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Meg's Transformation
« on: June 17, 2011, 05:49:50 pm »

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   Megan Alder breathed a sigh of relief as she stood outside her car and gazed at the familiar sight that was her parents’ house.  She had just completed her first year of college, and while it was a blast, it felt good for her to be home once again.  A gust of wind blew back her light brown hair as she ascended up the walk towards the door.  It was open, meaning someone had to be home.  However, when Megan peered inside to her kitchen, she neither saw nor heard anyone.
   “Helloooo,” she called.  “Anyone there?”
   Not waiting for a reply, she crept inside.  The familiar scent of her mother’s homemade brownies cooling on a plate comforted her.  She was about to help herself to one when the baker arrived.
   “Megan,” her mother Nancy greeted, wrapping her up in a warm embrace.  “We missed you so much.”
   “I missed you too, Mom,” the girl answered.  “Is Dad around?”
   “He’s at work, hun.”
   “Whatabout everyone else?”
   “Stephen and Carrie are still in school.  Jessica is spending some time with her boyfriend.”
   Nancy delivered this last bit of news with a hint of dissatisfaction.  Jessica was her eldest daughter: 26, headstrong, wild and stubborn.  She was also engaged to a man neither Nancy nor her husband much cared for.  They still held out hope she would come to her senses (hence they always called him ‘the boyfriend’ and never ‘the fiancé’), but that hope was fading fast.
   “I have a lot of stuff to bring in,” Megan said, excusing herself from her mother’s company.
   “That can wait,” Nancy assured her.  “Sit down and relax.  I’m sure you have a lot to talk about.”
   Over a brownie and milk, Megan gave her a brief rundown of the semester.  Classes were OK.  Some were interesting, some were downright repellant.  Her grades were decent.  Yes, she met a lot of fascinating people, made some new friends.  No, she wasn’t getting into trouble.  Living with a roommate was actually quite fun.  Yes, she was looking forward to next year.  She declined to tell Nancy that she smoked pot (albeit only once) or that she got a parking ticket (quickly paid off), but what her mother didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
   About an hour later, all of her stuff was inside.  Most of it lay in boxes and bags, but she was in no rush to unpack.  Megan lay on her bed in her room, snuggling against a pillow and relaxing.  So much had happened the past few weeks that it felt good just to be able to do nothing at all.  Eventually, she would go back to working at the pharmacy and she would definitely catch up with her friend, but right now she just felt like taking it easy.
   “Steve!  Quit being such a dork.”
   “You’re the dork, dorkface!”
   Megan sighed.  Her siblings had arrived home from school.  Carrie was 15 and generally considered the black sheep of the family.  She had dark hair to everyone else’s brown or light blonde.  She was thin and bony whereas everyone else had a healthy figure.  She was constantly juggling her identity, going from vegetarian one day to devouring a steak the next.  No matter who or what she was, Megan still loved her.
   At age 11, Stephen was the baby of the family and the only male child.  He horded his little brother position with mischievous glee, sucking in parental attention like an affectionate black hole.  He and Carrie squabbled often.  Megan used to find him an annoyance as well, but being away from him for a few months made her realize she cared about him.  Yes, he was immature, disgusting and manipulative, but what were little brothers for?
   “Not going to say hello?” Megan chastised as they walked past her room towards theirs.
   “Megan’s home!” Steve shouted, rushing up to his sister with his hand out.  She extended her palm to give him a high five, but he quickly withdrew it.  “Too slow!” he taunted, retreating in a fit of giggling.  He hadn’t changed a bit.
   Carrie, on the other hand, looked an entirely different person.  She had gone Goth in Megan’s absence, forsaking bright colors and t-shirts with witty sayings for black lipstick and a studded necklace.  Megan stared at her incredulously.
   “Relax, Meg,” she said cheerfully.  “It’s still me.”
   “I can’t believe Mom and Dad let you get away with this,” she joked.
   “They hate it.  They tell me so practically every day.  But I’m getting good grades and I’m not getting in trouble, so they aren’t going to do anything.”
   “Well…it’s different.  And that’s cool.”
   “How was college?”
   “Good, good.”
   “Anything cool happen?”
   Megan smiled.  She was about to tell Carrie of her many adventures when she heard the sound of her father’s car approaching.  “Daddy’s home,” she remarked.  “I’ll tell you later.”
   Drew Adler was happy to see his second-eldest daughter.  He greeted her with a quick kiss on the forehead and handed her an envelope.
   “I know your birthday was a few days ago,” he said.  “But better late than never.”
   “That’s OK,” Megan remarked.  She had in fact been in the middle of a gruesome Statistics final when she turned 19.  Any present, especially the gift certificate to the mall her parents had gotten her, was more than welcome.
   “From all of us.  We’re also taking you out to dinner tomorrow night.”
   Megan beamed.  “Thanks.”
   Her experiences at college were the main topic of conversation over dinner and Megan felt a bit overwhelmed by all the questions.  She wondered if anyone else encountered this when they went home or whether her family loved her just that much.  It was, she reasoned, probably some degree of both.
   After pulling a few all-nighters during finals week, driving home, unpacking, and being with the family, Megan was dead tired when she climbed into bed.  Her bed, with its many pillows and cozy feel, was a welcome improvement over the bed in her dorm.  Too exhausted to change or shower, she slipped off her jeans and fell asleep in her t-shirt and panties.  It felt good to be home.
   Megan feared that waking up early day after day for classes would condition her so that she would not be able to sleep in.  She dreaded turning into a zombie, staying up til 1 and waking at 7 on virtually no sleep.  As it turned out, she needn’t have worried at all.  It was 10:14 when her head rose from her pillows.
   Megan yawned, stretched and sat up.  Only then did she sense that something was wrong.  She felt cold…and wet.  Looking down and pressing her hand against her panties, her suspicion was confirmed.  She had wet herself in her sleep.  It wasn’t much, and her sheets were still dry, but there was nonetheless a big wet stain in her panties.
   “What the fu….” she exclaimed and then abruptly remembered how tired she was.  Her need for sleep must have superceded her need to urinate.  “Oh.  Hehe.”
   However, when Megan sat on the toilet that morning, she couldn’t produce a drop.  She chalked it up to just another freak occurrence and let it go.
   Her siblings at school and her parents at work, Megan enjoyed a bowl of cereal in just her panties.  The icky wet feeling had subsided and she was in no rush to do anything.  Eventually, she showered and put on a cute tank top and shorts.  The shorts were getting to be a bit too tight for her liking and would have to be replaced.  Fortunately for her, she had a gift certificate with her name on it (literally).
   Before she could ponder her next activity, Megan was called to action by the sounding of a car horn.  She looked out her window to see her Sabrina Stone and Desiree Macedo sitting in a convertible with the top down.  Megan smiled.  She hadn’t seen her friends since spring break and missed hanging out with them.  There was no time to start again like the present.  She slid her feet into a pair of sandals, grabbed her bag and headed on out.
   “Hey slut!” Sabrina greeted.
   “Hey bitch,” Meg called, returning the favor.  She climbed into the backseat and her friends showered her with hugs.  They also each presented her with a gift.  Des had gotten her a new CD and Sabrina a swimsuit.
   “Wow.  Thanks, guys.”
   “Ted is going to love you in that,” Des commented on the swimsuit.
   Megan seemed slightly embarrassed.  Ted had been her boyfriend since high school.  While the fact that they went to different colleges put a strain on their relationship, they nonetheless remained together.  Yet she had not thought of him at all since coming home.
   “Come on,” said Sabrina, gunning the accelerator.  “Let’s show the birthday girl a good time.”
   They went to a sports bar and chatted amicably with some of the men folk.  Next, they took her to get blonde highlights in her hair.  Lastly, they stopped for ice cream and thoroughly embarrassed her by making everyone in the shop sing happy birthday.  It was a blast.
   Not long after they dropped her off at home, Megan was in her room trying on the new bikini.  It was teal with black trim and it was supposed to make her look very sexy.  Megan didn’t think of herself as sexy as all.  Instead, she saw herself as fat and plain; quite unflattering.  Nonetheless, she acknowledged that there were guys that thought differently.  She pictured herself on a beach in front of a group of shirtless, gorgeous men.  Standing in front of the mirror, she began to walk in place, shaking her ample ass and smiling to her invisible suitors.
   All of the sudden, she stopped.  A jolt of disgust overtook her.  What about Ted?  She was being quite unfair to him.  While she had never cheated on him, there were times (such as this one), where he didn’t seem to matter.  She had of course been hit upon by other guys and had sometimes returned the favor.  At a frat party or two, she found strange hands upon her shoulders or waist.  While she never let things get any further then that, she nonetheless thought nothing of it.  Even when Sabrina and Des took her out to the sports bar, she found herself overcome with desire for men other than Ted.  She had to see him again and soon.
   At that moment, the phone rang.  By virtue of an eerie coincidence, the caller was none other than Theodore Dzabra. 
   “Hey,” he said, and Megan found herself taking comfort in his voice.
   “Hey.  I was just thinking about you.”
   “Oh yeah?  Not in a bad way I hope.”
   “The worst,” she joked.  “So what’s up?”
   “Nothing.  Look, sorry I missed your birthday.  I had finals.”
   “Yeah, me too.”
   “Get anything good?”
   “Gift certificate from the parents and Sabrina got me this new bikini.  I’m wearing it now.”
   “Oooh, sexy.”
   “Yeah.”
   He coughed.  “I want to see you.”
   “I want to see you too.  But my parent’s are taking me out tonight.”
   “I meant like now.”
   “Hmm,” Megan pondered.  It wasn’t like Ted to be this impatient.  Then again, she placed herself in his shoes.  If he had been faithful (and there was no reason to believe he hadn’t been), then he hadn’t had sex or any other close encounters with the opposite sex since they hooked up over spring break.  That seemed like an awfully long time to wait, for a guy.  Besides, she reasoned with a wicked grin, maybe he’d want to give me a birthday present.  “OK.”
   They met at a soccer field where Ted had wreaked havoc during his Youth League days.  He went on to become a Varsity midfielder and continued to play (albeit sparingly) in college.  He was also bright (3.7 GPA) and good-looking (tall, strong, dark hair), but it was his demeanor that made Megan feel truly lucky to be with him.  Despite his talents, Ted was modest and unselfish.  He often let Megan, who often shunned or was denied the spotlight, be the center of attention and she loved him for it.
   “I got you something,” he said, kissing her as their arms engulfed each others’ bodies.
   “Oh yeah?” she asked coyly, returning his kiss with hers.  “What’s that?”
   He grinned and presented her with a bracelet.
   “Aww….it’s so nice.”
   Just as Ted had been an afterthought mere hours ago, he was now the only thought.  She chided herself for thinking her interests lay elsewhere.  Here was this great, attractive, wonderfully caring guy.  Why would she want anyone else?
   “Listen,” he said, breaking off their embrace.  “We’ve got to talk.”
   Megan didn’t like the sound of those words.  “About what?”
   “About this,” he replied, gesturing the two of them with his hands.  “Remember back in March when I said I didn’t know if this was gonna work?”
   “But it is working!” Megan protested, feeling hesitation grow in her voice.  “We’re here right now.”
   “Meg, I cheated on you,” he confessed.  “It was with some random girl and it meant nothing and I felt like shit afterwards, but….”
   “Then why did you do it?” she hissed.
   “Because I couldn’t help it, OK,” he answered.  “We hadn’t seen each other for months and even then it was only for a day or two at a time.”
   “You bastard,” she said.  “I never cheated on you.”
   “Oh come on.  Like you never had your eyes on other guys.”
   “I did,” she admitted.  “But I never cheated!”
   “And I’m sorry.  I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”
   “Then why did you have to tell me that?!” she pouted, her eyes tearing, her hands rolled up into fists.
   “Because it’s not right for me to lie to you about it.”
   She took a deep breath and sighed.  “You’re right.”
   “And because it might happen again.”
   “What?!?!  Ted, I don’t understand….”
   “Right now, you’re the most important thing in the world to me.  But it might be two months into the semester; we might be too busy to visit each other and all of the sudden I’ll just forget.  Or maybe you’ll forget.”
   “Ted, don’t do this.”
   “I have to, meg.  This isn’t working.”
   “Fine,” she hissed, handing him the bracelet back.  “I don’t want it.”
   “No, you keep that.”
   “I said I don’t want it!”
   “I still love you.”
   “Bastard,” she repeated, crying once more.
   What was supposed to be a celebratory dinner that night was a staid affair.  Megan was still shaken with grief.  She barely ate and talked even less.  Her family tried to show their support, but she remained cold and distant.  After trying and failing to comfort and reassure her, they allowed Steve to become the center of attention once more.
   Megan was feeling no better that night, but the grief had changed.  She no longer felt anger and indignation towards Ted, but instead a slow, biting emptiness.  It was as if some cruel force had sucked her soul out through a straw.  She supposed she still loved Ted (otherwise, why would it hurt so much?), but what bothered her most was the adjustment.  She had come home from college expecting things to pick up where they left off.  Instead, she found herself starting all over.
   Sabrina tried to appease her over the phone.
   “I always knew he was a prick.”
   “He was a great guy.”
   “In high school, maybe.”
   “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
   “Come on out with us.  You need to do something to get him off your mind.  Sitting around and moping is no good for you.”
   “Thanks, but I don’t think so.  I’m tired.  I think I’m just gonna sleep.”
   “OK, Meg.  Feel better, hun.”
   Megan again found solace in the comfort of her bed and was able to drift off into a painless sleep.  In her dreams, she and Ted were still together.  In her dreams, Carrie was happily adjusted and her mom and Jess got along.  In her dreams, nothing had changed.
   When Meg awoke the next morning, it was a quarter to ten.  She felt better: relaxed, refreshed and ready to take on the world once more.  Unfortunately, her bed was a different story entirely.  Her panties were saturated and cleaved to her skin uncomfortably.  Pushing her drenched sheets off was like fighting a tidal wave.  Mouth agape, Megan screamed in surprise.
   “Megan?” Nancy called.  She had the morning off.  “Is everything all right?”
A“Yes, mom,” she answered convincingly.  She climbed out of bed and marched disgustedly to the shower.
B“No,” she said in a tiny voice, weeping as her mother approached her room.


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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #1 on: June 17, 2011, 05:55:58 pm »

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  “No,” she said in a tiny voice, weeping as her mother approached her room.  She felt horrible, both about what happened and the way she was reacting.  Big girls shouldn’t cry.  Then again, big girls shouldn’t wet their beds either.  Still, it was nothing more than an accident.  But it had happened the night before.  Conflicted, she crossed her arms and attempted to pull herself together.
   Megan barely had time to react as Nancy approached.  She felt ashamed, but hoped talking with her mother could help.
   “Honey, are you…” Nancy began, ducking her head into the room.  Her lips formed a perfect O of surprise.  “What happened here?”
   “I wet my bed, Mom.”
   “Oh.  I see,” she replied, quite flustered.  When she heard Megan’s scream, she thought the worst: her daughter had hurt herself somehow and was in pain.  She then rationalized and came up with the explanation that she had just awoken from a ad dream or a bee had gotten into the room.  In none of her permutations was a bedwetting episode even considered.  “Well…”
   “It happened the night before too,” Megan continued.  “Only it was just a little then and I didn’t think anything was wrong.  But now…” She began to get herself all worked up again.
   “Shhh…. calm down,” Nancy urged.  She had been used to treating Megan as an adult (or a near-adult) and adjusted herself to the idea that she might soon “lose” her just as she lost Jessica (albeit hopefully to a better end).  That she would have to take a more nurturing role never crossed her mind.  However, instincts kicked in and she soon regained her old touch.  “There’s no need to get worked up.  It’s probably just a phase.  Remember when you were Steve’s age….”
   “This isn’t just a phase!” Megan snapped.  “I’m nineteen fucking….”  She saw the stern look on her mother’s face, took a deep breath, and proceeded more calmly.  “This isn’t a phase.  Ugh…. I just want to know what’s wrong with me.”
   “Probably nothing.  Maybe you are just under a lot of stress.  However, I think it would be a good idea if you went to the doctor.  Don’t you?”
   Megan nodded and finally climbed out of bed.  Together, they stripped off the sheets and assessed the damage to the mattress.  Fortunately for Megan, her egg crate pad had absorbed the brunt of the damage.  It would have to be replaced, but it was better that then the mattress.
   “Thanks, Mom,” she said as they lugged the bedding down to the laundry room.
   “Don’t worry.  I won’t tell anyone about this.”
   Megan smiled and blew her a kiss.  Her mother’s support left her feeling a little less rotten about what happened and she found herself able to move on.  With a mixture of disgust and regret, she peeled off her thoroughly drenched panties and discarded them.  She then hopped in the shower and rinsed for a very long time.
   “Good news,” Nancy said after she had dressed.  “Dr. Hardy’s 2:00 cancelled and he can see you today.”
   “Great,” Megan answered, but she was hesitant.  What if they did find something wrong?
   At twenty after two, Megan found herself sitting in just her underwear on an examination table waiting for the doctor to arrive.  It was a warm spring day, but inside the sterilized, air-cooled room with no clothes on, she found herself shivering badly.  At least part of the reason for her shivering was fear.  She would have preferred a female physician, but Doc Hardy dealt with the entire family and had known her for years.  She supposed she trusted him and knew, at least, that he would treat her with courtesy and respect as opposed to looking at her as just more money in the bank.
   Hardy finally arrived and apologized for the wait.  He talked to Megan as he gave her a physical, asked her how school was, made her feel relaxed.  It was almost more like an interview than an examination.
   “Your mother told me you had a little incident this morning,” he said delicately, after going through all the items on his list.
   “I…um…wet the bed,” she quietly replied.
   “Well…that’s probably nothing to worry about,” he told her, echoing her mother’s words.  “Have you had this condition previously?”
   “No.  Not since I was little.”
   “Does bedwetting run in your family?”
   Megan shrugged.
   “Hmm…I’ll have to ask your mother about that.  Have there been any recent changes in your routine?  Your diet?”
   “Well…I just got back from college,” she explained.  “But I don’t get it.  I’ve been sleeping more and doing less.”
   “My daughter is the same way.  It could just be the adjustment to living at home again.”
   “Maybe.”
   “Is there something else?”
   “I…well…something happened and I’m feeling pretty bad about it.”
   “I see.”
   “So is there anything wrong with me?”
   “Physically, no.  You do seem a little on the fatigued side…”
   “But I’ve been sleeping more!” she protested.
   “I know.  But it hasn’t been an easy sleep.”
   “That’s funny.  I don’t remember any nightmares or anything.”
   “I could write you a scrip for something.  But it would keep you up, possibly even cause you to lose even more sleep.”
   “I don’t care.  I just want this to go away.”
   Hardy sucked his teeth and stroked his chin.  Something was up with this girl, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  “Tell you what,” he said.  ”I’ll write you the scrip and we’ll see if it helps.  In the meantime, try to take it easy.  Do you have anyone you can talk to?  Family?  Friends?  A counselor perhaps.”
   “I don’t need a shrink,” she snapped.  “Sorry…I’m just a bit bothered by all this.  But yeah, I have people to talk to.”
   “That’s great.  You might also want to think about protection, for the bed…or yourself.”
   Megan looked at him strangely.  For herself?  What in the hell did that mean?  When she had a brief bout with bedwetting at a younger age, her parents had given her GoodNites to wear.  They weren’t so bad and the whole episode lasted only a few weeks.  But now she was too big for GoodNites and this looked as if it could last longer.  Did that mean she would have to wear diapers?  She shuddered to think.
   “Like I said,” he concluded.  “Probably nothing.  But we’ll wait and see.”
   The bedwetting incident was still on her mind when she arrived at Bledsoe’s Pharmacy.  She started working there her junior year of high school and saw no reason to quit.  Some of the customers were annoying, but her coworkers were a delight.  They even promised to hold her position for her while she was away at school.
   Megan had been in the store all of two seconds when familiar eyes fell upon her.
   “Hiya Meg,” greeted Josh, the tall and lanky twenty-two year old assistant manager.  “I see you’ve rejoined us.”
   “Yup yup…. I’m back.  Is Vern around?  I should probably go tell him.”
   “In the back,” Josh directed.
   Vern was the manager.  Fifty and stout, he was a bit of a curmudgeon at times but treated everyone fairly.  There were several instances last summer where Megan thought the vein in his forehead would explode after he got off the phone from “those cocksuckers from Regional who have no damn consideration for what we’re doing up here.”
   Megan found Vern going through a stack of invoices in the office.  He seemed neither surprised nor relieved to see her.
   “Back again, are ya?” he asked with a half-grunt.  “Well, good.  We need someone who knows what they’re doing around here.”
   “I can work tonight if you need me,” she volunteered.  It was best to get on Vern’s good side quickly and stay there.
  He shook his head.  “Might as well start tomorrow.”
  Megan forced a smile, but he had already gone back to his invoices.  With nothing to do, she considered leaving, but quickly remembered Doc Hardy’s advice and the prescription in her pocket.  She was a little hesitant to have it filled at the place where she worked, but then again she was not about to let this thing get the better of her.  Besides, many of the pharmacists only put pills in a bottle and wouldn’t even know what her scrip was for.
  “Hey Raul,” she greeted the pharmacist on duty as she approached the counter.
  “I thought you left,” he replied, searching fastidiously for a misplaced envelope.
  “Well…I’m back.  And I need this filled.”
  “Sure.  Just a second.”
  He continued his rummaging and eventually found what he was looking for.
  “There.  Now Mr. Walters’ heart won’t stop and Vern can’t fire me like he’s been threatening.  Ha!”
  Megan smirked.
  “So whatcha need?”
  She carefully handed the prescription.
  “You look fine to me,” he remarked.
  “Allergies,” she lied.  “They come and go.”
  He nodded and took the prescription to the back to be filled.  Meanwhile, as discretely as possible, Megan began searching the incontinence products.  She was looking for a mattress pad, but so far all she found were assorted varieties of adult diapers.
  “Whatcha looking for?” Josh asked.
  She didn’t hear him approach and his sudden presence nearly scared her into wetting herself once more.
  “I...umm..” she mumbled.  “Isn’t this where Cosmetics used to be?”
  “One aisle over,” he directed.
  “Silly me.  You must have moved it while I was gone.”
  “Actually, no.”
  “Well then I guess I’ve just been away too long.”
  Megan marched up to the pharmacy counter and fetched her medicine.  She bid everyone goodbye and assured them she’d see them all bright and early tomorrow.
  “How are things at the pharmacy?” Drew asked over dinner.
  “Pretty much the same,” Megan answered.  “I go in tomorrow.”
  “I heard you had a visit with Dr. Hardy.  What about?”
  Megan blushed.
  “A woman’s problem, dear,” Nancy interjected.
  Drew nodded and said no more.
  “Does Megan have PMS?” Stephen asked.  “Billy said his sister had it and then she acts like a real bitch.”
  “Stephen!” Nancy scolded.
  Both Megan and Carrie chuckled.
  That night, shortly before hitting the sack, Megan was sure to take her medication.  She ingested the pills as directed and prayed her bed would be dry by morning.
  Megan did in fact awake in a dry bed, but it was not without its price.  The medication kept her up and running to the bathroom practically all night.  She always felt like she had to pee, even when all she could produce was two drops.  It was horrible and she was exhausted.
  “Is what we talked about any different?” Nancy asked as Megan shuffled into the kitchen.  She needed coffee and fast.
  “I didn’t wet again, if that’s what you mean.”
  “Then why the down face?”
  “The medication kept me up all night.  I feel like….I feel bad, OK?”
  “Are you sure you are going to be able to work?”
  She let a loud yawn escape her.  “I’ll be fine, Mom.”
  Josh reiterated the comment that she looked tired as she took her place behind the register.  The day was a nightmare.  She felt weak and sluggish the whole time.  Additionally, she found herself having to use the bathroom more than usual.  Vern got on her case and warned her to shape up fast…or else.
  “Megan?” Josh asked as their shift neared an end.  “What is it?  You can tell me.”
  “Nothing,” she grumbled.  “Just stress stuff…. and I haven’t been sleeping too well.”
  “Maybe you should take a day or two off.”
  “I can’t.  Vern will fire me.”
  “Oh no he won’t,” Josh chuckled.  “He knows that there’s no one better who can work the hours you do.  Besides, if he tried I wouldn’t let him.”
  “Thanks,” she said.
  Just then, Vern emerged from his office.  As usual, he was fuming mad.  “Lousy no good punk kids!  I just got finished reviewing the security tapes.  These goddamn kids came in and wrecked everything.  They tore open packages, knocked over inventory, and screwed the whole place up.  Aisle Six is a mess.  How come none of you noticed this?”
  “That’s what the tapes are for, Vern,” Josh replied.  “Did you get a look at their faces at least?”
  “No,” he snarled.  “They all had their backs to the camera.  One of them was wearing a hat, maybe blue or black.  Arrrrrg…when I catch them…”
  Megan forced herself not to laugh at her boss’s hysterics.
  “Make sure you clean up aisle six before you sign out,” he said to her.  Apparently, her sluggish performance throughout the day was quickly forgotten, easily replaced by an even bigger annoyance.
  Aisle Six, Megan realized with some degree of awe, was where the incontinence products were kept.  There were boxes and packages askew and the floor was littered.  An entire 20 ct package of disposable undergarments was ripped wide open and rendered unsellable.    Megan sighed as she took it to the stockroom.  Vern would tell her to tape it up and mark down the price, but it’d never sell.  People would have to be stupid to buy anything with a broken package.
  She yawned again.  She was so damn tired.  The stupid medication would likely keep her up again all night.  She’d almost rather have the wet bed than have to deal with that again.
  As she reached for the packing tape, Megan got an idea.  She looked at the package, and paused.  Doc Hardy had mentioned protection, but this?  No way.  Then again, she couldn’t risk another day on the medication and these were going to get thrown out anyway.  She reasoned that it was worth a try.  Megan took two of the diapers and stuffed them into her bag.  She then set the package aside so it would be there if she needed it.
  “Hope you feel better,” Josh said to her on the way out.
  “I hope so too.”
  Megan spent some time talking with her friends over the phone.  They were urging her to move on, forget about Ted.  Part of her knew they were right, but she just wasn’t ready.  They had been together for nearly three years and she simply couldn’t latch onto a new guy right away.  To make matters worse, she had refused Ted’s offers of friendship after their relationship dissolved, leaving her with nothing.  The thought that the bracelet he had gotten for her was now adorning some other girl’s wrist made her wretch and tear all at once.
  That night, shortly before she went to sleep, Megan remembered the diapers in her purse.  She had forgotten all about them and was about to forgo the whole thing and merely hope for the best in the days that followed.  However, she knew that was too much to ask.
Before she could put one of the diapers on, Carrie came a’knocking.  She was able to wear a t-shirt and panties to bed and wake up dry.  No diapers, no medication, no anything but pleasant dreams.  Megan envied her that.
  “Hey,” Megan greeted.
  “Are you OK, Meg?  You’ve been acting really weird the past few days.”
  “I’m fine,” she answered almost instinctively. “Just stressed.  You know, work.  Worrying about my grades…”
  “Ted.”
  “Ted,” she echoed, and then paused.  “How did you find out about that?”
  “I heard some rumors floating around school,” Carrie informed her.  “Plus the walls are kinda thin.”
  “It’s OK,” Megan assured her.  “I’m OK with it.”
  “It’s not OK,” Carrie answered.  “Him dumping you like that.  But you’re probably better off”
  Megan burst out into uproarious laughter.
  “What’s so funny?” Carrie asked.
  “My little sister is giving me dating advice.”
  Carrie rolled her eyes.  “Just trying to help.”
  “Thanks.  I appreciate it.  But seriously…I’m fine.”
  “OK.  Just thought I’d ask.”
  “Goodnight.”
  Megan continued to chuckle at her sister’s attempts at supportiveness and sighed.  All jokes aside, Carrie was probably right.  She felt slightly guilty about not being able to tell her about her problem.  After all, when Carrie got in trouble, it was often Megan whom she turned to first.  Nonetheless, she was hesitant to repay the favor.  She supposed her own desire for independence was making her stubborn and headstrong, just like Jess.
  She was not, however, too stubborn to do what needed to be done.  Megan removed the brief (she found it easier to think of them as briefs and not diapers) from her bag and unfolded it.  An alien garment nothing like her siblings’ diapers that she had so often changed, it had four tapes as opposed to the conventional two.  It was also almost entirely white, save for a blue stripe that ran down the center.  The wetness indicator, Megan thought with sour veracity.  She continued to explore the brief as if it were a newly discovered species.  The inside was remarkably soft, the outside hard and plasticky.  She wondered how it would feel on her skin.  The brief carried with it a light scent of powder.  Megan took comfort in knowing that if it did its job, at least she would not reek.
  Lying on her back, she wiggled out of her panties and set them aside.  Her mother had replaced her egg crate pad, for which she was thankful, but she still did not feel at ease.  Drawing in a deep breath, she slid the diaper under her.  It was much less obtrusive than she expected and actually felt quite inviting.  Holding the front of the diaper in place with one hand, she reached for the tapes with the other.  She taped up one side first and then the other.  Before she knew it, she had successfully diapered herself.
  Getting to sleep with the diaper on proved to be a challenge, as Meg was unaccustomed to having her legs forced apart and her butt supported by that much thickness.  Eventually, after much tossing and turning, she flopped onto her belly and fell asleep.
  Rising the next morning, Megan looked at her alarm clock and did a double take.  It was only 8 but it felt like at least 10.  She supposed she had slept well and smiled.  All that remained was to see was if the diaper did its job.  Megan rolled around her bed, expecting to come in contact with a wet spot, but there were none.  She glanced down at the crotch of her diaper and noted that the blue line had vanished.  Curiously, she patted the front of the undergarment.  It was soft and pliable, nearly squishy.  As a last resort, she peeked inside. 
  The inside of the brief was badly soaked and yellowed.  Megan did not know how to feel.  On the one hand, she did not like the fact that she had slept with her own urine trapped so close to her body.  On the other hand, she had slept and her bed had been spared.  Mission accomplished, she thought triumphantly.
  With her mother’s footsteps quickly approaching, Megan ducked back under the covers.
  “Megan?” Nancy asked.  “Any better this morning?”
  “Much,” the girl answered.
  “I see your bed is dry.  I guess the medication did its job.”
A“Yup,” she fibbed and hoped her mom would leave it at that.
B“Actually,” she corrected, slowly peeling back the covers.

