After moment’s silence, I meekly asked for a dry one, but I wasn’t hopeful as she’s always refused in the past. “Yes I suppose so.” she said, much to my surprise. Although she did sound more than a little annoyed. “I suppose it’s only fair now you’re buying your own.” she added. Instead of going to my room to change me though, see had me bring my mat and a fresh nappy down to the sitting room so she didn’t have to move more than she had to.
I did as I was told and had my wet nappy removed in front of the TV. “It’s so much easier cleaning you up now all your hair’s gone.” she said as she caressed me with baby wipes. I felt a sudden swelling. “I think you prefer it too.” she said as I felt myself get harder and harder. “Lets get that covered up shall we.” she said as a dry nappy was shuffled beneath me and wrapped over my rock hard member. “That’s better.” she said once it was in place. “Rubbers on!”
I pulled my rubber knickers up my legs and over my nappy. Aunt Katinka picked up my lilac over knickers and noticed that they were slightly damp. “You’ve leaked a bit… these’ll have to go in the wash.” she said. “It’s a shame to cover those rubbers up anyway.” she smiled, looking at my girlie rubber knickers covered in little blue butterflies.
I looked down and saw the telling bulge beneath my rubbers and nappy. I’ve never been so quick to don my baby doll nightie, which although very short, is just long enough to cover my embarrassment. As is her rule, I’m sent to bed at 9.30pm sharp, but struggled to sleep as I’d failed to complete my work. I guess I’ll just have to get up early and do as much as I can, and hopefully hand it in before lunch, I figured.
The next morning I got up, had breakfast, had my nappy removed and got ready for work… sort of. With my knickers, bra and blouse on, I trotted down to the kitchen to find my trousers. “I put them in the wash.” Aunt Katinka told me. She apologised because she’d intended to put them in the dryer last night so they’d be ready for me, “But I got waylaid changing your nappy.” she added, suggesting it’s my fault.
“I’ll have to wear my own suit.” I said. “WHAT?!” I exclaimed when my aunt said she’d taken it to a charity shop weeks ago. “What else am I supposed to wear?”
“Well there’s your shift dress… or your skirt suit?” she suggested.
“I can’t wear those for work!” I retorted.
“Well what else are you going to wear?” she smugly asked.