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TRAILER PARK BABY By Valentine
Chapter 1: Dave
I had just finished college and was looking for a cheap place to live, when I saw the ad for a mobile home for rent. I had lived in the dorms and an apartment and was tired of either seeing everyone’s or having everyone see my comings and goings. I went to see about renting the place and was surprised by the owner. She was about six-two, I on the other hand was just under five foot and didn't weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet. Inside the office I said, "I'm here about the mobile home for rent."
She looked at me, and said, "Sorry, I can't rent to a kid."
"Wait, here's my drivers license, I'm 21 and just graduated college. I'm looking for someplace cheap to live. I know I look like a twelve year old, but I'm not. If you don't believe it you can check with state."
She looked me over again, "I guess that I can believe you, but there is a slight problem, I don't own any of the trailers here except my own and the one for rent. It was abandoned and I got the title from the state for the owed rent. The trailer is only partially furnished. There is a couch, dinette set, but the bedroom set was trashed before the previous couple left. There is a second bedroom set, but it was for their four year old daughter. I can't supply another bed or anything else, which is why I'm having a problem renting it. You, though, might be small enough to use the bed that's there."
I was unsure, but the rent was less than half that of anyplace else I had checked. "Let's go look at the place then."
We left the office and walked next door to the trailer. The trailer looked solid and seemed to be in good shape. I examined the bed and was worried about sleeping in what was a toddler bed, a pink toddler bed at that. I looked over at the owner, and sheepishly took off my shoes and got into the bed. I got comfortable curled up in the position I slept in and found that the bed was just big enough for me.
I got out of the bed and slipped my shoes back on. "I'll take the trailer," I said, figuring at worst I could either sleep on the couch or floor until I got my own bed.
“You do have a job, right? I don’t want to rent to you and find out in a month or two that you can’t make rent. That happened to me once or twice.”
Yes, I do have a job, a good one too. I write for a magazine,” when I said this she got a look on her face like, ‘Sure you do, some crappy pulp magazine at a penny a word.’ I continued, “Here let me show you,” and I pulled a copy out of my car, thank god there was still a copy there.
She looked at the magazine, Historical Aviation Monthly, and flipped it open. I got up on my tiptoes, “See there I am, Dave Wilson.” She looked; the blurb said ‘Dave Wilson gives his usual insights, this time with the B- 17 Flying Fortress.’
“Okay I guess you’ve got a job. Let’s go get a lease, and you can go over the rules for the park.”
We went back over to her office and home. I looked around, everything looked neat and clean, and I could see some kids running around playing, no parents watching them though. If the parents trusted the safety of their kids without having to watch over them, it must be pretty safe here. The only that worried me was that I could hear a dog barking.
We sat down at her desk, and she gave me a copy of the rules, which I read, while she filled out a lease. As I read the rules, I found out that all of the dogs had to be on leashes. Good that dog I heard shouldn’t be bothering me then.
“Dave, I have a question for you.” I looked up. “Normally, I require that tenants keep their own lawns mowed. I pay someone; well actually discount his rent, to mow the common areas. A couple of others pay to have their lawns mowed also. I was wondering if you wanted me to have yours mowed too. I figured that because of ... ah, your size that you well, might want that. You don’t own a lawnmower do you?”
“No, I don’t. Sure, I’ll pay to have it done. I never did like mowing lawns and my father made me do it all the time. It was difficult.”
“Ten dollars a month, while they’re mowed. Okay?” When I nodded she continued. “I’ve got the lease ready, have you read all of the rules?” I nodded again; there weren’t many of them. “Good, if you’ll just read and sign the lease.”
I quickly read the lease, it was pretty simple. I pay this a month; she supplies that, blah, blah, blah. “No problems.” I quickly signed and pulled out my checkbook and wrote a check for the rent and deposit.
"Just make the check out to me, Sarah Johnson. I'll help move the furniture if you want," she said.
As we walked back to my trailer, Sarah asked, “So how did you get the writing job, it looked like that wasn’t your first article?”
“That goes back to my freshman year. Actually earlier, ever since I learned about the first supersonic plane, and rest of the X-planes and their designers, I always wanted to be the next great aircraft designer. Unfortunately, I was not a very good engineering student, I would have graduated and probably gotten a job, but I would have been help, not really a designer. Fortunately, one of my other freshman classes was a history class. One of the assignments was a term paper; mine was on one of my favorite airplanes. The Corsair, you know the one from the Blacksheep show.”
“I remember that show, with Robert Conrad right?” She interjected.
“Yeah, I always thought that was one of the coolest looking airplanes. Well a couple of days after I wrote and turned in the paper, I got a call from my adviser. In his office I saw him, the Dean of the Engineering College, my history professor and someone I didn’t know.” By now we were in the trailer and started moving stuff around. I waited until we finished.
“Well the other person was the Dean of the Journalism school. They talked for a while, I listened and nodded. The next thing I knew they had designed a new major just for me. I have a degree in Aviation Journalism and a minor in Aviation History, probably the only ones on the planet. Looking back it was kind of funny, I had no idea what was going on and just agreed, because I thought that they might kick me out otherwise.”
We walked back to the office, where she gave me the keys and I continued, “My class load was strange, I had Journalism classes, History classes, and Engineering classes. But I didn’t do the real engineering work. I had to write two papers a semester for the engineering classes summarizing what they were about. I found out later that those papers, cut down a bit, are used as syllabuses, syllabi, whatever. My junior year I was put in touch with the editor of the magazine, and he offered to buy a few of my papers to be published. He knew the Engineering Dean and they had been sending him copies of my term papers, well I accepted and have had around ten articles published already.”
“That sure was nice of them to help you that way,” Sarah said when I had finished.
“It sure was, and I don’t know why they did it. I mean it was a lot of work on their parts, all just for me.”
Sarah looked at me for a minute and shook her head. I left wondering what she meant by that. I went back to my apartment and started to load my stuff to move in. It took a couple of days, but I finished. Then the other necessities, I stopped at Office Max and bought a computer desk and chair. I arranged for it to be delivered the next day. A couple of phone calls and the utilities were all on in my name.
I sat waiting for my computer desk watching bad daytime TV, while working on the outline for a new article for the magazine I was writing for. Of course just as I decided it was time for lunch the delivery truck pulled up. I stopped what I was doing and showed them where I wanted the desk set up.
The two deliverymen quickly and efficiently got the desk set up. They finished and I signed for the desk. The whole time I was getting strange looks from them. I had completely forgotten that the rest of the furniture in the room looked like a little girl's room. Oh well, I wouldn't see them again.
I finished my lunch and got my computer up and running. I proofed the article I had already written and sent it off to my editor along with the ideas I had for future articles. Then I started web surfing, looking to see how much I would need for 'real' bedroom furniture. And checking out the news.
I'd been there about a week, sleeping in the bed, the floor was too hard and the couch just too uncomfortable, when I went out to check my mail one afternoon. I locked my door and started walking down to the mailboxes when this huge dog comes charging at me barking up a storm. I froze as the dog got near. My neighbor growing up had sicced their St. Bernard on me all the time. The St. Bernard had never really hurt me, other than some bruises and scrapes when it would knock me down, but it always scared me. Now it was all coming back, this wasn't a St. Bernard, but it was big enough to knock me over, and it was charging me, barking like mad. As I stood there, I could feel my pants getting wet. **** I was wetting my pants; I hadn't done that in a long time, since that St. Bernard had scared me.
Fortunately the dog did not jump on me and knock me down, but instead just bounced around me barking up a storm. Sarah came out about then and chased the dog away. She walked up to me, as I stood there unable to move. I was still terrified, not of the dog any more, it was gone. If she was anything like my father she was probably going hit me. She didn’t seem like she was lazy, so she’d probably beat me for a while.
When she grabbed me and led me into her trailer, I started blubbering about how the dog had scared me and how the St. Bernard had scared me when I was a little kid and that it wouldn’t happen again. After a while she calmed me down enough, so that she could actually talk to me. Then she offered to help me clean up. I accepted not thinking about what it meant. I was still surprised she hadn’t hit me yet, maybe she was waiting to spank me after I was clean.
She pulled me into the bathroom and helped me pull off my wet pants, socks, shoes and underwear. I realized then that I was now standing in front of her wearing only a T-shirt. She left with my wet clothes and said, "I'll find something for you to wear, just stay there, Dave."
"All right." Like I was going to wander around half-naked. I got a washcloth and started to wash up, when she returned. Now once I’m cleaned up she’ll probably spank me, I thought.
"Here let me help you." She took the washcloth and started to wash off my legs and groin. I was so embarrassed that I just stood there not moving. "There you are all clean. I found something for you to wear, but don't be worried, it was the only thing I could find that would be near your size."
I looked as she grabbed a diaper from behind her. "I can't wear that. I’ll just put my pants back on and run home.” All thoughts of her spanking me had fled.
"I've already thrown your clothes in the washer, and you really can't run around naked, can you? Besides I promise that no one will know. You can sit in the living room and watch TV till your clothes are clean."
I could hear the washer in the background and was stuck. I certainly could not go out naked and I guess as long as no one knew, I would be okay. "All right but make sure no one else knows." Maybe she wasn’t going to spank me. Now that I was calming down to where I could really think, I started to. She can’t spank me, she isn’t my mother or father or anything like that.
I lay down on the floor; she knelt beside me and proceeded to diaper me. I got up and went into her living room. Every step I took I could hear the diaper rustling, or maybe I just imagined it. Something weird was going on though, she hadn’t yelled at me or hit me or called me a big baby. My father did all three whenever I had wet pants because of the dog. Of course he yelled and hit me whenever I did something wrong.
As a matter of fact, I think she may have hugged me. No one ever hugged me before, except those cheerleaders and they were teasing me. I wish I knew what was going on.
She walked into the room, looking at me and asked, "Do you want anything? Soda? A beer? Milk?"
I shook my head and said, "No. Do you know how long my clothes are going to take?"
"Ninety minutes or so, why?"
"****. I'm expecting an important E-mail soon that I need to answer right away. I really can't afford to sit around here for an hour and a half."
"Well what are you going to do? Go out wearing that diaper?"
"If I have to, I have to get and answer that E-mail. Hey you don't have a computer that I could use do you?"
"Yes, I do, and I guess you can use it. Is it really that important?"
"It's for my job. My editor is doing a final check on an article I wrote. Where's your computer?" She got up and led me to her computer and I checked my E-mail. The message was there, but there were several facts that my editor wanted me to verify and I only had an hour.
After reading the E-mail and sending back a note that I would have facts back to him as quick as possible. God I hate deadlines. "I don't have a choice now, I have to check those facts and get back with him."
I logged off, got up and headed to the front door. As I was peeking out the window, she said, "If you’re leaving, I've got some errands to run. I'll drop your clothes off later when they're finished."
I couldn't see anyone or that dog out there, so I opened the door and headed back over to my place as quick as I could. About half way there I heard a car door slam shut and a car start. I turned to look and saw her pull out. I got up to my door and went to open it and realized that I had locked it. I went to reach into my pants pocket for my keys and there were no pants. I looked and I could see Sarah’s car disappearing in the distance. I was locked outside wearing a diaper and T-shirt and nothing else.
I looked around for a place to hide, but there weren't any. I ended up just sitting on the ground next to my stairs. I had been sitting there for five minutes or so when the dog came back. It bounded up to me and there wasn't anything I could do, I sat there whimpering in fear and humiliation. As dog started to lick my face, I realized that I had just wet the diaper I was wearing. After licking and sniffing me for a few minutes the dog took off.
I saw my landlady returning, so I jumped up and ran over to her trailer. Actually it was closer to a waddle, than a run, with the wet diaper. She walked up and looked at me, "I thought you didn't like the diaper?"
Blubbering, "You kept my keys, and the dog came back, and I couldn't get in, and I couldn't hide, and I was scared, and I had another accident, and you were gone, and I didn't know what to do."
"Well I'm back now," she said. "And we'll get everything straightened out for you. First let’s get you inside and into something dry." She unlocked her door and pulled me into a room, which I realized after a moment was a nursery.
She picked me up and laid me down on a changing table. There was a safety strap that she fastened over my arms trapping me on the table. "I'll be back I have to get some things out of my car."
I lay there waiting for her to come back. When she did she had a jumbo package of Size 6 Huggies. "I got these for you," she walked over and undid the tapes on the wet diaper I was wearing and pulled it off me. This time she cleaned me with some baby wipes and put one of the new Huggies on me.
She lifted me off the table, and I asked for my keys. With my keys clutched in my hand, I again went out into the open wearing only a diaper and a T-shirt. I got over to my home and went in. Over to the computer I quickly checked my reference material and e-mailed back the citations to my editor. Checking the time I realized that I still had fifteen minutes. Looking down at the diaper I was wearing I walked down to bathroom, took off the diaper and took a shower.
After getting dressed and sitting down to watch some TV, there was a knock at my door. I answered the door, it was my Sarah. "I see you've changed. Here are your clean clothes, and your wallet. I was joking about those diapers being for you."
"What? Oh that I wasn't really paying attention then. I got my e-mail off on time. So I should get my paycheck soon and then I can go get a new bed," I rambled on. "I want to thank you for the help earlier."
"Oh that was nothing," she answered giving me an odd look.
Chapter 2: Sarah
I left his trailer and thought a lot about what had happened. In reality I hadn't bought the diapers for him, but for one of the kids in the park that I baby-sit. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought about how cute he had looked crying about the dog after he wet the diaper. I was surprised that he didn't argue more about wearing the diaper in the first place. I thought more about him, how cute he had looked and decided to see if I could him back into diapers on a more regular basis.
The more often I went over what happened, the more I realized that there was something odd about the way he had reacted especially at first. He kept cringing while he stood there in his wet pants. It seemed like he was expecting me to hit him. I wonder why he thought I would hit him.
The next morning I started on my plan. I ran into town and bought several small "Nanny Cams" to place in the nursery and a VCR to tape the footage from them. I set the "Nanny cams" up so that they would cover the changing table, the crib, the playpen, and one to cover the couch in the living room. Then I went to buy a couple of nighties, and other clothes suitable for a little girl, but that should fit him. Next I went to talk to the owner of the dog, a dog that wouldn't hurt someone kicking it.
"Hey Bob, I need to talk to you about your dog," I said to him as I walked up to him.
"I know, I know. You want me to keep him tied up, right. Come on Thor wouldn't hurt a fly," Bob answered.
"No actually, I don't want you to keep him tied up. It seems that the new guy in Number 2 is terrified of dogs, and I want to have some fun with him."