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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #2 on: June 17, 2011, 05:58:27 pm »

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  “Actually,” she corrected, slowly peeling back the covers. 
  “Oh my,” Nancy gasped.  She had proudly referred to Megan as the least troublesome of her children.  While Carrie associated with unsavory new friends, Stephen had his share of trouble in school and Jessica practically disowned her, Megan was in college and doing quite well.  Her recent bout of bedwetting was a bit surprising, but to see her nineteen-year-old daughter in diapers was an absolute shock.  She tried not to let her astonishment show.  Megan needed her now.  She had to remain supportive.  “Well…that’s one way of handling it…I suppose.”
  Megan could see clearly that her mother was not OK with it.  She lay back in bed, threw the sheets over her and pressed a pillow against her head.
   “Megan…” Nancy said gently.
   “What was I supposed to do?” she asked defensively.  “I couldn’t go another day on the medication.  I just couldn’t.  And Dr. Hardy mentioned something about protection…”
  “Megan, I’m not mad at you.  If this is how you choose to handle it, fine.  I trust your decision.”
  Megan sat up slowly and breathed a sigh of relief.  “Thanks, Mom,” she said, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
  “However, I do think it would be a good idea if you at least mentioned this to your father.”
  “Why?”
  “Because he has as much of a right to know what’s going on as I do.”
  “Fine.  Just don’t tell anyone else.”
  Nancy made the gesture of sealing her lips and Megan nodded in approval.  With renewed confidence, she climbed out of bed, showered and dressed for work.  She was sure to bury the used diaper at the bottom of the garbage and spray the whole thing with an ample amount of Lysol.  Having slept so well the night before, she didn’t even need coffee.
  Bledsoe’s Pharmacy was sparsely populated when Megan showed up for her shift.  A young man in a suit eyed a watch in a display case with more than passing interest.  An old lady was carefully combing through cartons of milk in the dairy case in search of the latest expiration date.  An untidy queue formed behind the prescription counter and a frenzied Raul rushed to and fro to fill bottles and take orders.  At 10 in the morning, business was hardly at its peak.
  Josh was assisting a clerk named Natalie at the register when Megan entered.  His face registered a mixture of concern and surprise.
  “Wow,” he exclaimed.  “You look a hell of a lot better.”
  Megan shrugged it off.  “Must have been a 24 hour thing.”
  “Vern wants to see you in the stockroom.”
  She swallowed hard.  Had he found the package of diapers and gotten suspicious?  No way.  It was impossible.  And yet again…  “What for?” she asked.
  “Go see for yourself.”
  The burly manager was standing over several large cardboard boxes with an inventory sheet in his hand.  Megan breathed a sigh of relief.  He hadn’t found out after all.
  “These just came in today,” he informed her.  “Price em, count em, if there’s any room, put them out.  You know the drill.”
  “Sure,” she said.  “No problem.”
  “You can take the register after lunch…. IF all this is finished.  I sure as hell hope its something we can sell otherwise those bastards at corporate are getting an earful!”
  Megan nodded.  It was a familiar rant.
  “By the way,” he said on his way out.  “Don’t think I forgot about yesterday.”
  “I’m better now.”
  “Good.”
  Megan opened, emptied and sorted the contents of all the boxes.  It wasn’t the most exciting work in the world, but it kept her occupied.  Occasionally, one of her coworkers would drop by the stockroom and they’d chat for a while.  They asked her how she was doing, how she liked college, etc.  They never asked about Ted, for which Megan was profoundly grateful.  Forgetting him wasn’t easy, but it would happen in time just as long as nothing came up to remind her.
  Unfortunately, her lunch break was punctuated with reminder after reminder.  She went to a nearby fast food place to grab a salad and witnessed a young couple making out.  Not only did they have their hands all over each other, but they talked and laugh as well.  It made Megan feel both disgusted and jealous.  She wanted to approach the girl and tell her to enjoy it while it lasted.  To make matters worse, the guy behind the counter was one of Ted’s friends.  He couldn’t even look her in the eye.
  There were customers waiting when Megan returned to work and she was in a rather foul mood.  A woman chastised her for not double bagging.  A man corrected her when she attempted to hand him the wrong brand of cigarettes.  With each mistake she made, she felt closer to losing her mind.
   “Meg,” Josh whispered, discretely tapping her on the shoulder after most of the customers had dispersed.  She knew she was about to be yelled at, possible even fired.  Josh was patient and congenial, but the fact remained that she had been screwing up.
   “What,” she snapped.
   “Take it easy, OK,” he suggested.  “You need to slow down, keep your eyes on what you’re doing.”
   “Yeah.  I know.  Sorry.”
   “You have definitely been acting strange lately,” he commented.
   She sucked in her breath.  “My boyfriend dumped me, OK?  And I know I shouldn’t be this upset about it, but I am.”
   “Would this be the ubiquitous Ted?” Josh asked with a hint of disdain.
   Megan nodded.  “Can we not talk about this now?”
   She buckled down and managed to make it through the rest of the day free of disaster.  It was tough keeping her mind focused at all times, especially with Ted and her bedwetting looming like harbingers of a most unsavory future.  Raul, whose cousin was dating Des, knew about the breakup and hadn’t said two words about it.  It seemed like everyone was able to get over it…except for her.  Megan knew that at least part of her didn’t want to.
   It was this latter intuition that led her to accept Josh’s invitation to a cup of coffee after they got off work.  They talked, mostly about her problems with Ted, but also about work and Josh’s crazy uncle and anything else that came to mind.  Megan came close to telling him about the bedwetting, but balked at the last minute.  Overall, talking helped and she was able to go home without that sinking feeling.
   Entering her house was like stepping into a den of scorpions during mating season.  Her parents had forbidden Carrie to go to the movies because they didn’t trust her friends.
   “There is nothing wrong with them,” she protested.  “Besides, I’m old enough….”
   “You’re 15!” Drew thundered.  “And that’s the end of it.”
   “You let Megan go when she was my age.  You let Jess go.”
   Nancy frowned at the mention of her ‘unfaithful’ daughter.  “That’s quite enough,” she reprimanded.  “Unless you’d like to be grounded as well.”
   Carrie reluctantly dropped the contention and retreated to her room, mumbling something about how unfair they were both being.
   “Hello Megan,” Drew greeted.  “Better day today?”
   She nodded.  “What was that all about?”
   “Don’t ask.”
   “Also,” Nancy interjected.  “Stay away from your brother.”
   “Why?  What’d Steve do?”
   “Let’s just say the Gunderson’s cat is very lucky.”
   “Oh,” Megan replied and then shuddered.
   Dinner that night was a quiet, tense affair.  Children and parents eyed each other distrustfully and Megan felt like a rag doll caught in the middle being pulled on by both sides.  She managed to lighten the mood by rehashing some of the stories Josh told her about his uncle, but otherwise no one was feeling very amiable.
   Carrie again tried to broach the topic of the movies, but was quickly rebuffed.
   “It’s not like I’m dating any of these guys,” she said.  “We’re friends.  We’ll be going as a group.”
   “What kind of a boy wears black lipstick?” Nancy remarked.  “I don’t like it one bit.”
   “Now if they were a bit more like Ted,” Drew began.
   Megan’s face wrenched and tears nearly came to her eyes.  Her father had always liked Ted and probably still did.  Why couldn’t the world let her forget about him?
   “What?” Drew asked, his brow furrowed in worrisome embarrassment.  “What did I say?”
   Carrie rolled her eyes and Nancy whispered something into his ear.
   “Oh…”
   After a nearly chaotic dinner and a day that was stressful at best, Megan wanted nothing more than to go out.  Unfortunately, Des with was her boyfriend and Sabrina was working the late shift.  She nearly panicked and called Ted, hoping they’d be able to do something ‘as friends,’ but hung up at the last minute.
   “Come on,” she said to her sister.  “I’ll take you to the movies myself.”
   “Thanks, but that’s OK,” Carrie replied.
   “What’s this?” Megan joked.  “Do I embarrass you or something?  Sheesh…. I’m supposed to be the embarrassed one.”
   Carrie giggled.  “No, it’s not that.”
   “OK, gotcha.”
   Bored and restless, Megan went to tell her parents that she was going out.  As she crept down the stairs, she could overhear them talking.
   “Well, what else is new?” Drew remarked.
   “This is about Megan,” Nancy said.
   “Megan?  What, was this that ‘women’s problem’ you wouldn’t tell me about the other day?”
   Megan froze.  She was anxious to hear what they said about her.
   “Well, sort of…”
   “Christ, she’s not pregnant, is she?”
   “God no!”
   “Well, Nancy, what….”
   “She’s been wetting the bed,” her mother said discretely.
   “Wetting the bed?  Didn’t we take care of this when she was younger?”
   “I thought so too, but now it’s back.  I took her to Tom Hardy and he can’t find anything wrong with her.  He thought it might be stress-related.”
   “Stress?  What does she have to be stressed about?”
   “Her boyfriend did recently break up with her.”
   “I suppose that could be pretty rough on her.  What else did Hardy say?”
   “He wrote her a prescription for something.  But it made her very tired.”
   “So that’s why she was walking around like a zombie?  Whew….for a minute there, I thought it might be dope.”
   “No, dear.”
   “She seemed fine this morning though.”
   “That’s because she didn’t take the medication last night.  She….tired something else.”
   “Like what?”
   Nancy whispered something into his ear.
   “Diapers?!” he exclaimed.  “My 19 year old daughter is in diapers?”
   “Not so loud!” she chastised.
   “This is a bit much to handle, Nanc.”
   “I’m sure it’s only temporary.”
   “I sure hope so.”
   “Drew, we have to support her on this.”
   “Of course,” he affirmed.  “We’re family.”
   Disgusted with herself, Megan ran back to her room.  Though he meant well, her father made it sound like she had some kind of fatal disease.  And while she knew her parents would be there for her, she was also acutely aware of how her bedwetting made them feel.
   “Why can’t this just go away?” she asked no one in particular.
   She no longer felt like going out.  In fact, she wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and disappear for about 10 hours.    Begrudgingly, she opened her bag and removed her last diaper.  Disgust poured through her as she examined the undergarment.  Why did she ever think that this was OK?  She then glanced over at the bottle of pills and quickly remembered.  Well, there was no way she was going back on the medication.  But did she really want to wear a diaper again?  It was quite possible that the mysterious ‘illness’ had run its course.  It was also possible that she could wake up in a river of her own pee.  Megan groaned.
AShe put the diaper back in the bag and hoped for the best.  It was time to take back control of her life.
BShe unfolded the diaper and lay back.  Even though this was a tough time and she felt conflicted, she knew better than to let pride get in the way of her judgment.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #3 on: June 17, 2011, 05:59:57 pm »

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   She unfolded the diaper and lay back.  Even though this was a tough time and she felt conflicted, she knew better than to let pride get in the way of her judgment.  Soon, the diaper was taped securely on her.  She lay awake in bed for close to an hour pondering the complexities of her newly tumultuous life before succumbing to sleep once more.
   Megan had the day off from work and slept in late.  It was a Friday and she hoped to bring closure to what had been a rough week.  A disappointed groan escaped her when she discovered her diaper to be wet.  The problem had not gone away as she had hoped.  However, she though with a hint of relief, at least she was prepared for it.
   As she shuffled across her room, Megan became increasingly aware of the loud crinkling noises her diaper made.  She knew it was only a matter of time before Carrie and Stephen found out and she made up her mind to tell them later.  Pausing in front of the mirror, Megan curiously examined herself.  The diaper might have been white, but unlike GoodNites, there was no mistaking in for underwear.  It was bulky and obvious…. and yet strangely alluring.
   “I look like a dork,” Megan remarked.  “But cute.  A cute dork.”
   After showering and dressing for the day, Megan departed for the vast cornucopia of commercialism that was the mall.  She still had her gift certificate and a little shopping was bound to put her in a better frame of mind.  Besides, after the denim cutoffs she had on now, she hadn’t any more shorts she felt comfortable wearing.
   Unburdened, Megan took her time browsing and trying things on before she got down to any serious shopping.  She visited the sunglasses hut, the gourmet foods store and a plethora of other places with plenty of cool things to look at that were overpriced and served little practical purpose.  Lastly, she stopped by Victoria’s Secret.  She knew that if she were to be looking for dates again (which she soon would be), she needed to be able to get a guy’s attention.  And while she could be perfectly charming and sweet, the fact remained that nothing beat a peek at a very sexy pair of panties.
   As she browsed, Megan’s cell phone began to ring.  She quickly picked up without bothering to look at the number.
   “Hello?”
   “Hey.  It’s Kylie.”
   “Hey!”  Megan was overjoyed to hear from her college roommate.  If there was anyone who could bring a balanced perspective to her recent crises, it was outgoing, open-minded, big-hearted Kylie Simmons.  “What’s up girl?”
   “Not too much.  I’m at home, which sucks, but I’ll find a way to keep myself busy sooner or later.  How about you?  How’s your summer been?”
   “Good,” Megan said after a moment’s hesitation.  It really had been anything but, but ‘good’ was the first word that came to mind.  “I guess,” she added as an afterthought.
   “Meg…”
   “Well, OK, not good.  But it’s kind of a long story.”
   “Well, tell me later.”
   “Will do.”
   “So anyway…I’m dying without you, babe.  You’ve got to come and rescue me from this boredom.”
   Megan chuckled.  “You’re bored?  You live on a lake.  I work in a freakin pharmacy.”
   “Trust me, the lake isn’t nearly as cool as you think.”
   “Well don’t you worry.  I’ll be down to see you soon enough.”
   “Cool.”
   “Take care, Ky.”
   “You too, Meg.”
   Megan put the phone down and resumed browsing.  It was good to hear from Kylie once again.  Even though their conversation was brief, it gave Megan something to think about.  She had been doing a lot of complaining lately…over what?  Kylie lived practically in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do and still managed to remain at least somewhat upbeat.  If Kylie could do that, why couldn’t she?
   “Megan!” a voice exclaimed and she felt her heart leap into her throat.  Looking around, she couldn’t find the person who had called her.  She was confused until she saw a group of girls about three feet ahead of her.
   The Megan that was being addressed was Meghan Cole.  An exceedingly beautiful, exceedingly popular and, on occasion, exceedingly stuck up girl, Megan could not stand her all throughout high school.  Meghan Cole seemed to her like the fabled Girl Who Had it All: straight blonde locks, practically a size zero waist, loved and adored by almost everyone.  Though she was never outright mean to her, Cole nonetheless made Megan feel inadequate.  She came to think of herself as the ‘other’ Megan and seemed woefully average in comparison.  And while college had allowed her to grow and thrive as her own person, merely seeing Cole and her lackeys once more brought back those feelings of inadequacy almost instantly.
   Megan pretended notice to notice them as she continued shopping.  She suddenly didn’t like the thong she held in her hand very much: it seemed like it would look so much better on Cole.  What was she even doing here anyway?  It wasn’t like getting a new pair of panties could make her forget all her troubles.
   “Hey Megan!” one of the girls called in an aggravating lilt.  This time, they were talking to her.
   “Oh.  Hey,” Megan called back, feigning disinterest.  She had a sinking suspicion they were gossiping about her.  In fact, she could almost see one of them mouth the word ‘Ted’ as she whispered it to Meghan.  Suddenly, she got the revolting image of her and Ted together.  It wouldn’t happen, of course (even a great guy like Ted was probably below her standards), but it was horrifying just the same.
   “I’m sorry to hear about you and Ted,” Cole said with a hint of condescension.
   “That’s OK,” she replied, choking down her own indignation.
   “Well…better luck next time.”
   The girls around her began to giggle and Megan had had enough.  That was it!  She threw down everything she had in her hands and walked angrily away.  Huffing, she would not give them the pleasure of seeing her this upset.  It seemed like way too much grief for her to be having over a two-minute encounter, but some things never change.
   Megan became aware that someone was following her as she put distance between herself and Victoria’s Secret.  When at last she sat down on a bench, her pursuer caught up with her.  He had red hair and wore a Baskin Robbins uniform.  His nametag identified him as TONY.
   “What?!” she snapped, not very much caring that she was being quite rude.  In fact, she had been behaving rudely a lot lately.  It seemed every time someone even as much as mentioned Ted, she adopted this hyper-defensive air about her.  She knew she needed to cut it out, but it was easier said than done.
   “You, um, dropped this,” he said hesitantly and presented her with her purse.
   “Oh.  God,” Megan stammered, appearing very flustered.  It was stupid of her to go storming out like that.  What if she had left it there and TONY hadn’t come along to retrieve it for her?  “Well…thanks.  I hope I didn’t lose anything.”
   “I don’t think so,” Tony replied.
   In addition to the safe return of her purse, Megan was relieved that she had used the last of her diapers that morning.  Otherwise, Tony might have received quite a surprise when he stumbled upon her purse.
   Whilst she combed through it to make sure everything was intact, Tony tore off a coupon from a sheet and handed it to her.
   “For a free sundae,” he explained.  “You look like you can use one.”
   “Thanks,” Megan answered, grinning.  It might have meant nothing, but if a guy offered her a sundae, it was a good sign he didn’t think she was fat.  That was all she needed to forget Meghan Cole and her bulimia-starved modelesque frame.
   Tony meandered back to work and Megan peeled herself off the bench.  The day was young and she could salvage it yet.  She concluded her window browsing and did some actual shopping, opting for cheap and comfortable over sexy and stylish.  With the gift certificate and the cash she had on her, she was able to acquire panties, bras, socks, shorts, a t-shirt and a new tanktop.  She even found a pair of shoes she liked on sale.  All and all, she was happy with what she bought and it got her mind off of all that plagued her.
   Megan was also aware that she needed more diapers, but she didn’t think it wise to get them here.  Instead, she would simply stop by Bledsoe’s later and get them from her package in the stockroom.  In the meantime, she helped herself to Tony’s generosity and a free sundae.  It was quite yummy and she enjoyed every bite of it.  She didn’t even mind that she got chocolate sauce on her chin.  That she made such a mess made her feel like a little kid again, and that made her feel strangely contented.
   Before leaving the mall, Megan called Sabrina and left her a message about going out later.  She then switched her phone off for the drive home and left the mall parking lot in her dust.  With the radio on and the windows open, Megan began to relax and let the wind blow her hair around.  It was stupid of her to get so upset over Meghan Cole.  After all, she had the bigger boobs, the bigger ass, the more sincere friends and she could eat more than a grape and still feel fine.  Plus, she thought with a malevolent giggle, she was pretty sure she could kick Cole’s ass if that’s what it ever came to.
   For the third day in a row, Josh expressed surprise at Meg’s arrival.
   “You know, you have today off,” he reminded her.
   “I know,” she answered.  “I just came by to check on something.  Besides, can’t a girl shop?”
   Josh nodded and gave her the OK sign as she walked towards the stockroom.  The package of diapers was just where she left them.  This time, however, she knew she would need them.  She crammed as many as she could into her purse and figured she would come back for the rest.
   Raul approached her as she left the stockroom and scared her half to death.
   “Jesus!” she remarked.
   “You know, my cousin scored with your friend,” he smarmily remarked.  “He was banging her all night long.”
   “I’m sure Des would love to know that you are talking about her like that,” Megan told him.
   Raul shrugged.  “Just going by what Pedro told me.  Hey, you find a new guy yet?”
   “No,” Megan replied indignantly.
   “You will though,” Raul assured me.  “You look good.  I mean, you’re not for me, but I can see a lot of guys going for you real easy.”
   “Raul!” Vern thundered.
   “Shit, gotta go.”
   Megan watched as he practically sprinted behind the pharmacy counter and made it without falling.  She giggled.  Raul was such a goof.
   As she stepped out into the parking lot, Megan checked her phone to see if Sabrina had returned her call yet.  She did indeed have a phone message and listened eagerly.  She was so surprised that she nearly dropped the phone.  Everything around her seemed to spin.  The message was from Ted.
   He seemed a touch on the morose side, but there was no mistaking that voice.
   “Hey, Meg, “the message began.  “It’s me.  I hope you’re not still pissed at me, because I miss you.  I was hoping we could get together and talk.  Just talk.  If you don’t want to, that’s OK, but I’m hoping you’ll say yes.  Cya.”
   Struck with disbelief, Megan played the message twice more.  She had been racked with all these miserable emotions over the last few days and yet he was the one to call.  It would be very simple to go back to him and try to forget their breakup ever happened.  However, she wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do.  He cheated and she was no doormat.  She should probably delete the message and let HIM suffer…. for a few days at least.  But she missed being with him soo much!  Then again, the message said he only wanted to talk.  But Megan knew well enough how to get him from talking to doing something else in a fairly short enough of time.
   She wrestled with the decision for a good five minutes, pacing two and fro, huffing and puffing and hemming and hawing until Josh came out to tell her to stop or take it elsewhere (she was scaring the customers).  At long last, she made up her mind.
AMegan decided to give Ted a call.  She waited long enough.
BMegan deleted the message and thought no more of it.  It was time to move on.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #4 on: June 17, 2011, 06:01:04 pm »

