Part 1: Don is my name, I just turned 18 years old to become an adult. I was born premature which resulted in me being small all my life. At age 18 I am only 4’ tall weighing 60 pounds. My sister thinks I am a brat and received special treatment from mother.
Susan is 19 years old but much bigger than I am. Susan is 5’ 9” tall weighing 160 pounds. She was the athletic type in high school being a cheerleader. Susan is very pretty for a sister but bossy too. Dad was shot by a criminal a few years ago and passed away. He was a sheriff with the Clermont Police. Mom is average build for age 38 and her name is Bernice.
Dad’s death was a shock to the family, we were always worried since he had a dangerous job. Life insurance and police death benefits left mother wealthy. She works part time just to stay busy several days per week. Mom works at the Publix Deli in Clermont.
We still live in the 3 bedroom family home in Clermont, FL in the year 1970. The home is in the country with Clermont just 5 miles away. Today my sister is babysitting me which is embarrassing at my age. Mother was called into work unexpectedly, she usually works on weekdays. Today is Saturday the 21st day of May.
“I had plans to go Shopping at Kmart today,” Susan told me, “I have to babysit you now and will take you with me shopping.”
“I don’t care to hang around the girls department while you pick out prissy clothes,” I replied being honest.
“Too bad brother since you have no choice but to come along,” Susan said seriously.
“Ok, since it appears I have no other choice,” I replied upset.
Susan has her own car a 1962 Buick Special that is like new. It was a one owner kept in the garage all the time driven only 20,000 miles.
“Did you take a shower yet today?” Susan asked, “I don’t think so Don so take a shower and put on some clean clothes.”
I was due for a shower and took a long warm shower and washed my hair. My hair is brown and down to my shoulders. Susan often teases me about looking like a little girl. I ignore those comments and think she is wrong. Being born premature not only left me small for my age but my body hair never grew in. I don’t have to shave my face and my legs are hairless like a female.
“Good to see you are ready to leave since it is almost noon,” Susan said with hands on her hips.
Susan is wearing a pink ladies t-shirt with white short shorts. She likes the boys to look at her when out in public. Susan has long blond hair past her shoulders. She has a suntan and pretty legs. I dressed in a pair of navy blue shorts with a light blue t-shirt.
To my surprise Susan picked me up in her arms and carried me to the car. She placed me in the passenger seat with seat belt fastened. I can barely see out the front window being so short. In 15 minutes we arrive at Kmart and park the car.
“Stay here a minute, I need to get something so you don’t run off and get lost,” Susan insisted going in Kmart.
Susan came back with a toddler stroller and put me in the stroller. I objected as she fastened me in for safety. I cannot get out without Susan using the key to unlock the straps. Kmart has these to use free for toddlers, they are made to keep the toddler in the stroller.
“Get me out of this thing!” I exclaimed not being a toddler.
“Shut up and behave,” Susan said, “I am in charge of you Don.”
The car is locked, Susan pushes me into Kmart to do some shopping. Unknown to Susan I was going to use the men’s room as soon as we got inside. I let her know I need to pee ASAP.
“I am sure you can hold it for a while,” Susan said, “most adults can wait to use the toilet and pee.”
“I forgot to go before leaving the house,” I said, “you picked me up and carried me to the car.”
Completely ignored by Susan we went to the ladies department. Susan spent time trying on several outfits and finally bought two that she really liked. At the cash register I reminded Susan I need to take a leak soon. It was too late! I peed myself in the stroller.
“I see your toddler boy just wet his pants,” the cashier said, “We have plenty of diapers in the baby department.”
“This is my brother not my son,” Susan said, “Don is 18 years old but very small for his age.”
“I don’t need diapers lady,” I said feeling insulted, “I told Susan I needed to go to the men’s room to pee.”
“Maybe you do need diapers sweetie,” the cashier replied, “you don’t seem to be able to control your wetting.”
I had enough of this crap and said so impolitely to both Susan and the cashier. I told the lady to mind her own business next time. To my surprise Susan took me to the Baby Department and not the Men’s room where I could clean up.
“I cannot believe my 18 year old brother just wet his pants,” Susan lectured me, “I am getting you some diapers right away.”
“STOP, I don’t need diapers,” I objected loudly, “you made me pee by locking me in this stroller.”
That was a mistake saying this so loudly. A helpful young lady named Jenny came up to us offering to help. She directed Susan to the diaper area and came along. I can’t believe this! Is my sister really going to put me back in diapers? Susan is trying to decide on cloth or disposables. Wow this really sucks!