"Wait a minute it took you forever to rent that place and now you want to scare the renter. Who is renting it anyway, all I've seen is that kid that lives there?"
I laughed, "That kid is the tenant, and he’s 21 and has a college degree. He just looks like a little kid. I know it took a long time to rent and I'm not really worried about him leaving, because I gave him a sweet deal on the rent and he signed a year lease."
"So you want to have some fun with him, what kind of fun?"
"The other day your dog caught him out in the open and scared him so much, he pissed his pants. I pulled him into my trailer and cleaned him up. But the only thing I had that would fit him was a diaper. He looked kind of funny wearing just a diaper and T-shirt. I left, and he went home, but forgot his keys. When I got back he had wet the diaper and was practically crying.
So I want to see if get him back into a diaper, and how much like a baby I can get him to act."
"You're a cruel woman, but no problem I'll let him run loose, besides the kids love him. Say if you get him all dressed up give me a call and we can stage an argument and I'll be sure to call him a wimp or something," Bob laughed.
"Better yet, be sure to use the word `sissy.' Yeah, sissy is probably the perfect word."
"Okay, but if you do it, I want to see the pictures. Hmmm, I wonder if I can the kids to get Thor to jump up on to them. I imagine that would knock him right over. **** I gotta go to work, see ya." I’d lied to Bob; I hadn’t really thought that Dave looked funny, but cute. Little kid cute, almost baby cute. And he brought something out in me, I wanted to mother him, hug him, wipe his eyes when he cried, and kiss his booboos. The whole thing.
It was funny, but I bet that Dave, if he tried, could get anything he wanted. Actually if he tried, it probably wouldn’t work. I am surprised at what he told me those college professors had done, because I bet they are all male. If Dave looked a woman right there wouldn’t be a thing she wouldn’t do for him. If I told him though, Dave would never believe it.
Now though to wait until Thor caught him again. He seemed to be watching out for Thor and I didn't see him venturing outside much for a while, but I did see Thor and apparently Bob had gotten the boys into a contest to see who could hold Thor up on his hind legs the longest.
Finally about three weeks later I saw Dave headed towards my trailer, I hadn't seen Thor for a while, but I hoped he was nearby. I watched Dave make his way across the yard, when a loud barking erupted and sure enough Thor came thundering in. Dave froze for a moment and then started to back away as Thor got closer. When Thor got up next to him he jumped up just like he had been doing with the kids and dropped his front paws right on Dave’s shoulders. Dave flinched as Thor jumped and went down in a heap when the paws landed.
Oh ****, I thought, I hope he isn't hurt. Thor licked his face and barked and bounced around him. I ran out and scared off Thor. "Dave, are you okay," I asked as I helped him up.
When he didn't answer I pulled him into my trailer and down to the bathroom. Thor had found a puddle somewhere and not only was Dave’s pants wet again, but there were huge paw prints on his shirt. While he stood there shaking, I pulled off his shirt and started on his shoes.
About this time Dave spoke, "It attacked me. The dog it attacked me."
He was still shaking, "The dog didn't attack you, he was playing. I've seen some of the kids playing with him like this. I think they're having some sort of contest. Who can the hold the dog up the longest or something like that."
I got him undressed and put him in my bathtub. I turned on the water and took his clothes to my laundry room. I emptied his pockets and there was my rent check, a bit wet though. Oh well, I'd get him to write another. I put the clothes in the washer, but didn't start it yet. I started the VCR's the Nanny cams were hooked up to and thought about the tapes I'd have later.
Back in the bathroom, I turned off the water and started bathing him. He was still out of it and didn't really notice. By the time I had finished drying him, he was noticeably calmer. I picked him up and carried him like a toddler on my hip. He was a little big for a toddler, but that was all right.
As I headed to the nursery, I started the washer. In the nursery I put him on the changing table and fastened the safety strap. I grabbed a diaper, one of the Huggies I'd joked about, and said to him, "You know I don't have anything else for you to wear right?"
He looked up at me and nodded. His eyes were all red and his nose was running a bit from his crying. I powdered and diapered him and stood him on the floor. "I don't know if I have anything that will fit you. My stuff would be way too big. Let me think for a minute."
I stood there, thoughtfully I hoped, for a moment. "I think my niece left some things here, last time she visited. I'll go look."
I walked into the laundry room and grabbed the nighties, a dress, and a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt I knew were too small. Returning to the nursery, "I was right. Here try these on," I said handing him the jeans.
He looked at them; they had a pink heart appliquéd on the back pocket. Sighing he pulled them up and tried to button them, but they were about an inch to small, especially with the diaper on. "They're too small," he whined.
"Well all I've got left is this dress and these nighties." He glanced at the dress and shook his head. I held up the nighties, one was pink and said "Girl Power" in glittery letters, the other was baby blue and had a Care Bear on it. He grabbed the blue one as I expected and put it on. It just covered his diaper.
I put the others back and asked him if he wanted to watch TV, he nodded and waddled towards the living room. He sat on the couch and started watching some movie, while I waited. I had set the washer on its longest cycle and a double rinse. When the second rinse started I went into the living room, "I have to run into town. The problem is, in my files I have all sorts of personal information on my tenants and I can't take the chance that you could go through them. It's not that I think you would, but if someone thought you did I could into trouble. Or someone could use the information to get us both into trouble. So you have a choice. You can come with me, you can go home, or I can put you someplace where you can't get at the files."
He looked out the window, I could hear kids playing out there and Thor barking. "Where would I have to stay?"
"Well the only place I can think of is the crib. I don't think you can get out of it if I put the side up." I thought he was going to start crying, but he looked out at the kids and Thor again.
"I'll stay here," he said in a small voice.
I picked him up and carried him to the nursery and laid him in the crib. I pulled up the side and he just curled up and closed his eyes. I checked the VCRs and went outside to my car.
Bob came up and asked, "He in there?"
"Yes, but I told him I had to go into town. I'll be back in an hour or so come over then."
"Okay, see ya then."
I got into my car and drove off into town, I really did need to go to the bank, and do some other errands, but nothing I couldn't have done another day. I wasted some time in town and then came back and went past Bob's place so he'd know I was home.
Chapter 3: Dave
I woke up and wondered where I was. I looked around and it dawned on me. I was in a crib, wearing a diaper and girls Care Bear nightie. And I needed to use the bathroom, desperately. I listened and wondered what had woken me. I heard a door shut and realized that Sarah had gotten back. "Sarah," I called out.
"Just a moment," came drifting back, and then a knock at the door.
I heard the door open and a loud voice, "I heard you wanted to talk to me about my dog, Thor."
"Yes, Bob. You can't let him run loose around the park. You know there's a rule about pets being on a leash," Sarah's voice answered. Good she'd get that dog, Thor, tied up.
"Why, has someone been complaining? I know all of the kids love him, and he wouldn't hurt anyone."
"I don't care if the kids love him. There is a rule and you're breaking it. Tie the dog up or else."
"I bet that new guy has been complaining. He looks like a little wimp.” I hoped this guy leaves soon, because I really needed to use the bathroom.
"No Bob, no one complained, I've been telling you about Thor for a while now, and even if someone had complained, I wouldn't tell you."
"I bet it was that new guy. He looks like a little sissy that would be afraid of a dog." A sissy, he called me a sissy. I thought about it and wanted to cry. I certainly looked like a sissy right now in a diaper and nightie sitting in a baby's crib.
They continued on for a little while about the dog and then started talking about other stuff. I was squirming, I really needed to get to the bathroom, but there was no way I could get Sarah's attention until the man left. If he saw me, he'd know I was a sissy, even if I'm not one, the moment he saw me.
I tried to get into a more comfortable position, but nothing helped. After a few more minutes I couldn't hold it any more and I messed in my diaper. I did start crying softly then, muffling it in the crib mattress. I think I fell back asleep, because the next thing I knew Sarah was in the room picking me up.
She picked me up and lifted me out of the crib placing me on her hip, like she had when she carried me in here. "Ewww, what's that smell," she asked.
"I shi..., er pooped in the diaper. I had to go and I could hear you talking to that man, and he called me a sissy and I didn't want him to see me, and he wasn't leaving, and I couldn't hold it anymore." I was crying again and I couldn't help it. So far since I've known her, she's seen me wet my pants twice, wet a diaper and now I pooped in one.
"That's okay honey, accidents happen, and it's not like you could have gotten out yourself to get to the potty. Let's get you cleaned up and changed." She sat me down on the changing table and pulled off the nightie. Laying me down, she strapped me into place. I was trapped on the changing table with the strap over my arms.
She undid the tapes and grabbed my ankles lifting my butt into the air. "Boy are you a messy baby," she said. I turned my head away as she continued, "Sorry about that, but usually it helps to keep a baby distracted while your changing him. It makes it easier. If he's giggling at you he isn't fighting you."
I lay there as she finished cleaning me and rediapered me. I have never been so humiliated in my life. Once finished she unbuckled the strap and sat me up. Grabbing the pink nightie she pulled it over my head.
She picked me up again and carried me into the bathroom. Setting me on the sink she got a washcloth and started to wash my face. "You look terrible with your eyes all puffy and red. Let me clean you up."
I sat there, sniffling and closed my eyes. She finished cleaning my face and I felt a brush pulling through my hair. "What are you doing?"
"Your hair's a mess. I’m just brushing it out. It'll be fine," she said as she continued to pull the brush through my hair. Since it was kind of soothing I just sat there with my eyes closed.
Finally I felt a tugging on my hair on one side then the other. I started to speak and she made some shushing sounds and said that it will be okay. I could feel my hair pulling oddly on my head and some hair hanging in my face. I heard a snipping like scissors and the hair in my face fell away. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror.
What I saw shocked me, because there was a little girl in a pink nightie staring back at me. I looked up at Sarah, "Why did you cut my hair, I look like a little girl now."
"You looked like a little girl before, now you look like a cute little girl. Besides with the pigtails out and your combed right no one will notice. Now do you want to go watch some TV, while your clothes dry?"
She set me on the floor and I ran into the living room and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels I settled on a game show. In the background I heard the dryer turn on and knew that my ordeal would soon be over. A knock at the door caught my attention.
Someone was here and if they came in I would be seen. I started panicking as Sarah answered the door. The screen door opened and I could hear whomever it was enter the trailer. I still couldn't see them; the front door blocked my view. I was scared. If they saw me they would know that I was a man dressed like a little girl wearing a diaper. What I didn't realize was that it would be hard for anyone to see that I wasn't really a little girl.
The door shut and I could see that it wasn't the dog guy, but a woman that I vaguely recognized from around the park. She looked over at me and said, "Hi sweetie. How are you?"
"I'm fine," I answered, realizing that when she spoke to me I started wetting my diaper. I turned back to the TV and hoped she would ignore me. They walked into Sarah's office and I could just hear them talking.
"Who's the girl, I haven't seen her around the park?" A voice drifted out from the office.
"A friends daughter, I'm watching her for the afternoon, her name is Cecelia, Sissy for short." I couldn't believe that Sarah had said that, I certainly wasn't a sissy. Of course I was sitting on the couch wearing a wet diaper and pink nightie.
"She seems a bit old for naps."
"She had an accident and spilled Coke all over her clothes, that was all I could find for her to wear. She's about the age of your daughter. She's nine, right?” I didn't look like I was nine did I?
"No, Ashley is eleven, she'll be starting sixth grade this fall. If you want I'm sure that Ashley would be happy to come over for a while."
I started thinking Say no, say no.
"No her mom should be here soon, but if I babysit her again I’ll be sure to have her meet Ashley.”
"Okay. We are going on a vacation next week, and I was wondering if you would keep an eye on everything while we're gone?"
"No problem, is there anything special I should know..." They continued on for a while about the vacation and other small talk, I tuned it out wondering if I really looked that much like a little girl.
I watched them come out of the office. "Bye Sissy, have a nice afternoon."
"Say goodbye to Mrs. Peterson, Sissy," Sarah said looking at me with a grin on her face.
"Bye Mrs. Peterson," I said in a soft voice, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes. She left and I waited a few minutes for her to walk away.
"Sarah how could you tell her my name is Sissy,” I asked.
"Would you rather I told her that your name was Dave and Thor scared you so much that you wet your pants, and then later I found you with a messy diaper?”
"No, but you told her I was nine years old."
"Well I couldn't tell her you are 21 could I?"
"No, but…"
"No more buts. She won't recognize you as Sissy and you won't have to dress this way again will you?"
"No, but…"
"I said no more buts. Besides your clothes should be dry any minute."
"Okay," I gave up.
“Dave, can ask you something personal?” She asked.
“What, ‘cause I might not want to answer it?”
“Well, you are quite small for an adult, you don’t... I don’t know how to really ask this, but why are you so small? Are your mom and dad small?”
“No they aren’t, but you know it’s funny. If you had asked me a couple of years ago I couldn’t have answered. Now though, I know and it’s one of the reasons I don’t ever talk with my parents.”
“Well what’s the reason?” She asked. She looked really intrigued.
“It goes back to after I was born. My mother started drinking regularly. By the time I was four or five, she was drunk most of the time. One day when I wanted supper she told to me she was tired of waiting on me and I should feed myself. I went into the kitchen and after looking around. I made myself a bologna sandwich. Two slices of bread and half a package of bologna.”
She looked at me and nodded, “That sounds like what a little kid would do.”
“Well my father got home before I was done. He saw my sandwich and yelled and hit me, and then he yelled at my mother. He came back after a while and told me what to put on a sandwich. So for the next 14 years or so, I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and a sandwich with a piece of fruit for lunch and supper. Never anything more.”
“Wait a moment, all you ate for all of those years was two sandwiches, two pieces of fruit and a bowl of cereal?”
“Oh, and some milk or juice to drink. My meals were surprisingly well balanced, but lacking in calories. I wasn’t malnourished, but I was certainly close. I didn’t find this out until I took an elective, with my roommate. We did some numbers in class, and it turned out that I had just enough to keep me growing, but so slowly that I never got big.”
“How come no one ever noticed?”
“Well I was growing, and I didn’t know any better. I didn’t have any friends, so I assumed all kids ate this way.”
“So you never talk to your parents?”
“Not since I finished high school. Actually I haven’t spoken to my father since the morning of my last day of high school, my mother that afternoon after school got out.”
“How did that happen?”
“That’s my grandmother’s fault. She paid for me to go to college. She had her lawyer kidnap me after my last day of school.”
“What?”
