I woke up to the pitter-patter of rain. My clock read 7:46 AM, but the darkness could fool anyone into thinking the sun was yet to rise. It fit my mood perfectly. I had the worst night of sleep in my entire life. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight I had with Tori the night before. I had gone way too far. Sure, I had a reason to be emotionally distressed at the moment, but that didn’t meant that I could take it out on anyone else, especially Tori. She was the one thing in the world that I treasured above anything else, and that was after being with her for only a few weeks. She made me happier than anyone else could. She would never try to hurt me, and just because of one event that she had nothing to do with, I threw her under the bus and took my anger out on her. I had to make it up to her. I could not lose her.
I grabbed my phone and pressed the first speed dial. It wasn’t until after the phone started ringing that I realized I had no idea what to say. I started to panic, trying to figure out how I was going to apologize. However, after the third ring, I heard her voicemail message. She must have ignored the call. Usually it took at least seven rings before I hit her voice mail, and it would have cut the first ring off if her phone was off. I wasn’t mad, though. I deserved it.
“Hi. This is Tori. Sorry I missed your call. You know what to do!” the voice mail machine said before issuing an annoying tone.
“Hi Tori. This is Stephen. I’m really sorry how I acted last night. You did not deserve any of it. I wanted to come over and apologize. Please call me back when you get this.” I said and ended the call. Throwing the phone onto the end table, I sat down on my bed. “Wow, Stephen” I thought, “You really screwed up this time. You got the nicest girl you’ve ever met to reject a call from you.”
After staring out the window mindlessly for a few minutes, I finally decided to get ready and hope for a call back from Tori. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a bunch of clothes and a fresh diaper and headed for the shower. It felt good to let the water pour over my body. It was almost as if it was washing away some of my problems along with to my bodily filth. After I got out of the shower, I noticed that I had a text message. It was from Tori
“hey stephen. i got ur msg. you can come over if you want.” it read. I took no time in returning the text, typing that I’d be right over. I then hurried getting dressed, jumping in my car, and rushed over to Tori’s house.
There I was, again, in Tori’s driveway. I was beyond nervous, even more nervous than our first date after I got out of the hospital. I had no idea what I was going to say. Even worse, I didn’t know how she would respond. Visions of all the possibilities flashed before my eyes, sending me on an emotional roller coaster. I eventually gained courage and walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell. “Well, at least I don’t have to worry about hiding the fact that I’m wearing a diaper from her.” I thought as Tori answered the door.
“Hi Tori.”
“Hi Stephen.” she responded, motioning me to come in and led me to her bedroom upstairs.
“Look, Tori. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have taken out my emotions on you.”
“It’s fine,” she said looking at the ground, “you kinda have an excuse with everything that happened last night.”
“No. I have no excuse. There’s absolutely no reason for me to act like that to you.”
“Yeah, well I guess no one is perfect,” she said. Her words were comforting, but her voice sounded dejected and depressed.
“Tori, you say that like nothing happened, but I can tell you’re hurt. Please, just talk to me. It’s okay if you’re mad at me. I was an ass.” I said, but Tori just sat there, eyes locked with her pink, fuzzy socks. Finally, after a minute, she let out an audible sigh and started to talk.
“Things just never work out the way you want them to, do they?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that things may look like they’re going you’re way, but then you find out the truth and your hopes are trampled on. You’d think I would’ve learned better than to get my hopes up by now.
“I’m sorry, but I–” I started but was interrupted.
“No! You don’t understand! I know you mean well, Stephen, but you have no idea what it feels like. I finally met a guy that’s genuinely nice and charming. Most guys don’t really care about me. They’re just thinking about their fucking dicks!”
“Tori, I–”
“Stop interrupting! Let me just finish, okay? I was so impressed when you saved my life that night in the gas station. I know you say that anyone would do it, but that’s not true. Most guys would have just taken the opportunity to save their own ass! You were already intriguing to me, but the fact you were so selfless was really attractive to me. You’re different than the other guys! You actually care! Then, when I visited you after you were out of the hospital, I saw the package of diapers in your room and my heart skipped a beat. I thought you were diaper lover. I honestly thought you were the guy of my dreams.”