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   Megan decided to give Ted a call.  She waited long enough.  He seemed relieved to hear the sound of her voice, as was she to hear his.  Did she miss him?  Yes, she supposed she did.  Would they want to get together later?  Sure, why not?  How were things otherwise?  Fine.  OK, goodbye.  It was possibly the most duplicitous conversation Megan ever had in her life, but she was so happy she could barely stand it.
   At home, she called Sabrina to tell her of the news.  Her friend promptly advised against trying to get back together with Ted.
   “You don’t understand what this week has been like for me,” Megan said after hearing all of her arguments.
   “But is all that over Ted?”
   “No, there’s something else, but…. never mind.  Look, I want this, OK?”
   “How do you know he does?”
   “He said he wanted to talk.  Since when do guys ever just want to talk?”
   “Yeah, you’ve got a point there.  But he did cheat on you.  How can you trust him?”
   “I can’t.  And I don’t even know if we’re getting back together or what.  I just want to see him again.  Is that a crime?!”
   “No.  But you need to chill.”
   “Sorry, I’ve been bitching at everyone lately.”
   “But we still love you for it.  Peace out, Meg.”
   Megan spent the next hour or two in jubilant isolation.  She was able to block out the sounds of Carrie and Stephen’s bickering as they came home from school.  She paid no heed to her eccentric neighbors’ blasting of Jethro Tull.  She didn’t even notice when her parents came home from work.
   “You’re looking cheerful today, Meg,” Drew remarked over dinner.
   Megan shrugged and smiled.  “Um, I went shopping.”
   “I’m glad you made such nice use of our gift,” said Nancy.
   “Are we going to visit Grandma and Grandpa this week?” Carrie asked.
   “No, next week,” Nancy informed her.  “But don’t think about going anywhere until you get your studying done.”
   “Finals aren’t for another two weeks!” Carrie protested.
   “All the more reason to start studying now,” Drew commented.  “Same for you, Steve.”
   “But I don’t even HAVE finals,” he complained.
   “Just the same, I don’t want you and Billy torturing anymore poor defenseless animals this weekend,” Nancy pronounced.
   Megan breathed a sigh of relief.  She seemed her old self again: grounded, pleasant and trouble-free.
   Before heading out that night, Megan showered and changed into what she considered to be one of her sexiest outfits.  She wore a purple velvet top and a pair of tight black pants.  Combined with heels and the way she did her hair, even if Ted DIDN’T want to get back together, he’d probably change his mind once he saw her.  She drew strange glances from her parents and a compliment from her sister as she glided out the door en route to her rendezvous.
   Ted was shocked to say the least.  He had on only jeans and a gray knit shirt with his college’s name whereas Megan looked ready to go clubbing.  He felt almost embarrassed as he led her to the ‘lounge’ in his basement and offered her a drink.  As he fetched her a ginger ale, she admired the way his butt looked in those jeans and smiled.  She had him right where she wanted him and unless he said something profoundly stupid, she was more than willing to forgive and forget.
   He returned with her drink and they sat on the couch and talked.  Mindful of what she was doing, Megan moved closer to him an inch at a time.  He did not push her away, but he made no effort to return the favor.  Most of what they talked about had little to do with their relationship and Megan found herself lying on more than one occasion.  She neglected to tell him about her bedwetting, for instance, but reasoned that such an omission was harmless.  If she had been with someone else (which, thankfully, she hadn’t), she would have told him.
   Megan liked being with Ted.  She liked how he made her laugh and how he made her feel more than just average.  She liked him enough to forgive him and enough to realize that he had been right: distance put too much of a strain on their relationship.  Even if they only spent the rest of the summer together, she felt she could be happy with that.  As she sat with her head on his shoulder and her hands on his strong, muscular legs she began to let go all the demons of worriment that had been visited upon her this past week.  She also began to notice that he was not touching her.
   Ted sighed and gently removed her hands from his body.  His face was contorted with conflict as he broke the news.  “Megan,” he began.  “I started seeing someone else.”
   Someone else?  Alarm bells went off inside Megan’s head and she thought she would flip out again.  However, she made that mistake once and knew she didn’t want to lose him forever.  She forced herself be calm.  She even managed a smile.
   “Oh.  OK.  I mean…that’s great.  Who is it?”
   “You don’t know her,” Ted explained.  “I met her at college.”
   “Was she….”
   He rolled his eyes.  “No, I didn’t cheat on you with her.  That girl was a total whore.  Anna is special.”
   “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
   He gently touched her chin.  “But, so are you.  Which is why I want us to still be friends.”
   Megan shrugged.  She had psyched herself out to the point where she didn’t feel anything anymore.  “OK.”
   “You’re sure?  Last time I mentioned this, I flipped out.”
   “Actually,” she lied.  “This works out great.  Because I have my eye on someone else too.”
   “Yeah?  Who?”
   She hadn’t time to fabricate anyone on the spur of a moment, so she offered the name of the first guy who came to mind.  “Josh,” she declared.
   Ted chuckled.  “Josh?  Josh from the pharmacy?”
   “Yup.”
   “You know I don’t like to judge people, but that guy is a dork.”
   “You don’t know him,” she argued, mentally kicking herself for picking Josh of all people.
   “Well, I’m glad we’re still friends.  Chicks are a mystery to me and it helps to have one on my side.”
   Megan nodded.  After days of grieving and torment, how come she was able to let this go so easily?  She stayed awhile longer and they talked some more.  He did give her a kiss goodnight just before she left, but it was quick and emotionless.
   During the drive home, Megan began not to feel well.  Oddly enough, she wasn’t even thinking about Ted.  She was thinking about ice cream.  Whether that was the cause or not, she began to feel sick.  Stomach cramps hit her heard, but she also began to feel dizzy.  She knew she better get home…quick.
   Megan didn’t even see the light turn red as she struggled to get control over herself.  Another car stopped short, an inch from her door and she snapped to attention.  Practically jumping on the brake, she came to a screeching halt in the middle of an intersection.  Her head was swimming as she looked around.  Angry drivers shook their fists and honked their horns.
   “Move it, ya dumb bitch!” one shouted at her.
   “SHUT UP!” Megan yelled, putting her hands over her ears.  “EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP!”
   She sat like that for close to a minute, blocking out all the noise, all the distractions.  Finally, she took a deep breath and went on her way.
   By the time Megan arrived home, she thought the worst had passed.  However, she had taken only two steps from her car when she vomited.  That was the final straw and she began to wail chaotically.  Her parents rushed outside to see what the commotion was about and found her standing in front of the house sobbing, the car parked crookedly, vomit on her shirt and tears streaming from her eyes.
   “What happened?” Nancy asked.
   Megan merely stood there and shook her head.
   “Let’s get her inside,” Drew suggested.
   With the help of her parents, she shuffled into the house and practically collapsed onto the couch.  Drew elevated her feet and fetched a cold compress while Nancy attempted to decipher the cause of the problem.
   “I t..th..think I’m…O…OK n..now,” Megan stammered.
   “Cool!” Stephen exclaimed.  “Megan’s gone postal!”
   “You go your room, Steve!” Drew snapped.  “You too, Carrie.”
   “Should we take her to the hospital?” Nancy asked.
   Megan shook her head and Drew followed suit.  Eventually, she calmed down enough to tell them what had happened.
   “I don’t know too much about these kinds of things,” said Drew.  “But it sounds to me like a panic attack.”
   “Oh dear!” Nancy exclaimed.
   “I’m going to give Tom Hardy a call,” said Drew.  “See if you can help her.”
   Nancy nodded.
   “I think I wet my pants,” Megan said sheepishly.
   “That’s OK,” Nancy assured her.  “I’m just glad you aren’t hurt.”
   With her mother’s help Megan slowly got up off the couch and made her way into the bathroom.  She stopped by the toilet, sure that she would vomit again, but nothing came up.  Nancy helped her undress and got the water running in the shower.
   “Wear do you keep your diapers?” she asked.
   “In my purse.  Why?”
   “I think it would be best if you wore one for now.”
   “Oh.”
   Megan wasn’t going to argue that one.  She was a mess and she still felt sick.  Nancy left her to shower and Megan stood under the water until she was satisfied she no longer smelled of urine or vomit.  She then stepped out, dried herself off with a fluffy towel and put on the robe her mother left for her.  She remembered to put on the diaper.
   When Megan emerged from the bathroom, her parents eyed her with concerned curiosity.
   “I just got off the phone with Dr. Hardy,” Drew explained.  “He said, it was probably a panic attack in conjunction with an upset stomach.”
   “Well, I did have a sundae earlier,” Meg confessed.
   “Anyway, drink lots of fluids and get some rest.”
   Megan nodded.  She felt like going to sleep anyway.
   “Wasn’t there something else?” Nancy asked.
   “He also gave me the name of a counselor,” Drew continued.
   “I don’t need a shrink,” Megan asserted.
   “She’s not a shrink.  Well…not in the traditional sense, from what I can gather.”
   “Megan, I think it would be best if you talked to her on Monday,” said Nancy.  “I’ll call the pharmacy and tell them that you’re sick.”
   Megan giggled.
   “What’s so funny?” Nancy asked.
   “You’re telling a pharmacy that I’m sick.”
   Sick she was and still felt as she slowly walked towards her room and climbed into bed.  It was not long before she fell asleep.
   Megan awoke the next morning with a growling stomach and a soaked diaper.  Neither were signs that she was well.  She felt lightheaded and weak.  A glance at her alarm clock revealed that she slept 12 hours.  She felt as if she could sleep about 12 more.
   Groaning, she slowly sat up.  Her limbs felt like dead weight and she had to take everything in steps.  Her diaper clung uncomfortably to her.  Megan knew it would be a pain to get changed and cleaned up.
   She was nearly out of bed when Nancy arrived, plastic bag in hand.
   “How are you feeling?”
   “Better, Mom,” she replied.  Her voice sounded hoarse and strained.
   “You don’t sound better.  And you look pale.”
   “It’s because I haven’t eaten anything.”
   Nancy presented her with a bottle of water from the bag and Megan began to drink it.
   “How’s your diaper?”
   She nearly spit out the water at the mention of the word diaper.
   “I need to change,” she quietly revealed.
   “Well, let me help you with that.”
   “Mom,” Megan protested.  “I can do it myself.”
   “I’m sure you can,” Nancy reasoned.  “But you are sick so I am going to help you.  Besides, I don’t want you leaking and making a mess.”
   Megan nodded.  Her diaper was a lot more bloated than usual and, despite the embarrassment; she could actually use the help.
   The plastic bag Nancy brought contained a fresh package of diapers.
   “Don’t worry,” Nancy explained.  “I didn’t get them at Bledsoe’s.”
   Megan breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her mother to change her.  As uncomfortable as she was with it, she was too fatigued to protest.  Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.
   “I never envisioned having to do this again,” Nancy commented, sliding a fresh diaper under her.
   Her comments did nothing to make Megan feel more at ease.  Megan did, however, notice that her mother used baby powder while diapering her.  While the smell was strong, it wasn’t unpleasant and it would probably be better for her skin.  How come she never thought of that?
   “You can help yourself to some dry cereal when you’re ready,” Nancy addressed.  “In the meantime, try to rest and take it easy.”
   “Thanks.  But I’ve been resting.”
   Megan tried desperately to get comfortable and fall asleep once more, but it was no use.  She was up, so she might as well make the most of it.  Climbing out of bed the second time around proved to be quite a bit easier and she eventually made her way out of her room.
   “Hey Meg,” Carrie greeted.
   “Good morning…. or afternoon…or whatever,” Megan replied.  It was only then that she realized the bottom of her robe was open and her diaper was showing.  Blushing, she quickly attempted to close it.
   “It’s OK,” Carrie assured her.  “I know about your…er…problem.  You could have told me, you know.”
   “It’s embarrassing,” Meg remarked as she went to get some cereal.
   Lacking the strength to go anywhere or ever get dressed, Megan found a big comfy chair and turned on the TV.  The only thing on that was even remotely interesting was children’s’ cartoons.  She sat and watched and even found herself laughing hysterically at the hijacks of Roadrunner and Wily E. Coyote even though she had seen them many times as a child.
   Eventually, her appetite and a bit of her strength returned and Megan helped herself to something more to eat.  This proved to be a mistake, as she found herself rushing constantly to and from the bathroom to avoid the indignation of soiling herself…even though she was already wearing a diaper.  Exhausted once more, she finally returned to bed and read for a while before dozing off once more.
   Somewhere between consciousness and dreams, a sharp cramp hit.  Megan did not awake at first, as she mistook the seismic pounding in her abdomen as merely another part of dream.  When she finally did wake up, she found herself in desperate need of a bathroom.  She leaned over the side of her bed, wretched, and dry-heaved.  Before she could move any further, she filled her diaper.
   “Ewww gross!” she exclaimed.
   Nancy happened to pick that moment to check on her.  She was surprised that Megan could simply lose control by that, but chalked it up to her being sick and helped get her cleaned up.  Megan was embarrassed half to death (and so was she for that matter), but they got through it.  Megan drank some more water, ate the crackers her mother offered her and went back to sleep once more.
   Day passed into night and night became day once more.  Megan woke up feeling profoundly improved.  Her diaper was wet and she was still a bit sluggish, but her stomach felt fine and she could move about much more easily.  ‘Relieved’ was an understatement; she felt nearly reborn as she showered and changed.  Before long, she was dressed and on the phone with her friends telling them what happened.  Apparently, some kind of crazy rumor had circulated that she was actually involved in a car accident (as opposed to a near accident) or had suffered a mental breakdown (as opposed to a near breakdown).
   “I called yesterday and your mom picked up and said you were sick,” Des told her.
   “I WAS sick,” Megan answered.
   “But you’re better now?”
   “Yeah.  At least I hope I am.”
   “Cool.  You know the pool’s gonna be open in a few days, right?”
   “Yup yup.  I can’t wait.”
   “Me neither.  You take care now…. and tell Raul to keep out of his cousin’s and my business.”
   Megan giggled and hung up.  Her brother was standing before her with a slightly guilty expression on his face.
   “Hi Meg,” he said.
   “Hi Steve.”
   “Are you feeling better?”
   “Yes, thanks.”
   “I’m sorry I made fun of you for having to wear diapers.”
   “You didn’t make fun of me.”
   “Yes I did,” Stephen told her.  “While you were asleep.”
   Megan’s face soured.  “Oh.”
   “Anyway, I shouldn’t have done it and I’m glad you’re OK.”
   “Thanks.”
   The entire family seemed to echo Stephen’s sentiments.  Megan had gone from the background to the spotlight and all it took was a little illness and a near-psychotic episode.  She assured everyone that she was fine, that the worst of it was over, and that the days to follow would be far less screwed up.
   Despite these assurances, her mother still tried to persuade her to wear a diaper.
   “Just to be on the safe side,” Nancy discretely explained.
   Megan wasn’t too thrilled, but she didn’t see the harm in it.  Besides, her entire family already knew that she wore them and she had embarrassed herself plenty the day before.  At least she could resume the duties of changing herself once more.
   Her day was on the upswing and her weekend was close to being salvaged when things ground to a halt.  Without warning, Ted showed up.  Nancy wasn’t thrilled to see him (she blamed him at least partially for Megan’s episode), but let him in nonetheless.
   After all the grief she had been through over Ted, Megan did not want to see him.  She had physically recovered, but she still felt somewhat vulnerable.  And while he had seen her sick plenty of times throughout the course of their relationship, she nonetheless didn’t want him to see her in a diaper.  Since there was no time to change, she merely hoped he wouldn’t notice.
   Ted was almost overbearingly apologetic at first.
   “Jeez I’m so sorry,” he remarked, placing his hands upon her shoulders.  Megan felt that he should be sorry, but said nothing.  “This is totally my fault.”
   Megan shook her head.  She couldn’t pin this entirely on him.  Some, if not most, of it, was her doing.  “I shouldn’t have…. I mean…. Christ, Ted, I could have killed someone the way I was driving.”
   “But you made it home and that’s what counts.”
   “Yeah.”
   “Still, I probably should have known something was wrong.”
   “Let it go, Ted, just let it go.”
   He did and so did she.  They talked for a while and inevitably Ted’s new girlfriend crept her way into the conversation.  Megan felt queasy at the very mention of her, but kept her mouth shut.  It wasn’t Ted’s fault that he was somehow making her sick.  After all, he was nice enough to visit and nice enough to be her friend.  Ugh, maybe she was better off not knowing him.
   Ted’s visit threw Megan’s mood for a loop.  She was sour and irritable for the rest of the day and kept mostly to herself.  Her bed, which had been like a prison during her illness, was once again a source of comfort as she lay down and pounded the pillows in frustration.  She eventually grabbed a pen and paper and tried to write out some of what she was feeling, but it did her no good.
   “Stupid Ted,” she thought.  “Hate him.  Or do I hate me?  Hate this fucking life, that’s for sure.  Why can’t things be like they were last summer?”
   She yawned and stretched.  It seemed as if she was always tired lately.  Sleeping and wetting her diaper were the only constants in her life.  Maybe her parents were right.  Maybe she did need to talk to a shri…er…counselor.
   The day that followed was much of the same.  Megan woke up wet, sighed and changed.  She called Bledsoe’s to let them know she would in fact be coming in that day.  Josh was relieved to hear that she was feeling better and scheduled her for the later afternoon-evening shift.  Nancy had gone into work already, but she left Megan a note with the name of the counselor and how to reach her office.  Megan examined it curiously for a moment and opted to….
ADiscard it.  She seemed better now.
BGive her a call.  It couldn’t hurt and she needed some answers.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #5 on: June 17, 2011, 06:03:31 pm »

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   Megan examined it curiously for a moment and opted to give her a call.  It couldn’t hurt and she needed some answers.  A receptionist politely asked her to hold and then informed her that the counselor had been expecting her call.  Megan asked if she could come in around noon.  The receptionist told her noon was fine. The call was quick, painless and gave her hope.
   At five minutes after noon, Megan found herself sitting in the counselor’s office.  It wasn’t a typical office nor was it what she expected a psychiatrist’s office to look like.  There was a couch, but there were also chairs and a table.  There were lots of books and paintings on the wall.  The carpeting was thick and the room bright even with the shades drawn closed.
   The counselor herself also defied Megan’s expectations.  Helen Schreiber was about 50 with gray hair tucked in a neat bun.  She wore large, horn-rimmed glasses and an unpretentious pleated skirt.  Megan thought she looked more like a librarian than a psychiatrist.
   “Megan.  Welcome,” she greeted warmly.
   Megan hesitantly sat down in one of the chairs and sighed.  She was still very uneasy about being there.  She was the last person she ever excited to need any form of therapy or counseling.
   “It’s OK,” Helen assured her.  “I don’t bite.”
   Megan nodded.  She’d heard that one before.
   “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”
   “Um…. I’m 19.  I go to college.  I work at a pharmacy.  You talked to my parents, so you obviously know what’s up.  That’s about it.”
   “Well then…. I’ll tell you a bit about myself.  I have a master’s in psychology and another in education.  I taught first grade for many years, as well as a few classes on the college level and almost all areas in between.  I’ve been doing counseling for about five years.”
   “Great,” Megan remarked cynically.  “Good for you.”
   Helen smiled humbly.  “I’ve had my moments.”
   “So how does this work?” Megan asked.
   “Essentially, you talk and I listen.”
   “That’s it?”
   “Yes, dear.  I may ask you a few questions along the way to help get you going, but otherwise the time is yours.”
   “And that really works?”
   “Mmm..hmm.  Everything said here is kept in strict confidentiality, of course.”
   “Of course,” Megan echoed.  Despite her doubts, she was starting to like this woman’s approach.
   “Is there anything you’d like to begin with?”
   “Well...um…OK,” Megan started.  “There’s this guy….”
   She went on to give a comprehensive history of her relationship with Ted, up to and including the present.  There were a few rough spots that nearly brought her to tears, but she kept herself composed and made it through it all.
   “…And every time someone even mentions him, I get all defensive. I’ve been acting very bitchy lately.  But I don’t think it’s just that.  Is it?”
   Helen shrugged.  “Why don’t you tell me?”
   “Well…” she began, and then stopped.  Talking to Dr. Hardy about her bedwetting was one thing.  She had known him her own life.  Telling this complete stranger was something else entirely.  Sure, it was possible that her parents already mentioned it.  But that didn’t mean she had to.  “I’ve been…um…”
   “It’s OK.  Go ahead.  No one is judging here.”
   “…Sort of wetting the bed lately,” Megan concluded.  “Dr. Hardy says it might have been stress and I wasn’t getting enough sleep, but I’ve been getting a lot of sleep lately and it’s still happening.  I don’t get it.”
   “Had there been anything else to stand out?”
   “Probably.  But my brain is so frazzled that I can barely think.”
   “Why don’t you take me through the chain of events on the day leading up to the attack?”
   Megan took a deep breath.  “OK.  I can do that.”
   When she finished explaining, she put her hands on her head and pulled at her hair.  Helen glanced at her and smiled.
   “What?” Megan asked.  “Am I crazy?”
   The counselor giggled.  “No.  Not at all.  Even though ‘crazy’ is a made up term, I’d still say you weren’t.  In fact, I’d say you are a very healthy sensitive, alert young woman.”
   Megan blushed ever so slightly.  “Oh.  Thanks.  Then why don’t I feel like that?”
   “You’re regressing,” Helen explained.
   “Huh?”
   “You’re relationship with Ted, you’re feelings towards home, all of that changed when you went to college.”
   “But I LIKED college,” Megan protested.
   “I’m sure that you do.  But you also liked the way things were before you left…and think that you still do.  It’s conflict: on the one hand, you want to grow and move on, but on the other hand, you wished things remained the same.  College satisfied one desire, but placed a nearly impossible burden upon the other.”
   Megan nodded emphatically.  That seemed to make perfect sense.  In her dreams, everything was as it was.  Just yesterday, she found herself wishing things could stay the same.
   “As a result of this inner struggle, you’ve begun to identify more with your past self in an effort to overcome the burden.  Wetting the bed.  Lapping up ice cream.  Watching cartoons.  All of these are things you did as a child.”
   “Yeah…you’re right,” Meg remarked.  She didn’t know what to make of all this.
   “Ted is a source of grief for you because he represents both the past and the present.  He WAS your boyfriend, he IS your friend.  When you tried to show affection and win him back, you were identifying with the past.  When you tried to accept his friendship or even push away, you were identifying with the present.  You are, my dear, quite sadly torn between the two.”
   “So how do I stop it?” Megan asked pleadingly.
   “I’d imagine it’d correct itself in time.  This regression….it’s just a way of coping with the adjustment your life is undergoing.  As soon as you either overcome your internal fear that the past will be lost or come to more readily accept and desire the present, the behavior will likely stop.  My guess is you’ll find yourself in a much more comfortable state of being when you go back to college.”
   “Ugh, I can’t wait that long,” Meg complained.  “What am I going to do until then?”
   “You’ll continue to regress, I’d imagine.”
   “But I don’t want to…at least…. I don’t think I don’t.”
   “There’s no harm in it, really.  So maybe you find yourself playing with dolls one day or watching old home movies or things like that.  Would that be the worst thing in the world, Megan?”
   “No, but…”
   “Yes?”
   “You’re saying it’s OK to keep doing this?”
   “Within reason…absolutely.”
   Megan breathed a sigh of relief and Helen grinned.  “Now was that so hard?”  Megan returned the smile and shook her head.
   After the appointment ended, Megan still had time to kill before going to work.  She found herself looking through old photos, just as Helen said she would.  While some of them had embarrassed her in the past, she now found them to be quite endearing.  She found pictures of Mom and Dad and Carrie and Stephen.  There were even some of Jess at her age.  The resemblance was striking.
   Lastly, Megan came across her own photos.  There were pictures of her and Ted at the prom, her senior class photo, etc.  There was at least one from each year of her life.  She noticed that she seemed a whole lot happier in the older photos.  She seemed cuter too, but then again, what kid isn’t cute?  Nonetheless, Megan the moody 19 year old found herself almost envious of Megan the grinning toddler.  Perhaps Helen was right.  Perhaps she really did want to identify with her past self.
   The counselor’s words were on her mind all throughout her shift at work, but she managed to stay focused long enough to avoid Vern’s wrath.  It was just as well, for he spent close to half an hour trying to appease an upset customer and was no more than a tick removed from fully psychotic rage in the period of time that followed.  Even Josh seemed a little bit frazzled.
   “What’s with him?” she asked Natalie.
   “I don’t know,” the squeaky-voiced cashier replied.  “I guess he’s, like, having a rough day.”
   Megan nodded.  She knew what those were like.
   Eventually, tensions cooled and the flow of customers petered out.  Megan was relieved not to have to sneak any more diapers from the stockroom; it was getting to be a risky habit.  Josh, who barely had a free moment to talk the whole day, expressed his relief at her speedy recovery.
   “What happened?” Natalie asked.
   “Panic attack,” Megan explained.  “While I was driving.”
   “Oh wow.  Glad you’re OK.”
   “I keep telling her to take time off,” Josh joked.  “But she keeps coming back.”
   “Raul!” Vern thundered from the back of the store.
   Megan chuckled.  There was one thing that would never change.
   The sun had set by the time she got home.  Carrie was on the phone in her room and Stephen was hacking away at his GameCube.  Megan found her parents in front of the TV.
   “Hi honey,” Nancy greeted.  “There’s some lasagna in the fridge.”
   Megan took her time eating (it was good lasagna) before rejoining her parents.  They wanted to know if she had gone to see the counselor.  Megan told them she had.
   “And what did she have to say?” Drew asked.
   “That’s confidential,” Megan explained.
   “Well…was she helpful at least?”
   “Yeah…I think so.”
   “That’s such a relief,” Nancy told her.
   “Did she ask that you do anything?” Drew questioned.
   “Kind of.”
   “Well…whatever it is, if there’s any way we can help…”
   Megan tensed up.  She knew there was a way they could help.  She knew it ever since she saw the pictures.  And while she had tossed the idea around in her head and dismissed it a zillion times, it kept popping up.
   “Megan?” Nancy asked.
A)“Nothing,” the girl replied.  She wasn’t even sure it was what she wanted and she definitely wasn’t ready to discuss it yet.
B) “Mom, Dad,” she began, drawing in a deep breath.  “I want you to treat me like I’m little again.”
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #6 on: June 17, 2011, 06:04:40 pm »

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   “Nothing,” the girl replied.  She wasn’t even sure it was what she wanted and she definitely wasn’t ready to discuss it yet.  Her parents were willing to let her drop the subject and she breathed a sigh of relief.  She came hazardously close to embarrassing herself and making what was probably a big mistake.
   Megan watched TV for a while and tried to relax.  Reality shows had been one of her major vices during her first semester at college, but the proliferation of them made them seem dull and repetitive.  She and Kylie discussed taking the hosts of all the shows and sticking them in a remote location.
   “Simon Cowell would win,” Kylie affirmed.
   “Are you crazy?  He’d be the first one they got rid of.  Besides, Jeff Probst could kick his ass.”
   “People fear Simon.  And they need him.  As much as we don’t want to admit it, we wouldn’t get by without telling us what we did wrong.”
   Thinking back to that conversation, Megan now believed that to be truer than ever.  Everyone had been so damn supportive lately that the only critic she had left to face was herself.  Without a doubt, she found herself to be toughest of all.
   When she at last grew tired, Megan bid her parents goodnight and retreated to her room to put on her diaper.  The powder helped significantly with the comfort level and Megan had now adjusted entirely to sleeping with the thick bulk between her legs.  She was getting used to diapers the way some people get used to braces: you never really like them, but you need them and they become a part of you.  It was a part she was coming to accept…for the time being at least.
   As she drifted off to a slow, dreamless sleep, the counselor’s words resonated in her mind.  There was a civil war in the House of Meg.  Past was competing with present and until they learned how to get along, it would be rough going.  Megan hoped it wouldn’t last long.
   Though her week was a roller coaster ride of emotional highs and lows, Megan followed much the same routine.  Every day began with a wet diaper for her to change out of.  On mornings where she didn’t have to work, she found herself leaving the diaper on a little longer before showering.  Work at the pharmacy was business as usual.  There was a pretty steady stream of customers and a seemingly endless list of random tasks.  She had learned to block out most of Vern’s tirades and found herself becoming much friendlier towards Josh, Natalie, Raul and the rest of her coworkers.  They had even been out to dinner as a group once or twice.
   When Megan wasn’t working, she balanced time with her friends with more introspective activities such as reading and writing in a journal.  Her siblings occasionally enlisted her to help with a tough homework assignment and more times than not, she obliged.  She had not seen Ted.  There had been a few phone conversations, some productive, others clearly not.  While she would not own up to avoiding him, Megan provided herself with plenty of excuses as to why they shouldn’t get together.  It would be too stressful for her.  He seemed happy with his new girlfriend and she didn’t want to but it.  Neither of them had the time.  The list went on and on.
   With the exception of diapering herself at night, Megan seemed to lead the life of the archetypical college student home for the summer.  However, true to Helen’s words, there were instances where she regressed.  For instance, Vern had her pricing merchandise in the stock room one day and Megan found herself playing with dolls and flipping through children’s’ books.  Or, when she went to bite her nails (another of her vices), her thumb found its way into her mouth and she didn’t even realize she had been sucking on it.  They were small cues mostly, and while Megan found herself balancing them with plenty of “adult” activities, there was no denying they were there.
   As the week drew to a close, Memorial Day became a point of focus for the Alder family.  They were originally slated to take part in a barbeque at Drew’s parents’ home, but when his father twisted his ankle, there was concern that they might have to reschedule.  Grandpa Glen healed in time, but a new complication presented itself.  Jessica had called her parents to say that she and her fiancé would likely make an appearance.  She also happened to mention that she was pregnant.
   The news was devastating to Nancy.  For one thing, it meant that Jessica was now almost certain to marry Ricard Landreau (born Richard Landry, but he quickly decided that name didn’t suit him).  A more pompous man than he she and Drew hoped they would never meet.  Jessica’s pregnancy also meant that Nancy would be a grandma.  She wasn’t quite even fifty yet and was by no means ready for it.  Finally, there was the possibility that due to the sour relationship between, Jessica would not allow her child the privilege of knowing her own grandmother.
   “Wow, Mom is really upset,” Carrie remarked on evening after watching her mother cry.
   “Maybe we won’t have to go to grandma and grandpas,” Stephen lamented with restrained hopefulness.
   “Dad already said we’re going, and that’s that.  Besides…I don’t think Mom wants anyone to think there was anything wrong.  What do you think, Meg?”
   Megan didn’t know what to think.  She felt terrible.  Her mother had been so helpful, and yet she could do nothing to console her.  She couldn’t.  After all, she hadn’t the slightest clue what she was feeling.  It was as if Nancy had lost a child (which, in many ways, she had).  All Megan could hope to do was remind her that she still mattered to the children she had left.
   The night before the proposed gathering, Megan got an idea.  She was lying in bed with just her diaper on, her knees drawn towards her chest in a nearly fetal position clutching a pillow when it came to her.  The idea was childish and convoluted, the kind of last-ditch effort that was the bread-and-butter solution for the feeble-minded and the desperate.  And while her own inner Simon told her time and time again that it was stupid, a more optimistic calling beckoned her to at least explore the possibility.
   Megan’s plan called for her to wear a diaper to the gathering and, if need be, use it.  The idea was to draw enough attention to her to defuse the potentially disastrous confrontation between Mom and Jess.  She would act the part of a needy little kid (more or less) and remind her mom how much she loved her and how she missed being cared for by her.  She would also use the opportunity as a to see if that was what she really wanted.  If it wasn’t, well, hey…things in her life had been crazy lately, she had an excuse for her behavior.  And she would have all summer long to live down the mortification that was destined to fall upon her.
   Come Memorial Day, Megan rose, showered and changed as usual.  She found herself wrapped in a bathrobe staring at the clean diaper that lay on the center of her bed.  It was time to make her choice.
AShe decided to go for it.  Her mother needed her help and she felt she simply had to give it a try.  Besides, what did she have to lose?
BShe shook her head and stashed the diaper away.  Bad idea, bad timing.  Sure, she wanted to help her mother…. but not like this.  There was bound to be another way.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #7 on: June 17, 2011, 06:05:46 pm »