“Okay, he didn’t kidnap me. He picked me up after school, we went and got my clothes and stuff, and then he delivered me to College. Although, I think even if he had been kidnapping me I might have went along. It couldn’t have been much worse than what I went through at home. I spoke to my mother when I got my stuff, although I’m not really sure if she noticed.”
“So you’re still in contact with your grandmother?”
“No, she died my sophomore year. But she left money for me, and a cousin I’ve never met, to go to college for five years. I graduated in four years and got the remaining money, which got me my car and a few other things. But no bedroom furniture. It’s funny though, the only relative I had that ever cared for me I never met.” The buzzer on the dryer went off.
"I’m sorry about your grandmother; she sounds like she was a wonderful person. But since your clothes are dry, you go run to the nursery and I'll grab your clothes," Sarah ordered.
I got to the nursery and waited for Sarah, she came in a moment later, tossed my clothes on the dresser and reached for the nightie I had on. "That's okay Sarah, I can change clothes by myself," I said hoping she would leave so she wouldn't notice that I had wet another diaper.
"What are worried about, I've already seen you naked?" she asked. She grabbed the nightie and pulled it off of me before I could stop her. She reached down to undo the diaper and noticed it was wet. "Oh, I see. Are you sure you don't really need these?"
I was almost in tears, again. "No, I don't." I pulled on my pants, shirt and shoes and ran out of the trailer. I headed home and went to unlock my door; I had forgotten my keys again. I turned around and headed back to Sarah's. She was waiting at the door with my stuff. She said something as I grabbed it, but I wasn't listening. I stomped back home and went in.
And I thought she liked me, but she went and made fun of me. I did something then that I hadn’t done for a long time. I cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 4: Sarah
Dave pulled on his clothes and ran out the door. I noticed that he had forgotten a few things, like his keys and wallet, again. I gathered his stuff and walked to my front door. Sure enough there was Dave walking back to my trailer. He looked very angry, but also very cute. He had forgotten to take the pigtails out of hair. When he reached the door I handed him his stuff and said, "Dave your hair is still in pigtails." He either ignored me or wasn't paying any attention, because he stomped back to his trailer the pigtails bouncing up and down. It made him look like a little girl in a snit.
I was worried, I wondered if I had pushed too far too fast. But I really hadn't expected him to mess in his diaper. I really hadn't expected him to wet it either. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now. I started cleaning up. I was about half done when there came a knock at the door. I was surprised to see Mrs. Peterson back. "Judy, what can do for you?"
"Did I just see Sissy go into Number Two?"
"Hmmm. Come in, and have a seat. I suppose that was Sissy you saw, but I lied earlier when I introduced you to Sissy. That is the tenant of Number Two. His name is Dave, not Sissy. I told you that his name was Sissy, because I didn't want to embarrass him too much and Sissy was the first name I thought of.
A few weeks ago Dave was surprised and scared by Thor..."
"But Thor wouldn't hurt a flea," Judy interrupted.
"I know that, you know that, Bob knows that. Hell everyone, but Dave, knows that. Well it seems that when he was a kid, a neighbor tormented him with a big dog.
Anyway a few weeks ago Thor scared him and he wet his pants. I rescued him and cleaned him up. The only thing I had here that he could wear though was a diaper."
"A diaper," she interrupted again.
"Well, what else was I supposed to do? To make the story short, today Thor knocked him down, I rescued him again, but this time he was covered in mud. I cleaned him up and dressed him what I had on hand, a diaper and the nightie you saw, well actually there was two nighties. When he left I tried to stop him, but he left with his hair still in pigtails."
"So I guess you won't be baby-sitting Sissy again, and I don't have to bring over my daughter. I swear though that I never would have guessed that he wasn't a young girl. So what are going to do now, he didn't look very happy when I saw him."
"I don't know, maybe I'll take him out to dinner or something. I meant to have some fun, but I guess it got out of hand. Don't tell anyone, please."
"I won't, but he sure does make a cute a little girl. I'll keep an eye out for him if you want, I can see some of the bullies trying to pick on him if they can."
"****, I hadn't thought of that. Some of those boys are rough, and if they catch him, who knows what they'll do."
"The kids around here to know to avoid the trouble makers and stay away from them, but he doesn't know anything about them he'll be ripe for the picking. Like I said, I'll keep an eye on him. Well I've got to go."
Over the next few days I kept a look out for Dave, but I didn't see him much. I found a new rent check in my drop box, and I saw him go to his mailbox. His car would occasionally be gone, but I never saw him leave. If I never saw him, hopefully the local bullies didn't see him either. Eventually though they would catch him, probably at the mailboxes. That gave me an idea, I'd have to get a couple more cameras though, and these would have to broadcast.
I went into town and got the "Nanny cams". Hooking them up surreptitiously was a problem, but Bob helped. We got them up and running one night, picture and sound. Now to wait for something to happen.
After a week of waiting, I broke down and went over to Number Two and knocked on the door. "Dave are you in there, I'd like to talk?"
The door opened and Dave looked out at me, "What do you want?"
"I want to apologize. I'm very sorry if I embarrassed you, I certainly never meant for anyone to see you. If I had known she was going to stop by I wouldn't have had you sitting there. And that last thing, about you needing diapers, that was totally uncalled for, I shouldn't have said it, and I want us to be friends. So what do you think, can we be friends?" I got all of that out in a rush and waited for Dave to answer.
"Sarah, I wanted to be friends too, but now what am I supposed to do, it seems that every time I see you, you end up putting me in diapers. I know it's not your fault, but it's embarrassing. I want to accept your apology."
"Well Dave we're talking right now and there isn't a diaper in sight, and I tell you what. To make up for everything I'll take you out to dinner tonight, someplace casual. Your choice," I was kind of desperate I wanted to keep diapering him, but if he kept hiding I couldn't.
"Okay, I'll take you up on that.” He paused for a moment and then continued, “The Outback, is that okay with you? I just love fake Australian decor.”
"I'll be by around six to pick you up," I said as I walked back to my trailer.
"See you then," Dave said as he closed his door.
I went over to Dave's at six o'clock to get him and was surprised to see that we had chosen identical Polo shirts, "Great minds think alike."
"Ummm, yeah right," he answered half-heartedly as he looked around.
"Bob, Thor's owner, has him inside right now," I said as I grabbed his hand to pull him out of his home.
"Good, that dog needs to be tied up," Dave said while locking his door.
We chatted, as we drove into town to the Outback, about nothing in particular. At the restaurant, I led Dave in and he was distracted as some baseball player made a spectacular play.
"Just you and your daughter," the hostess said when I asked for a table. Dave paying attention to the ball game didn't hear this.
I stifled a laugh at her comment, "Yes, just the two of us, nonsmoking please."
"Right this way," and she led us off to a table. I grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him with us. "Here you are. Can I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?"
I answered straight away, "A Coke."
Before Dave could say anything she asked, "And you, sweetie."
Dave rolled his eyes, "I'll have a Coke also." Once she had walked away, he continued. "I get that everywhere. If it isn't `sweetie', it's `honey', or `dear'. Usually it is older women that are the worst, they always seem to want to treat me special.”
"You didn't hear what she said, when I asked for a table, did you?"
"No, Jim Edmunds just made a great catch in the game. Why, what did she say?"
"She asked if it was just me and my daughter."
"Damnit, she didn't really say that did she," he asked, the continued in a softer voice. "I don't really look like a girl do I?"
"Yes she said that, and I imagine that she thought it because we are dressed alike, and with my height you look even smaller."
We ate dinner, and talked about baseball. That was strange, because he liked the game because of the statistics, baseball fanatics of that ilk can tell you about the most obscure facts and figures of the game. I like baseball, for the randomness, and athletic ability of the players. A split seconds hesitation can mean the difference between making the play or not. We debated our opinions in a friendly manner.
As we left the restaurant, the hostess called out, "Have a nice evening ladies, come again." I had to grab Dave before he went back in to correct her.
As we got into the car I asked, "Well, Dave what shall we `ladies' do for the rest of the night?"
He gave me a very nasty look and said, "I suppose we could do something else, but I don't have any ideas."
"How about if we go to my place and watch a movie?"
"Sounds good," he agreed and off we headed back to my house.
During the drive I thought about all of the movies I had and what one I could show that might cause Dave to have an accident. The obvious ones were right out. I’d have to tie him up to get him to watch Cujo, or a werewolf movie. Hell, I'd probably have to tie him up to watch 101 Dalmatians, or Beethoven. Then it hit me, "Dave have you seen any of the Harry Potter movies?"
"No, are they any good? I heard they were pretty good, but the last thing I need is for something else to make people think I'm a kid."
"They're good. And now I'm starting to understand that other problem."
We arrived back and went in to watch the movie. I got us a couple of Cokes and started the video. We sat watching the movie, Dave seemed to be enjoying the film. Then just about an hour into the movie it happened. Fluffy showed up. Dave squealed, "Oh, ****."
"Dave, I'm sorry. I forgot that Fluffy was in this movie. I thought he was in the second movie."
"****, ****, ****. I just pissed all over your couch."
"That's okay, it's an old couch. I was going to replace it soon anyway," I hit the stop button and grabbed his hands. "Really Dave it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up."
He looked up at me tears almost in his eyes. "Are you sure? I mean I made a mess all over your couch."
"Yes, I'm sure. Come on get up. I'll help you clean up," I said as I pulled him up off the couch. He didn't even resist until I got him into the bathroom.
"I'll just go home and get cleaned up," he said as I started to pull off his shirt.
"Don't be silly, it's my fault you had an accident and it's my responsibility to help you clean up." By this time I had his shoes and pants off him.
"No, I can just go home," he said half-heartedly. By this time he was completely undressed and I pushed him into the shower. While he was showering I tossed his clothes and the cushion cover into the washer. When the shower stopped I went back into the bathroom and dried him off.
Once dry, I picked him up and carried him into the nursery. He buried his head into my shoulder and was sobbing. I put him on the changing table and put a clean diaper on him. "I found something else my niece left."
I pulled out a pair of shortalls, with Minnie Mouse on the front and a pink T-shirt. I knew these would fit him; I had bought them for him just the other day.
He looked at them and sighed. "They'll do. They are better than the nighties."
I helped him into the clothes and watched him waddle back into the living room. I followed him; he looked so cute, almost like a toddler.
We sat back down on what remained of the couch and I restarted the movie. He seemed to be enjoying the movie, although he jumped whenever Fluffy appeared. After the movie I got up and tossed his clothes in the dryer.
He pouted a little, when I told him it still would be a while before his clothes were dry. He perked up when I suggested we watch the second movie and it didn't have any big dogs in it.
When we started the movie he was yawning. I watched during the movie and about halfway in, he fell asleep. I waited a while longer and then picked him up and carried him back into the nursery. Very carefully I undressed him and changed his slightly wet diaper. I pulled the Carebear nightie over his head, and put him into the crib. He never woke up.
I turned the buzzer off on the dryer and stopped the movie. I changed for bed and checked on him one last time; he was sleeping like a baby, which I guess was appropriate, given his attire and bed. I woke in the morning and could hear Dave calling my name. It was kind of weird; he was calling out, but not loudly, like he wanted me, but not to wake me up. I lay there ignoring him, to see what he would do. He stopped shortly.
I waited a little while longer and then got up and went about my usual morning ritual. After flushing and washing my hands, I could again hear Dave calling out for me. I went down to the nursery to get him out of the crib. It struck me just then that I was going to a nursery to get a 21 year old man out of a crib and possibly get him out of a wet or messy diaper.
I entered the nursery and lifted him out of the crib. When I set him on the floor he took off like a bolt to the bathroom. I guess I hadn't waited long enough before I got up. I headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He walked in a few minutes later. I noticed he wasn’t waddling although he still wore the nightie. "Good morning."
"Morning Sarah, I'm glad you got me when you did, I don't think I could have held it much longer. Where are my clothes?"
"Your clothes are on the dryer. Would you like some coffee?"
"Sure, I'll go and change," he said as turned to walk out.
Damn, I thought I should have waited a bit longer. Oh well, there is bound to be another time, I'll just have to find another movie with a dog. I wonder if he would react just to the barking, I'll have to sample Thor's bark and see if that will do it. I yelled down to Dave, "Cream or sugar?"
"Both please,” he said as he came back into the kitchen. "I put the nightie on the washer, is that okay?”
"Fine, do you want any breakfast?"
"No, I should be heading home soon anyway."
"What's your hurry, have another deadline at work?"
"Yes, but it's Friday, and I always have a deadline. Besides I've already finished the article, I just need to proofread it and send it off to my editor."
"Well if you’re in no big hurry, we could always finish the movie. I don't have anything I need to get done."
"Okay." And we grabbed our coffee and went back to finish watching the movie.
"That was good and so was the first one, except for the dog. I think I'll go see the third one this afternoon if it's still around," Dave said after the movie was over.
"It should be still around; it only came out a couple of weeks ago. I haven't seen it either, want to go together?"
"Like a date?"
"No, not like a date. Like saving money on gas by going together. You're a little young for me."
"Good, `cause I didn't really think that dating would be a good idea."
"So we're going to go?" When he nodded, I continued, "I should warn you though. There is a dog and a were-wolf in this movie. Still want to go?"
"Damn. I would like to go, but I certainly don't want to wet my pants in the theater."
"Well there is a solution, you know. You could wear a diaper. Under your pants no one would notice."
"Ummm, I'm not sure. I would really like to see the movie, but wearing a diaper in public. People are bound to notice."
"Well you think about it, and I'll call the theater and see if it's still playing," I said then went to make the call.
When I came back into the room, Dave asked, "What's the word?"
"There is a 4:15 show. I can disappear around then. Do you want to go?"
"Yeah, if I can without it being obvious I'm wearing a diaper. I can't believe I just said that."
"Okay, come over about three and we'll get you ready. See you then?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then," he said and then he left.
I finished up all of the things I usually did in the mornings. The whole time I was thinking about Dave wearing a diaper to the movie. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about getting him to go dressed in my `nieces' clothes.
The problem was that the diaper manufacturers had been steadily making the diapers thinner and thinner. Twenty years ago, you couldn't have hidden a diaper behind a house, now they're damn near invisible. I started puttering around the nursery, when I found what I needed. Diaper doublers, something else that manufacturers had made about obsolete. Two of these tucked into the diaper should make it too thick for his pants; he tended to wear them tight. Now how to convince him to wear the shortalls.