“Wait, the guy of your dreams wears diapers just because he wants to””
“Well, yeah. I know it’s extremely weird, but I think guys like you look really cute in diapers. I just feel bad because you wear them out of necessity, especially since it’s because of me. God, this whole thing’s screwed up.”
“Hey now. Don’t feel bad. I was– and still am– willing to sacrifice my life for you. Having to wear diapers is nothing, especially now that I know that you think that it’s cute. To think, I was nervous as hell that you’d find out.”
“Well, that’s understandable. I mean what’s the chance that I’d be such a freak, as you said last night.”
“Oh, c’mon Tori! You are not a freak! God, I feel really bad now. I am really sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
“It’s fine. I was trying to be sarcastic. You don’t have to do anything.”
“No! It’s not fine! I feel like I have to do something to make it up to you. I won’t leave until I do!”
“Well, if you insist,” she said with an evil grin, “I guess we could have a little play time.”
“Okay, um, what do you mean by play time, exactly?” I asked as Tori walked to her closet and dug out an old shoe box from the back.
“Well, I wasn’t completely truthful to you, I guess. I’m not just a diaper lover. I’m also a Teen Baby!”
“I’m sorry, but what’s a Teen Baby?”
“It’s pretty self-explanatory, actually. It’s a teenager who enjoys acting like a baby. They can do anything from playing with baby toys to wearing diapers to sucking on pacifiers and drinking from bottles! It’s a lot of fun!”
“Okay,” I said, still somewhat confused, “Now how does that fit into our ‘playtime?’”
“Isn’t it obvious? You’re going to be the baby and I’m going to be the mommy! I’ve always just pretended to be the baby by myself, but I’ve always wanted to try babying a boy my age!”
“Wait a second,” I said hesitantly, “I don’t know if this is the best idea.”
“Come on! It’ll be fun! And you just said that you wanted to make it up to me! This is how you can do it. Please? Just for me?” she said with her puppy-dog face. Why did she have to use her puppy-dog face? I never could resist it!
“Fine. I’ll do it. Where do we start?”
“Oh, yay! Well, fist of all, lets give baby Stevie his binky so he stops babbling so much!” she exclaimed as she opened the shoe box, took out a pacifier, and put it in my mouth. It was very strange to me. It was so foreign, yet so very familiar. I took a minute to play around with it, trying to get used to sucking on it. No matter how I did it, I felt very awkward. It didn’t help that Tori was staring at me, giggling with glee the whole time.
“Next, let’s get those big boy pants off you!” She said and started to unbutton my shorts. I just kind of sat there in shock. I never thought that the first time that a girl was taking off my pants would be like this. “Aww! Baby Stevie looks so cute in his didees!” she let out in the biggest baby-talk voice one could imagine, causing the blood to rush to my face. I was so embarrassed, getting baby-talked to by the girl I loved while I was wearing nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. Tori was absolutely loving the entire thing. I hadn’t seen her smile so big before. That helped me quite a bit. As long as she was happy, I was happy. “Okay Stevie! Let’s go downstairs and watch a movie!” This is where I woke up from my relaxed, shocked state.
“Wait,” I said taking the pacifier out of my mouth, “Doing this up in your room is one thing, but downstairs is another. Can I at least put pants on?”
“Oh, c’mon, Mr. ‘I’ll give my life for you’. Both my parents will be at work for another 7 hours. There’s nobody around to see you! Besides, if you have pants on, how will I know when you need a diaper change?”
“True.” I said, defeated, blushing at the diaper change comment. “You win.”
“I always do!” she said giddily before she took me by the hand and led me down the stairs and into the living room. She had me sit on the couch as she went into the kitchen and came back with a warm bottle of milk. “I didn’t want baby Stevie to get hungry, so I thought you could suck on your baba while we watched the movie!” She then popped in Finding Nemo in the DVD player, grabbed a blanket and sat down on the couch next to me. Then, she leaned me onto her shoulder and put the blanket over the two of us. I never thought that I could be so feel so comfortable and secure in this situation. I felt more loved than I ever have as she placed the bottle in my mouth and I began to suck in the warm milk. It wasn’t long until I fell asleep. For the first time, I was actually happy to be diapered.