I lied in bed, cozy and warm. I felt a small rocking sensation. I became more and more conscious very quickly and when I was fully awake, I opened my eyes. Standing above me, smiling, was a boy with white hair, and deep red eyes. It was Jacob.
“Come on Twi Twi! Get up! We got to get to school!” He shouted enthusiastically. It was my first day going back to school since my kidnapping. As I sat up, I felt the front of my well-padded crotch. It was surprisingly dry. Then I realized my blanket was missing, and that my stuffed animal was behind me on my pillow. I looked back at it as much as I could, smiling happily at the polar bear.
I looked over to Jacob, who looked at me with a look of pure love, and joy.
“Come on, we’re going to be late!” He said impatiently. I looked at my clock. It blinked 4:30 AM. I looked at Jacob curiously, with a hint of irritability in my eyes.
“Jacob?” I asked him. “Why, in the name of all that is good in the world, would you wake me up at four thirty in the morning?!” I asked aggravated.
“So we wouldn’t be late for school! It’s at five, right?” He pondered.
“No! It’s at six!” I responded with a sigh. “Hey…” I asked, looking back to my diaper. “Did you change me while I was sleeping?” I asked.
“Oh yeah! You were wet, so I changed you real quick. Hope you don’t mind!” He said. In all honesty, I didn’t mind at all. I didn’t want my parents up just yet, and as the rules said now, in my own home, I was not allowed to change myself. My parents, though now closer to me than ever, were still as annoying as possible. I had a new set of rules, but a lot of them were self-explanatory, and I wouldn’t argue about them. Others, like the “No changing yourself” rule, I didn’t really care for. I suppose they had read a few too many of my older stories I’d posted to the net.
I swung my legs over my bed, and stood up. Stretching, I walked over to my dresser and grabbed some clothes. I took a white T-shirt, an orange hooded sweatshirt, a pair of denim jeans, and a pair of fresh white socks. I set the clothes down on my bed, putting each thing on slowly. I wanted to waste time; I didn’t want to think this morning. I wanted to just keep my mind blank, or at least not focus on the impending doom that was my school. I walked over to Jacob and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for waking me up.” I said. He blushed furiously, as though he’d wet his pants.
He followed me as I walked downstairs to the kitchen. He sat down at the table, waiting for me to get him something to eat. I opened up the pantry, only to find nothing really in particular to eat. I pushed some things aside, and pulled out a blue box with the picture of a pop-tart on it.
I grabbed two packages out of the box, and tossed one to Jacob, who just barely caught it. I smiled a bit at how clumsily he’d caught it, and sat down across from him. We began to talk idly about the school and what not. Jacob had not been to school in two years, but he still knew all that I did, and more in the field of academics. While he had been regressed, he was still taught by his father. Something that he probably shouldn’t have done if he was really meaning to regress his son fully; at least through conventional means.
We talked a little more, eating our pop-tarts quickly. We sat down on the couch, and watched a little T.V. Well, I should say Jacob watched T.V, while I thought for a bit about the events of the previous week. When I returned home last Tuesday, I was so relieved. But Jacob wasn’t. His father had just been shot by his grandfather right in front of his own eyes. He was placed in foster care for no more than three days. We took him in that Friday, my birthday, on February twentieth… things changed.
[I]I had awoken that morning like I had been the past few days now; wet. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just uncomfortable at first. I wasn’t used to it. I also wasn’t used to being incontinent. I wasn’t totally incontinent, and I could have made it to the bathroom on several occasions, but I chose not to. When I had finally gotten out of bed, in nothing more than my soaking wet diaper and my night shirt, I was greeted by my mother, whom promptly changed me. Compared to even Terri, my mother was an omnipotent diapering god of sorts. She did me up perfect every time! It wasn’t to constricting, or too loose. I didn’t leak, but I could still move around comfortably.
After my short change, and then getting myself dressed, I went downstairs to go get breakfast. My father had decided we would eat out this morning. I did have a long day ahead of me, after all…[/I]