I'd have to think about it for a while, but first I needed to make a phone call. "Bob, what do plan doing around three-thirty this afternoon? Because I suggest that you be outside where you can see my place around then.” … "Why because you should get a show about then."… "No, I'm not telling, just do it."
Another call got Judy to come by about 3:15. Now to wait all day.
Just before three, there was a knock on the door. It was Dave. "Hi all set to get ready."
"I guess so. I'm not real happy though."
"Don't worry. I'm sure no one will notice. You know what I'm so sure, that I'll give you a free month's rent if anyone asks you if you're wearing a diaper, or mentions that you look like you're wearing one."
"If you’re offering, I'll take you up on that." And off we went to the nursery. Once there he undressed and I picked him up and put him on the changing table, fastening the safety strap. Now I was sure he wouldn't see the diaper doublers. One diapering later, I released him and stood him on the floor.
He grabbed his pants and pulled them up, but could not fasten them. "Sarah, my pants don't fit. I can't go like this." He turned and I could see that with the diaper on there was no way he would get them fastened.
"That is a problem. Do you have any bigger pants at home?" He shook his head. "Well I see two solutions. One you can, not wear the diaper, and take a chance at wetting your pants. Or you could wear my niece's clothes."
"If I wear your niece's clothing, I'll look like a boy wearing girl’s clothes. I don't want that people will laugh at me."
"Dave when I took you to dinner, the hostess thought you were a girl with you dressed in your own clothes. You may not realize it, but you look like a young girl."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do, but I tell you what. If you go wearing my niece's clothes and anyone says you are a boy, I'll give you another months rent for free. That's one month if any one mentions the diaper, and another if anyone says you are a boy. But if you get away with it, you have to do something for me."
"What will I have to do for you?"
"I don't know yet, but it will be something that we can both agree upon. Okay?"
"All right, but this sucks."
"Don't worry, no one will notice. Now let's get you ready." A few minutes later Dave was standing there wearing a diaper, shortalls, and a pink T- shirt. His shoes didn't really match, but sneakers are sneakers. "Your wallet doesn't go with that outfit, let me carry it." I stuck it into my purse along with a spare diaper when he wasn't looking.
I pulled him into the bathroom and pulled his hair back and quickly braided it into a single ponytail. "You know if you didn't wear your hair long, you would look less like a girl."
"Yeah, I know, but my father always hated long haired boys, so as soon as I could I let mine grow." Just as we finished, there was another knock at the door. That should be Judy, I thought. "Come in," I yelled.
Judy walked in, "Here's my rent. Hi Sissy, how are you today."
Dave's eyes got huge, "I'm fine."
"Let me get you a receipt for that," I led Judy into the office and Dave went and sat on the couch.
"How was your vacation?" I asked.
"It was good," she answered. Then in a much softer voice, "That's really a grown man?"
I nodded, "Where did you go?"
"Branson. It's amazing. I wouldn't have thought so, until I saw it for myself," she replied.
"I've never been there, but I hear it’s pretty. Here's your receipt. I have to take Sissy home now."
We walked back to door. Outside I could see Bob standing off in the distance, "See you later Judy."
"Bye Sarah. Bye Sissy."
I looked over at Dave and he looked like he was about to cry. I shut the door and walked over to Dave, "Don't worry. I'm not going to call you Sissy, but you don't look like a Dave. What should I call you?"
"I don't know, but not Sissy."
"You ready, because we should be leaving."
"All right, before I change my mind."
Out the door, we walked over to my car. Dave got in and I looked down to Bob. He looked back with a puzzled look on his face. He can be so dense at times. I’ll explain it to him later.
I drove to theater and went to get tickets. "Two for Harry Potter," I said to girl selling the tickets.
"Is that one adult, and one child?"
"Yes, thanks."
"Screen four, to your left. Enjoy the show ladies."
Dave looked at me and pouted, "She called me a child and a lady."
"What did you want her to call you?" I continued before he could answer, "How about something to drink and some popcorn?"
"Okay" and we walked up to the counter.
"A jumbo popcorn, a large coke and a..." I looked at Dave.
"A small coke, please."
The kid at the counter them and handed Dave his, "Here you go sweetheart."
I paid and got my drink and the popcorn, while Dave stomped off. As I got to the ticket taker, I could hear her say to Dave, "Here comes your mom, does she have your ticket, dear?"
I gave her the tickets and she pointed down to the theater, "Enjoy the movie."
We watched the movie, and Dave squealed a couple of times and buried his face in my arm once or twice. When it was over I leaned over and asked him if he was wet. He said yes.
When we got out into the lobby, it was full of people. I felt Dave tense up, and I reached down and grabbed his hand. He held on tightly as we made our way to the door. At the door a man about Dave’s age held the door open for us. I thanked him as we left.
Walking to the car I asked Dave if wanted to get something to eat. He said yes and we headed to a McDonald's where I got him a girl’s Kids Meal. He didn't look happy about it, but didn't say anything.
As we were finishing, I noticed Dave was squirming around in his seat. I didn't say anything and neither did he. On the drive home, I intentionally hit every bump I thought I could. At a set of particularly bad railroad tracks, I heard Dave swear softly. "Anything wrong?" I asked innocently.
"I had to go to the bathroom."
"Had. As in past tense?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you go before we left?"
"How? I am wearing a diaper; it wouldn't have been easy to go. Besides there were a bunch of girls hanging around the restroom there."
"Well it's a good thing you were wearing one then. It's not leaking is it?"
He felt around, "No I don't think so."
"Speaking of the diaper. No one noticed it did they, or that you are not a little girl. Looks like I won the bet. I'll think about what I want and let you know."
We got home and I took off his diaper and cleaned him up. He got dressed and went home.
Chapter 5: Dave
I couldn't believe it. I just went to a movie and a restaurant wearing girl’s clothes and diapers and no one noticed. Not even Steve, I've known him for four years, and he held the door for us. Something was seriously wrong.
I went and looked into a mirror. I didn’t really look like a little girl did I? I didn't think so, but then again if I did I could really stick it to my father, the old ******* that he is. I should get a picture of me dressed up and send it to him, `From your loving Son.' That would piss him off.
**** now what am I thinking. I don't want to dress like that again. Of course it was kind of strange with Sarah. I don't think that anyone has ever treated me that way before; my mother, the drunken bitch that she was, never did. Between her ignoring me, and my father hitting me, I'm surprised I lived this long.
And I lost the bet with Sarah, both of them. I wonder what she is going to want. I hope it's cheap whatever it is. I wonder if I can get away with dinner or a movie or something like that. I'll just have to go over there tomorrow and ask what she wants. Back to work now.
I finished proofreading the article and sent it off to my editor. By the time I was done it was bedtime. I got ready for bed and stopped, I still hadn't gotten a new bed. It seemed like a waste of money, this one served me fine, but now I was going to bed in a little girl’s bed after spending the afternoon dressed like one. Damn.
I got up the next morning and spent some time trying to come up with an idea for my next article. This is usually the hardest bit of writing for me. After a while it hit me, obscure and somewhat ridiculous aircraft generally don't get written about unless they did something spectacular. The Twin Mustang is one that you don't read about often, and it was certainly ridiculous looking. After deciding on my topic, I sent it off to my editor for his okay, and decided I should go see Sarah about our bet.
I went to the front door and looked and listened for that monster disguised as a dog. I didn't see or hear it and made a break for Sarah's. It was obviously occupied since it didn't try to eat me. This sucks being effectively a prisoner in my own home because of a damn dog.
Sarah answered her door, "Hi Dave, how is everything?"
"Not bad the dog isn't around. I thought you were going to get it tied up? I came over to talk about our bet."
"I’ll have another talk with Bob. I told you no one would notice, but you didn't believe me."
"Yeah, well it's actually worse than you thought. The guy that held the door for us," I paused until she nodded. "I've known him for four years; we went to most of the school's home games together."
"The football games?"
"The football games, baseball, basketball, volleyball, soccer, you name it, we went. He is a serious sports fanatic, and he paid for most of the tickets. He didn't even blink when he looked at me." Sarah started laughing. I gave her a dirty look and she smothered it.
"Come on Dave. Your best friend didn't even recognize you. You have to admit that that is pretty funny. Especially considering how worried you were."
"No it's not funny, it's embarrassing."
"Okay, I guess it would be embarrassing to be twenty-one and be able to pass as a ten year old girl."
"Back to the original topic, about the bet. Did you have any ideas?"
Sarah looked kind of sheepish and said, "I do, but I'm not sure you'll agree."
"Well spit it out, what is your idea."
"Ummm, I'd kind of like you to be... ummm er, spend the weekend here as Sissy."
"You what," I yelled back. A little calmer I said, "No way. I am not going to spend a weekend being a little girl. Besides what if someone comes over here and sees me."
"We'll tell them that you’re spending the weekend with me, because your parents are out of town."
"What if Mrs. What'shername comes over again and wants me to go and play with her daughter. I don't even know what a girl that age plays at."
"Mrs. Peterson, and we can come up with an excuse for you not to go over there. Besides it will be fun."
"Fun for you, but what about me?"
"You'll have fun too. You had fun yesterday didn't you?"
"Yes, but we went and saw a movie."
"Well we can go see a movie again, or something. Trust me we will have fun."
"I don't know."
"How about if at any time you want to you can say; `Let's quit this,' and we'll stop and you can go home. If you just don't want to do what we're doing you can say, oh `I really don't want to,' and we won't. How's that?"
"I guess so. This weekend?"
"Unless you had other plans."
"No, as long as there is no problems at work, which I should find out in about an hour. I'll let you know then," I said as I headed back home.
I walked home and wondered what I was getting myself into. Had I really just agreed to spend the weekend as a little girl with my landlady? What am I doing? I went into my trailer and checked my e-mail. There it was a message from my editor. The current article was approved and so was the idea for my next article and a list of other aircraft that I could use for a series of articles. That was good, now I had several months of articles I could work on and not spend time trying to come up with new ideas. Unfortunately I was now free for the weekend.
I spent a few hours of Internet research for books and reference material that I could get from the University Library. Then I called Sarah and told her this weekend would be fine.
Chapter 6: Sarah
I couldn't believe that Dave had agreed to my suggestion. I was certainly going to have fun this weekend. I always wanted to have a child, but never had one. That was one of the reasons that I would baby-sit for my tenants. Now I would have my own little girl, for the weekend at least.
I had to decide what to do, and what I would need. I already had plenty of diapers, but only the two outfits. I suppose I should go get something else, but I also want to take Dave out and buy him something in public. That might be difficult, but I should be able to convince him.
I was sitting there in my own little world, when there was a knock at the door. Answering the door, I saw that it was Bob. "Hi Bob, what's up?"
"I was wondering what it was you had wanted me to see yesterday. Because all I saw was you with that little girl."
"Bob, you have to be one of the densest people I know. That little girl was the tenant of Number Two and not a little girl. Here I'll show you."
I led him over the VCR I had hooked up to the nanny-cams and played the tape of me diapering and dressing him. Bob watched the tape silently, then, "How the hell did you convince him to wear the diaper?"
"The other night we watched the Harry Potter movies and he had an accident. The dog in the first movie scared him. After finishing the movies he said he wanted to go see the third. I told him that there was a dog in it. He still wanted to see it, so I suggested that we go together and he wear a diaper to protect himself. I padded the diaper so it wouldn't fit under his pants."
"I was right Sarah, you are a cruel woman. Remind me never to piss you off. So what do you plan to do with him now?"
"He is spending the weekend with me, so stay away and keep Thor under control. I'm not sure what I plan on doing, but I don't want you or Thor messing it up."
"Okay, but you know we should do something to help him get over his fear of dogs. I bet Thor is really confused over what to do with him. No one else is afraid of him."
"I suppose we should, but how? I mean the sight of Thor scares him enough to make him piss his pants. How do you plan on getting Thor close enough to show him that Thor isn't going to eat him?"
"I don't know, but I'll think about it. Let me know how the weekend goes." With that Bob left and I went back to my musings.
I spent the rest of the day thinking, checking for movies to go see, and working. I was hoping for a girlie movie or a cartoon, but no luck. When Dave called and said that this weekend would be good, I was surprised again. I had thought that he would come up with an excuse to get out of it. Then again, maybe he just wanted to get it over.
During the rest of the week I went out and got some socks and shoes appropriate to a young girl. I also bought him denim jumper. I figure that if I can convince him to buy a new outfit, I can get him into something extremely frilly and it will be a lot more fun to have him try it on in the store.
I also talked to Judy, I most definitely did not want her to come over, well actually I did, but that is another story. "Judy, I need a favor from you, nothing major, but can you stay away this weekend and keep Ashley and her friends away also."
"Sure, why?" Judy looked a little puzzled since we normally went out for lunch on Sundays.
"I'm having a visitor all weekend, and there would be problems if you or they showed up."
"Anyone I know, wait a minute. You're not having Sissy over for the weekend are you?"
"Yes, Dave, or rather Sissy is spending the weekend with me. It's weird, I mean, I expected him to agree, but I didn't really think he would also. I mean a grown man has agreed to spend the weekend dressed a young girl with me."
"I think I understand you. He certainly must have some attraction to dressing that way or he wouldn't have agreed to. But it is hard to imagine that any grown man would agree to dress and act that way."
"I don't know if he has an attraction to the wearing the clothes or if he is attracted to me, and I'm old enough to be his mother, when he isn't dressed as a little girl. I hope it isn't to me," I was rather surprised by this since I hadn't thought it through until now.
"So what do you and Sissy have planned for this weekend?" Judy asked with obvious anticipation.
"I figured that we would go see another movie, lunch and a little shopping. Maybe spend Sunday at the park. But do stay away. I doubt if he could pass as a girl to a girl. He probably doesn't know any of the things that girls that age talk about."
"It sounds like a fun weekend, but do you plan on anything that would embarrass him?"
"Maybe, I had a few ideas, but then I realized that things could horribly wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, one or both of us could be arrested, if say someone discovered that what they thought was a young girl was in reality a 21 year old man. If he was arrested with children around he could be labeled a pedophile and sent to prison. I don't think he would last very long in jail, prison maybe five minutes."
"Yeah, that would be terrible. So you are going to play it low key. Just kind of enjoy being out?" We chatted for a while longer then I went home, I had a few more preparations to get before Friday night.
By Friday all was prepared, I had talked to owners of several girls clothing stores, showing them pictures of Dave dressed as Sissy to get permission to shop in the stores. They were a little reluctant, until they saw the picture. I also checked to see if anything was going on in town during the weekend. Now just to wait for Dave.