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   She decided to go for it.  Her mother needed her help and she felt she simply had to give it a try.  Besides, what did she have to lose?  Megan powdered herself and put the diaper on.  She then wore one of her nicer (translation: non-frayed) pairs of jeans and a shirt her grandmother had gotten her for Christmas.  Though it fit tightly under her jeans, Megan’s reflection gave no indication that she was wearing anything other than a normal pair of panties.  It took a carefully trained eye to detect any kind of bulge and Megan sincerely doubted any of her family members would be looking anyway.  The crinkling sound, however, practically gave it away.
   “God, I’m such a dork,” Megan remarked as she combed her hair.  “Please let this work.”
   Just as she was beginning to have second thoughts, Drew announced they were leaving.  Nancy remained upset but when Drew asked if she’d rather they stay home, she refused.  Her pride would not allow her to back down.
   As the three Alder children filed into the backseat of Drew’s car, Megan was reminded of all the weekend visits to see her grandparents when she was younger.  They were nice people and she couldn’t help but think so even when her grandmother tried to lightly pry into her life or her grandfather always gave Stephen bigger gifts than Carrie or she.  Her grandparents on her mother’s side were nice too, she supposed, though they were old and in poor health and like distant strangers to her.  Still, Megan counted herself lucky.  Sabrina had lost all her grandparents.  Des’s grandmother was prone to fits of malevolent shouting.  Kylie’s grandparents had practically disowned her.
   “Jim Edmonds went 3 for 5 yesterday with a homer,” Stephen commented.  He had elected the Cardinals centerfielder as his new personal idol (replacing past favorites such as wrestling’s The Rock, Karl Malone, and a soccer player with an unpronounceable name) and spoke frequently of his accolades.  Megan rolled her eyes.  She saw another sports conversation coming and felt like running for cover.  At least he wasn’t still hooked on the soccer guy.  That would have reminded her too much of Ted.
   “Oh yeah?” Drew replied.
   “Billy’s friend Rob says he has a signed rookie card, but I think he’s full of shit.”
   Everyone expected Nancy to condemn Stephen for his use of profanity, but instead she stared out the window in a disinterested stupor.
   “Watch the mouth,” Drew cautioned after an awkward pause.
   Whilst the Edmonds conversation picked up again for the umpteenth time, Carrie and Megan tried to find something to talk about.  In the past, it had been easy.  Despite their age gap, they got along well.  However, each of them had since branched out in different directions.  When they ran out of things to talk about, Megan put her head down and closed her eyes.  Maybe there was time for a quick nap before they got there.
   “Meg” Carrie whispered.  One minute, she had been nearly asleep and the next her sister was frantically tugging on her arm.
   “Ugh.  What?” she replied without much candor.
   Carrie leaned in closer so she was practically inside of her ear.  She then asked Megan why she was wearing a diaper.  Megan turned about a thousand shades of red and quickly tugged her shirt down.  It had ridden up when she attempted to nap.
   “You’ll find out later,” she said.  She had considerably less confidence in her plan than she did when she first hatched it.  However, it was far too late to turn back now.  “It’s not why you think,” she added as an afterthought.
   Stephen became curious as to what his two sisters were talking about and attempted to lean over Carrie’s shoulder and find out.  In doing so, he inadvertently head-butted her.  She promptly retaliated by shoving him away.
   “Cut it out back there!” Drew snapped.  Megan groaned.  She was starting to wish she was back at college.  Thankfully, they were almost there.
   Megan’s grandparents looked as if they hadn’t aged a day since she saw them last.  At 77, she supposed that was a good thing.
   “College girl!” Grandpa Glen greeted, wrapping up Megan in a hug.  “Hey Ida, look who’s here?”
   “For your birthday,” Grandma Ida said, handing her an envelope that would undoubtedly contain a card and a check for $50 (she had gotten the exact same thing for her past 5 birthdays, but that didn’t bother her one bit).  “I’m sorry we missed it.”
   “That’s OK,” Megan joked.  “I missed it too.”  She was relieved that neither of them had noticed her diaper.  Not yet, anyway.
   “Marty here yet?” Drew asked.  Marty was Drew’s brother and the father of three of Megan’s cousins, the eldest of whom came close to being her first crush.
   Glen shook his head.  “He said he couldn’t make it.”
   Drew frowned.
   “Your daughter’s coming though.  Called and everything.  She said she’s bringing her fee-an-say with her.  Your mother and I don’t particularly care for that fella…”
   “Not one bit,” Ida echoed.
   Nancy’s eyes began to tear at the very mention of him.  Drew took his father aside and explained the situation.
   “Pregnant?!  Holy Moses, that makes me a great-grandfather.  I’m not even 80 yet.  Hey Ida…”
   The family gathered around a patio table, snacked on pretzels and talked while waiting for Jessica to arrive so they could begin grilling.  Megan noticed how quiet her mother seemed and thought it bore a resemblance to her own mannerisms when she was upset.  Hell, that was her last weekend: always withdrawing and pushing people away.  Add to that her father’s penchant for heated outbursts when upset and she began to see why coping seemed so difficult for her.
   Nancy had just begun to warm up when the dreaded moment came.  Jessica and Ricard arrived in the Mini Cooper they shared.
   “How do ya fit anything in that?” Glen remarked when he saw the diminutive car.
   “I told you not to start without them,” said Ida
   Megan watched her sister emerge from the tiny vehicle and walk towards them.  Jess was always a bit on the chunky side (although she always referred to herself as ‘Rubenesque’) and seemed to have put on a few more pounds.  Whether it was from the pregnancy or just the result of sheer indulgence had yet to be determined.  Her fair hair, once the envy of the family, was done up in an absurd imitation of Princess Leia’s, with what looked like an oversized chopstick jutting comically from the center of it.  Her clothes were every bit as jarring: a long flowered skirt and a white blouse with puffy sleeves that seemed influenced by an episode of Seinfeld.  Stephen could not help himself and started laughing hysterically at the sight of her.  This time, his immaturity drew no reprimand.
   Walking by Jess’s side with his arm draped around her was her fiancé, Ricard (nee Richard).  He was as gaunt as she was rounded and hid his gaze beneath a pair of tinted sunglasses.  His hornet’s nest of bleached-blonde hair gave him the look of the struggling artist he often pretended to be.  Despite the warm weather, he wore a long-sleeved purple silk shirt and a pair of white pants that were too tight for a girl, much less a grown man to be wearing.  There was not a single happy face amongst the entire family when he stepped forward.
   “My dear family,” Jess greeted with a hint of ennui.  “Hello.”
   “Hi Jess,” Drew replied uneasily.  “Ricard.”
   “A pleasure as always,” intoned the former Mr. Landry.  Yet when Drew extended his hand for shaking, he did not return the favor.
   There were greetings all around, most of them brief and unsavory.  The rest of the family sat down while Glen fired up the grill.  Fearing an ugly confrontation, Drew rushed off to help.
   “So?” Grandma Ida asked.  “When are you going to have the baby?”
   “Oh…. late August, early September,” Ricard mused.  “About two weeks before the wedding, we hope.”
   “Two weeks?” Nancy asked, the tension in her voice rising.
   “I don’t see what the big deal is, Mother,” Jess contended.  “You and Father were hardly married a year when you had me.  You were three years younger, too.”
   “Enough,” said Nancy.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”
   “…And then it wasn’t long after that before Meg came along…”
   “I said enough!”
   “…And Carrie and Stephen, too.  A pity.  One more and you could have bought a minivan.”
   Ricard chuckled dryly at his soon-to-be wife’s witty repartee.
   The children watched the scene unfold with morbid curiosity.  Stephen’s eyes were wide and his mouth shut.  He knew his sister was being a bitch and he felt bad for his mom, but he couldn’t help be entertained.
    Carrie prayed that Jess would say no more, and God help Ricard if he decided to open his mouth.  Like most of the family, she couldn’t stand him.  However, her reasons extended quite a bit beyond everyone else’s base objections.  Ricard had taken to verbal jabbing her at every one of their few interactions.  When she was in her tomboy phase, he called her Pat (after the androgynous Saturday Night Live character).  When she went straight edge, he asked her if her oneness with nature precluded her from taking showers.  He had yet to comment on her pseudo-gothic attire, but she knew it was coming any minute.
   “Hey Meg…” she whispered, but her sister seemed lost in a trance.
   Megan bit her lip in frustration and watched her mother do the same.  At that moment, she could empathize perfectly.  She couldn’t believe how blind her sister was.  That women had given her birth and this was how she treated her?  She felt as if she could spit on her.  Instead, she did the next best thing.
   Slowly, but without hesitation, Megan unzipped her jeans and revealed her diaper.  She then waited for someone to comment.
   Grandma Ida was the first to notice.  Squinting, she looked at Megan confoundedly.  “What’s that you’re wearing, dear?”
   Megan blushed deeply for a moment, chuckled and answered.  “Oh.  A diaper.”
   The impending standoff was halted and all eyes suddenly fell upon her.  She felt her internal barometer rise by about 20 degrees and she tightly gripped the underside of the table to keep her sanity in check.
   “Yeah…um….I had some problems with wetting the bed, so I wear them now,” she explained.
   “Not during the day,” Stephen mumbled and Carrie quickly elbowed him as a cue to be silent.
   “Megan?” Nancy asked, confused and just the slightest bit embarrassed.
   “My therapist says there’s no harm in it,” Megan continued.  She was sure to say the word ‘therapist’ loud and clear so Jess could hear it.  Her sister had often used psychology as a means of blaming her parents for everything.
   “Well…” Jessica began, and then fell silent.  She was utterly unprepared for this.
   “You know, I read an article….” said Ricard.  He soon trailed off.  For once, he was woefully aware of how disinterested everyone was in what he had to say.
   “And Mom supports me all the way,” Megan concluded.  “Right, Mom?”
   Nancy appeared momentarily flustered, then nodded and smiled.  “Yes, dear.”  She wasn’t sure what had gotten into that girl or why she chose to pull such a crazy stunt, but whatever it was, it was working.  Jessica’s inventory of insults had suddenly run dry and Ricard seemed almost uncomfortable to be there.
   Shortly thereafter, two generations of Alder men returned carrying platefuls of burgers and hotdogs.  Drew nearly dropped his platter when he saw what Megan had on.
   “What?” Megan asked, as if her being diapered in the middle of the day was the most natural thing in the world.
   “We’ll talk about this later,” Drew said sternly.
   The past few family gatherings had not made for great conversation.  To the pleasure of no one, Jessica and Ricard often spoke at great length about their last art gallery visit or the latest independent film they saw that adhered to the guidelines of Dogme95.  Whenever anyone tried to gracefully change the subject, they were accused of unspeakable rudeness.  Occasionally, the young couple would shift from coffeehouse chatter to questions that were pointedly condescending.  A verbal sparring match would ensue and at least one person would develop a terrible headache before the gathering was through.
   This time, however, Nancy began on the attack.  She grilled Jessica extensively about her pregnancy, but the mother-to-be seemed unphased.  She was wholly and unconditionally convinced that it was the right time in her life to have a child and nothing anyone could say could make her think otherwise.  Their conversation would have continued to escalate had it not been for the presence of Megan’s diaper.  Jessica just found it so fascinating that her sister was back in diapers.  Of all her siblings, Megan seemed the most likely to follow their mother.  Wearing diapers seemed almost an act of rebellion…and yet Nancy supported it?  No, that could not be.
   “How long have you been back in diapers, Meg?” Jessica asked with earnest curiosity.
   “Um…a couple of days,” she quietly replied.
   “Is this normal?” Glen whispered to Ida.
   “It’s probably just a phase.”
   “Humph.”
   “Like your cousin Arthur was normal?”
   “Don’t get me started on Arthur!”
   “And you’re happy with them?” Jessica asked Megan.
   She nodded.  Even if she wasn’t, she had to appear as if she was.
   “Well…. as long as your happy…”
   Ricard groaned.  He found his future sister-in-law’s regressive behavior to be a most unsavory topic.  He was beginning to regret agreeing to this little soiree.  These people had no class.  Then again, his own parents were no better.  They still called him “Rich.”  Ugh…
   “Hey Lestat,” he said tauntingly to Carrie.  “Pass me the mustard.  It isn’t Dijon, but I suppose it will have to do.”
   “I think it’s empty,” Carrie replied, handing him the squeeze bottle of mustard.  He held it up to his eye to be sure and she quickly tapped the bottom.  A gob of mustard went sputtering out and landed all over his designer shades.  He gasped in outrage but everyone, his fiancé included, was laughing.
   “Good one,” Stephen said, clapping his sister on the back.  For once, she did not mind.
   Megan chuckled and rose to her feet.  She had carried out her cunning charade to great effect, but now she had to pee.
   “Where are you going?” Jess asked.
   “Nowhere,” she quickly blurted out.  If Jess had suspected that it was all an act, the whole thing would have been for naught.
   “Oh...OK.  For a minute there, it looked like you had to use the bathroom.”
   Megan shrugged.  “Old habit, I guess.”
   She sat back down and soon became quite uncomfortable.  It seemed as if her plan was starting to backfire.  The pressure was mounting in her bladder and they hadn’t even gotten to desert yet.  Very slowly, a little bit at a time, she wet her diaper.  It was the first time she did so consciously and the feeling was far different than waking up wet.  For Megan, it was alternately repellent and exciting.
   Grandma Ida put out a cherry pie she baked and the adults helped themselves to coffee.  Megan refrained from the latter; she had wet herself enough already.  She did, however, indulge in a piece of pie.  In the meantime, Jess and Ricard began to discuss their wedding.  When last they brought it up, they were considering being wed by a friend who was a Church of the Universe preacher in their apartment.  Nancy and Drew objected strongly to this arrangement and Jessica and Ricard in turn replied that it was their wedding and there was no way they were setting foot in a church.  In recent months, however, Ricard’s beloved Nana put her foot down and swayed them towards a more traditional ceremony.  This somewhat appeased Nancy, though she doubted she would ever be pleased with the arrangement.
   There still remained plenty over which they could disagree.
   “I don’t understand why you can’t where a simple white gown,” Nancy insisted when Jessica described the dress she had in mind.
   “White is BORING, Mother.”
   “It was good enough for Grandma Ida.  It was good enough for me.”
   “Yes, but you are of a different generation.  Face it, white is out.”
   “How can white be out?” Ida questioned.
   “I remember you wanted a purple tux at first,” Glen said to Drew.
   Drew rolled his eyes.  “That was my prom, Dad.  Not my wedding.”
   “Oh.  I guess you’re right.”
   Between the meal she had just eaten and all the back and forth bickering, Megan began to feel somewhat ill.  Though she hoped the feeling would pass, it soon became evident that it would not.  Megan was about to say the hell with her plan and rush to the bathroom.  Her bowels expedited said decision and she discretely rose and started walking towards the house.
   Megan was about halfway there when her body grew impatient.  There was a loud fart as she filled her diaper.  Megan froze.  The mortification she had been dreading came and it came fast and hard.  This was no longer a game, a ploy for attention.  This was her, a grown woman, losing control over herself and soiling herself.  Alarm bells rang inside her head.  Nothing had prepared her for this.  Scared, she did the only thing she felt she could.  She cried.
   Nancy stopped feuding with Jess and immediately ran to Megan’s aid.
   “What’s wrong?” she asked.
   “I…I…had an accident,” Megan blubbered.  “I tried to make it to the bathroom…but it was too late.”  She continued to sniffle, even as her mother hugged her and tried to calm her down.  “I’m sorry!  I wanted it to be a joke.  I wanted to help…”
   “Shh…it’s OK,” Nancy said gently.  “Do you have any extra diapers with you?”
   Megan nodded.  “In my purse.”
   Nancy instructed her to lie down on the grass and wait.  Megan didn’t care if she had her diaper changed in the middle of Central Park; she just wanted to be clean again.  Nancy returned quickly with a damp paper towel and a fresh diaper.  Jessica watched the situation with fascination.  She had guessed that Megan wearing diapers was some kind of stunt to outdo her, and it now seemed as if the stunt had failed.  She felt legitimately sorry for her sister.
   “I guess you aren’t used to messing yet,” she mused as Nancy began to change her.
   Megan shook her head.
   “You’re going to be doing this soon enough,” said Nancy.  “Why don’t you give a hand?”
   Jessica shrugged and aided the effort to clean her up.
   “That,” Ricard remarked.  “Is disgusting.”
   “That’s my sister,” Jessica replied indignantly.  Then, rehashing her mother’s words, “besides, you’ll be doing this soon enough.”
   Ricard shrugged and said he’d be waiting in the car.  When neither of them were looking, Megan smiled.  Jessica had, in the moment, chosen her and Nancy over him.  Things just might be OK.
   Clean, dry and diapered Megan eventually calmed down enough to say goodbye to her grandparents and apologize for her behavior.  The trip home was largely quiet and just the slightest bit uncomfortable for everyone.  Megan noticed how her mother no longer seemed quite as downtrodden.  She liked to think that was her doing.
   When they arrived home, Carrie and Stephen were sent away so that Drew and Nancy could have a talk with Megan.  They both seemed perplexed, concerned and just the slightest bit angry.
   “OK, look,” Megan explained.  “I knew what was going to happen between you and Jess, so I tried to draw some attention away.  I thought maybe…you guys wouldn’t fight as much.”
   “That’s sweet, dear,” said Nancy.  “But was this the best way you could think of?”
   Megan shrugged.
   “This isn’t something you really want to do regularly, is it?” Drew asked.
A“Yes,” Megan replied to the surprise of both her parents.  “As a matter of fact, it is.”
B“No,” she answered.  “Of course not.”  The unscripted accident had caused her feelings to change once again.
C“I don’t know,” she replied.  Her head was filled with questions and she thought it wise to talk to Helen once more before making any sudden tough decisions.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #8 on: June 17, 2011, 06:10:20 pm »

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   “I don’t know,” she replied.  Her head was filled with questions and she thought it wise to talk to Helen once more before making any sudden tough decisions.  “I think I’d better talk to Helen again.”
   “I think we’d all better,” Drew urged, letting his skepticism show.  “I want to know what kind of advice she’s giving you.”
   “I’ll see if I can get an appointment for tomorrow evening,” Nancy suggested.  All three of them found this amendable and agreed to leave it at that.
   Safe at home once more, Megan changed out of her diaper and put on regular panties.  The contrast was like night and day.  She felt nearly naked without the thick bulk surrounding her, but freer as well.  There were advantages and disadvantages to each and while she had roughly 17 years to adjust to the disadvantages of wearing underwear, she would have to adapt quickly if she wished to remain in diapers all the time.  In her mind, that was still a colossal ‘if.’
   “Hey Meg,” Carrie greeted.
  “You probably think I’m flaking out, right?”
  Carrie shrugged.  “Are you?”
  “I hope not.”
  “Well…. whatever it is, you’re still my sister.  I hate when people judge me whenever I try something new and I’m not about to do it to you.”
  “Thanks, sis.”
  “Besides, did you see the look on Ricard’s face?”
  Megan giggled.  “Yup.  And you got him pretty good with the mustard.”
  “Eh…I try.”
  Megan explained that while her plan began as a joke, she was now considering wearing diapers full time.  She confessed to liking the security and comfort they provided…although she wasn’t sure if she could get used to the idea of wetting and messing herself all the time.
  “Mom and Dad and I are going to talk to a counselor about it.  So if you see me walking around the house in just a diaper over the next few days, at least you won’t freak out.”
  “That’d be funny.  But hey…. I shouldn’t say anything.  I’m…”
  “Yes?”
  Carrie abruptly froze up.  “Nothing,” she whispered.
  “After all I just told you, you aren’t going to tell me what it is?”
  “I will,” Carrie explained.  “Eventually.”
  “Stay out of trouble, kid,” Megan urged.
  The following morning, Nancy was in fact able to secure an appointment for that evening after everyone was home from work.  Megan’s conflicted feelings about regression lay on her mental backburner all day as she returned to the pharmacy.  Surely enough, Josh commented on her ‘weird mood’ and surely enough she dismissed it as nothing.  However, she made no blunders and drew no further attention to her imminent evaluation.
  Hours later, alongside her parents in Helen Schrieber’s office, Megan began to tense up.  She felt stupid for having pulled such a ridiculous stunt and even worse for already fouling up what had the potential to be a great summer.  Helen’s initial words to her were of no support.
  “Megan, when I mentioned regressive tendencies, this was not what I had in mind.”
  “You said it was OK!” she rebutted.
  Drew looked at the counselor skeptically.
  “In small doses,” Helen corrected.
  “Great,” Megan sobbed.  “I’m a freak.”
  “Honey…” Nancy began, attempting to comfort her.
  “Quite the contrary,” Helen interjected.  “What you are describing is an acceptable form of release for many people.”
  “Mrs. Schrieber…” a concerned Drew began.
  “Please.  Helen.”
  “Helen.  Are you honestly going to tell me that my 19 year old daughter wanting to wear diapers all the time and being treated like a baby is normal?”
  “The desire to regress is not at all uncommon.  However, feelings of guilt and shame often preclude it from being acted upon.”
  Nancy seemed tentative.  “Shouldn’t there be some guilt?  I mean, I’d like to think we did a good job of raising her.  Why would she want to go back and do it again if we didn’t?”
  “That’s not it, Mom,” Megan explained.
  “This is crap,” Drew denounced.  “Total crap.”
  “Honey, you were supportive at first,” Nancy reminded him.
  “That was because I thought she had a legitimate medical problem!  Not ‘regressive tendencies’….”
  “Mr. Alder,” Helen sternly interrupted.  “You are only adding to her guilt.”
  Drew huffed and appeared cross and displeased, but said no more.
  “Megan?” Helen asked.  “Do you still wish to spend time with your friends?”
  “Yes.”
  “Are you still interested in boys?”
  “Of course.”
  “What about family?”
  “Sure.”
  “Does that strike either of you as abnormal?”
  Nancy and Drew looked at one another and shrugged.
  “I still don’t get it,” Drew affirmed.
  “It’s a conflict you’ve probably experienced yourself, albeit in different terms.”
  “I don’t think so,” he said dismissively.
  “What about the motorcycle?” Nancy asked.
  “Motorcycle?” Megan perked up.  This was news to her.
  Drew sighed.  “I was 18, maybe 19 and had just started college and I wanted to get a motorcycle.  My parents forbade it.  I kept saying, “I’m an adult!” and they kept saying “you won’t have a motorcycle as long as you are under our roof.”
  “Did this desire come to you suddenly?” Helen asked.
  “Well, no,” Drew confessed.  “I wanted one when I was 5.”
  “So in many ways, this was a childish aspiration.”
  “I suppose,” he grumbled.
  Helen smiled.  “Diapers are to Megan what the motorcycle was to you: a symbol of the past to identify with in an ever-changing present.”
  “You don’t need a helmet and a license to wear diapers,” Drew contended.
  “You could have gotten one anyway,” Nancy reminded him.  “You were always careful.”
  “I suppose you’re right,” he admitted at last.
  “Here is what I propose,” Helen suggested.  “You afford Megan one day to act out this regressive fantasy.  It is possible that once it loses its symbolic value and becomes a reality, she will no longer desire it.”
  “Isn’t it also possible she’ll want it to continue?” Nancy asked.
  “Well…yes,” Helen confessed.  “But all I ask of you right now is one day.  Does that sound fair?”
  They both agreed that it did.
  “Megan?  Is that fair to you?”
  She nodded.  The prospect of being babied for a whole day was exciting to her.  However, if something went wrong or she got sick of it, she could just as easily go back to normal the next day and never have to think of it again.  It sounded perfect.
  The three of them left Helen’s office with some semblance of closure.
  “When do you have off from work?” Nancy asked.
  “Umm…tomorrow, actually,” Megan explained.  “They are training someone new.”
  “Then I suppose we can begin this tonight.”
  “OK,” Megan replied, disguising her enthusiasm.
  “Personally, I still feel this is a bit ridiculous.  However, if we are going to try this,” Drew argued.  “Then we might as well take it seriously.  That means for the next 24 hours, you might as well be a toddler.”
  Her father’s tone made her doubtful, but Megan knew that she couldn’t back out.  “OK,” she consented.  A slow smile then spread across her face.  “I can’t believe you wanted a motorcycle.  Was it a Harley?”
  “Honda actually.  And it’s ancient history.”
  “Come on, dear,” Nancy chided.  “I hear you talking about it every now and then.”
  That night, after her siblings had gone to bed, Megan prepared herself for trial regression.  She showered and trimmed her pubic hair.  Part of her was giddy with excitement while another part was rife with doubt.  Conflicted as she was, she felt like she was a passenger on an escalator being pulled towards a higher level of self-discovery.  It was, she reckoned, how people must feel when they come out of the closet or find God or get drafted by a pro sports team.
  Her parents were waiting for her in her room with diapers in hand.
  “Do you remember the last time we did this for her?” Nancy asked.
  “Long, long ago,” Drew remarked.  “Heck, it was long, long ago when we did it for Stephen.”
  Megan blushed slightly and nervously approached.  There was a towel spread out on her bed and she was directed to lay down.  Tense at first, she was able to let herself go as her parents powdered and diapered her and tucked her into bed.
  “Comfy?” Nancy asked.
  Megan nodded.
  “Goodnight, dear,” she said, giving her a kiss on the head.
  “Sleep tight, Angel Pie,” Drew added.  Megan smiled.  He hadn’t called her that in years.
  Though she slept soundly, Megan found herself awake earlier than anticipated.  Her mother had deliberately woken her so she could change her before she went to work.
  “Ugh, Mom,” she remarked.  “I’ll change later.  Let me sleep.”
  “We had a deal,” Nancy sternly reminded her.  “Remember?”
  Megan nodded and allowed her to remove her wet diaper.  Nancy then presented her with a pacifier.
  “Where did you get that from?” Megan asked.
  “You’re sister,” Nancy explained.  She was referring to Jessica and her brief period as a raver several years ago.
  Megan nodded and gently took it in her mouth.  It felt awkward at first, but soon became strangely comforting.  Nancy wiped and powdered her and then put on not one, but two diapers.  She was told that unless it was an emergency, she was not to change herself.
  “I have to run.  Have a good day, sweetie.”
  “Thanks.  You too, Mom.”
  Diapered and with the house to herself, Megan found herself at a loss.  She thought briefly about going back to sleep, but dismissed it.  Once awake, awake she would stay.  However, she hadn’t a clue what to do.  She was supposed to be playing the part of a baby, but she didn’t even know where to begin.
  “Um…. OK,” she remarked to no one in particular.  “Lil’ help here?”
  The double-thick diapers really pushed her legs apart, causing her to waddle as she walked.  They were also loud, bulky and obvious.  At the same time, they were very soft and supportive.  Megan briefly considered getting dressed but then realized that she WAS dressed.  It was not uncommon for babies to wander around in just their diapers, especially on a warm, late-Spring day.  Besides, this was one of the few opportunities she would ever have to wear just her diapers; she might as well take advantage of it.
  A bowl of cereal and a half-hour of cartoons later, Megan was bored.  She lay on her back in her room, playing with her breasts and tapping her fingers against the crinkly plastic of her diaper.  Was this all that babies did?  If so, she understood why most people chose to stay grown up.  Feeling restless, she wanted to go out and do something.  However, she knew she couldn’t…. not as long as she was thickly diapered.
  The urge to pee finally came and Megan instinctively rose to use the bathroom.  Forcing herself to forget her training, she lay back down and gripped the sides of the bed.  It took her awhile to relax, but she soon found herself wetting her diapers.  It was an odd sensation, like a warm, wet kiss in her nether region.  As long as she didn’t think of the wetness as urine, she felt she would be more than OK with it.
  The phone rang and Megan the baby quickly changed into Megan the 19-year old.  It was Sabrina.  She wanted to know if Megan wanted to go swimming now that the town pool was open.
  “I don’t know,” Megan remarked.  “A lot of 13 year old jerks hang around there.”
  “Duh…they’d still be in school.”
  “Oh yeah…forgot all about that.  Hehe.”
  “Besides, there’s some cute guys too.”
  “And I really wanna try out that bikini.”
  “So?”
A“I’m there,” Megan replied.  She opted to put her babyhood on hold for the time being, showered and got ready.  Besides, she thought she would be home before her parents could find out.
B“Not today,” she said dejectedly.  She did, after all, agree to try it for a whole day.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #9 on: June 17, 2011, 06:11:33 pm »

