She wiped my pubic area quickly with a baby wipe and slipped my feet through the leg holes in the underwear she had bought me. Then she pulled them down my legs, working them over my knees and up to my bottom. She lifted my feet again with one hand and tugged on the back of the underwear until they had cleared my cheeks and then lowered my feet so she could use both hands to pull the front of the underwear up. Gina carefully folded the wet diaper into a neat package and opened the lid on the new yellow plastic diaper pail she had bought to throw it away. I found the presence of the diaper pail ominous. I’d have to be careful and watch my toilet urges or it would see more use. Gina said, “Stay there, Honey. I’m not finished yet,” and went to the dresser to get something out.
She sat me up on the table and had me hold my arms in the air so she could slip them through the armholes of the T-shirt she had brought me. She pulled the hem of the T-shirt down to my waist to even it out and smooth it down. “There you go. All done,” she told me.
Then she put her hands under my armpits again and lifted me up from the table to lower me to the floor. I looked down at the new underwear she had bought me and thought that there was something odd about them that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was hard to see them upside-down so I went into Gina’s bedroom to look at them in the full length mirror Gina had mounted on the door.
I gazed in my sister’s dressing mirror and saw the image of what I had become looking back at me. I was no longer the dapper Physics professor whose Epicurean tastes were renowned on campus. Instead the I saw the reflection of an apparent two year old dressed in a white T-shirt and underpants. Then I realized what my subconscious had been niggling me about the underwear; there wasn’t any fly to pee through! I put my hand down to feel the front of my underwear and felt a thick panel in the front that I hadn’t noticed before. The underpants were padded…They were training pants!
“Gina!”, I yelled angrily, “What is the meaning of this? I sent you out to get regular underwear for me and you bought training pants!”