Chapter 7: Dave
Friday afternoon, I had tried to work some on all day, but my mind kept going back to what I was doing this weekend. Why had I ever agreed to spend the weekend dressed like a little girl? I thought for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. Quarter to five, her official office hours would be over in fifteen minutes, and then I would have to go over and spend the weekend with her. I killed some time playing solitaire on my computer. I couldn’t concentrate to do any work.
I walked over to Sarah’s and knocked on her door; she answered right away, as if she had been standing there waiting for me. "Come in Dave. We're going to have so much fun this weekend."
Sullenly I replied, "Fun for you, maybe. Not for me."
"We'll have lots of fun, I promise. And like I said, at any time you can just ask and we'll stop," she said. As I opened my mouth, she quickly continued, "Not yet can you say stop. I have to at least get a chance to show you that we will have fun, and no one will notice."
"Okay, I'll give you a chance, what first?"
She smiled and looked down at me, "First you get a bath, and then we'll see."
With that she grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me into the bathroom. In the bathroom, she picked me and sat me on the vanity and took off my shoes and socks. Off came my shirt and she set me back on the floor. When she started to undo my pants, I tried to help, but she knocked away my hands and said, "You just stand there, I'll do everything."
I dropped my hands down to my side and she finished undressing me. She looked me over and turned to start a bath for me. Once there was an inch or so of water in the tub, she picked me up and set me in the tub. As the water continued to fill the tub, she began to wash me.
I closed my eyes and sat there as she gently ran the washcloth over my body. I don't think anyone has given a bath in… Well as I thought about it, I don't remember anyone ever giving me a bath. My mother or father must have when I was little child, but I can't remember it.
She changed over to the showerhead and rinsed me off. I was stood up as the water started to drain and she dried me off with a big fluffy towel. While I stood there she looked me over again, and said, "Stand there while I put this cream all over you."
"Okay." She turned around and grabbed a bottle. I couldn't see what it was, but it didn't smell all that good. She put the cream all over my body except for my head. As I stood there patiently.
"Now we have to wait about ten minutes,” she said once she finished.
"Wait for what," I asked.
"You'll see," was her only cryptic answer.
After a couple minutes the cream seemed to be getting hotter. "Sarah the cream is getting hot!"
"It'll be okay. Just a few minutes longer." It kept getting hotter until I thought it would leave burn scars. Finally Sarah said, "All right now we can rinse it off."
She hosed me off with the showerhead, and I sighed with relief. With all of the cream rinsed off she looked over my body again, and made the announcement. "That's much better."
"What's much better?"
"Well, since you're going to be my little girl this weekend, I decided that you should look more like a little girl."
"Huh?" I grunted.
"Little girls don't have hair on their bodies."
"What?" I looked closer at my body, and saw that she had removed all the hair, but what was on my head. I never really had a lot of body hair, and I could days if not weeks without shaving, and now it was all gone. "Why did you get rid of all my hair?"
"I told you little girls don't have body hair. Don't worry it'll grow back. Now let's get you dressed." She picked me up and carried me into the nursery.
Laying me down on the changing table, she again placed the strap over my arms, securing me to the table. "But why do I have to wear a diaper?" I whined.
"Well, a couple of reasons. One you'll be sleeping in the crib and since you can't get out of it without help. You’ll need something to keep you from making a mess. Two, when we go out, you can't use the women’s restroom you could get arrested. The men’s restroom would be even worse. So you'll need someplace to go potty."
"We're going out this weekend?"
"Of course we are. What did you think we'd do, sit around all day?" She asked rhetorically as finished diapering me.
"I guess I hadn't really thought about it."
She undid the strap and pulled the pink nightie over my head. Once I was dressed she carried me back to the bathroom where she sat me back on the vanity and began messing with my hair. I again had pigtails and bangs, which she trimmed.
Finished she stood me on floor and said, "Go sit on the couch and I'll get you something drink and we can watch a movie."
"Okay," and I ran off to the couch. Actually I kind of waddled, but I couldn't really tell, she stopped in the kitchen and brought out a baby bottle full of milk.
When I started to protest about the bottle, she told just to try it. I relented and she started the movie, Cinderella; not one of my favorites, but you can't have everything.
Actually the bottle wasn't so bad and neither was the movie. I'm not sure what it was, but by the end of the movie I was yawning and starting to nod off. Sarah turned off the TV and picked me up. I protested sleepily and she hushed me up and carried me to the crib.
Laying me in the crib, she wound up a mobile that hadn't been there before, and that I hadn't noticed when she diapered me. "You go to sleep now and I'll see you in the morning," she said.
"Goodnight," I yawned, listening to the lullaby the mobile played. I didn't even notice the door closing.
I woke up later that night and had to piss badly. I called for Sarah, but didn't really want to wake her. After a few minutes, I gave up and wet the diaper I was in and went back to sleep.
When I woke in the morning, Sarah was already changing me into clean diaper. Once done I stood up and she pulled off the nightie. "Ready for some breakfast?" I nodded.
She picked me up, carried me into the kitchen and sat me in a highchair. I just fit in it and before I could say anything she attached the tray and had put a bib on me. "I hope you like oatmeal," she said.
Again before I could protest she began to feed me oatmeal. I never really cared for oatmeal, but I couldn't stop her. By the time the bowl was empty, I was full. She wiped off my face and removed the bib. Releasing me from the highchair she carried me over to the couch and put a baby bottle in my mouth, I didn't protest it let me get rid of the taste of the oatmeal.
With the bottle empty she turned me over her shoulder and started patting me on the back. I was unsure as to what was going on, when I let out a tremendous burp. She praised me and told me to watch some TV, while she did some chores.
I clicked on the TV and started flipping through channels. It wasn't easy to find something to watch; most of the channels were blocked. The only things that came through were those that were for little kids. I had a choice of Blue's Clues, Baby Looney Tunes, Barney, and a few others. I settled on Baby Looney Tunes.
As I watched them, I became aware of a few things. One I was dressed just like them, a diaper and nothing else. And two I really had to go poop. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Sarah intercepted me and asked where I was going.
I explained and she told me that since I was in a diaper I could just use it. I protested back, and she picked me up and put me in the crib. I was stuck now; I couldn't get out of the crib without a ladder. A few minutes later I gave in and pooped in my diaper. Sarah came by a little later and asked me if I was done. I cried yes.
She took off my messy diaper and cleaned me up, then carried me to bathroom and gave me another bath. Finished she rediapered me and grabbed something out of the closet. "Time to get dressed so we can go."
"Go, where are we going?"
"I've got some shopping to do, and I thought we could go see a movie. Hold up your hands."
I held up my hands and she dropped a denim dress over my head. "I can't wear a dress."
"You already are. Besides we've found out that no one will ever guess that you’re a boy." She sat me back on the changing table and put some girl’s sandals on my feet. "Let's go."
I followed Sarah out to car, only hesitating slightly at the door. I quickly got in her car and fastened my safety belt. She got in and off we went. She pulled into the mall parking lot and parked. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"I guess so," I answered sullenly.
"Come on then." She got out of the car and grabbed my hand once I was outside also. We went into the mall and started shopping. Now I really don't like to shop, but Sarah led me from store to store.
We spent all morning in the mall. I think we went into all the stores, except the menswear stores. It took her a little while, but she even got me to try on several dresses. I didn't want to, but she started to attract attention. The last thing I wanted was more attention.
Around noon, I tugged on Sarah’s arm. "I need to be changed," I whispered to her when she bent over.
She led me off towards the restrooms. I was scared, where were we going to change my wet diaper. I couldn't let her do it in the Ladies room. Any one in there would be able to see that I was man wearing a dress and a diaper that I had wet.
As we got closer to the restrooms, I saw that between them was a room for changing diapers. I was relieved somewhat; I only hoped that it was small. As we got closer the door opened and a woman walked out pushing a stroller. We got to the changing room and went in locking the door behind us. Quicker than I would have thought she had me up on the changing table, actually it was more of a cabinet, and had my wet diaper off and a dry one on,
"Are you hungry," she asked as we left the changing room.
"Yes."
"Good, we can go over to the food court and grab something. While we're eating we can talk."
"What about?"
"Well, I was thinking that you should get your ears pierced."
"What," I yelled. I looked around and fortunately no one was in the hallway. Quite a bit quieter I continued, "No way. Guys don't get their ears pierced. At least not both of them. Besides I don't need my ears pierced."
"Come on, I'll bet that lots of guys have pierced ears. It's the `IN' thing to do these days. You'd look a lot cuter with earrings."
Great I'd look cuter, I thought. "No, even if guys do have pierced ears, I don't want pierced ears."
"I'll pay. Anyway if you don't like them, you can always just take them out and the holes will heal over in a little while. And I'll prove that lots of guys have both ears pierced. In fact if we can't find twenty guys with both ears pierced here in the mall I'll give you half off next months rent. If we do, you get your ears pierced."
By this time we had gotten to the food court and were getting into a crowd of people. I reached over and grabbed Sarah’s hand. She looked down at me surprised. I looked up and said, "There's too many people here, I don't want to get separated from you."
She smiled and held on to my hand, "That's a good idea. I don't want to lose you."
We went and got into line and eventually got lunch. Finding a seat took a while, but we managed. Sitting there, eating I mulled over Sarah’s bet. I really didn't want pierced ears, but they would heal if I didn't wear them and if I won, half off next month’s rent would be great.
"Sarah," I said in soft voice. "I'll take your bet."
"Good, now if you look around you'll see eight guys with both ears pierced, some of them with other things pierced also."
"What!" I looked around and actually she was wrong I saw nine boys and men with both ears pierced and I couldn't even see every one in the food court. "Okay. I concede. Where do we go to get my ears pierced?"
"Once we finish here, I'll show you."
We finished eating and a few minutes later I had little silver studs in my ears. I have to admit I looked even cuter.
"Well cutie, are you ready to go see a movie now?" Sarah asked.
"Sure what's playing?"
We went and saw Spiderman 2. By the end of the movie I was wet again. Nothing scared me, I just had to go. At least I didn't miss any of the movie.
After the movie we headed back to Sarah’s. Once there she picked me up and carried me to the nursery, where she changed my wet diaper. After that she put me into the crib and told me it was naptime. She wound up the mobile and I curled up.
A couple of minutes later she came in and gave me a bottle of warm milk. "In case you get thirsty."
Chapter 8: Sarah
I didn't expect Dave to really take a nap, but when I checked on him an hour later he was asleep, like a baby. I had some more coffee and started making dinner, I hope Dave likes spaghetti.
I let Dave sleep another hour and then got him up for dinner. After dinner while we were watching a baseball game I asked Dave about his life growing up. He told me, it made me want to go strangle his parents. Now I think I understand why he is letting me treat him like this. I don't believe anyone ever really showed him any affection as a kid.
After the game I asked Dave, "Well are you having fun? Because remember if you aren't you can end this and go home."
"Actually, surprisingly I am," came back the reply.
"Good, now is there anything you want to do tomorrow?"
"Ummm, yeah there is. Could we go back to the mall?"
"Why?" I looked at him and he was squirming around like he was embarrassed.
"Well, you remember that dress I tried on?"
"Which one, you tried on several?"
"The, ummm, I think you called it a sundress."
"Yes, I remember it."
"Well, could we go and buy it?"
"Let me see if I understand this, you want me to go and buy you a dress?"
"Ummm, I'll pay for it."
"Okay, but if you recall this morning you didn't want to be seen in a dress."
"Yes, but I want this one for a reason."
"What do you want it for?" He was squirming around even more now.
"I, kind of, ummm, want to get my..."
"Go on. You want what."
"I want my picture taken in it."
He had stopped squirming around, and looked like he was going to start crying. "Why do you want your picture taken in it?"
"I want to send it to my father. I'll sign it `Your Loving Son, Dave.' He'll hate that, if he can read it and figure out that it really is me."
"You really don't like your father, do you?"
"If he hadn't been so lazy he probably would've beaten me every night. I hate him."
"Okay, we can go and buy the dress. Then we can go to one of the store photo departments and have the portraits done. How about if we get your hair done by a professional first?"
"Nothing permanent right?"
"No, nothing permanent. Well if we're going to have another big day you should get some sleep." With that I picked him up and carried him to the nursery, where I changed his diaper and put him to bed.
Sunday turned out to be a bit of a let down. We went and bought the dress, had his hair done and got the pictures taken. They turned out great. We finished up by having dinner in a park where Dave played on the swing sets. It was definitely weird watching a grown man on a swing in a dress and a diaper.
Dave went home Sunday night, after giving me a big hug, and telling me that no one ever treated him like I had that weekend. My first thought at that was I hoped not, then I realized that he meant like a child that was actually loved. After I shut the door, I had to wipe a tear from my eye. Then I went and erased all of the videotapes I had made of him. I'd still have a copy of the portraits, but I couldn't keep those tapes I made without his permission.
Monday came and I thought back fondly to the weekend, I wondered if I could get Dave to do it again, and figured that I certainly could.
Early in the afternoon, I heard Thor outside barking. My first thought, was I hope he didn't catch Dave outside again. Then I realized that while Thor was barking, it wasn't his normal friendly bark and woof, but a frenzied, angry barking, snarling and growling. What the hell? I had heard Thor growl before, he was warning a kid for pulling his tail. But nothing like this.
I ran out the door to see what was going on. I saw the backs of three kids, I thought that they were the troublemakers, but I couldn't be sure. Then I saw Thor over by the mailboxes. There was a splash of red on the mailboxes and then Thor nuzzled something on the ground and lay down beside it.
**** there was someone on the ground over there, and that red was probably blood. I dialed 911 on my cell phone and started running over there. I saw at least two other people doing the same thing. As I got closer, I slowed down. I didn't know what Thor was going to do. He started growling, then looked at me, and woofed once. His tail started wagging and he turned his head back to … Dave.
Damn, it was Dave down there on the ground. I told the 911 operator that we needed an ambulance and probably police here. The operator said they were on the way and that the police should arrive first. I turned and saw Judy running up with a first aid kit; good she was nurse and should know what to do.
Bob came up a few minutes later and I told him to take Thor home. He looked reluctant, but I told him that Thor chased away whoever did this and probably should be watched. He reluctantly took Thor home, as I watched Judy take care of Dave.
The Police showed up a few minutes later. A county deputy pulled in and got out of his cruiser. He looked around and actually gasped at the blood, there was a lot. "What happened to her," he asked looking at Dave.
I couldn't believe it, the deputy thought that Dave was a girl, and he was lying unconscious on face down on the ground. Judy looked up, "He was shoved into the mailboxes, that's what."