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   “Not today,” she said dejectedly.  She did, after all, agree to try it for a whole day.
   “OK.  Catch you later.”
   “Byers.”
   Megan felt guilty about not being able to tell her best friend her reason for not going out.  Despite Helen’s assurances and her parents’ support, part of her still found it embarrassing.  She knew that she would have to conquer that part, especially if she wanted to wear full time.  She also knew she wouldn’t be able to lead a double life.  She would have to tell everyone.  Des.  Sabrina.  Josh.  Even Ted.  Though Josh held the power to get her fired, it was Ted’s reaction she feared most.  He was still her measuring stick and she was loath to miss the mark.
   The dampness in Megan’s diaper was quickly forgotten and she moved on to some journal-writing.  As she struggled to enumerate the plethora of feelings she was experiencing, another old habit came back.  Megan soon found herself biting her nails.  Fearing she would wear them down to mere stubs, she reached for her pacifier and popped it into her mouth.  Let her teeth assail that for the time being.
   “Ugh.  Me bored,” she exclaimed when she could write no more.  Megan desperately wanted to go outside and play.  However, she knew that exposing herself would be folly.  And yet if she dressed, she would likely forget she was in baby mode and be tempted to head out.  Besides, she doubted she had anything that would fit over her double thick diapers.
   After a moment’s contemplation, she settled on an overlong, baggy t-shirt she picked up at the campus bookstore a few weeks back.  Kylie had joked that there was room enough in the shirt for both of them.  It would do a sufficient job of covering her diapers and still allow her to feel suitably babyish.  She slid on a pair of sandals to complete her ensemble and examined herself in the mirror.  She thought she looked unbelievably cute.
   Before heading out, Megan grabbed a banana and a glass of juice.  Her mother had neglected to get her a bottle.  In time, Megan thought.  In time.
   In the privacy of her backyard under the midday sun, Megan found herself lost in the throes of her own imagination.  Her diapers did an ample job of cushioning her butt from the pointy grass and she was able to make herself comfortable.  She imagined that before her was a golden plate on which lay several eggs.  These, however, were no ordinary eggs.  One was laid by a golden goose and would make all her dreams come true.  Another was the egg of a vulture and could mean death.  She imagined that her friends were around her, encouraging her to make her pick….
   It had been years since she thought of, let alone played, the Egg Game.  That was odd, considering when she was younger, she played it constantly.  She played it with her sisters.  She played it with her friends.  She even played it with Shawn Means, who lived down the street from her and could be a real jerk sometimes but was sweet underneath and she might have had a crush on at one point.  The Egg Game, which was played with a set of brightly colored plastic eggs, was her escape for many years.  Bad day at school?  Upset because Alison Dowry didn’t invite her to her birthday party?  Didn’t matter; the Egg Game let her be whatever and whoever she wanted…albeit for a couple of minutes at any rate.
   Megan took a deep breath and sighed.  She looked at her 19-year-old hands and thickly diapered crotch in disbelief.  It was an acute form of future shock, as if she expected herself to be only 6 and wearing Minnie Mouse panties.
   “Freaky,” she remarked.  Even Stephen wouldn’t remember (or wouldn’t want to, as he was often an unwilling participant) the egg game if asked about it.  As for Shawn, the last she heard, he had enlisted in the Army.
   Refocusing, Megan let herself go once more.  This time, Ted’s was among the menagerie of faces by her side.  It was impossible, of course, as she had not known him then.  But it was her daydream and, of course, he belonged.
   “Choose that one,” he encouraged, his easy smile lulling her into making an even easier decision.
   Megan was brought back to reality once more.  This time, it was her bowels and not her consciousness that stirred her.  She rose and began walking back towards the house, only to have her bowels empty about halfway.  Megan stopped and fretted.  It was very disconcerting to her.  After all, she practically never had a messing accident in her life.  And yet, ever since putting on a diaper, her body had been cutting loose whenever it damn pleased.  Maybe it knew something she didn’t.
   “Ewww….gross!” she remarked, and stormed inside to change.  Playtime was most definitely over.
   Another thought crossed Megan’s mind and she just as soon wished she hadn’t opened this can of worms to begin with.  What if wearing diapers all the time led to more accidents?  She didn’t know if she could deal with constantly wetting and messing herself, or relying on someone else to change her.  The thought of being out in public with a full load in her diaper was absolutely mortifying.  Maybe it was time for her to rethink this experiment.
   Rather than change right away, Megan opted to sit in her mess.  It wasn’t pleasant and it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable, but as long as she was still considering diapers, she had to consider all that came with it.  After awhile, Megan was ready to scrap the whole idea.  She had wet again and her diapers were almost unbearably smelly and uncomfortable.  She felt bored, isolated and inadequate.  Being able to relax was one thing, being made helpless in a situation like this was something else entirely.
   Megan showered and treated herself to a nice long bath.  She was sure to triple-bag her dirty diaper and bury it deep at the bottom of the trash.  After what she had just went through, another diaper was the last thing Megan wanted to wear.  She remembered the deal she made with her parents and groaned.  It wouldn’t be fair to them if she quit now.  After all, they were going to great lengths to support something she wanted….or thought she wanted at any rate.  Sighing, Megan diapered herself once more.
   Nancy came home from work to find her daughter still diapered, but irritable and cranky.  Megan refused many of her motherly overtures and was content to sit in a corner and sulk.
   “You know,” Nancy remarked with a half-smile.  “Little girls who don’t behave themselves might just have to be spanked.”
   “Go ahead,” Megan sourly replied.
   “Honey, what’s wrong?  Things not working out the way you expected?”
   Megan nodded.
   “Helen said this might happen….”
   “I know.  And it was fun…. for a little bit.  But now it’s like, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’”
   “Forgive me for still being in the novelty phase,” said Nancy.  “But I think it’s cute.”
   “You’re not the one wearing a diaper, Mother.”
   “Stop that,” Nancy snapped.  Then, under her breath she added, “You’re sounding like Jess.”
   “Sorry,” she replied blandly.
   “It’s better that you found out now than later.”
   “Yeah…I guess.”
    “Things in life aren’t always going to turn out the way you want, Megan.”
   “I know, Mom.  I just wanted something…you know, for me.”
   “And I’m sure you’ll find it.  Someday.”
   Megan wore her diapers for the rest of the day, as promised.  She took some teasing from Stephen, who was glad to not have to be the baby of the family for once.  Carrie tried to be supportive, but even she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her big sister sucking on a paci and playing with toys she found in the attic. 
   There were moments, like the experience she had had outside, in which Megan was able to let herself go.  Yet on the whole, she could not convince herself.  She could never be a baby again or even a little girl; she would just be a college student playing the part.  And once she got past thinking it was cute or exciting, she came to realize it was in many ways pathetic and sad.  She should be looking forward, not back.  Thought she felt like an old lady at times, she still realized that most of her life lay ahead of her.  Her mother was right: someday she would find whatever it was she was looking for.  However, it wouldn’t be today and it wouldn’t be diapers.
   Diapered and lying in bed that night, Megan tried to remember the last time she felt ‘normal.’  She couldn’t.  Even before she came home, there were restless nights and slight, but significant changes.  On impulse, she reached for her journal and jotted down a quick entry.
 
I’m not going to worry anymore.  What happens, happens.  I’ll probably still wet the bed, but I don’t need to make a big deal out of it.    And if I feel like sucking on my thumb every once in awhile, so what?  I’m not the only person who does it.  I don’t have to pretend.  If I’m not gonna be really happy either way, I might as well be me.  Besides, something might come along.  Who knows?  I didn’t expect this, but here I am…. diapers and all.  It’s late and I’m tired.  Nite-nite.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #10 on: June 17, 2011, 06:12:45 pm »

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   “I’m there,” Megan replied.  She opted to put her babyhood on hold for the time being, showered and got ready.  Besides, she thought she would be home before her parents could find out.
   While waiting for Sabrina to arrive, Megan admired herself in the mirror.  The bikini was taut and sleek, worlds removed from the unstylish bulk of her diapers.  The diapers made her seem cute and playful; the bikini sent a far less innocuous message.  Megan knew then and there that she could not choose between one side or the other.  The best she could hope for was a compromise.  She slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt over her bathing suit, donned her sandals, grabbed a towel and went on her merry way.
   Surely enough, Sabrina’s convertible was parked right outside her house.  Sabrina sat behind the wheel with her feet on the dashboard, playing with her cell phone while waiting for Megan to arrive.  She had an orange halter-top and khaki shorts on over her bikini and had opted to go barefoot.
   “I hope you don’t plan on driving like that,” Megan teased.
   Sabrina took her feet off the dashboard and glared.  “Happy now?”
   “Oh yes.  Very.  So is Des coming?”
   Sabrina shrugged.  “Her mom’s pissed at her again.”
   “Pedro?”
   “That and some other shit.  Still, she might be able to tag along.”
   They stopped in front of Desiree’s house and gave the horn two quick honks.  A moment later, the girl emerged wearing a frown and a purple bikini.
   “You put some clothes on over that!” her mother yelled from inside the house.
   “Whatever,” Des groaned, climbing into the car.
   “Should I not even ask?” Megan questioned.
   Des nodded and Sabrina floored the accelerator.  A moment or two later, the public pool was within their sights.  As it was a weekday and school had not yet let out, it was free from the congestion that would soon plague it in later weeks.  The three girls piled out of the car, held up their passes and walked on in.
   “Damn…. don’t see him anywhere,” Sabrina remarked.
   “Who?” asked Des.
   “I know who,” Megan said with a broad grin.  “It’s Snack Stand Boy, isn’t it?”
   Sabrina gave no answer.
   “I remember last summer you must have had a zillion hot dogs,” Megan continued to tease.  “Just to flirt with him.  Oooh Snack Stand Boy, give it to me.  Yeah!”
   “He has a name.  It’s Curt.” Sabrina replied.  “Besides, you were checking him out too.”
   “Was not….”
   “Forget Curt,” Des interrupted.  “Check out the new lifeguard.”
   The girls looked towards the pool to see a statuesque young lifeguard standing watch.
   “Nu-uh,” Sabrina said doubtfully.  “No way.  He’s got to be taken.  Either taken or gay.”
   “You’re such a pessimist,” Megan remarked.
   “Fine…if you think you have a shot, why don’t you try to reel him in?”
   “I can’t,” Megan remarked shyly.  “Besides, you’re better looking than me.”
   “At least let him get a good look at you,” Des suggested.
   Megan found this amendable.  The girls claimed a table near the pool, set down their towels, stripped down to their bikinis and dove on in.  The sun was warm and bright, but the water was refreshingly cool.  Megan enjoyed the pool’s relative emptiness.  Swimming with her family had not been fun: Stephen liked to splash and start water fights and Carrie fancied herself a diver.  They were in school, however, and she was here.
   The lifeguard was chatting with a friend but remained facing the pool.  It was too bad, Megan thought, as she would have liked a quick peek at his ass.  Instead, she opted to wait until he was watching again and then swim on by.  In the meantime, she surveyed her fellow swimmers.  There were a few girls her age, some of whom were also eying the lifeguard.  There were young men swimming laps down by the far end, perhaps trying to impress the girls who paid them no mind.  There were a few seniors who all appeared to be in good health.  Lastly, there were mothers and their babies.  Children of no more than three or four with floating devices on their arms were being taught how to swim.  Some embraced it eagerly, others were reluctant.
   The lifeguard’s friend walked away and Megan swam towards him.  When she was sure he was looking, she lifted her head, whipped her damp hair around and smiled at him.  He returned the smile, but made no effort to converse.  So much for that, she thought, and returned to her previous position.
   One of the tykes on the shallow end was having a conniption.  A fair-haired little boy apparently had refused to go into the water despite his mother’s urgings for him to do so.
   “No, mommy!” he whined.  “I’m scared.”
   “Brady, there is absolutely nothing for you to be scared about,” the mother sternly rebuked.  “Your sister isn’t afraid to be in the water and she’s in diapers.  Maybe you should be too if you are going to be acting like this.”
   “Noooo!” Brady whined again.  His eyes began to tear.  Sighing, his mother scooped up his sister and emerged from the pool.  She then seized his hand and began to drag him away with poor Brady bawling all the while.
   Megan couldn’t help but smile.  She knew a nostalgic moment when she saw one.  Someday, that kid would grow up to be big and strong and his mother would bring up the infamous time he was afraid to be in the pool.  As funny as it was, she tried to place herself in his shoes.  He was only about four or so, no longer a baby but not old enough to play with the bigger kids.  Stuck between ages, confused.  She imagined that he’d want to prove himself, but that he really is scared.  What if he gets in there and drowns?  What if he pees himself?  The threat of being put back in diapers does nothing for his confidence, but does get the point across: he’s acting like a baby.  His mother is right there.  She wouldn’t let anything happen to him.  He needs to take the chance.  Someday he will…but not today.
   A whistle went off and Megan snapped back to reality.  The lap swimmers on the far end had gotten into some kind of argument and were now being pulled apart.  Megan wondered what (or who) they were fighting over.  She…
   “Oh crap!” she muttered.  The water around her had taken on a slightly different color.  She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that she had an accident…. in a public pool of all places.  Pretty soon, people would take their attention off the divers…. and turn it to her.  Panic stormed at the gates of her self-control, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and be calm.  Quickly, but confidently, she emerged from the pool, grabbed her things and headed into the showers.
   Even with a towel wrapped around her, everything felt cold and wet.  Everything…. except for her crotch, which was surprisingly warm.  How had she not realized that she had to go?  Was it the water everywhere?  Was it her fantasy?  Was it being in diapers the past few days?  Whatever the reason was, it was disconcerting in the extreme.
   Megan never much liked public showers, but on this occasion she had no choice.  Just to be on the safe side, she walked to the last shower stall on the end.  Just as she was about to turn on the water, she heard footsteps behind her..
   “Hey,” a voice called.
   “Sorry, this one’s in use,” Megan replied.
   “I said I’m talking to you!” the voice snapped.  Megan felt a hand fall upon her shoulder and she was whirled around.  She soon found herself staring into the angry, hateful eyes of Deanna Vasco.  Behind her stood her sister, Lena.
   The Vasco clan was generally regarded as being a bunch of troublemakers.  Megan remembered seeing Deanna’s name on the detention list all throughout middle school.  In high school, a few rumors circulated.  Some were true, others were probably gross distortions of fact.  They said she beat up boys.  They said she was on heroin.  They said a lot, and Megan never really bothered to care if it was true or not.  Talk was cheap.
   More than two years later, Megan now found herself cornered by this reputed sociopath.  As her mind scrambled for a how or a why, Deanna filled in all the blanks.
   “I saw what you did,” she said in a low growl.
   “Huh?”
   “Huh,” Lena echoed.  She was two years younger and of the same pedigree.  Carrie had named her as one of the few constants in Saturday detention.
   “You peed in the pool,” Deanna accused.
   “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Megan replied.  If things got bad, she could always yell.  Then again, there was no guarantee anyone would hear her.  Why did she have to pick the last stall?
   Suddenly, Deanna seized her wrists and pressed them against the wall.
   “Hey!” she yelped as Lena reached in and rubbed her thumb against her crotch.  She then withdrew it and sniffed it.
   “Smells like piss to me,” she said and then pressed it against Megan’s face.  “Does that smell like piss to you?”
   Megan nodded.  Anything to get rid of these psychos.  She’d get them banned from the pool for good.  Frankly, she was surprised that they weren’t already.
   “Pissing in the pool is fucking disgusting,” Deanna uttered, spitting on her in the process.  “People have to swim there.  Me and Lena have to swim there.”
   “Yeah, well, I’m sorry,” Megan mumbled.  She was losing her patience.  “Now would you get off of me?”
   “Let’s teach this bitch a lesson,” Lena snarled.
   Megan opened her mouth to scream for help, but Lena quickly clamped her hand over it.  She was able to wiggle free, but before she could move anywhere, Deanna had a knife out.
   “I carry this in case any perverts try to touch me in the pool,” she explained.  Megan wondered who would WANT to.  “It cut’s real good.”
   Megan nodded.  She was scared now.  Were they going to cut her?  Ugh….she just wanted to go home!
   “Turn around and face the wall,” Deanna instructed.
   Megan did so, leaving herself feeling vulnerable and exposed.
   “What are you…” she began to ask.
   That was when Lena smacked her.  “Unless you want more, shut the fuck up.”
   Megan nodded and closed her eyes.  Her heart was pounding and she was breathing fast.  Tears would probably come soon and that would make it worse.  She hoped that Sabrina or Des had noticed her absence and would come looking for her.  Hopefully, they’d bring help.
   Her hope evaporated the minute Deanna cut her bikini off.  Another rumor had it that she was a dyke.  Megan began to wish she had paid more attention to that one.
   “Please don’t,” she whimpered, fearing she would be smacked again.  Instead, Lena merely laughed and shoved Megan’s bikini-bottoms into her mouth.  She nearly choked and tried to spit them out, but Lena held them firmly in place.
   “How do you like the taste of your own pee?” she teased.
   Tears were streaming down Megan’s face.  She felt as if she was going to be sick.  It only got worse when one of the girls began whipping her with her own bikini top.
   “Whip her fat ass!” Deanna encouraged.  Megan yelped as the wet fabric stung her bottom time and time again.
   “I saw her checking out that lifeguard,” Lena remarked.  “Like she had a chance with him!”
   They continued to torment her for what seemed like in eon (in actuality, the whole ordeal lasted under five minutes).  When at last they were finished, Megan sank to the floor on her knees, still crying and very, very shaken.
   “Don’t you go telling anyone,” Deanna instructed, showing her the knife once more.  The girls snickered and disappeared.
   Megan finally found the strength to get back up.  She showered and dressed in her shorts and shirt.  She discarded the now-ruined bikini and sought out her friends.  Though she vowed to keep it to herself (at least for the time being) worry was printed firmly across her face.
   “Gah, I thought I was pissed,” Des remarked.  “What happened to you?”
   “Nothing,” Megan replied blankly.
   She zoned in and out of a conversation, replaying the attack in her mind the whole way home.  Her friends asked her repeatedly if she was OK, but she would not break her silence.
   Once safely indoors, Megan ran up to her room, put on a diaper and got into bed.  She tried to think of something else, anything else, but the only thought that came was that she was stupid.  The whole thing never would have happened if she stayed at home and left her diapers on.  Maybe she really was a baby who needed to be looked after.
   She had been lying awake for quite awhile when her mother came in to check on her.
   “Hi mom,” she said in a toneless voice.
   Nancy immediately knew something was wrong.
   Megan
ATold her everything.
BShrugged it off.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #11 on: June 17, 2011, 06:13:16 pm »

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   Megan told her everything.  Shame loomed large upon her troubled head and fear of Deanna’s threat nearly made her choke on her words, but somehow she found the strength to overcome.  After all the panicking and pandemonium she had endured over the past few weeks, she hoped she would soon develop immunity to such chaos.  All her years of a relatively peaceful, quiet existence were being atoned for in a matter of days.
   Turning slowly towards her mother and looking her squarely in the eye, she began to speak.  “I was attacked.”
   Nancy seemed incredulous at first and then horrified.  “My God, Megan!  Are you OK?  How did they get into the house?”
   “It wasn’t in the house,” Megan continued.  “I went to the pool.”
   “The pool?” Nancy asked.
   Megan began to feel ashamed.  Her parents had expected her to uphold her end of the bargain and she had failed them.  And while she had paid dearly for it, the guilt would not go away.
   Megan nodded.  “Me and Sabrina and Des.  We were having a good time…and then, I don’t know what happened…. I…. I guess I wet myself.  I didn’t think anyone saw, but then when I got to the shower…”
   “Slow down,” Nancy said, delicately placing her hands upon her daughter’s shoulders.  This news had shaken her, but she had to appear strong for Megan’s shake.  “You weren’t….”
   “No, Mom, I wasn’t raped,” Megan revealed.  Nancy breathed a sigh of relief.  “It was a girl who did it.  Two of them.  They had a knife.”
   “Show me.  Where did they cut you?”
   “They didn’t.  They said they would if I told.”
   Now Nancy appeared befuddled.  “What exactly did they do to you?”
   Megan indicated the red blotch on her cheek where Lena had slapped her.  She then slowly pulled her diaper down and revealed a series of marks on her buttocks and lower back.  She omitted the part where she was forced to suck on her pee-soaked bikini, as she did not want to upset her mother any further.
   “Why didn’t you tell anyone about this?” Nancy asked, appearing suddenly angry for the first time.
   “They had already left,” Megan explained.  “It was embarrassing.  And….I guess I was a little bit scared.”
   “You could have gotten help.  Those girls never should have been able to get away.”
   “Mom…”
   “Carrie and Stephen will be home soon.  Stay here while I call your father.”
   “Mom, please don’t make a big deal out of this,” Megan pleaded.  She had already been dumped by Ted, involved in a near car accident and been observed behaving strangely on several occasions.  She didn’t know how much more infamy her name could stand.
   Diapered and lying in bed, Megan attempted to compose her thoughts.  It seemed lately like she couldn’t get through a whole day without something going horribly wrong.  Was she cursed?  Was God punishing her?  This was supposed to be HER day to enjoy herself, and now it was ruined.  It wasn’t fair!  Megan began to wish she really was a toddler.  Then at least she could feel more comfortable in throwing a tantrum.
   Carrie and Stephen came bustling in shortly thereafter and Megan threw a sheet over herself.  Even after the Memorial Day debacle, she didn’t feel like showing off her diapers in front of them.
   “Is Mom still on the phone?” she asked Carrie as she passed by her room.
   “Yup.  Hey, are you sick or something?”
   Megan shrugged.  “I hope not.”
   “Me too.  I have some tough exams coming up and I might need your help.”
   “Sure thing...if I actually remember anything from high school.”
   This was assurance enough for Carrie and she retired to her room to study.  Megan tried to put the day’s catastrophe behind her, but it would not go quietly.  The accident, the attack and little Brady were cruelly jumbled together in her mind. Things had been fine one minute; disastrous the next.  She couldn’t deal with that kind of insecurity.  It was too much for her to bear.
   When Nancy returned from her phone calls, she still seemed a trifle upset.
   “I spoke to your father,” she explained.  “It upset him…probably even more than it did me.”
   “I told you not to make a big deal out of it,” Megan countered.  Was she the only one who wanted it to go away?
   “He wanted to go to the police,” Nancy continued.
   “The police?!” Megan replied, alarmed and confused.
   Nancy sighed.  “You forget that your father is not a woman.  He doesn’t understand how embarrassing something like this can be.  I told him that we should leave it up to you.”
   Megan bit her lip in contemplation.  She wanted to get revenge on Lena and Deanna, she really did.  However, that would involve filling out a report, answering questions and reliving the incident again and again when all she wanted to do was put it to rest.
   “I’ll have to think about it,” she said at last.
   “There is something else we need to talk about,” Nancy said gravely.
   “Yeah?  What?” Megan replied.
   “You broke our deal, Megan.  You weren’t supposed to go out.”
   “Believe me, Mom, if I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have.”
   “That isn’t the point and you know it.”
   “I wanted to go swimming,” Megan retorted.  “Is that a crime?”
   “It couldn’t have waited until another time?”
   “Yeah, well, I sure paid for it, huh.”
   “That isn’t fair,” Nancy snapped.  “Don’t you dare put this on yourself.”
   “I’m not, Mom.  You are.”
   Nancy shook her head and cleared her throat.  “We are going to see to it that this does not happen again.”
   Megan raised an eyebrow.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”
   “We’ll discuss this later.”
   As Nancy left her, she began to ponder her cryptic final statement.  Did that mean they would be taking legal action against Deanna?  Or did it mean she wouldn’t be allowed to go to the pool?  Maybe it meant that she would be watched with a closer eye.  Megan had no reason to fear her parents, but that statement caused her to worry.  What the hell did they have in store for her?
   Tired of lying in bed and sulking, Megan found her baggiest pair of shorts and put them on over her diaper.  The fit was tight and her butt bulged out, but she doubted Carrie or Stephen would notice.  She knew she owed Des and Sabrina an explanation, but she decided to put that call off until later.  In the meantime, she wandered into the kitchen in search of a snack.
   “We’ll be eating soon,” Nancy revealed.
   “So?” Megan replied, reaching for a cookie regardless.  She caught her mother’s disgusted look out of the corner of her eye.
   Not long afterwards, Drew arrived home.  There was a look of concern about his face, which gradually evaporated when Megan bid him hello.  As the family sat down to eat, tension joined the scent of oregano in the air.  Nancy and Drew got on Carrie’s case about making good grades on her finals and pestered Stephen about neglecting to get a friend an appropriate birthday gift.  That they left Megan more or less alone bothered her.  She knew something was coming and she just wished they’d get it over with already.
   The other shoe fell not long after dinner, when Drew and Nancy told Megan they would like to have a talk with her.  Megan was inclined to tell them to wait, as she had to use the bathroom and did not want to crap in her diaper in their presence, if she had to at all.  Yet the urgency in their voices made her put her bodily needs on hold.  She did not recognize it at first, but she supposed she was in some sort of trouble.  It was not her usual position: Jess had been the problem child when she lived here and Carrie and Stephen had done a good job of inheriting her mantle.  Megan was always the good kid…or so she thought.
   Drew began by declaring how upset he was to hear that she had been attacked.  He explained that family was the most important thing in the world to him and Megan believed him.  He repeated his suggestion that they go to the police and Megan again stalled him on it.  After tap-dancing around it for several minutes, they got to the real issue.
   “We had a deal,” Drew said.  “And you broke it.”
   Megan rolled her eyes.  “How many times can I say I’m sorry?”
   “This was important to you,” said Nancy.  “Now it’s important to us too.”
   “Huh?”
   “You’ve been acting strange lately,” Drew remarked.  “You seem very moody, very upset.”
   Megan shrugged.
   “Come on, Megan.  Can you honestly tell us that you’ve been happy?”
   “OK, maybe I haven’t.” Megan confessed.  “And I thought maybe me wearing diapers would fix it, but now I don’t think so.”
   “It’s not a question of what you want,” Nancy explained.  “It’s what you need.”
   Now Megan was really confused.  What were they talking about?
   “I’ll admit, I wasn’t too keen on the idea at first,” Drew explained.  “But when your mother called me…it really made me think.”
   “What are you guys talking about?” Megan asked.
   “Diapers, Megan,” Nancy replied.  “And you wearing them full time.”
   Her jaw dropped.  There had to be some mistake.  “But I don’t need to.”
   “You’re an adult,” said Drew.  “And neither of us can change that.  And we’re not going to force you either.  But, all things considered, and after a lot of thought, we think the best thing for you would be for you to let us baby you.”
   “Because its for my own good?  Is that it?”
   “You are our daughter,” Nancy told her.  “And you always will be.  And we won’t lose you.”
   Megan was beginning to wonder if they had gone nuts.
   “Lose me?!” she exclaimed.  “Jesus, I was beat up a little.  It wasn’t like I was freaking shot!”
   “What about the car accident?  What about what might happen tomorrow?  Or the day after that?”
   “There’s so much out there that we can’t protect you from,” said Drew.  “But we should be able to do whatever we can.”
   “At least until you are yourself again,” Nancy urged.
   Megan took a deep breath.  As much of a shock as it was, it did make sense.  They wanted to protect her and she knew that at least a part of her wanted to be protected.  However, as her impromptu trip to the pool proved, it would be a difficult adjustment.  But she felt she could handle it.  Couldn’t she.

