do it all the time, it did seem nice to do at least occasionally.
“So, you’re the cute kitty cat tonight?” mum asked you.
You blush faintly.
“Yep.”
Mum smiled at you.
“Well, come on then, lets get you ready.”
You suddenly realise your heart is pounding. It’s a mixture of crazy embarrassing and at the same time it seems really nice to be looked after. Having to think about it, you put a foot forward and walk over. Lying down in front of mum, you wonder if there’s anything you need to do. You’re in shorts and not a dress, so does that complicate things.
Looking up, mum unfolds the nappy and lays it next to you. You try not to think too much about it as mum unbuttons your shorts, so you look to your side at the nappy. Reaching out, you lift it up slightly, letting you see the pastel pink and blue design of Minnie Mouse. Realising how cute it is, your heart seems to swell slightly, enough that you barely think about mum tugging off your undies.
When you look up, you notice that Bow Kid is sitting next to you, looking at you with a reassuring smile. At the sound of tape, you look down to see mum finishing up. The nappy around your is tight but secure.
“Can you pass me the PJs?” Mum asks Bow Kid before looking down at you with a soft smile. “It’s been a few years, but I still remember how I used to do up your nappy.”
You blush at the mention, averting your eyes to follow the PJs being passed over you. Mum holds them up for a second to get them around the right way and then pulls the zipper down. Flipping them around again, you remember the zipper goes at the back on Bow Kid’s jammies. Then, mum threads your feet through the holes.
Pulling them up to your thighs, mum pulls you upright and then gets to her feet, pulling you so you’re standing. She tugs the PJs up over your nappy before lifting your t-shirt up over your head. Your try to get your arms through the arm holes, but the back-opening clothes are a bit unusual to you and you struggle slightly to Bow Kid’s giggle. Soon, mum helps you with them, and then turning around, mum pulls the zipper up over your nappy and up to your collar.
“All done. How does that feel?” mum asks.
You squirm slightly in your nappy and onesie. You can feel the slightly bulk of the nappy between your lets and you’re sure the PJs are holding the nappy securely against you. It feels nice though — nice and secure.
Not sure how to voice it however, you nod. Glancing at Bow Kid, she gives you a thankful smile, stepping closer to you. She pulls you into a hug which you easily return affectionately.
Mum’s doing something on her computer while you sit cross-legged on your padded bottom. The nappy securely around you is nice. Looking over at Bow Kid (her bow needed readjusting after changing into her PJs), you can see the top of her nappy peeking out of her waistband. She yawns and catches your eyes, smiling at you before turning back to her careful fabric cutting.
“Does your mum do it the same?” you ask.
Bow Kid thinks for a moment.
“Sometimes,” she replies. “But sometimes I get my own undies off first.”
Knowing mum will send you both to bed soon, you decide to find out if there’s a movie on TV, because then you might get to stay up later. Bow Kid perks up as you fiddle with the remote and start browsing through the channels. It doesn’t take long to find Finding Nemo.
“Have you seen this?” you ask Bow Kid.
“I think so,” she replies uncertainly.
Her eyes on the TV, she puts down her scissors. It doesn’t take long for Bow Kid to find herself enjoying the movie. It’s cut short by an ad break. Bow Kid frowns.
“I hate ads,” she grumbles.
It’s the strongest denouncement you’ve ever heard her made. You think for a moment.
“I think we’ve got the DVD of this,” you say, getting to your feet.
Going over to the shelf, you scan the titles until you find.
“Here!” you say, pulling it out. You quickly load up the DVD and have the movie going before the annoying adverts are even over. “Wanna sit on the couch?” you ask.
Looking up from where she was laying on the floor, Bow Kid nods and gets up to join you. You cuddle next to her to enjoy the film.
By the time Marlin and Dory are trying to carry the mask with the address on it, mum comes into the lounge room to tell you it’s time for bed.
“But mum, we’re watching a movie,” you say.
Mum sighs.
“Okay, but you have to go straight to bed afterwards,” she says. As you nod, she picks up the remote, pausing the film. “But I want you two to brush your teeth now.”
You and Bow Kid agree, and get up to brush your teeth. As you do so, you watch Bow Kid yawn again. She looks a bit tired, but is still smiling. Soon you’re back on the couch cuddling.
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