"Hi Judy, did you say he? I don't suppose you have a name," he asked, looking around.
I spoke up as Judy turned back to Dave, "His name is Dave Wilson. He lives over in Number Two."
The officer wrote this in one of those notebooks that they carry around. "Hey I think I know him. I pulled him over twice last month. I thought he was a kid joyriding."
I told him what I had seen and wrote that down also. He got statements from a couple of others before the ambulance arrived.
The paramedics took over for Judy and the cop interviewed her. The paramedics got Dave on a gurney and hauled him off. The officer finished getting statements and started taking pictures. A small group of us stood aside watching as he and another deputy did cop things.
The first officer walked up and asked, "Hey is that camera hooked up?"
I'd forgotten about the camera, "Yes it is, come with me the tape is in my office."
We walked over to my office and watched the tape. It showed Dave walking up to his mailbox, as he turned to leave the three boys I'd seen running away walked up demanding money and started shoving him. He finally smashed his head open and crumpled to the ground, once there they started to kick him. A few seconds later Thor ran in barking and snarling and growling. The kids looked at him and took off when he snapped at them. Thor then turned to Dave, nudged him and licked him, then lay down next to him. Then I ran into the picture.
"Damn," the cop said. "That dog may have saved his life. Hold on for a second." He called on his radio to the dispatcher to have the hospital notified about the possibility of wounds do to the kicking.
"I'm going to need this for evidence," he continued.
"I know that, but before you take it can I make a copy to show Dave. He is terrified of that dog."
"All right. Can you identify those kids?"
"Sure," and I gave him their names and addresses. He waited while I made the copy, and then took the original.
I watched as he and the other officers drove to pick up the suspects. It didn't take long and there they went; all three of them in the back of several cruisers.
I was happy; those three caused almost all of the trouble in the park, now to call my lawyer. This should be enough to get them evicted from the park. Hey I could probably have her start the paperwork for a civil suit on Dave's behalf too.
Other than Dave being unconscious in the hospital it looked like it might be a good day after all. I spent the rest of the afternoon answering questions about what all of the trouble was. Bob came by and I showed him the tape. He was surprised. He had never seen Thor act that way before either.
Chapter 9: Judy
I heard Thor barking up a storm, but it seemed wrong somehow. I looked outside and could see several people running towards the mailboxes. Stepping outside, I looked at the mailboxes and saw what looked like a red stain. Oh ****, I thought and grabbed the first aid kit I kept by the door.
I ran over to the mailboxes, and saw Sarah looking down at Thor and Sissy, oops Dave I corrected myself. Damn, I could see blood coming out of the back of his head as he lay there. As Sarah shooed people off to the side, I put on a pair of gloves and told Thor to move. Thor looked at me and actually got out of the way, although he did stay between Dave and the crowd until Bob came and took him away.
I checked to make sure he was breathing and that there was a pulse. I opened a bandage and covered the wound on his head, wondering where the hell the ambulance was. I was trying to stop the bleeding without moving his head, not an easy task. I had better add a neck brace to my first aid kit.
I heard a siren now, but it was the wrong kind. Probably a county deputy. Sure enough a Cruiser pulled up a minute or two later. I heard footsteps crunching in the gravel. "What happened to her?"
What an idiot, I thought, "He was shoved into the mailboxes, that's what." I looked up at Steve Wildler, not one of the best deputies, but he got the job done.
"Hi Judy, did you say he? I don't suppose you have a name," he asked. I knew all of the local police.
I heard Sarah answer him, so I went back to helping Dave. I heard Steve talking to some of the people watching. But I didn’t pay them any attention, I was still waiting for that damn ambulance. It took a little while, but I finally heard the siren. The ambulance pulled in and two EMTs rushed up. I quickly told them what I knew and they took over, putting a neck brace on and strapping him to a backboard. I stripped off my gloves and tossed them into the biohazard trash in the ambulance.
While they did their work, I quickly answered Steve’s questions. Since I hadn’t seen anything, he was soon done. I turned to the EMTs before they left and asked them to let the ER know I would probably be a little late. They said they’d pass on the message and I turned to get my first aid kit as they pulled out. I saw that one of them had placed a neck brace on the ground next to it. I owed those two something nice.
As I was walking back to my home, I heard Steve ask about a camera. I looked over, apparently Sarah had mounted a security camera over the mailboxes. Good, I hope it got good film of the bastards that had done this.
At home I washed up thoroughly, making sure that I didn’t drip any of Dave’s blood anywhere. It wasn’t that I thought he had any sort of disease, it was just habit. Cleaned up I called the ER and let them know I’d be a little late. They said the EMTs had already passed on the message.
I told my husband and daughter what had happened, hugged them and stopped by Sarah’s. “Sarah can you get me Dave’s wallet. He might need some ID at the hospital. At least to prove he’s an adult.”
“Good thought, he could have a hard time convincing them he’s 21, especially now.” That last line was a bit cryptic, but I let it pass as we went over to Dave’s house. I found his wallet in his bedroom. I couldn’t believe that he actually slept there. A toddler bed, with Power Puff Girls sheets, and pink and white furniture. Sarah came into the room, “I thought he was going to get new furniture?”
AS I left I saw Sarah starting to clean up in the kitchen, Dave had left a couple of dirty dishes in the sink. I guess that Sarah figured Dave didn’t need to come home to mold covered dishes. That whole house was strange, except for those dishes and a couple of books sitting next to his computer everything was neat and orderly. Even the bed was made, what 21 year old bachelor makes his bed every day?
I shook my head thinking about it as I went off to work. At the hospital, the ER was relatively calm for the moment, so I decided to check on Dave. I looked around and didn’t see him in any of the rooms. This worried me, I didn’t think he’d been hurt that badly. One of the other nurses saw me and asked, “Who are you looking for, Judy?”
“Oh Jane, where’s that young man, that came in with the head wound? He’s my neighbor, and I don’t see him.”
“Young man? We haven’t checked in any young men in a while, and the only head wound was that little ...” Her sentence tailed off. She looked at me rather intently, “That little girl is a boy? Come on, I saw her, er him when he came in. Little stud earrings, hair braided. No way that’s a boy, it’s got to be a girl. He didn’t even have any body hair.”
That explains what Sarah said. I didn’t expect her to remove his body hair for their weekend though. I can’t believe that he would let her either. I stood there woolgathering, until Jane said, “Earth to Judy, earth to Judy. I asked you about that boy.”
“What? Oh, that man. Yes he’s a man, not a boy. I have his wallet here. He is not a little girl, not a little boy either. He is...” checking his driver’s license, “... 21, he’ll be 22 next month.”
“No way, let me see that.” She looked at the driver’s license. “I had better get to admitting, I think he’s scheduled to be taken to the pediatric ward and placed in a girl’s room.”
As she turned to leave, “Great you do that, but where is he now?”
“Back in X-ray. Apparently he was kicked after he went unconscious, and they want to check for internal injuries.”
I checked with the ER admittance and found the room where Dave had been treated. His head X-rays were still hanging. I was examining them, when I heard a comment from behind, “A little harder and that little girl would have a cracked skull.”
I turned and saw the ER surgeon standing there, “Doc, take a look at this X-ray, forget about the patient you saw and tell me you can about the patient.”
“What? Why do you want me to do that?”
“Just do it.”
With a puzzled look on his face, he walked over to view the X-ray. He studied it for a few minutes, “Hmmm, the bones are all fused and judging from the size. I would say that the patient is an adult female.” His look got even more puzzled, “There is no way that person was a woman.” He paused for another moment, “But the X-ray is definitely of an adult. That’s a grown man! No way, she can’t be a grown man.”
“Hey the X-ray doesn’t lie. Neither does his driver’s license.”
“Damn, now I have to go fix all of my notes.”
“If that’s the least of your worries, consider yourself lucky. How’s he doing anyway?”
“Oh, well you saw there was no skull fracture, but he does have a concussion, and hopefully will wake up in a few minutes. He has a couple of minor cracks in his ribs, and some deep bruising from the kicks, but nothing dangerous. Why all of the concern?”
“He’s my neighbor, and has had some problems.”
“How long has he been unconscious?”
I looked at my watch, and thought for a moment. “Probably a half hour.”
Damn, that’s too long, if hasn’t woken up by the time he gets back from X-ray; we’ll have to try to wake him. After he’s awake why don’t you watch him, you can do your paperwork in his room. If we need you down here we’ll call you.”
When Dave came down from X-ray, he was still out. When the doctor woke him, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “Where... am... I?” he asked slowly.
The doctor looked over at me and nodded. I told him, “You’re at the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”
“Ummm. There were some kids. They wanted some money. I told them I didn’t have any. They said to steal it from my mother. I think I laughed at that point. They started pushing me around then, but I don’t remember anything after that.”
“Okay Dave, we’re going to take you up to a room now, and put you to bed. I’ll be up in few minutes.”
“All right, thanks Mrs. Peterson.”
Dave had forgotten that ‘Dave’ has never met me, only ‘Sissy’ has. Dave was moved to a gurney and wheeled out. I went over and got my paperwork, and the reports I should fill out about Dave.
I left the office, and started towards the rest of the hospital when, “Hey Judy.” I turned and there was Steve. He trotted up. “I was thinking, I should probably get any of Mr. Wilson’s clothes that have blood on them. As evidence, you know.”
“Evidence? Okay, whatever. I was just going to his room. Follow me.”
As we made are way through the hospital he kept up a constant stream of conversation, which I mostly ignored. I ignored it until I heard Sarah’s name. “What was that?”
“I said that Ms. Johnson’s security camera caught the whole assault, and we’ve already arrested the suspects.”
“That’s great.”
“Whose dog is that? It looked like it saved his life.”
“Thor? What do you mean Thor saved his life.”
“Well the three perps attacked him. Then when was on the ground they started to kick him. About this time you could hear barking and growling coming towards them. They turned towards it and kind of laughed, then their eyes got big and they took off. I figured Cujo was about to come on screen. The dog nudged him and licked his face, then lay down next to him like he was guarding him. I’m glad I wasn’t the first one there, I don’t think he would have let me near him.”
“Huh, you know Dave is terrified of that dog?”
“Yeah, that’s what Ms. Johnson said. But I’ll tell you that dog certainly seems to like him. It curled up next to him like he belonged to it.”
We got to the room as the orderlies finished undressing him. I heard one of them exclaim, “It is a boy!”
Dave seemed to not have noticed, but he looked like the movement had disoriented him somewhat. “I’ll take over from here.” The orderlies looked at me and walked out.
“There’s his clothes, take what you want, but leave his keys.” Steve walked over to the clothes, and looked at them. He that ‘I don’t want to touch them they’re all bloody look on his face.’ “There are gloves in the dispenser by the door.” He got a pair, and bagged his ‘evidence’.
“I’ve got to go now. I’ll talk to you later.” He said and walked out the door. Good riddance, I thought. He was better than Barney Fife, but not by much.
“Dave are you awake?”
He looked up at me and whispered, “Yes, why did he take my clothes?”
“He’s a Policeman, he wanted them for evidence. The doctor said you’re not to move much. So, I’m going to put a diaper on you okay?” I looked at him, he seemed to be tearing up. “Don’t worry we do that all of the time here. No one is going to say anything about it.”
I got Dave diapered and settled in bed. I asked him how he felt until the doctor arrived and explained to Dave the medical aspects of what happened to him. Dave lay there and listened. I’m not sure what he understood, but he murmured an agreement.
The doctor finished and we stepped out of the room. I told the doctor that I would go over it again with him later.
Chapter 10: Dave
It was shortly after lunch and I decided that I could use a break. I pulled on a pair of shoes, and checked out the door to see if that monster was around. I could hear it, but it didn’t seem to be nearby. I locked my door as I went to check to my mail, I never got much and the box was usually empty. I walked briskly over to the mailboxes, the less time where the dog could get at me, the better.
Checking for mail, I found the box empty as usual, I heard a voice. “Hey, little girl give us your money.”
I didn’t respond, after all I wasn’t a little girl, but I hadn’t seen any one else around. I turned to look and see who was coming up. There were three boys, well young men, that were coming towards me. The biggest said, “I said little girl give us your money.”
“If you’re talking to me, I don’t have any,” I answered, not that I would have given them any anyway.
They were very close now, and I could see that the leader of the three was probably eight to ten inches taller than me, and sixty to seventy pounds heavier. I got a little nervous, but they shouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything with an adult. “Yeah, we’re talking to you, and if you don’t have any money go steal some from your mom to give to us.”
“Steal some from my mother?” I started laughing.
“Yeah, and what’s so funny?” The biggest asked as he shoved me into the mailboxes.
Before I could answer a second one shoved me, then a third and everything went dark…
“Where... am... I?” I asked.
I heard a voice, “You’re at the hospital. Do you remember what happened?” It was kind of familiar. “Ummm. There were some kids. They wanted some money. I told them I didn’t have any. They said to steal it from my mother. I think I laughed at that point. They started pushing me around then, but I don’t remember anything after that.”
“Okay Dave, we’re going to take you up to a room now, and put you to bed. I’ll be up in few minutes.” That voice still seemed familiar, and I slowly looked over, it was Mrs. Peterson I think.
“All right, thanks Mrs. Peterson.” Several people lifted me and moved me from one bed to another; that sent pain through my head. I realized that they were going to wheel me to another room, so I closed my eyes and held as still as possible. They must have been careful, because there was very little jarring during the move. Another transfer to a different bed, and a whispered apology, and the move was over.
Someone said, “We’re going to finish undressing you now, and we’ll try to be as careful as possible.”
“Okay,” I answered and relaxed to let them do their job.
When they got my underwear off one of them exclaimed, “It is a boy!” I didn’t move or say anything to that. Moving was too painful, and a comment seemed unneeded.
A woman’s voice called out, “I’ll take over from here.” I cracked my eyelids open, and saw the orderlies leave, as Mrs. Peterson and some sort of Cop walk in.
Mrs. Peterson said to the cop, “There’s his clothes, take what you want, but leave his keys.” A moment later she continued “There are gloves in the dispenser by the door.”
“I’ve got to go now. I’ll talk to you later.” The Cop said and I heard the door open and close.
“Dave are you awake?”
I looked up at her and whispered, “Yes, why did he take my clothes?”
“He’s a Policeman, he wanted them for evidence. The doctor said you’re not to move much. So, I’m going to put a diaper on you okay?” She was looking down at me, and now another woman is going to put me in diapers. I suppose that I didn’t look real happy because she continued, “Don’t worry we do that all of the time here. No one is going to say anything about it.”