A“I don’t think so,” she said hesitantly.  She’d file the damn report, but she wasn’t going to let her parents baby her again.
B“OK,” she relented, at odds ends with the alternatives.  “Fine.  Let’s give it a try.”
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #12 on: June 17, 2011, 06:14:33 pm »

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   “OK,” she relented, at odds ends with the alternatives.  “Fine.  Let’s give it a try.”
   Nancy smiled and Drew nodded.  It was what they had wanted to hear.
   “What do I have to do, exactly?” Megan asked.
   “You will have a bedtime and a curfew,” Nancy explained.  “If you decide to go somewhere, we would like to know where you go and who you are with.”
   “I know that seems like a lot to ask,” Drew continued.  “But when you consider the alternatives…well…”
   Megan shrugged.  She wasn’t much of a night owl and she was pretty sure this wasn’t going to get in her way (and if it did, she’d simply work her away around it).
   “Fair enough.”
   “If you need anything, Megan,” Nancy told her.  “Anything at all, we are here for you.”
   Megan shrugged.  “You guys are always there for me.”
   “We try to be,” Drew said.  “But as a 19 year old, I know it must be embarrassing to turn to your parents for certain things.”
   “Dad….”
   “No, it’s OK.  I’ve been there myself.  All we are saying is that you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
   “Thanks,” Megan answered, smiling warmly.  “What about my diapers?”
   “What about them?” Drew echoed with a hint of distaste.
   “Well…I think it would be best if you continued to wear them until you sop having accidents.  Dr. Hardy did not find anything physically wrong with you, so it is a safe bet that this is all a byproduct of stress.”
   “Do I have to use them though?” Megan asked.
   “We couldn’t impose that upon you if we wanted to,” Drew told her.  “That…remains up to you.”
   “Although, it does seem like a waste otherwise,” Nancy remarked under her breath.
   “Can I change myself at least?”
   “I don’t see why not.”
   “But if you want either of us to do it,” Nancy reminded her.  “Just ask.”
   “Thanks, Mom.”
   Megan leaned in to hug her parents.  As she did so, she relaxed the rigid posture she had been purposefully maintaining throughout the conversation.  Before she could even think about finding another way to stop it, her bowels relaxed and she filled her diaper.  Shamed by her flatulence and lack of control, Megan abruptly pulled away and cast her gaze down low.
   “It’s OK,” Nancy comforted, noting the panic in her eyes.  She wasn’t expecting Megan to mess herself either, but after her whole spiel about being there for her, now was no time to not lend support.
   “No it’s not,” she sulked.
   “Megan, why don’t you come here a minute,” Drew quietly urged.
   She hesitantly approached and he pulled down her shorts and placed her firmly upon his lap.
   “Dad…”  She felt vulnerable and scared.
   “I don’t know if you remember,” he said.  “But you used to sit on my lap and I used to read to you all the time.”
   “That was Mom.”
   “No,” Nancy interjected.  “On nights when you couldn’t sleep, it was your father.”
   “So?”
   “So.  You had dirty diapers then and it didn’t bother me, just as it won’t bother me now.  You are my daughter, Megan, and nothing is going to change that.”
   Megan gradually relaxed and allowed her father to comfort her.  She hardly even flinched when Nancy called her siblings down.
   “Who ripped one?” Stephen remarked in reaction to the smell.  When he noticed Megan in diapers sitting on their father’s lap, he burst out into laughter.  Carrie appeared a moment later, no less surprised but considerably more tactful.
   “What’s going on?” she asked.
   “Your sister is going to be wearing diapers for awhile,” Drew stated.  “And I don’t want either of you to give her a hard time about it.”
   This caveat did not deter Stephen, who only continued to find it uproariously hysterical.  And who wouldn’t?  His big sister, who did a fair amount of bossing around when she was home, was now diapered and being cuddled like a baby.
   “Wait until Billy hears about this,” he said under his breath.
   “You won’t breath a word of this to Billy or anyone else,” Nancy sternly rebuked.  “Unless you would like to join her.”
   This threat was sufficient enough to quell his laughter and bring about acute embarrassment.  “Sorry,” he said, hanging his head.
   “The same goes for you, Carrie.”
   She rolled her eyes.  “I wasn’t going to say anything, Mom!”
   “Watch the attitude,” Drew cautioned.  Disgusted, she retreated to her room once again.  Stephen lingered a moment longer, captivated by the amount of attention Megan was receiving.  And while he was overwhelmingly glad he didn’t have to wear diapers, he found himself the slightest bit jealous.
   Megan was held and cuddled for what seemed like a very long time.  At long last, she was cleaned up and had her diapers changed before being tucked into bed.
   “Not going to read to me?” Drew teased her father.
   “You’re old enough to do that yourself.”
   “Drew…” Nancy cautioned.
   He sighed.  “What would you like me to read to you?”
   “I was just joking,” said Megan.
   “Well now I’m not.”
   She shrugged.
   “OK,” he retorted.  “How about the story of the accountant and his lovely wife and children…”
   Megan slept pleasantly that night and awoke feeling invigorated.  That she had gone to sleep at an earlier hour than usual may have had something to do with it.  Or, perhaps it was all the time she spent in bed over the course of the past few days.  Whatever the cause, she finally felt well rested and ready and to take on the world.
   Her diaper was wet, of course, but that had become second nature to her by now.  She merely accepted the fact that she would wake up wet and was thankful she did not mess in her sleep as well.  Megan had work that day, but there was still a little time to kill before she was expected in at Bledsoe’s.  Waddling in her diaper, she went to grab a bite to eat and noticed that her mom had left her a note.  It let her know that she would be working late and asked Megan to keep an eye on her siblings when she got out of work and they returned from school.  Megan knew that Carrie and Stephen could take care of themselves but thought the note was a nice touch.  It made her feel as if she was still a capable adult.
   Following her shower, Megan found herself at a crossroads.  She didn’t really want to wear a diaper to work nor did she want to go against her parents’ wishes or have any more accidents.  Ingenuity struck her and she compromised.  Using a pair of scissors, she took one of her diapers and cut away the plastic backing.  She then took the inner shell and placed it inside a pair of panties.  It wouldn’t save her if she soaked herself, but it would stop minor leakage.  Plus, getting rid of the noisy plastic saved her the embarrassment of alerting the world that yes; she was in fact wearing diapers.
   “Thank God,” Natalie remarked when Megan walked through the door.
   “Why?” Megan asked.  “What’s going on?”
   “Vern.  He’s REALLY pissed this time.  Josh is trying to talk to him right now.  Maybe he can calm him down.”
   “That’s enough, Josh!” Vern bellowed.  “Say another word and I’ll fire you.  See that I don’t.  You aren’t expendable!”
   Josh emerged from the back looking like a prizefighter that had lasted one too many rounds.  He bid Megan a brief hello and took his place behind a register.
   “Problems?” she asked.
   He shrugged and brushed it off.  “Speaking of which, you finally seem up to snuff today.”
   She giggled.  “I try.”
   “Well…maybe you can try stocking the magazine rack.”
   Megan nodded.  It was easy work.  Every once in awhile, she would see a guy looming over her shoulder to get a peak at the new Maxim.  While she found it amusing at first, it quickly wore thin.  It nearly made her jealous, too.  She wished guys would stare at her like that.  While she realized she was no Elle Macpherson, it dismayed her that the only purpose she served was as an obstruction to their viewing pleasure; an object they had to look over to get a glance at their cover beauties.
   Lunch break came and Megan was relieved.  She sojourned to the fast food place and noted that Ted’s friend was markedly absent.  With all that was going on, she hadn’t thought much about Ted lately.  He probably hadn’t thought much about her either, seeing as how he had a girlfriend it all.  No matter, Megan thought.  I’m finally over him.  In fact, she was going to enlist Sabrina’s help to try to find a guy sometime in the near future.  And yet…over him or not, once he entered her mind, Ted simply would not leave.  She owed him a call, at least.
   Megan snuck off into the bathroom to check the condition of her diaper.  She was relieved to find it dry.  Maybe she wasn’t losing control after all.  Then again, there had been plenty of proof to the contrary.
   The second half of her shift found her stocking cosmetics and inanely attempting to locate a shade of lipstick that she was fairly sure didn’t exist for a very persistent customer.  Vern, embittered that Ernie Kovac at the store two towns over had won the Bledsoe’s Manager of the Month award, continued to get on everyone’s case.  Even Josh, timid and levelheaded most of the time, began to become annoyed.
   “I should have gone in with my buddy Dave when I had the chance,” he mumbled.
   “What are you talking about?” Natalie asked.
   “Copying and printing.  He has his own business and does fairly well.  He wanted me to be his partner, but alas I declined.  I thought I could do better.”
   “You are doing better,” Megan teased.  “Your friend Dave doesn’t have us around.”
   Josh groaned.  “A vacation is definitely in the cards.”
   “RAUL!” Vern bellowed.
   Even though she didn’t work the full day, Megan was exhausted when she got home.  She knew Vern would cool down eventually.  She also knew she couldn’t take many more days like the one she just had.  She took off her shoes, put her feet up and began to doze off.
   Megan had not yet napped five minutes when she was stirred by the ringing of her phone.
   “Hello,” she answered groggily.
   “Hey Meg.”
   “Ted?”
   “What’s up?”
   “Nothing,” she answered, yawning simultaneously.
   “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
   “Nah.  I just got out of work.  You?”
   “I’ve been busy,” he answered.  “Which is why I didn’t call sooner.”
   Megan began to contemplate the ramifications of what he just said.  She would not make the same mistake as last time and dupe herself into believing he still wanted her.  Nor would she dismiss him right away.  She would test him out, take things nice and slow, and see what happened.
   “How are things with Anna?”
   “Great,” he answered.  “Listen, a friend of mine from college is visiting.  I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out with us.”
   Megan didn’t know what to make of it.  If she didn’t know better, she would say Ted was trying to set her up.  But he wouldn’t do that.  Then again, he wouldn’t cheat on her either and look what happened?  Still, she spent a good part of the day feeling lonely.  Here was a perfect opportunity.  Or, given her current run of luck, a disaster waiting to happen.  Besides, she had had a long day…not to mention the fact that she was in diapers.  But did she really have anything left to lose?  Decisions, decisions.
A“OK,” she replied, trying to restrain her jubilation.  “Sounds cool.”
B“Thanks,” she answered.  “But I can’t.  Some other time.”
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #13 on: June 17, 2011, 06:16:19 pm »

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   “OK,” she replied, trying to restrain her jubilation.  “Sounds cool.”
   She changed clothes and rove on over to Ted’s.  The sudden excitement had pushed the talk with her parents to the very back of her mind and she neglected to leave a note.  On the way over, Megan tried to wonder what this friend would be like.  Ted’s friends from high school were a mixed group: there were mindless jocks and complete jerks and a few legitimately nice guys.  She hoped this guy would be nice.  She also hoped he wouldn’t already be taken.  It was rather presumptuous of her to not even consider his status while making her plans.  Then again, she reasoned, taken or not, she was entitled to a good time.  A day of Vern badgering her eardrums had earned her that right.
   Ted answered the door with a comely blonde hanging on his shoulder.  This had to be Anna.  Megan took comfort in that fact that she wasn’t dumped for someone uglier than she.  But didn’t that make Ted the least bit shallow?
   As Megan entered, a fourth face appeared.  The friend was a bit shorter than Ted with crew-cut length hair and the beginnings of a beard.  A looker he was not, but Megan tried to remain nonjudgmental.
   Introductions were made all around.  Megan said hello to Anna and found out that the friend’s name was Ron.  He and Ted played on the soccer team together.  He was an engineering major and his father was mayor of his hometown.  Megan wished her dad were mayor.  Then that bitch Deanna would be in permanent lockup.
   “I thought we might get something to eat and then go bowling,” Ted suggested.
   “Sounds good to me,” Megan replied.
   They got better acquainted over an early dinner.  Megan had her eyes on Ted and Anna practically the whole time.  She was very affectionate and had her hands all over him.  Megan could tell by the way he looked at her that they were serious.  It looked as if it would last.  Well…good for him, she thought.
   “That’s a nice ring,” she said, as if not to ignore Ron entirely.
   “Thanks.  My girlfriend got it for me.  Well…she’s my ex now.”
   “Oh.”
   “Ted told me a lot about you.”
   “Yeah?” Megan asked with sudden interest.  “Like what?”
   Ron shrugged.  “Just that you were really great and stuff.”
   Megan looked at Anna.  Anna looked at Ted.  Ted looked at Ron.  It was a tense, awkward moment that seemed to stretch itself out indefinitely.  Megan began to feel as if her coming here was a mistake.  She told herself that she and Ted could still be friends, but he hardly paid her any attention.  She knew it wasn’t his fault, nor did she blame Anna, but the fact remained that she felt left out.  She hated feeling left out.
   “Great,” she whispered cynically.  She didn’t think anyone heard.  Not that she cared at this point…
   Bowling helped take the tension away.  Megan remembered bowling with Ted was always an adventure.  She was so bad that she once rolled a spare…in an adjacent lane.  Ted used to have to physically adjust her stance at the line.  Now it was Anna who was in need of the most help.  She was spending more time in the gutter than wet leaves.
   “Make sure you’re looking straight ahead,” Ron advised when Megan stepped up to the line.
   “Oh.  Thanks.”  She didn’t want any tips from him.
   As the pins fell, stories were swapped and Megan began to feel like less of a fourth wheel.  Apparently, college had caused Ted to do things she didn’t think were possible.  Then again, with all the change she was undergoing, anything was possible.
   “Remember the shaving incident?” Ron remarked with a devious grin.
   Ted began to chuckle as well.  “Dude…”
   “These frat guys put shaving cream all over the windshield of his car.”
   “And, to show them I had a good sense of humor,” Ted remarked.  “I took some off the car and began shaving right in front of them.”
   “Only it wasn’t shaving cream; it was whipped cream.”
   “I ended up cutting my face pretty bad.”
   “Aww poor baby,” Anna comforted.
   Megan found herself giggling hysterically.  She wished Kylie was around so they could relive their own blunders in the past year.
   “YEAH!” someone screamed in the background.
   The group glanced two lanes over at what appeared to be a gang of hoodlums.  The guys wore torn jeans and shirts with the sleeves ripped off; the girls were dressed sluttishly.  There were empty cups and wrappers strewn on the ground beside them.  Megan found herself paying attention to one of the girls in particular.  It was Deanna.
   “Who are they, Ted?” Anna asked.
   “Trouble,” he said sourly.  “See that one over there?”
   He indicated Deanna and Anna nodded.
   “She attacked some girl at the pool.”
   “Oh my God…is she OK?”
   Ted shrugged.  “Beats me.  I sure hope so.”
   Megan began to feel sick to her stomach.  Things were going so well.  There had been no sudden accidents.  Her nerves were intact.  She was actually beginning to enjoy herself…and now this.
   “Will you...um…excuse me for a sec,” she said hurriedly, making her way to the bathroom.
   She locked herself in a stall and pounded her hand against the wall.  She was torn between wanting to tear Deanna’s heart out and wanting to run far away.  Those concerns, however, were ancillary to the ones being presented by her body.  After sitting on the toilet a moment or two, her feeling of queasiness passed.  She glanced down at her panties and noticed that the diaper fabric was almost completely soaked through.  It was probably a knee-jerk reaction to spotting Deanna, she told herself, and nothing more.
   Megan quickly disposed of the diaper and washed up.  Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, the door swung open and Deanna entered.  She attempted to walk right past her, but Deanna blocked the way.
   “What the hell do you want?” Megan snapped.
   “Piss in any pools lately?” Deanna asked, grinning maliciously.
   Megan was not going to take any more of her attempts to intimidate her.  She had been embarrassed enough and wasn’t going to take any more.
   “Listen, bitch, if you don’t stay the fuck away from me…” she began, stepping way out of character to spout her verbal venom.
   “You’ll do what?” Deanna interrupted.
   “I’ll call the cops and have your ass thrown in jail!” Megan threatened, growing red in the face.
   “I don’t fucking think so,” Deanna said firmly.
   “What’s the matter?” Megan pressed.  “Forgot your knife?”
   Deanna grinned.  “Keep talking, cunt.  You’re going to wind up getting gangraped in the parking lot if you keep it up.  So just talk all you want.  You…”
   Megan had heard enough.  What Deanna said to her had been absolutely horrible.  All of her toughness left her and she began to feel weak in the knees.  Shoving Deanna aside, she ran out of the bathroom as tears streamed from her eyes.  As fate would have it, she ran right into Ron, who was emerging from the men’s room at the exact same time.
   “Oh, man.  Sorry.”  He then noticed Megan was crying and began to look confused.  “Come on…I didn’t hit you that hard.”
   A moment later, Deanna emerged from bathroom.  She cast Megan a wicked glance as she passed.  Ron began to understand.
   “The girl that got attacked at the pool…that was you, wasn’t it?”
   Megan nodded.
   “Jesus…”
   “Don’t tell anyone!” she snapped.
   “OK, I won’t,” he told her, still shocked by the display he was witnessing.  She continued to weep, and, not knowing what else to do, he hugged her.  She didn’t seem to mind.
   “She threatened you again, didn’t she?” Ron asked.
   “Yes,” Megan whispered.  “S..she said that I w..was gonna wind up gang-raped in the parkinglot.”
   Ron’s expression changed into an angry scowl.
   “She can’t get away with this,” he insisted.  “That bitch.  Making threats like that.”
   “I know,” Megan said, gradually beginning to pull away.  It only then dawned on her that she had allowed a guy to hug her.
   “Well,” Ron proposed.  “What do you want to do?”
A“Nothing!” she insisted, still hoping it would go away.
B“I think it’s time to go to the authorities,” he offered after she remained momentarily mute.
C She gave him a determined look and he got the message.  Some payback was in order.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #14 on: June 17, 2011, 06:17:33 pm »

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   She gave him a determined look and he got the message.  Some payback was in order.
   “All right,” Ron consented.  “But I’m going to have to tell Ted.”
   Megan frowned.  She wished it didn’t have to have come to this and she really didn’t want to get Ted involved, but it seemed like the only way.  If she did nothing, it  was as if Deanna owned her.  Anytime there was an encounter (and, for all she knew, there could be many more), she would buckle.  If she told the police, she would have to answer question after question.  It would almost be like SHE was the one on trial.  And yet revenge did not come easily to her.  It was a cold and ugly notion, more the stuff of movie plotlines and Roman politics than her own comparatively humble existence.  It was the only way, she told herself.  The only way.  She was thankful, at least, that Ron was being so supportive.
   Ted about hit the roof when Ron told him what Deanna had done.  Megan had seen Ted angry a few times, and it was almost comical to watch him.  First, his face would go red.  Then, he’d stop whatever he was doing and dramatically stand up, staring at his antagonizer(s) with seething rage.  Sweet and sensitive Ted would transform into monstrous macho Ted right before her eyes.  He’d curse.  He’d threaten.  Once or twice, he’d actually throw things.  She hadn’t seen him hit anyone…yet.  And then, when it was over with, he’d find himself calm and quite embarrassed.  He’d apologize profusely and slink guiltily away.
   “WHAT?!” Ted exploded when Ron pulled him aside.  “WHERE IS SHE?!”
   Megan cast her attention two lanes over, but the group had since dispersed.  She looked around the bowling alley and saw them congregated by the exit.
   “Let’s go,” Ron grumbled.
   Anna seemed totally lost in the dark.  “What’s going on?” she asked.
   Megan watched her face change as he explained it to her.
   “Oh my God,” Anna remarked, throwing her arms around Megan.  “I’m so sorry.”
   Megan was a bit taken aback by her sudden tenderness, but did nothing to chastise her.  She was glad Ted had found such a caring person…even if she was a bit oversensitive.
   They encountered Deanna and her friends in the parking lot, laughing and loudly carrying on like the jackasses they most definitely were.  Skeptical and almost detached, something inside Megan snapped and she marched brazenly towards her attacker. 
   “Hey Deanna!” she shouted.  “You and your friends gonna gangrape me now?!”
   She watched Deanna’s face slowly redden as her friends eyed her with suspicion.
   “What the fuck is she talking about?” asked a young man with a mop of curly hair and an eagle tattoo.
   Deanna shrugged.  “Crazy bitch can’t take a joke,” she mumbled, and quickened her pace.
   “You get back here!” Ted yelled at her.  “Nobody does that to my friends.”
   “Oh fuck YOU,” Deanna retorted, turning back towards the approaching group.  “Like I give a shit, queer boy.”
   When she turned around again, her friends were already in their cars and preparing to drive away.  Their sense of humor was every bit as twisted as hers.  They would get a good laugh at leaving her here with a group of people who were quite obviously pissed at her.  And Megan was right: she didn’t have her knife.  Shit!
   Within no time, they had her cornered.
   “All right,” she snarled, putting up her fists.  “Who wants it first?”
   Ted and Ron, who both had a significant size advantage over her, merely laughed.  Megan outweighed her too, but was still too afraid of her to make light of it.  Anna seemed unwilling to participate in the taking of revenge at all.  Megan found it more than understandable.
   “You’re coming with us,” Ron commanded.
   “Like hell I am!” she snapped, taking a step back.
   “Fine then,” a serious-minded Ted intoned.  “We’ll just have to go get the police.  Now I know you have a record…”
   Deanna took another step back, turned and ran.  Her attempt to flee came as a surprise to no one.  Having two soccer players in pursuit, she didn’t get very far.  Ron began leading her towards Ted’s car, his hand firmly wrapped around a fistful of her short, dark hair.
   “Get in,” Ted ordered, opening the door.
   Deanna spit at him and Ron shoved her inside.  She wound up sandwiched between Megan and Ron in the back with Ted driving and Anna up front.  Megan didn’t particularly like her position, but she knew Anna would not be willing to trade.  Again, Megan did not blame her.
   “What the hell do you fruitcakes want with me?” she asked.  Ron’s manhandling had caused her to halt her physical retaliation for the time being, but her tongue was plenty sharp.
   “Shutup,” Megan hissed.
   “Ted?” Anna asked, hesitation rising in her voice.  “What ARE we doing with her?”
   “We’re just going to have a little talk,” he answered blankly.  Deanna chuckled.
   The ride back to Ted’s place was tension filled and silent.  Ron and Megan had their eyes on Deanna the whole time, watching and praying she didn’t make any stupid sudden movements.  Fortunately for them, she remained still.  Megan was still far from trusting her.  There was a conniving glow about her eyes.  She was to Meg a poisonous snake to be handled with caution.
   “Oh shit!” Ted exclaimed.  “My parents are home.”
   “Boo hoo,” Deanna taunted.  “Cry me a river.”
   “Why is that a problem?” Anna asked.  “We’re just going to talk to her, right?”
   Ted shrugged, looking clearly embarrassed.
   “Take a look at her,” Megan advised.  “It might get ugly.”
   Anna shook her head doubtfully.  “I don’t think I want any part of this,” she declared.
   “She hurt Megan,” Ted justified.  “She attacked her and…”
   “And she should be punished for it,” Anna concluded.  “But by the authorities.  Not by us.”
   “Anna…”
   “No, Ted.  Take me home.  I don’t care what you do, just leave me out of it.”
   He sighed.
   “What’s the matter?” Deanna continued to tease.  “Princess can’t get her silk gloves dirty?  Has to have her an excuse for a man do it for her?”
   Ted gave her a look of hatred and Anna surprised Megan for the second time that night by reaching back and giving Deanna a quick smack in the face.
   “Don’t you dare talk to him like that!” she insisted.
   “Guys, I’m sorry,” said Ted.  “I’m going to take Anna home.  You’re free to use my basement for…whatever.  Just stay off of my parents’ radar.”
   Megan and Ron got out of the car, soon dragging Deanna along with them.
   “How do we get her in?” Ron asked, scratching his head.
   “I know a way,” Megan proposed, bending his ear.  He nodded in agreement.
   “If I have to tell you again to shut up,” he said to Deanna.  “You WILL be sorry.”
   “Whatever, loser,” she muttered, but said no more.
   They had her stand between them with her arms draped over their shoulders.  Slowly, they began to march towards the house.  It was the way one might support a drunken person, which is exactly what they were aiming for.  Megan hoped Ted’s parents bought the farce.  She also noted, with growing disdain, that Deanna was not a firm believer in deodorant.  Ugh!
   Mr. and Mrs. Dzabra were, in Meg’s mind, nice people.  They seemed overly polite at first, maybe even a little bit square.  After getting to know them a bit better, however, it was obvious that they were humorous and imaginative.  All of the good she used to see in Ted she was able to trace back to them.  They knew of Ron’s visit and hence were expecting him.  They were a little shocked to see Megan…and a lot shocked to see Deanna.
   “She’s had a bit much to drink,” Megan explained.  “Would it be all right if she cooled off here?”
   They seemed a bit skeptical.  “I guess that would be OK….I suppose,” Mr. Dzabra answered.
   “Where’s Ted?” asked his mother.
   “He went to take Anna home,” Ron informed them.
   “Always the considerate one.”
   Ron dragged Deanna into the basement while Megan chatted briefly with Ted’s parents.  Even after the breakup, they remained cordial to her.  Her own parents came to mind (something they wanted her to do….) for a minute, but were quickly dismissed when Ron asked her to come down.
   In Ted’s basement, it was just the three of them.  And, even though she was on the offensive and Ron had her back, Megan felt scared.  Deanna was a Grade A nutjob, and there was no telling what she might do.  This whole thing was beginning to seem like a bad idea.
   “What do you want to do with her?” Ron asked.
   “Ummm…..I dunno,” Megan replied timidly.  Even after all that Deanna had done to embarrass her, she had difficulty in becoming vindictive.  The knowledge that revenge was wrong, coupled with the Christian value of forgiveness and her own fear all stood in her way.  And yet, a part of her realized it HAD to be done, if for no other reason than to restore balance in her tiny slice of the universe.  “The same thing she did to me, I guess.”
   “You mean spank her?”
   “Right.”
   Only then did Deanna break her silence, and it wasn’t to praise either of them on their dining etiquette. 
   “Spank ME?!” she asked, raising her voice.  “Do you have any idea what this bitch did?”
   “Look at what you did to her!” Ron retorted.
   “She pissed in the goddamn public pool.”
   Ron seemed confused now.  He hadn’t heard that part of the story.  Then again, it had to be bullshit, right?
   “Is that true?” he asked, turning to Megan.
   “It was an accident,” she replied, feeling both angry and embarrassed.  How dare he question her and how dare she turn the tables like that?  This was HER revenge, damnit!
   “Oh sure,” Deanna continued.  “You probably did it on purpose.  You probably do it all the time.  Pants pissing baby.”
   Though she was sure Deanna was only saying it to hurt her, Megan knew there was truth to her words.  It made it difficult for her to shrug them off and denounce them as lies.  Worse yet, Ron was now watching her instead of Deanna.
   “Megan?” he asked.  “Are you OK?”
   “I…” she began.
   They had let Deanna out of their sights for a split second too long.  The girl was now wielding a pool cue and charging at them like a woman gone mad.  She managed to get the jump on Ron and knock him down.  Pure terror entered Meg’s eyes and a few drops of urine emptied into her (now unprotected) pants.  There was nothing between her and Deanna now except for that pool cue…which would soon be used to beat her head.  Megan watched Deanna grin victoriously…and go down hard.
   Ron administered a slide tackle that’d have made Jeff Agos happy.  Deanna tumbled to the ground and utter surprise and he was quickly upon her.  He knocked the pool cue away, flipped her onto her stomach and sat on her while trying to keep her flailing limbs in place.
   “Help me hold her!” she called to Megan.  “Quick!”
   Megan was still in shock from what had just happened.  It was totally unreal.  Her head came this close to being turned into a piñata.  She…
   “Megan!”
   She finally sprung into action.  There was a roll of electrical tape on a hook on the wall and she quickly went to retrieve it.
   “Sorry,” she said, handing the tape to Ron, who now had an ugly scratch on his face.  “I…”
   “It’s OK,” he told her, using the tape to bind Deanna’s arms behind her.  Though still fearful, Megan decided to make herself useful and helped wrapped the girl’s rapidly flailing feet.  Soon, she was safely subdued.  Instead of calming down, however, she only threw even more of a fit, cursing up a storm and flopping wildly about.
   “Motherfucker!” Deanna snarled.  “You think this means anything to me?  I had cigarettes put out on me.  You pussies aren’t shit!”
   “We’ve got to shut her up,” Ron suggested.
   Megan nodded and giggled as a most mischievous idea formed in her head.  Deanna had made her taste her pee, and while Megan was not THAT vile, she would make Deanna taste something almost as bad: her socks.  However, it turned out Deanna wasn’t wearing any, so Megan subbed a pair of her own instead.
   “What the hell are you doing?” she asked as Megan took off her shoes.
   Megan merely smiled at her.  Ron soon caught on and smiled too.  “Open wide,” she instructed.  Deanna saw what was coming and quickly closed her mouth.  However, when Ron pinched her nose, she was forced to open.  In went one of Megan’s socks (which, truth be told, was not particularly dirty but was still impossibly unpalatable by its very nature) while the other was wrapped behind her head to hold it in place.  Megan was proud of herself.  She had created an impromptu gag that was both virtually soundproof and quite embarrassing as well.  Her initial inhibitions demolished by Deanna’s wild swinging of the pool cue, Megan found herself fully emerged in the revenge plot.  Now came the fun part.
   With Ron’s assistance, Megan lifted Deanna off the floor and bent her over the pool table.  Megan had been stripped naked when she was attacked, and while a more sane moment might have found her thinking differently, at that point she wanted to be sure that Deanna suffered the same embarrassing fate.  Ron took the initiative and pushed up the bound girl’s shirt.  As she wore no bra, her breasts bounced freely on the green felt of the pool table.  With a hint of disgust, Megan hoped she at least had some consideration in the way of undergarments and yanked down her shorts.
   Deanna wore a skimpy black thong that did virtually nothing to cover her unshaven pubic area.  There were a few marks and bruises about her body.  Megan wondered if they were courtesy of the disreputable-looking males she kept company with, her fucked up family or her own hand.  At that point, she really did not care.  Deanna stopped being a sympathy case a long time ago…if she ever was one.
   Even still, Megan hesitated when it came to the actual spanking.  Justification or no, she found it a difficult thing to do for the very reason that doing it made her more like Deanna and less like herself.  She thought back to the pool incident.  What she did (urinate) really was an accident, an accident that she sincerely apologized for.  What Deanna did (attack her) was a calculated act for which no remorse was shown.  It did not equate and, to Megan, there was a need to balance the scales.
   “Teach me a lesson?” she asked, delivering the first smack to Deanna’s prone behind.  “Well here’s a lesson for you!”  SMACK, SMACK.  Deanna grunted and jerked, but otherwise hardly flinched.  “And by the way, just because I have an ass doesn’t mean its fat.”  SMACK, SMACK again.  She was finally getting into it.
   “You know, this whole thing could have been avoided…” SMACK.  “…if you just left me the fuck alone.”  SMACK.  “You and you’re fucked up sister.”  SMACK.
   Her ass looked as if it was on fire, but Deanna did nothing to show it.  Gagged or not, she made no gesture of protest and simply endured it with hateful eyes.
   “You want to give it a try?” Meg asked Ron.
   He seemed put on the spot by such an odd inquiry and took a moment to consider.
   “What the hell,” he concluded and began spanking away.  Being quite a bit stronger than her, he naturally hit harder than Megan.  However, Deanna simply would not break.
   “How do my socks taste, bitch?” Megan teased as she continued to spank.
   “I don’t think this is working,” Ron whispered.
   Megan nodded.  Deanna was one tough cookie.  It would take….
   She eyed the pool cue on the floor and froze.  That would be good for one hell of a whooping.  She could probably break it over Deanna’s ass.  That would get the tears flowing all right.  That would….
   Ugh, stop!  Her conscious butted in, but she picked up the pool cue nonetheless and began to jab Deanna’s ass with the tip.  It was surprisingly fun, like popping bubble wrap, and she soon found herself giggling with glee.
   “Uh…Megan,” Ron interrupted.  Deanna was crying.
   Guilt hit Megan like a tidal wave.  What she just did was actually WORSE than what Deanna did to her.  It wasn’t evening the scales, it was sadism.  She dropped the pool cue and immediately began removing Deanna’s gag.
   “Deanna, I’m SO sorry…” she began.
   The crying stopped and the girl spit out the sock.  It was all an act.
   “You wimp,” Deanna teased, big grin upon her face.  “Is that the best you’ve got?  Cuz it’s a shame that I’m going to have to give you a serious beatdown over that piece of shit you call a spanking.”
   Disgusted, Megan stuffed the sock back in and gagged her again.  It seemed hopeless.
   “She’s not going to break,” she told Ron.
   “I know,” he replied grimly.
   Suddenly, Megan got an idea.  Being nasty wasn’t working because Deanna was used to it.  But what about the opposite?  Taking a moment to compose herself, Megan lifted Deanna from her bent over stance and placed her on a sitting position atop the pool table.  She then began to gently stroke the girl’s hair and face.  Deanna flinched and tried desperately to get away.  It was as if Megan’s hands contained some kind of alien ooze and not soap and skin cream.
   Amused by the success of these tactics, Megan leaned in and gave Deanna a great big hug.  This time, she actually heard the girl scream profanities into her gag.  As a piece de resistance, Megan planted a big wet kiss right on her cheek and ruffled her hair.  Deanna went absolutely ballistic, flipping and flopping every which way.  It made Megan smile…and she felt better because she wasn’t really hurting her.
   “Wow,” Ron remarked.  “Now I’m feeling left out.”
   “Oh…you can kiss her too,” Megan entreated.
   Ron sighed.  “That wasn’t what I met,” he said quietly.
   Megan suddenly felt overcome with embarrassment.  Deanna had been staring hatefully at her and now Ron was giving her a strange glance as well.
   “Will you…uh…excuse me for a second?” she said, escaping to the bathroom.
   So much had just happened and she needed a moment to put it all together.  She wasn’t sure, but she thought Ron was coming onto her.  Never mind that she had just kissed a girl (or maybe because of it), he was showing a definite interest.  And what did she do?  Not notice and then go all blank-eyed when she figured it out.  Great….nice going Meg.
   In truth, there was a lot she hadn’t noticed about Ron.  They had barely known each other for a few hours and he had already stood up for her.  Protected her.  Listened to her.  And now…desired her.  Wasn’t all that what she wanted in a man?  Wasn’t that what she had been looking for?  And yet, hooking up with him might somehow spell disaster.  She knew she wasn’t getting off that easily.  Plus, she still had Deanna to worry about.  The girl was shaken, but still plenty strong.  If Deanna left here tonight with anything less than a total destruction of her bloodlust, Megan would be in some seriously deep shit…. and this time, she wouldn’t be able to go to the police.
   Megan assessed her options…and her panties.  They were wet (Deanna literally scared the piss out of her), but not soaked.  The absolutely LAST thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself by having an accident in front of Ron (or Deanna for that matter).  That meant wearing a diaper.  She looked in her purse and discovered she only had one with her.  Now that she thought of it, putting a diaper on Deanna might just be embarrassing enough to finally break her.  Also, what if she and Ron got to making out and he discovered her absorbent plasticky secret?  Sure, an accident would be worse, but did she really want to risk it?  She
APut on the diaper.  Ron had been a godsend so far (even though she was a little slow to realize it) and she wasn’t going to ruin it by (literally) pissing all over him.  Besides, as supportive as he’d been so far, she didn’t think he would mind.
BSaved the diaper for Deanna.  She hoped it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.  Of course, Ron might want to know where she got it…
CLeft the diaper inside her purse.  She would find another way to deal with Deanna…. and she would take her chances with Ron.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #15 on: June 17, 2011, 06:18:15 pm »

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   Saved the diaper for Deanna.  She hoped it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.  Of course, Ron might want to know where she got it…
   Pushing her doubts aside, Megan began rummaging through the medicine cabinet.  She came up with a disposable razor, some lotion and a few cotton balls.  Perfect!  She placed the items in her purse and returned to the scene.  Ron had indeed taken it upon himself to kiss Deanna and was fondling her small breasts as well.  She still had a murderous look about her eye.
   “Having fun?” Megan asked.
   He jerked backwards and quickly withdrew his hands.  “I guess I kinda got carried away,” he said, more than the least bit ashamed.  “She probably didn’t like that.”
   “Well…she’s really not going to like this,” Megan told her.
   “Like what?”
   “You’ll see,” she teased.  “Just hold her down, OK?”
   Ron nodded and got behind Deanna.  He grabbed her around the middle and gripped her tightly while Megan freed her feet.  Predictably, she began to kick violently.  However, the pressure of Ron’s fingers against her abdomen was enough to get her to sit still while Megan retied her feet to the legs of the pool table.  Her legs were now forced wide open.
   “What did you have in mind?” Ron asked skeptically.  This was starting to get a little too sordid for his liking.
   “Go see if Ted has a camera,” Megan instructed.
   “Not until you tell me what you are going to do.”
   Megan merely smiled and patted him on the head.  He wasn’t going to argue with that.  Off he went to Ted’s room in search of a camera.
   In his absence, Megan began to carry out the final phase of her revenge.  She leaned in so close that she was practically on top of Deanna.  The girl’s eyes still registered hatred and anger, but fear was starting to show as well.  Megan was scared too, but the prospect of being attacked again drove her to complete her task.
   “You are going to leave me alone after this,” she said.  “You’ll probably hate me, but you’re gonna leave me alone.”
   With that, she pulled down Deanna’s skimpy black thong and began to shave her pubic hair.  She was predictably outraged and cursed furiously into her gag as Megan took away a part of what she considered to be her womanhood.  There was precious little she could do about it, however, except wait and see what else the crazy bitch had in store.
   Once Deanna was nice and hairless, Megan began to apply the lotion to the affected area.  This was not pleasant for either of them: Megan did not like touching her, Deanna did not like being touched.  The look of revulsion in Deanna’s eyes was enough to make her forget about her own disgust.  Before long the previously dirty, unkempt little skank was left looking clean and smelling fresh.  Megan smiled approvingly as she patted her bottom.  The spanking, combined with the lotion, made her flesh feel nice and tender.
   “Babysoft,” Megan remarked.
   Deanna’s cheeks glowed a livid shade of red as she continued to scream and curse.  Megan became worried that she might choke on her gag and removed the socks once more.  Rather than cursing, Deanna took in several large gasps of air.
   “You done yet?” she asked Megan.  She didn’t sound defeated, but it was clear from the trembling tone of her voice that the ordeal had had an effect on her.  The dominant sneer, the air of ruthless superiority, was gone.  The mean streak had (at least temporarily) vanished.
   “Almost,” Megan replied.  She re-gagged Deanna with her panties and a strip of tape and patted her on the head.  It was finally time for the diapering.
   Deanna’s eyes bulged when she saw what Megan intended to do to her.  She shook her head emphatically and once more tried to scream into her gag.  At first, Megan couldn’t understand why Deanna was so upset.  After all, it was just a diaper.  Just a diaper?  She soon realized that she had been wearing them so long that they almost seemed commonplace.  They were another part of her wardrobe now: bra, shirt, shorts…and diaper.  Maybe Deanna wasn’t the only nutjob in the room after all.
   “Grrrmhphhh!” Deanna protested.
   “Quit your whining,” Megan replied.  “You don’t have to wear them to bed every night.”
   Deanna’s eyes got even wider and Megan went pale.  What the hell had she just said?  She obviously hadn’t been thinking.  Fortunately for her, Ron hadn’t returned with the camera yet.  As for Deanna…she wouldn’t be likely to tell anyone once they were through with her.
   Despite her thrashing and squirming, Megan was able to get the diaper on her securely.  It fit her much more loosely than it fit Megan.  This problem was solved by wrapping tape twice around the waist.  The resulting fit was nice and snug and Deanna looked as cute as a bug in a rug.  Megan smiled proudly.  It was the first time she had diapered another adult.
   “Don’t you look cute,” Megan remarked.
   Deanna didn’t think so.  She stopped trying to scream and lay with her head cocked to the side and her eyes looking away.  It was as if the full weight of her predicament finally caught up with her and came crashing down.  There would be no revenge, no payback of any kind.  She would not break free and go on an ass kicking rampage.  They had her: bound, gagged and humiliated…and now diapered as well.  Pictures would follow.  She was, as much as she hated to admit it, under their control.
   Ron returned shortly thereafter with the camera (which Ted had buried in the confines of his closet…the bastard).  He immediately saw Megan, laughing deviously, and began to wonder what he had missed out on.  One look at Deanna answered his question.  She was still tied up…but now wearing a diaper as well.  She didn’t look too happy about it either.
   Ron grinned and then finally began to laugh.  The girl was tough and had been breaking their balls all night.  They had grabbed her, tied her, and tried to punish her…but all to no avail.  Yet as soon as they stuck a diaper on her, she mellowed out in record time.  Go figure.
   “What else did you do to her?” Ron asked.
   “See for yourself,” Megan said, indicating her diaper.  Ron tugged it down and observed that her pussy had been shaven clean.  Her skin smelled nice and was soft to the touch as well.
   “Heh, not bad,” he remarked, pulling the diaper back up.
   Deanna burst into tears for the second time that night, these seeming more genuine than the first.
   “It’s a trick,” Ron said doubtfully.
   “I don’t think so,” a concerned Megan replied.  She again removed Deanna’s gag and asked her what was wrong.
   “Look at what you did to me,” she hissed.  It was as if Megan’s tender babying was somehow worse than all the beatings and burnings she had ever suffered.  “I hate you!”
   “Shh.” Megan held her finger to her lips.  “You want to get out of here, right?”
   Somberly, Deanna nodded.
   “Then there’s only one more thing you have to do.”
   “Fine.  Whatever.”
   “Well?” Ron asked, drawing Megan away.  “Are we going to take pictures or not?”
   “In a minute,” Megan replied.  “I think she needs a break…and so do I.”
   They were sitting together on the loveseat, each watching Deanna out of the corner of their eye (as if she was going anywhere).  Megan was still barefoot.  She had not yet put her socks back on and didn’t much want to after they had been in Deanna’s mouth for a while.  Her night had been a roller coaster ride and it felt good to just sit and think about nothing.  As she did stretched, she must have wiggled her toes.  The next thing she knew, Ron was looking intently at her feet.
   “You have cute toes,” he remarked.
   “Um…thanks,” Megan answered hesitantly.  She saw nothing cute about her feet.  In fact, after being at work a whole day, they were often downright disgusting.  But if someone else liked them, she wasn’t about to object.
   “Does that hurt?” she asked, indicating the red mark on the side of Ron’s neck where Deanna has hit him.
   “Nah,” he said, trying to shrug it off.  “Well…maybe a little.”
   She delicately placed her hand upon the wound and realized how close it came to being upon her own head.  Ron had spared her that fate.
   Very gradually, she shifted her feet up so that they were in his lap.  She wasn’t trying to tease him, she was merely tired and was trying to get comfortable.  The next thing she knew, Ron had her right foot in his hands and was sucking on her toe.
   Megan let out a little shriek and jumped back as more pee emptied into her panties.  Ron looked about as guilty as she did surprised.
   “Christ, I’m sorry,” he apologized.  “I’m such an idiot.”
   “No, no…. it’s OK,” she said, trying to smooth things over.  “I just wasn’t expecting it…”
   “You sure?”
   She really wasn’t, but she nodded anyway.  She was on autopilot…. again.  Eventually, she got herself relaxed and eventually Ron’s hands found their way back onto her feet.  This time, instead of freaking out, she giggled.
   “What?” he asked, seeming more annoyed than guilty.
   “That tickles,” she replied.
   “So?”
   She leaned in close and whispered in his ear.  He had a right to know…or at the very least, the right to stay dry.
   “I pee when you tickle me,” she explained.  “As a matter of fact, I’m pretty wet right now.”
   Ron contemplated a minute and then asked her the dreaded question.  Megan saw it coming and winced.
   “That diaper…. is it yours?”
   She nodded and made a hushing gesture.
   “OK,” he said.  “I won’t tell anyone.”
   “Thanks,” Megan replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.  She wished she could go further, but she was liable to get soaked.  Besides, they had a job to finish.
   Deanna was hoisted off the pool table and repositioned on her knees.  Her hands remained bound behind her and her eyes seemed vacant and sad.  Ron wondered if she was as ticklish as Megan.  He decided to find out.  Surely enough, a fit of giggles erupted from Deanna’s mouth as he tickled her sides and feet.
   “You asshole, stop!” she muttered in between laughter.
   “You understand why we’re doing this, right?” Megan asked.
   “Blackmail,” Deanna grumbled.
   “Right.  If you ever bother me again, these pictures will get out.  And…
   “Save it,” Deanna told her.  “Do what you have to do and get me the fuck outta here.”
   At least she understood the rules of the game.
   Megan and Ron alternated taking photos of her.  They took a few shots of her in just her diaper.  They made her kneel in front of Ron with her mouth open and in front of Megan with her tongue out.  They photographed her smooth, naked and now hairless behind.  All the while, Megan felt increasingly dirty.  The feeling that she shouldn’t be doing this returned.  And yet…there was the alternative…
   “That’s enough,” she declared.
   Ron untied Deanna and she hastily dressed and tore the tape from her arms.  Curiously (perhaps because she was in such a hurry), she left the diaper on.
   “Do you need a ride home?” Megan offered.
   “NO!” Deanna spat, practically running from the premises.
   “That was fun,” Ron remarked.
   Megan shrugged.  “I hope we didn’t go too far.”
   She felt his hand fall upon her shoulder.  “Do you think we did?”
   If for no other reason than to break the tension of the moment, Megan took it upon herself to check her watch.  It had gotten quite late.  Her parents were probably wondering where she was.  She also needed to change.  Not gonna happen tonight, Romeo.
   “You know what,” she said, gently shoving his hand away.  “I had a good time, but its’ late.  Nice meeting you.”
   “Yeah, you too,” he replied, sounding more than a bit disappointed.
   It wasn’t until she was already on her way home that Megan realized she had forgotten to give him her number.  Doh!  She hoped that Ted would pass it along.  It had been such a chaotic day: up and down and full of surprised.  She looked forward to ending it on a positive note.  Those wishes were dashed the minute she saw the look in her parents’ eyes.
   “Where WERE you?” Nancy asked.  Her tone was curt and impatient.
   “Out,” Megan replied briefly.  Maybe they had the right to be a little annoyed, but it seemed like they were already overreacting.
   “We had a deal,” Drew sternly reminded her.
   “Well?” Nancy asked.
   Megan had told her parents everything and so far, they had helped her.  But what would they make of this?  Would they even believe her if she told?
AMegan told them the truth.  She hoped they would understand.  Maybe not all of it, but they HAD to….
BShe forged a lie on the spot.  Let her deal with them being angry for awhile…it was still probably better than trying to make sense of all that really happened that night.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #16 on: June 17, 2011, 06:18:55 pm »

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   She forged a lie on the spot.  Let her deal with them being angry for awhile…it was still probably better than trying to make sense of all that really happened that night.  Megan told her parents she was out with Deanna and Des.  She could have just as easily said she was out with Ted, but she didn’t want to drag him back into this.  Drew and Nancy seemed cross with her, but she was relieved to know that they bought it.
   “Would you go to your room so we can discuss this?” Drew asked in a tone that was more a command than an interrogatory.
   “Sure,” Megan replied.  There was something that bothered her about her parents’ behavior.  They seemed disappointed, yes, but not really angry.  Unlike their spats with Carrie, there were no bold proclamations and no heated exchanges.  If she didn’t know better, she would have thought they were sad.
   Megan took advantage of the time away from her parents to call Sabrina.  There was so much to tell, and not nearly enough time to tell it in.  She found herself firing off narrative at a machine-gun pace, brushing Sabrina’s questions and interruptions aside with a curt hushing and running the full emotional gamut as she recalled everything that had happened to her over the past few days.
   By the time she concluded with, “I’ll call you back,” she was exhausted.  She wasn’t even aware that her parents were standing there.  Drew sat down on her bed to one side of her and Nancy to the other.  Megan did not appreciate their lack of verbosity.  If she was going to be yelled at, let them yell already.  The silent treatment was driving her nuts.
   “Well?” she asked.
   “Well,” Nancy echoed.
   Megan sighed.  “Look, I know we had a deal, and I really didn’t mean to break it.  It was an honest mistake, I swear.  An honest mistake.  And I’ll try to be careful next time.”
   “You’re damn right!” Drew snapped with a sudden forcefulness that disturbed her.  “I’m sorry.  It’s just…difficult.”
   “We were both worried,” Nancy added.  “Very much.”
   “I was out with friends,” Megan joked.  “It wasn’t like I joined the Manson family.”
   Apparently, neither of them found this funny.
   “I used to be able to trust you a whole lot more,” Drew began.  “We both did.  But…. after hearing that you were attacked, we started to worry a whole lot more as well.”
   “We weren’t wondering when you’d come home,” said Nancy.  “But if you’d come home at all.”
   Megan giggled.  She couldn’t help herself.  Her parents were being ridiculously melodramatic and it was hilarious.  She tried to empathize with them for a moment, tried to imagine their worry and concern.  And while she captured but a mere fraction of it, it was enough to make her feel guilty.
   “I’m sorry,” she said earnestly.  “I never meant to do that to you.”
   “We know you didn’t, honey,” Nancy said assuringly.
   “But, just to be on the safe side, to make sure this doesn’t happen again…. we’re grounding you.”
   “What?!” Megan snapped.  Grounding was for 14-year old brats.  She was a nineteen-year-old woman.  There was no way they were pulling this on her.  “Hey…you said that no matter what, I’d still be an adult…”
   “And adults take responsibility,” Nancy reminded her.
   “Our house, our rules,” said Drew.
   Megan bit her lip in frustration.  They had her there.  She couldn’t simply pick up her bags and leave.  Jess might have been able to (and eventually did), but not her.  Besides, who among those she knew would want to take in a 19-year old bed wetter going through a rough phase?  So much for seeing Ron anytime soon, she thought.  That was…if she saw him ever again.
   “How long?” she asked dismally.
   “Until you can show us some more responsibility,” Drew told her.  “At least a week.  Maybe two.”
   Megan put her hands over her face.  Grounded by her parents at her age.  It was too embarrassing.
   “Oh, cut it out,” Nancy remarked.  “It won’t be THAT bad.  You’ll survive, I’m sure.”
   “Right, Mom,” she answered blankly.
   “I’m sure you need changing by now…”
   “I’m fine,” Megan quickly replied.
   “Megan,” said Drew.  “Are you even wearing a diaper?”
   Her face slowly reddened as she stammered her way through a half-assed explanation.  When she saw that they weren’t buying it, out came the truth.
   “No.”
   Nancy shook her head disapprovingly and Drew’s facial muscles tensed.
   “The lack of trust…” he began.  “This is unbelievable!”
   Megan shrugged.  She made some bad mistakes, but they WERE mistakes.  What did they want from her?
   “I think I’m going to have to do something I thought I’d never have to do,” said Drew.  “Turn around.”
   “What?”
   “Listen to your father,” Nancy commanded.
   Fine.  Whatever.  If it would make them happy…
   No sooner did Megan turn around than did she feel a hard, heavy hand upon her backside.  Her father had actually spanked her!  It was only two swats and it was not on her bare backside, but the humiliation of being spanked by her father was enough to make her want to choke.  Instead, she sighed and lay back in bed.  She was done.  Let them do what they wanted with her.  She couldn’t stand to argue anymore.
   There Megan lay while her parents continued to lecture her on the meaning of responsibility, accountability and the importance of family.  They also discussed the terms of her punishment.  Thankfully, her grounding did not prohibit phone use (or else she might have died…), but there were other ramifications to be had.  Because she apparently could not be trusted to wear diapers on her own, she would wear nothing to cover them while at home.  Ordinarily, she would have argued and contested this ridiculous proposition until she was red in the face.  However, she merely glanced up and nodded.  Yes.  Fine.  Whatever.  She was numb from embarrassment and it had been a long, fucked up night.
   Megan was perfectly calm, docile and well behaved as her parents diapered her, tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight.  Only after they left did the tears begin to quietly flow.  It seemed to take forever for sleep to come and when it did it brought no pleasant dreams to save her.
   Over the next few days, Megan lapsed into a steady, wholly unsatisfying routine.  She would wake up and have her diaper changed by her mother.  If Nancy had to leave early for work, she would wake Megan up to change her before she left.  Megan was allowed to dress for work as she normally did, and, surprisingly enough, her diapers were surprisingly inconspicuous.  Through a pair of panties over them to muffle the crinkling noise and…. voila.  Out of sight, out of mind.
   Work was moribund.  Sales were down, Vern was always yelling, Raul did not get along with his new partner by the prescriptions counter, Natalie was being worked by a dog and even Josh seemed low in spirits and incapable of keeping things together.  Megan did what she could, but it became painfully obvious that she wasn’t Wonder Woman…and neither spandex outfit nor golden bracelets could change that.
   If there was one upside to the whole stinking arrangement, it was what Megan experienced when she got home.  Nancy usually arrived home shortly before her shift ended and would be waiting with a snack ready.  They, mother and daughter, would talk about whatever came to mind, be it petty or personal.  Megan found it helped a great deal.  After their snack and chat, Megan’s diaper would be checked.  She would be changed if need be (and this was often the case) and would then lie down for her nap.  Whereas sleeping during the day was a previous indication that something was wrong, naps soon became part of her regular routine.
   Naptime was usually followed by dinner.  Megan found that either the food or the discussion was lacking.  She sometimes wished that she had parents that didn’t give a shit and let her eat Easy Mac alone in her room free from the consideration of conversation.  Then again, what fun would that be?
   The time spent after dinner was usually the worst for Megan.  She liked using it to relax and watch a little TV (which, she wasn’t prohibited from doing just as long as someone else was watching).  She did so, however, with her diaper on full display.  Despite his parent’s warnings, Stephen taunted her endlessly.  His latest tactic involved sneaking up behind her, smacking her on her diapered ass and running away giggling as if she hadn’t known it was him the whole time.  Even Carrie was not above poking fun, and would throw out the quick one-liner or verbal jab whenever the occasion arose.
   After a week of these conditions, Megan found herself encountering a most unusual phenomenon: she was happy.  She wasn’t bouncing off the walls or bursting with joy, but a lot of the problems that plagued her previously seemed to evaporate.  Her parents really did care about her and she found herself liking the attention she got from them.  Her gradual regression continued, and was allowed to do so uninhibited.  Plus, any time Megan wanted to feel like an adult again, all she had to do was call up Sabrina and they could chat about music and sex and whatever else came to mind.  It was, oddly enough, the best of both worlds.  And when her grounding ended, she’d get a little of her freedom back without having to sacrifice what she had gained.
   School ended for Carrie and Stephen, and with kids their age around to buy candy and magazines, business at Bledsoe’s picked up once more.  Vern softened, Raul adjusted, Natalie rebounded and Josh was Josh again.  Megan soon found herself regarding it as a tolerable, almost friendly place to work.  Without all the distractions, her colleagues were nice people whom she could easily consider friends.  She felt, on several occasions, about telling them of her diapers and felt guilty when common sense prevailed and she kept her mouth shut.  If they were working alongside her, did they not have a right to know?
   There were, of course, downsides to the predicament, most of which pertained to her bodily functions.  Megan found herself wet far more often and in far greater volume.  And while she adjusted to the feeling, she never quite came to enjoy it.  Yet her parents, either to teach her a lesson or to save money on diapers, stubbornly refused to change her until they were sure she ‘needed it.’  Thus, wet she was a lot of the time.
   Megan was permitted use of the toilet for her bowels and had thus far been thankful that there hadn’t been anymore messing accidents.  There were a few close calls that found her running to the bathroom with her hand pressed against her stomach and a look of dire distress upon her face, but she had been lucky…so far.  Yet on a crisp Tuesday early afternoon (a day after her grounding expired), Megan was not so sure her luck would hold.  Having been cramped up in the house for long periods of time, she took it upon herself to go for a jog.  She was 3/4th of the way back to her house when she knew she needed to find a toilet…. and fast.  If she ran and the bathroom was free, she could probably make it.  She
ARan.
BCame to a stop and begrudgingly filled her diaper.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #17 on: June 17, 2011, 06:19:55 pm »