She diapered me and then covered me with the sheet and blanket and made sure I was comfortable. She asked me a few questions about how I felt until a doctor came in and explained to me what happened in medical terms I didn’t understand. I lay there and listened to him, hoping someone would tell me in English what he meant.
When the doctor finished, he and Mrs. Peterson stepped outside for a few minutes. Mrs. Peterson came back in and pulled a chair up next to the bed. “Dave, I know that right now you’re in a bit of pain, but the doctor wants to hold off giving you anything for it for about an hour. That way we can be sure that you aren’t going to go unconscious again. The stronger pain killers can do that. If the pain gets too bad, let me know and I’ll call for the doctor.”
“Okay, it hurts, but as long as I don’t move it isn’t too bad. How come you’re here?”
“Well, I work in the hospital. I’m normally a nurse down in the E.R., but since the doctor wants someone to watch you for a while, I got the job.”
“Huh?”
“I’m here to make sure that you don’t slip into a coma. It’s not really likely, and normally we wouldn’t have someone doing this, but since the E.R. is a bit overstaffed because the students are on summer break. I can work on my paperwork here and talk to you.”
“That makes sense, I guess. So what happened to me, I heard the doctor, but I didn't really understand all those medical words he used?”
“I haven’t seen the videotape…”
“What videotape?” I interjected, surprised there was a tape of it.
“Sarah has a security camera over the mailboxes. It caught your entire attack on tape, or so I was told. The three boys shoved you into the mailboxes.”
“I sorta remember that,” I added.
“Well, once you busted open your head, you fell to the ground and they started to kick you. Then Thor ran up and chased them away. At least that was what Steve said.”
I started to sit up, but the pain stopped me, “Who’s Steve? And he said what about that dog?”
“Steve is the police officer that came and got your clothes. I guess he saw the tape. He said that Thor came barking and growling and chased away those boys. The he lay down next to you guarding you until Sarah and I got there. I know he was watching over you until I got there, and he only moved enough for me to try to help you.”
“Are you sure he wasn’t trying to eat me?”
She laughed at that, “I’m sure Dave; he wasn’t trying to eat you.”
We continued talking for a while, Mrs. Peterson kept asking me questions; about my job, how I liked living out there, where I’d gone to school, and all sorts of things. It took a while, but I finally realized she was probably checking my memory. She wouldn’t have known the right answers, but she could tell if I was struggling to remember stuff.
Finally she asked me a question that surprised me, “Dave, when did you first meet me?”
I answered quickly, “A couple of weeks ago at Sarah’s.” Then I paused and remembered that ‘I’ hadn’t met her. ‘Sissy’ met her. I started to cry.
“Dave, it’s okay. I knew already. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I figured I should.”
“Sarah told you, didn’t she,” I accused.
“Not really. That first day after I walked in on you, I saw ‘Sissy’ go into your trailer. I was puzzled, since I hadn’t seen a girl there only you. I went back over to talk to Sarah about it and she told me what had happened.”
“Yeah, I bet you two had a big laugh. I bet Sarah having big laugh right now over last weekend.”
“Dave, listen to me, we didn’t laugh. Sarah felt horrible. She said that she didn’t want to embarrass you, and she tried to stop you from leaving with your hair still done up.”
“Sure she did. Why don’t you just leave me, I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not leaving until the doctor tells me I can. Besides, if Sarah wanted to embarrass you she wouldn’t have told me to stay away over the weekend and to keep Ashley away. She also told Bob to keep Thor away.
Sarah likes you Dave. I like you. Bob likes you. Thor likes you. None of us wants to hurt you. What can I do to prove it to you?”
“I don’t know, but Sarah told me she wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Well you spent all weekend with Sarah, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And you were dressed as Sissy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Did Sarah do anything to embarrass you? Did she yell ‘Hey look at this man dressed like a little girl.’ or anything else? Did she change your diaper in public? Did she run off and leave you to wander around by yourself?”
“No, but she shouldn’t have told anyone.”
“Dave, she didn’t tell me, I figured it out on my own. I haven’t told anyone. I admit if you continue with what you did, I’ll probably have to tell my husband and Ashley though.”
“Why will you have to tell them?”
“So they don’t embarrass you. Sarah has been watching Ashley for years when Joe and my schedules don’t quite overlap. So eventually she’ll surprise you. I’ll have to tell Joe, just to warn him. He isn’t ummm, so stuck in his ways that he’ll go off on you, but if he isn’t warned his initial reaction could be bad.”
“Sure, so they won’t embarrass me. Sarah is probably making signs right now, ‘Come look at the grown man that wears diapers and dresses like a little girl.’ She got me to get ears pierced and my hair done in a French braid. She’s probably making plans right now about what she wants to do next.”
“Dave no one is going to make you dress like ‘Sissy’ or wear a diaper, well once you get out of the hospital anyway. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
I was almost in tears again, “But Mrs. Peterson, no one ever treated me that way before.”
“Well, I would hope not.”
Sobbing I cried, “No, not that. No one ever hugged me, or wiped away my tears, nothing like that.”
“What?!” She almost yelled. “What do you mean no one ever hugged you, what about your parents?”
“All my father ever did was hit me and yell at me and my mother was drunk all of the time.”
She leaned over and hugged me and wiped away my tears. “Dave, I promise that none of us will ever do anything to intentionally hurt you. And if anyone does hurt you, you tell me and I’ll, ummm, I’ll… I’ll sic Thor on them. That’s what I’ll do.”
I was still crying a bit and trying to laugh at what she said. She kept holding me and wiping away my tears. I’m not sure how long we were that way, but that’s the way the doctor found us.
“Ummm, Nurse, I know that we want you to comfort the patients, but isn’t this a little excessive,” the doctor said after a moment.
“You just be quiet Doctor. Dave and I had a long talk and that was what he needed to help heal some old wounds.”
“Hmmm, if you say so. But I am more concerned about his new wounds. How is doing?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to slip into a coma, but I think he has one hell of a headache right now.”
The doctor examined me, looking at my eyes mostly and asking to follow his pen as he moved it around. “That’s very good. Nurse Peterson is right, as usual, I have some pain killers here to give you. They are very strong and you’ll probably fall asleep, that’s good for you. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to steal Judy away from you though. So here take these and I’ll have Judy introduce you to the duty Nurse here.”
I took the pills, and the two of them walked out of the room. Judy returned a moment later with another nurse. “This is Nurse Phillips. She’s on duty here, if you need anything just press the call button and she’ll come quick.”
Nurse Phillips looked down at me, “Aren’t you just a little sweetheart.”
Before I could formulate an answer, the painkillers were strong, Judy cut in, “Dave is twenty one years old.”
“Oops, sorry Dave, I’ll try to remember that,” Nurse Phillips said.
“That’s okay, I get it all the time. I think I’ll just lay here and rest for a while.”
I heard the two of them talking quietly as they left, and that’s all I remember until someone accidentally woke me up.
“Ummm, who’s there?”
“Shhh. It’s Nurse Phillips. I’m just checking your diaper.” She looked at me and saw the look on my face. “Don’t worry, I do this all of the time.”
I closed my eyes, and then realized that she was now changing my diaper. I hadn’t remembered wetting it. Did I wet it while I was asleep? I felt tears building in my eyes.
Nurse Phillips must have looked at my face again, “Dave, it’s okay. The medicine the doctor gave you has a slight muscle relaxant in it. So that, along with the deep sleep you were in, caused you to wet. When you’re off the medicine, or earlier you will be back to normal.”
There was a slight pause then I felt her give me a little hug. I went back to sleep.
Someone, a different nurse, woke me later and served me dinner, after dinner, she gave me some more pills and changed another wet diaper.
The next time I woke, it wasn’t because I was being changed or to take more pills, I had a desperate need to get to a toilet. I pushed the call button for a nurse and hoped she would get here soon. Just as the door opened, I lost my battle. The nurse came in asked, “What can I get for you honey?”
I couldn’t answer her, I was just sobbing. She hesitated then leaned over, “Oh, is that the problem, I’ll fix that right away.”
She left for a moment, and then came back in carrying a diaper and some towels. “Are you finished?”
I whispered back between sobs, “I think so.”
“Hmmm, I think I’ll wait a few minutes to make sure. I know it feels bad right?” I nodded slightly and she continued. “Nurse Philips told you about the muscle relaxant. That’s what happened. There isn’t anything you could have done to stop it, and I won’t tell anyone.” She reached across me and gave me a little hug.
“You know,” she continued, “this sort of thing happens all of the time here. There is a construction worker down the hall with two broken ankles, he’s been in diapers for a week. I think he plans on using them at home too. Can you imagine that a big six foot tall man wearing diapers by his own choice?”
I smiled and laughed a little at that. She grabbed a tissue and wiped my eyes and nose. Then she changed my dirty diaper. She looked at me, “How come you’re not down in the pediatric ward?”
“I’m twenty one, not a little kid.”
She looked at my chart, “There sure are a lot of changes on this. Let’s you were admitted as an eleven or twelve year old GIRL!? What?” She looked up at me, “Oh, you were unconscious at the time, but... well I guess you do look a bit like a young girl. Then they changed it to male and twenty one. I can see that you look young, but why a girl?”
“When I got here, I had earrings in, and my hair was in a French Braid.”
“Okay, but why were you wearing earrings and have your hair braided?” She looked at me, but I just didn’t say anything. “Okay, your secret, but you know you’re lucky they found the mistake. The pediatric ward has rules, anyone in a diaper has to sleep in a crib, they have some big enough for you too. Although you may not have needed a bigger one. And I saw that you are on a liquid diet, guess what that means to anyone in a crib down there? Yep, baby bottles.”
My eyes got wide at that. She gave me another little hug, “Here it’s a little early for your medicine, but I don’t think I should wake you back up in a half hour just to give you two pills.” I swallowed the pills along with some water. “You go back to sleep now.”
I was woken up again in the morning, by another nurse changing yet another wet diaper. I know I’ve been drinking a lot, every nurse had me drink some water or juice, but these diaper changes seemed a bit excessive. “Good morning.”
She jumped, “Good morning, I didn’t know you were awake.”
“You woke me up.”
“I’m sorry, how are you feeling?”
“Better, I think. My head doesn’t hurt as much, but that might be the pills.”
“That’s good, I’ll have someone bring you some breakfast, and the doctor should be here about nine.”
I ate breakfast, the less said about that the better, and saw the doctor. He examined me and told me that they would keep me here at least one more night, and that he was changing my pain medication to one that was not as strong.
I spent the day alternately reading, sleeping, and watching a little TV. It probably would have been easier to do any of the three if every female nurse, and a couple of the male ones, didn’t stop by continuously. They all seemed to want to check my diaper too. The young ones were bad enough, but there was one, she was ancient I think she served in the army under Washington. She treated me like a two year old. I wanted to scream.
Judy showed up just after lunch to talk to me. She gave me Sarah’s phone number and told me that Sarah had said to call her and she would come get me and take me home. We had been talking for a few minutes when a nurse walked in. Judy looked at her, “Did you need Dave for something?”
She hesitated and seemed kind of flustered, “Umm, no. I was just going to check to see if he needed his diaper changed.” Her voice trailed off.
Judy looked at me, “Dave do you need a change.”
“No. I don’t”
Judy looked back at the other nurse, “Nope he doesn’t need one, anything else?”
“Ummm. No, I guess I’ll just leave now,” and she quickly fled the room.
“What was that all about?” Judy asked me.
“Judy, they’ve been coming in every fifteen minutes or so to check my diaper. I swear every female nurse in this hospital has checked my diaper today. That really old one was the worst. She brought me some apple juice, and made me ‘Drink it all down.’ I think she would have brought it in a bottle if she could have. I’m positive she wanted to burp me.”
“Come on you’re exaggerating.”
“Just wait a few minutes.” We continued talking, she was telling me about her family then, when another nurse different from the first walked in.
Judy looked over at her, “Can I help you?”
“Ummm, I was just, er, going to, er, check to see if Dave, er, needed a clean diaper,” she was flushing at this point.
Judy looked back at me. “Nope” I said before she could ask.
Judy got up from her chair, “Dave, I’ll be right back. You,” she said to the other nurse, “come with me.”
They walked out the door, with the other nurse was hanging her head. I wondered what was going to happen.
A couple of minutes later Judy and a half dozen nurses I’d seen earlier in the day came into the room. One of them spoke up, “Dave, we’re sorry for bothering you all day. We don’t have any excuse. If you need your dia... ah, a change, please call us and someone will come and change you.”
They all walked out and Judy said to me, “I can’t do anything about Nurse Cratchet, she has more seniority here than anyone. I think maybe she was hired when they built the hospital.”
“Oh, I thought she had served with Washington at Valley Forge.”
Judy laughed at that, and we continued talking until Judy had to go to work. The last thing she told me then was, “If anyone comes in to just check your diaper, hit the call button. I explained what was going on to the Duty Nurse, she can’t see your door, and she’ll come and reprimand the person. Hopefully those six that were here will spread the word. I’ve got to go now.”
She hugged me and left. No more nurses came by to check my diaper, although I did have one come and change it. That night though, I was disturbed a couple of times by nurses checking me. I guess they were trying not to wake me.
The next morning, I saw the doctor again. He examined me again, the same way he had before. “Well, Dave, you’re going to be fine. I want to discharge you today, but first I have a couple of questions for you.”
“Okay, what are they.”
“Do you have someone that can give you a ride home?” I nodded. “Good, do you have someone that can keep an eye out for you?”
“Nurse Peterson lives right nearby, and I’m sure that my landlady will too.”
“Even better. Now you’re going to have some dizziness from time to time, and probably a headache for a while. I don’t want you to strain yourself, and to take it easy, no heavy lifting, no running or jumping etc. Just relax for few more days and keep from jarring your head.”
“Okay, doctor. I won’t do any of that.”
“Good, now you call for your ride, I’ll go start the paperwork to discharge you. And a nurse will come by in a few minutes to help you get ready to leave.”
I called Sarah, and she said she’d be here in a little while. A nurse came by a couple minutes later and took off my diaper. She walked over to the dresser and opened the drawers, “Where are your clothes?”
I thought for a minute. “I think some cop took them. They were evidence or something.”
“Does your ride know to bring you clothes?”
“I don’t think so, let me call her.” I called Sarah back but there was no answer. “She must have left already. Now what am I going to do.”
The Nurse looked at me, “First let’s get a clean diaper. We can’t have you running around naked. Then I’ll see what I can find.”
She diapered me and disappeared. When she returned Sarah was with her. “We have a solution, it’s not great but it should work.”
She pulled out a hospital gown, “I’ve cut the ties off and tied them together. The gown should be big enough to wrap all the way around you, and the ties will hold it closed.”
Once I was dressed in it, I guess it looked okay. It didn’t look like a dress and it covered the diaper I was wearing. Sarah grabbed my stuff, and I sat in the obligatory wheelchair.
Chapter 11: Sarah
Dave called me from the hospital asking me to pick him up, I told him be there right away. At the hospital, I expected Dave to be waiting for me. I checked at the desk and was told that he hadn’t come down yet. So I went to find him.
Getting off the elevator, I was stopped by a nurse, “Can I help you? Visiting hours aren’t until 10 AM.”
“I’m here to pick up my neighbor, Dave Wilson. He’s supposed to be discharged today. I expected to find him downstairs, but he wasn’t there. So I came looking for him.”
“Did you say Dave?” I nodded, she continued, “Just a second. Joan, Dave’s ride is here.”
Another nurse walked out, she looked a little distressed. When she saw me she glanced right at my hands. “No one told you?”
I became alarmed, I had just talked to Dave, he couldn’t be worse. “Told me what?” I all but yelled.
See the look on my face and hearing the worry in voice, “No nothing like that, he’s fine. Absolutely all right. It’s just that, apparently the police took all of his clothes as evidence. Right now he’s in his room wearing nothing but a diaper.”
“God, you had me worried. Do you have anything for him to wear? I don’t think it would be right to take him home in just a diaper.”
“All I’ve come up with is if we take a gown and cut the ties off he can wear it and tie it closed, it should be big enough to cover him up. And no jokes about open gowns.”
We walked down to Dave’s room, in the room there he sat just like she said.
Joan said, “We have a solution, it’s not great but it should work.” And she pulled out the gown, “I’ve cut the ties off and tied them together. The gown should be big enough to wrap all the way around you, and the ties will hold it closed.”
Once he was wearing it, it covered him up. So I figured it would work. Dave sat down in the wheelchair and I put his stuff in my purse. We made a little parade as we headed down to the elevator.
Before we got on, one the nurses stopped us, handed Dave a card, and said, “On behalf of all of the nurses here, I have three things to say. First; we are all sorry about what happened yesterday. Second; you have been one of our best patients ever. And third; get well soon, because we don’t want to see you here again.”
I wondered what had happened yesterday, but I’d figured I’d ask Dave on the way home. We took the elevator down, and Dave was officially discharged. I went to get my car as they wheeled Dave outside. When I pulled up I got out and saw Dave look at the pavement. He didn’t even have any shoes, I walked over to pick him up and he held up arms, just like a toddler would. I don’t think he realized that it looked that way, but the nurse that had pushed him out smiled.
I gave her a look and reached down to pick him up. I lifted him to my hip and then got my arm underneath him while he put his arms around my neck. My arm felt plastic and I looked back at our reflection in the hospital doors. I could clearly see his diaper. The nurse looked like she was about to laugh, so I glared at her. She sobered her look and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.’
I drove Dave home taking a longer route that would avoid bumps. I’d banged my head a few times and knew what bumps would be like. During the ride I asked, “Dave what happened yesterday?”
“Oh, that. Yesterday, almost all of the nurses came by to check my diaper. They were coming by about every fifteen minutes it drove me crazy. Judy finally stopped them.”
When we got home, I asked, “Dave will come in for a few minutes, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Is it the tape of what happened, ‘cause I don’t know if I want to watch it?”
“Yeah, it’s that. But I think you should see it.”
“All right I’ll watch it.”
He watched the tape, I watched him. When he pushed into the mailboxes he winced, but so had I and it hadn’t happened to me. When you could hear Thor he tensed up but kept watching. After I came into the picture he rewound it a little and watched the part with Thor a couple of more times. When he finally shut off the VCR he asked, "Sarah, can you do me a big favor?"
"Probably, what?"
"The doctors told me to take it easy for a little while and not to drive. Can you, the next time your in town, buy the biggest chew toy you can find for me to give to Thor?"
"Sure, I'll do it tomorrow. I have to go see my lawyer. I'm evicting those kids and their parents. By the way, my lawyer suggested you sue them."
"I'll think about it," he answered. Then I carried him home.
At his trailer, I followed him in, “Dave I did your dishes for you. I figured you didn’t need to come home to moldy dishes.”
“Thank you,” he said as walked back to his bedroom. I wondered at what he would say about the changes I made there.
I followed him to the room. When he opened the door, he let a little gasp of surprise. “Dave, I also figured that Power Puff Girls sheets weren’t really you, but that if you hadn’t bought a new bed yet you probably weren’t going to. So I went and got you some ‘Airplane’ sheets. With your job I figured you’d like them better. The Power Puff Girl sheets are still around if you want to use them though.”
“No these are great, that’s a Fokker Dridecker,” he said pointing at one of the planes. Then he proceeded to pick out each plane and name it. I hadn’t even known that they used real planes.
“I’m glad you like them.” He hugged me then. “Do you need any help changing?”
“No, but when you bring the toy for Thor, could you bring me a diaper to wear, I don’t want to have an accident.”
“Absolutely. If you need anything, just give me a call, at anytime. Either I or Judy will probably stop by every so often to check on you. Okay.”
“Thanks, I need to get Judy something too.”
I left his home wondering what he could get Judy.
A couple of days later Dave, wearing a diaper and a t-shirt, sat on a blanket out in his yard. The chew toy was under a fold in the blanket. Bob brought Thor over. Thor had been acting his usual way until he saw Dave, then he settled down and walked slowly towards Dave. He woofed once and crept up to Dave. Dave looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights.
Thor got up to Dave and sniffed him once, then plopped down right next to Dave and looked up to him. I stared at Thor, I had never seen him this way, and he normally doesn't stop moving or barking. I looked over at Bob, and he had an odd look his face. "Bob, what's going on? I've never seen Thor like this."
"I have and this surprises me. I wouldn't have thought Thor to be this perceptive."
Now I stared at Bob, I didn't think he would have known the word `perceptive.' "What are talking about?"
"Just watch, then I'll show you." We stood there watching as Dave clumsily petted Thor, and then hugged him. Dave pulled out the chew toy and gave it to Thor.
Dave and Thor sat for a few more minutes, then Bob said, "Come on, I'll show you. Thor, come here boy!"
Thor carefully got up, licked Dave once more and quietly woofed again. He walked over to Bob and Bob grabbed the chew toy. As we walked around the park Thor was back to bouncy self. Then all of the sudden he stopped and started walking slowly towards one of the yards. I looked over and there was Mrs. Parks with her twins.
Just like had with Dave, Thor woofed once and crept up to the babies, then settled between them. They obviously knew Thor and started climbing all over him. Thor just sat there.
I looked over at Bob, "Thor thinks Dave is a baby?!"
"Apparently. The only time I've seen him act this way is with babies, and now Dave."
"I don't think we should tell Dave."
"Probably not."
"I'll see you later, Bob."
Chapter 12: Dave
I was a bit frightened, Sarah had bought an enormous rawhide bone for me to give to Thor, and I was going to do it today. Sarah had brought over a diaper; I didn’t want to mess up the blanket or my pants. Unfortunately I still didn’t have any pants that would fit over the diaper. Damn, I put on a long t-shirt and went out to sit on the blanket; the present for Thor was under a fold in the blanket. I sat there for a few minutes, when I saw Bob, Sarah, and Thor coming down the street. Thor was bouncing around Bob like he was made of rubber. I couldn’t help myself, even though Thor was still down the street, I started to wet my diaper. I was frozen in fear as I watched the three of them approach.
Something strange happened next, Thor looked right at me. I leaked a bit more into my diaper. Then Thor stopped bouncing around and slowly walked towards me. When he got to the grass he woofed, not like he usually barked all noisy and boisterous, but a more subdued thing. Then he continued on, even slower than he had been. Finally he got right up next to me sniffed me, I think I wet some more, and sat down on the ground right beside me.
I was still scared, but Thor just lay there. I started petting him, I don’t think I did a good job, but Thor didn’t seem to mind. He just lay there, occasionally looking at me. I hugged him and said, “I want to thank you for saving me Thor, those boys might have really hurt me if you hadn’t come by.” I babbled on for a few moments, and then pulled out the chew toy, “This is for you.” I gave Thor the chew toy; he started gnawing on it as I continued petting him.
A few minutes later Bob called Thor and the three of them started walking away. I wondered where they were going, because I seemed to remember that Sarah and Bob were talking while I sat with Thor. I should get up and go inside, I thought, but the sun was nice and warm and I hadn’t been out much since I was attacked. I carefully lay down and rested. A few minutes later I heard a voice call out, “Dave are you okay?”
I sat up slowly, moving fast gave me a bad headache, and looked around. There was a young girl walking over towards me, “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just enjoying being out in the sun.”
She continued over, and looked down at me, “My mom saw you out here and asked me to come over and check to see if you were all right.”
I looked up at her, I had seen her in the park before, but didn’t know she was. “Who is your mom?” “Oh, sorry. My mom is Judy Peterson, I’m Ashley.” She said this with the sort of exuberance only a young girl can have. “She was worried that you might have passed out or something.”
“No, I’m fine. I was out here giving Thor a present, and decided to just rest for a while. But thank your mom for keeping an eye on me. There are times when I think I might need a keeper.”
“I will,” she said and she turned to walk away. She had taken one step, then stopped and turned back. “Dave, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what is it?” I answered as I was getting up.
“Ummm, why are you wearing a wet diaper?”
I blushed, and looked down at it. “Ahhh, it’s because, well... ahhh I’m afraid of Thor. He scares me...”
“But Thor wouldn’t hurt anyone,” she blurted out.
“That’s what everyone says, but I can’t really help it. When I was little, a neighbor used to have his dog chase me. I’ve been afraid of dogs ever since then.”
“That’s silly. Thor isn’t going to hurt you.”
“Two things, first that’s easy for you to say, you’ve never been hurt by a dog before. And second, is there anything you’re afraid of, like storms or the dark? Because I can tell you they aren’t going to hurt you, but that won’t make you not afraid of them.”
“But, that’s not the same.”
“You’re right it’s probably not, because I have been hurt by a dog, and the dark or whatever hasn’t hurt you.” I looked down at the blanket, I really shouldn’t leave it out for Sarah to get, but if I bent down to get it my headache would come back.
Ashley looked over at the blanket, “I’ll get that for you. I have to think about what you said though. ‘Cause I still think it’s silly to be afraid of Thor.”
“Thanks. While you’re thinking about what we talked about, remember that in my mind; I just did one of the bravest things in my life. I sat there and let Thor walk right up to me. Even if I wasn’t in any danger.”
As we walked up to my door, she was still carrying the blanket, “I will, even if it’s weird. Here’s your blanket, and you should probably change that diaper before you get a rash,” she giggled.
“Thanks, and Ashley remember that if anyone tells you they’re not afraid of anything, they’re probably lying.” She waved as she ran home. I looked over and waved to Judy, she was standing on her porch.
I went in and took Ashley’s advice and changed out of the wet diaper, of course I didn’t put on a clean diaper. I did go back to work though.
Sarah showed up a little while later and we chatted for a while. She asked if I had made a decision about suing the parents of those kids. I hadn’t and said so. She suggested talking to her lawyer, to at least get some good advice, and she offered to ask her lawyer to meet us together here. I agreed to talk to the lawyer.
We met with the lawyer that Friday afternoon at Sarah’s. I was working when Sarah called me to come over. I had forgotten about the meeting. I hurried, as much as I could, over and we went into the living room.
I sat on Sarah’s new couch, next to her, and the lawyer sat across from us. As I looked over at the lawyer, I noticed a picture on the wall above her. When I looked at it, I blushed. Sarah had hung one of the portraits of me as Sissy on her wall. I hoped the lawyer didn’t notice.
“Dave, this is my lawyer, Allison Crawford. Allison this is Dave Wilson,” Sarah started the conversation.
Allison stood up and leaned over, “Nice to meet you Dave, and I hope you’re feeling better.”
I shook her hand, “It’s nice to meet you too, and I am feeling better.”
She sat back down, and continued on, “Dave, I think you should sue, those families, but I don’t think you’ll get much. I did a little preliminary checking and they just don’t have much in the way of assets. The case should be straightforward though, since two of the three confessed and turned on the third. And that videotape, well there is no doubt that they attacked you. What I’m going to suggest is that you wait until they’ve moved out of their trailers, they have what another week or so?”
Sarah answered that one, “Yes they had two weeks to vacate the park and a month to move their trailers. I think one of them is already out though.”
Allison continued, “Good, then what I suggest is that once all three have moved out. I will serve papers on them and make them an offer. You won’t sue them if they transfer the titles to their trailers to you. From what it will cost them to move the trailers, plus what they would have to spend on lawyers, I’m sure I can convince them to settle.”
“Dave, if they do settle, I’ll trade you. One of those trailers for the one you’re living in straight up. Then I’ll even help you sell the other two. You’ll own your home and have whatever cash we get from the sale.”
“Minus my fee, of course,” Allison chimed in. I looked at her. She added, “I’m sort of joking, as long as this doesn’t go to court my fee will be small, most of it is covered by what Sarah pays me to be on retainer. But I do have to charge something or they’ll kick me out of the Bar.”
“Okay, but if they don’t settle, we’ll have to talk again,” I said. We continued talking for about an hour, Allison explained what would happen if we went to trial, and what their lawyer could do and ask me. It seemed kind of scary. Then she told me about what had happened in the criminal case, she had watched over it for Sarah.
Epilogue: Sarah
The families did settle, after talking to a different attorney. Dave, well he didn’t get rich, did get a nice chunk of change out of it. Surprisingly, Deputy Wildler bought one of the trailers. Judy still thinks he’s an idiot, but having a Deputy living here cuts down on the trouble.
Dave kept coming over on weekends. Sometimes he was Dave, and we’d watch a ballgame or just talk. Sometimes he was Sissy and we would go see a movie or window shopping in the mall or play games. Sometimes he was Baby Sissy and I would hold him and cuddle like he was my own baby girl. And occasionally I was just a shoulder to cry on.
The only problem was that he was still terrified of Thor and only went out when he had to. Bob and I talked about how to get him over his fear of Thor, but we couldn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t be cruel to Dave.
THE END.