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   She came to a stop and begrudgingly filled her diaper.  Megan considered herself quite fortunate she wasn’t bowel incontinent.  The sensation provided by a messy diaper wasn’t something she felt she could ever get used to…and hopefully wouldn’t have to.
   With the need to find a toilet now an afterthought, Megan had no reason to hurry home.  She wanted to shower and change, of course, but running in a full diaper would likely only make things worse.  Taking slow, deliberate steps, Megan was gradually able to let go her feelings of disgust and embarrassment.  She had had an accident; nothing more.  Plenty of people probably had accidents, she rationalized.  They just never talked about them.
   As she took her time, it was awhile before Megan’s feet finally graced her property once again.  She was surprised to see both her parents’ cars in the driveway.  They should be at work.  Megan hoped that everything was OK.
   Her hope turned to doubt as she approached the house.  Something was definitely not right.  She saw Stephen casually kicking a soccer ball around the yard and waved to him.  He would probably have a snide comment or two about the status of her diaper, but she had more important things to worry about.
   “What’s going on?”
   “Mom and Dad are really mad at Carrie,” he explained.  His normally brattish candor seemed curiously lacking, and Megan interpreted this as a sign that things were really bad.
   “What did she do?”
   He shrugged.  “They caught her with a boy, I think.  I didn’t wanna get yelled at, so I didn’t stick around to see.  Carrie’s taking it really bad though.  I could hear her crying.”
   Little bubbles of worriment popped up all over Megan’s mind as she attempted to find the cause for her sister’s state of woe.  She started with the most extreme possibilities and worked her way in.  Was she pregnant?  God, she hoped not.  Carrie was only 15!  Maybe her grades came and they were really sucky.  Not likely; Carrie was fairly bright and her parents would flip out THIS much over grades.  Something to do with her creepy new friends, maybe?  A possibility, but again she did not know.  She would simply have to find out on her own.
   Megan grasped the severity of the situation within a moment of entering the house.  She was able to walk right by her parents, dirty diaper and all, without them really noticing her.  Nancy seemed deeply upset, Drew looked as if he had just bet his life savings at the track and came up short.  Jeez!
   She showered, cleaned herself up and went to check on her sister.  Carrie was lying face down on the middle of her bed, doing a pretty good imitation of a murder victim.
   “Did you talk to them yet?” she asked Megan in a low, hurt voice.
   “Talk to who?” Megan asked without thinking.
   “Mom and Dad.  Who do you think?!”
   “No.  What did they do?”
   She lifted herself from the bed and allowed Megan to look upon her tear-stricken face.  “They disowned me.”
   Megan’s heart momentarily jumped before it dawned on her that she was overreacting.  “Come on.  They did NOT disown me.”
   “They might as well could have!” Carrie spat with a forcefulness that was not her own.  “After what they said.  Fucking hypocrites!  I hate them so much.”
   Megan was horrified.  Not even Jess had been this bad.  It seemed that what happened between Carrie and her parents was less an argument and more a war.
   “Carrie,” she explained.  “This is Mom and Dad you’re talking about.  Your family.  The people you’ve known and lived with all your life.  Whatever they said, they don’t hate you and you probably don’t hate them.  Believe me, there have been times when I’ve been pissed, but it goes away.  And so will this.”
   Carrie sighed.  “Maybe,” she said.  “I dunno.”
   “You want to at least tell me what’s going on?”
   She shook her head.
   “Fine.  I’m sure I’ll be able to get it from them…”
   “I was with a boy,” she explained.  “My friend Chris….”
   “…And Mom caught you?”
   “We weren’t even doing anything!” Carrie protested, sounding more like Megan than either of them thought imaginable.  “We were just fooling around.  Trying stuff.  It’s not like we were having sex.”
   Megan raised an eyebrow.  If it was sex, she could understand why her parents were a bit outraged.  But if not, then what?  Weed?  Please nothing worse than that…
   “Trying stuff?  What kind of stuff?”
   Carrie mumbled something and Megan asked her to repeat it.
   “S&M type stuff,” she said in a tiny, humiliated voice.
   “You’re too young for that,” Megan said, half-jokingly.
   “Fuck you too,” Carrie snapped, glaring defiantly.  Megan felt as if she had wrapped her hand around a coil of high-voltage wires.
   “I’m sorry,” she hurriedly apologized.  “I…well…what were you and Chris doing?”
   “Like I said, not much.  We were both kinda curious.  Chris is nice by the way.  Not like a pervert or anything…”
   “I didn’t say he was…”
   “So we got around to talking about stuff we might like to do and then we did some of it.  He asked me to scratch him.  And I did.  And then I asked him to spank me.  And he did.”
   “Wow,” Megan remarked.  This was a side of her sister that she never even knew existed.  She never even thought it possible for that matter.  And, as unnerving as it was to discover, Megan found herself wishing that she had that curiosity and willingness to explore when she was Carrie’s age.  Fortunately, Ted hadn’t been into anything exotic…. else she wouldn’t have a clue.
   “We had some music on, too,” Carrie continued.  “Didn’t even here Mom come in.  She came right into the room, no knocking or anything.  Scared the shit out of us.”
   “She was probably every bit as scared as you were,” Megan pointed out.  “Maybe even more.”
   “Yeah, whatever.  That still didn’t give her the right to do what she did.”
   “Well…what did she do?”
   “She pointed at Chris and told him to get out.  Before she called the police.  No chance to explain, no chance for me to say goodbye.  Nothing…. just get out.  And then she started yelling at me.  She was madder than I’d ever seen.  But I was mad, too.  I didn’t even do anything and she wouldn’t let me explain and I just lost it.”
   “Lost it?” Megan asked.
   “You know how I am,” Carrie reiterated.  “Mom or Dad yell at me, I argue for about a minute and I let it go.  But not this time.  I just took all the…resentment that I’d been saving up, I guess, and started letting it out.  And Mom looked hurt by some of the stuff I said, but I didn’t care.  She called Dad and he got out of work and then I let him have it too.  And that’s when they disowned me.”
   “Carrie…what did they say?”
   Carrie shrugged.  “I don’t even remember.  Something about me not acting like I belong in this family…. who gives a shit anymore.  They don’t want me, I get it, and I might as well move out.”
   Megan looked at her and started laughing.  It was unbridled teen angst at its most unguarded…. and most mindless.  Carrie seemed defensive for a moment, and then began to chuckle in spite of herself.
   “Yeah, I guess it is a stupid idea,” she concluded.  “But what am I gonna do, Meg?”
   “I don’t know,” Megan answered.  “But I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out….”
   “After the way they reacted, I’m not sure I want to…”
   Megan sighed.  “OK, look…they’ve been on edge lately.  Because of me.”
   “Because of your…um…accidents?”
   “No, because I was attacked.”
   “Attacked?!”
   “At the pool.  Days ago.”
   “Oh my God, that was you?”
   Megan nodded.  “I’m kinda over it now, but Mom and dad are still a bit upset by it.  They don’t want to see anything bad happen to any of us.  So cut them some slack, OK?  And I’ll try to talk to them.”
   “Thanks, Meg.”
   Megan decided to wait until approaching her parents about Carrie.  She knew what they would say anyway.  That it was none of her business.  That she had no idea what it was like to be a parent.  That, after her own recent behavior, she should be the last person to say anything.  They’d be right, too.  But she felt she could deal with it.
   “Psst….Meg,” Stephen whispered.
   Megan approached his room and saw that the door was open just a crack.  She could tell that he was hiding, but couldn’t quite figure out why.  After all, he wasn’t the one being yelled at lately.
   He put his video game on pause and looked at her eagerly, almost impatiently for an explanation.
   “Why are Mom and Dad so mad at Carrie?” he wanted to know.  “Was I right?  Was she with a boy?”
   Megan nodded.  She knew she would have no way of being able to explain this and hoped he wouldn’t ask too many more questions.
   “Were they fucking?”
   Megan’s eyes widened.
   “How do you even know about that?” she asked, slightly miffed.
   “Billy’s got some magazines from his dad’s closet,” Stephen explained.  Then, with a smug grin.  “So I know aaaalllll about it.”
   “Oh yeah?” Megan asked, curious now.  “What do you think it is?”
   “It’s when you stick your dick inside a girl’s thing and make a lot of noise.  It sounds pretty gross to me.”
   Megan chuckled and sighed.  Her fifteen-year-old sister was developing an interest in BDSM and her eleven year old brother claimed to be an expert on sex (although, thankfully, all his knowledge came from magazines…. otherwise there really WOULD be a problem).  Whatever happened to the innocence of youth?
   “So were they?” Stephen asked.
   “Were they what?”
   “Fucking.”
   “No,” Megan told him.  “And don’t let mom catch you using that word.”
   Stephen rolled his eyes.  “I’m not STUPID, Meg.”
   “Oh yeah?  Then why are you hiding in here when you didn’t do anything wrong?”
   He made an explosion sound and a gesture with his hands.
   “Fireworks?” she asked.
   He nodded.
   “Be careful with those…. you can get burned pretty badly.”
   “I will.  Are you gonna tell?”
   Megan shook her head.  “Nope.  You’ll owe me one…. and I think I know what it’s going to be.”
   He shrugged.  “OK, fine.  I won’t call you Diaper Girl anymore…”
   “…Or anything else.”
   “Or anything else,” he repeated, sounding less than enthused.
   “Good,” she said, smiling satisfactorily on her way out.
   Drew and Nancy had calmed down a bit since when Megan first walked in, but they still seemed gravely upset.
   “Hello, Megan,” Drew greeted blankly.
   “I see you’ve had a nice, long talk with your sister,” Nancy told her.  “Which is good, because we do not wish to discuss it.”
   “Mom…” Megan began.
   “You heard your mother,” Drew echoed.
   Now she was frustrated as well.  “You’re causing her to repress,” she practically spat at them.  “That’s gonna end up screwing her up later on.  Is that what you want?”
   “I’d rather her repress than see her raped or harmed,” Nancy retorted.
   “Jesus, Mom, always with the extremes.”
   “Go to your room,” Drew commanded.  “We’re through discussing this.”
   Megan retreated, temporarily defeated but far from giving up.  They were being irrational, unreasonable…. and yet, at the same time, seemed wholly justified.  Could she blame them for wanting to look out for the well being of their children?  No, not at all.  Could she blame them for being a bit scared of something they didn’t understand?  Well…not really.  That was a natural reaction, she supposed.  And yet, they had to be made to see that a.) This was obviously something Carrie wanted if she was willing to take such a big risk and that b.) They were going to have to find a way to accept that without negating their concerns.  She found herself immensely glad that she wasn’t a parent.
   Tapped out from trying to contemplate a solution, Megan lay back in bed to take a quick nap.  She stripped off her shorts and patted her diaper.  Good old diaper, she thought with a hint of cynicism.  Always there to keep me nice and safe.  No need to worry there…about accidents, about being assaulted by a psychotic skank and her bitchy sister, about much of anything else.  As long as she had her diaper on, there was some security to be had and her parents could let their guard down.  It was a shame things weren’t that simple for Carrie.  But who’s to say they couldn’t be?
   Megan averting her nap to have a chat with her sister.
   “You’re right,” she said.  “They’re being really stubborn.  I couldn’t get through to them.”
   “That’s OK,” Carrie replied, better, but still dismayed.  “You tried.”
   “I’m not done yet,” Megan informed her.  “But before I try again, I need to know if this is something really important to you.”
   “It is,” said Carrie.  “At least I thought it was.  I thought about it a lot before today, and then when we actually started doing it…it felt weird.  Weird, but in a good way.  Now when I try to think about it, all I get is mom yelling at me.  Guess I’m pretty screwed up, huh?”
   “Yeah, but we love you for it,” Megan joked.  “Would you want to try it again if you had the chance?”
   “I think so.  That is…if I can find a door with a lock on it and Chris isn’ totally freaked out about what happened.  Why?  You really think you convince them?”
   “I just might.”
   “How?”
   “Do you trust me on this?”
   “Yeah, Meg, but…”
   “Then don’t worry.”
   Of course, her plan was far from foolproof.  They could reject it for any number of reasons.  They could reject it because it was stupid.  They could reject it because they had no way of knowing whether it would work or not and they weren’t ready to take a huge risk to find out.  They could agree with her….and still reject it because they were just that stubborn.  But it was worth a try…wasn’t it?
AMegan opted to scrap the idea and think of something a little less outlandish (although, at the moment, she hadn’t a clue what that might be).
BMegan approached her parents to suggest that Carrie be allowed to engage in further ‘play’ in the future with their blessing…as long as she promised to be careful and agreed to wear a diaper.  Strange, perhaps, but it was a good idea as any she felt she was going to have.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #18 on: June 17, 2011, 06:20:41 pm »

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   Megan approached her parents to suggest that Carrie be allowed to engage in further ‘play’ in the future with their blessing…as long as she promised to be careful and agreed to wear a diaper.  Strange, perhaps, but it was a good idea as any she felt she was going to have.
   “Absolutely not!” Nancy shouted.
   “But…”
   “We’re not having this conversation,” Drew informed her.
   “Oh yes we are,” Megan protested.  “Or I’m going to keep bringing it up again and again until we DO have it.”
   Left to their own devices, everyone began to gradually clam down and cool off.  By the time they all headed out to dinner, it was nearly forgotten.  Megan breathed a little easier knowing that the doors of communication remained open.  Even if they still said no, they would have at least heard the other side first.  And she would have been able to say that she tried.
   “I’m going to Billy’s,” Stephen announced shortly after they returned home.
   “Be back before dark,” Nancy cautioned.
   “I will.”
   “Where have I heard that one before?”
   “I will, Mom!”
   In his absence, the tension seemed to increase again tenfold.  Drew seemed uneasy, Nancy disappointed, Carrie frustrated.  And yet no one said a word.  Megan sighed.  It looked like it was her job to play negotiator again.
   “Well?” she asked.  “Can we talk about this?”
   She received no answer.
   “It’s OK, Meg,” Carrie said.  “They’re too stubborn to listen anyway…”
   “Unbelievable,” Drew muttered, shaking his head.
   “You know, Carrie,” Nancy suggested.  “Maybe you ought to talk to a counselor about this….”
   “I don’t need to talk to a counselor!” she rebuffed.  “I need for you to stay out of my life.”
   “Here we go again,” Megan said under her breath.
   “You are fifteen years old!” Drew retorted, getting louder and more irate by the moment.  “And there is no way that either of us will…”
   “Guys, please,” Megan interceded.  “Don’t yell, OK?”
   Drew scowled at her.
   “Megan’s right,” Nancy declared.  “I feel that we should be able to approach this civilly.  Carrie?  Do you think you can handle that?”
   “Yes, Mom,” she said, humbling herself and regaining her composure.
   “Now,” said Nancy, drawing in a deep breath and trying not to look too unnerved.  “What is it that you want?”
   “I want….” Carrie began, her voice tightening with the strain of uncertainty.
   “It’s OK,” Megan encouraged.
   “I want you to give me and Chris another chance.”
   “To do what, exactly?” Drew asked gravely.
   “To play.”
   “You call THAT playing?  I have another word for it.  It’s…”
   “Honey, please,” Nancy interceded.  “Let’s at least hear her out first.”
   Carrie explained that she had been going through a lot of change lately…..a truth that no one in the room would dispute.  She then continued to say that she really wasn’t sure of who she was and that she felt inclined to try many new things in hopes of coming to develop some sort of understanding about herself.
   “That is perfectly normal,” Nancy assured her.
   “Then why are we fighting?”
   Drew glared at her and she tensed up.
   “I can’t do this,” she whimpered. 
   “Yes you can,” Megan encouraged.
   Carrie went on to explain that she had had dreams in which she was tied up and smacked around a bit.  She said she knew it seemed wrong, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.  The more she thought about it, the more appealing it became.  Finally, after weeks of carrying it around bottled up inside of her, she confided in her friend Chris…. who, as it turned out, had similar desires.  Neither of them, however, had any actual experiences and they made a pact to help each other find out if it was really something they wanted…or just the deceptive mechanisms of young and inquisitive minds.
   “And I really did enjoy it,” she concluded.  “Until you came in and ruined it for me!  Now, every time I think about it, I feel dirty….”
   “Well how do you think I feel?!” Nancy retorted.  “To come home in the middle of the day and find my daughter over the knee of a strange young man, grinning like a harlot while he smacked her behind?”
   “I guess we’re fortunate that’s all he was doing,” Drew remarked sourly.
   “Chris is my friend!” Carrie shouted.  “He would NEVER do anything I didn’t want him to do….”
   “How do you know?” Nancy asked.  “You’ve only known him a few months, haven’t you?”
   “More than a year, actually,” Carrie replied with an air of righteous satisfaction.  “You probably just don’t recognize him because he started dressing differently around the same time I did.”
   Drew seemed momentarily befuddled.  “This isn’t Chris Michalik we’re talking about, is it?  Kid who lives on the corner of Third and Pine?  I do taxes for his father.”
   Carrie nodded.
   “Jesus,” Drew whispered softly.
   “I didn’t recognize him,” said Nancy.  “And I never would have thought….
   “You guys are obviously having a hard time with this,” Megan interceded.
   “I like to think of myself as being open-minded,” said Drew.  “When I was growing up, talking about masturbation was sort of taboo, but I never had a problem with it.  But this?  And at only 15?”
   He shook his head doubtfully.
   “Well…do you have a problem with me being in diapers?” Megan asked.
   “Of course not,” Nancy answered.
   “You need them,” Drew said.  “What does that have to do with anything?”
   “There are people out there who wear them because they want to,” Megan pointed out.  “Because they enjoy it.”
   “You’re not one of them, are you?”
   Megan shook her head.  “But suppose I was and you didn’t know about it.  You’d still be OK with it, right?”
   Drew threw his hands up in defeat.  “Yes, I suppose so.”
   “Then why not this?”
   “This is a LOT more dangerous,” Nancy admonished.
   “No it’s not, Mom,” Carrie contended.
   “What’s the worst that can happen?” Megan asked.
   Drew glared at her.  “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
   “You think I wanna see her get hurt?!” Megan rebutted.  “She’s my sister!  But, she’ll  be with someone she knows and trusts.  Someone who’s her age and just as scared and confused as she is.  Besides, she’ll be wearing a diaper the whole time so…you know…. doesn’t happen”
   Carrie winced.  Megan had made a lot of very good points, but would it might not matter in the end.  She tried to put herself in her mother’s place and she wasn’t quite sure she’d see things any differently than her parent’s did right now.  After all, it was kinda risky.  She winced because she was expecting the final, definitive ‘no!’ that would shatter her dreams, crush her ambitions and leave her lonely and longing for the years to come.
   “Give us a minute to confer,” Drew said instead.
   Carrie smiled hopefully as she and Megan left the room.
   “Thanks a lot, Meg,” Carrie said.  “I think you may have finally convinced them.”
   “I hope so,” Megan replied.
   They were summoned back in and sat down to await final judgment.
   “If we were to let you do this?” Nancy asked.  “Would it make you happy?”
   Carrie nodded emphatically.
   “Would you be willing and able to abide by our rules?”
   She nodded again.
   “If this gets done,” Drew said.  “It gets done with our supervision.  We won’t be standing there watching, but we won’t be too far either.  And we will burst in and check up if we get even the least bit suspicious.”
   “I get it,” Carrie said.
   “We don’t know what you have in mind as far as this is concerned and quite frankly we don’t want to,” Nancy told her.  “Just know what we don’t want: you getting hurt.  That means…”
   “I know what it means,” Carrie said.
   “If I see so much as one cut or bruise on either of you,” Drew informed her.  “Then you’ll be grounded until you’re 18, I kid you not.”
   “Can she do it?” Megan asked.
   “Yes,” Nancy said uneasily.  “Just this once…for now.”
   “We don’t like it,” Drew added.  “And we don’t really approve.  But we are willing to give it a try.”
   Carrie was overjoyed.  She hugged Megan, hugged her parents and kissed each of them on the neck.  Despite the tensions of the day and being placed in an uneasy predicament, they couldn’t help but smile.
   The date of Carrie’s rendezvous with Chris arrived and she was giddy with nervous excitement.  Megan felt happy for her, but at the same time began wondering if she made the right choice by helping her.  The thought of something bad happening came up now and again, despite her attempts to dismiss it.
   “Excited?” she asked.
   “Nervous,” Carrie replied.
   “Just remember what we said,” Nancy reminded her.
   Carrie nodded.  She wasn’t about to blow this opportunity by going against her parents’ mandate.
   “You might as well get your diaper on.”
   “Can Meg do it?”
   Megan was slightly surprised by the request, but readily agreed to it.  Just like she did when Carrie was younger, she led her by her hand to her room to put her diaper on.
   “This is weird,” Carrie commented as she lay down and allowed Megan to diaper her.
   “THIS is weird?!” Megan replied and chuckled.
   Megan’s diapers were too big on her and she had to use a roll of tape to ensure the proper fit.  After sufficient taping and adjusting, Carrie was securely diapered and ready to go.  The diapers enwrapped her midsection, forming an effective chastity belt.
   “You really used a lot of tape,” Carrie remarked.
   “Mom and Dad’s orders,” Megan told her.  “They want to be sure that it doesn’t come off.”
   “What happens if I have to go?”
   “Duh,” Megan replied.  “You use it.”
   “Oh.”
   “It’s not so bad.  Believe me.”
   Chris arrived shortly thereafter.  He was on the short side with blonde hair that had been streaked blue.  His manner was timid or shy, perhaps by natural disposition or perhaps by the scare Nancy had previously thrown into him.  Drew gave him an expression that let him know he would be watched.  Carrie greeted him nervously, hoping to erase the bad taste left by their prior encounter.  Together, they entered her room….and shut the door behind them.
   Megan acted as a messenger for the duration.  Her parents had wanted her to stand outside the door and eavesdrop, but she refused to but it.  She did, however, agree to tell them if she thought something wasn’t on the level.  Stephen asked what was going on and was incensed by Megan’s reply that he wasn’t old enough to understand.
   “What do you mean not OLD enough?” he demanded to know.
   “I don’t even know if I’m old enough,” Megan joked.
   Stephen gave her a quizzical look and she ruffled his hair.
   “I hate when you do that,” he remarked.
   “I know.”
   Despite all the misgivings, apprehensions and concerns, the rendezvous went off without a hitch.  There were no screams for help, no causes for alarm.  When it was over, Chris politely bid everyone goodbye and quietly ducked out the door.  When Carrie emerged, she was nearly glowing.
   “Have fun?” Megan asked.
   “Oh yeah.”
   “That’s good.  At the risk of grossing myself out…what’d you guys do?”
   “Well…first we just kinda talked for awhile and I said I was sorry about last time and we both weren’t sure of what we were going to do cuz we were both really nervous.  And then he finally tells me what I wanted and I told him what he wanted.”
   “And?” Megan asked, by now intrigued.
   “Well, I took out my shoelaces and whipped him on the arm.  Then he chased me around the room and we wrestled for a bit, kinda fooling around.  Then we kept trying to pinch each other for a little while, but gave up cuz we both were too fast for each other.  Finally, we just cuddled.  It was fun.  Not really sexy, but fun.”
   “That’s good,” Megan remarked.  “Something you want to do again?”
   “Yeah.  I just hope I’m less nervous next time.”
   “What’d he think of the diaper?”
   “He teased me about it and laughed when I told him why I had it on, but he later told me he thought it was cute.”
   “What do you think of it?” Megan asked.
   Carrie shrugged.  “I dunno…I kinda like the way it feels.  But then again, I haven’t had it on for all that long.  You must be sick of them by now.”
   Megan shrugged.  She could tell Carrie was curious about diapers and couldn’t help but thinking that she could be of help once again.  Or…. perhaps it was wiser to let her sister make her own decision.
A“You can try wearing it a little longer if you’d like,” Megan suggested, hoping Carrie would catch on.
BShe stood mute.  For her, this was no novelty…. it was a necessity.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #19 on: June 17, 2011, 06:21:35 pm »

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   “You can try wearing it a little longer if you’d like,” Megan suggested, hoping Carrie would catch on.
   “Why would I want to...” Carrie began before she picked up at what Megan was getting at. “Oh...OK.”
   “It really isn't bad,” Megan repeated. “I just wished I didn't have to wear them.”
   “Would you?” Carrie asked. “If you didn't have to?”
   Megan didn't know what to say. Had anyone asked her a month ago, she'd have told them that wearing diapers by choice was a downright stupid proposition. Since then, she had learned to take solace in the comfort they provided her. She had no reason to worry about accidents, and she enjoyed being babied and cared for. But would she even have come to that point if it hadn't been for the bedwetting? Probably not.
   “I don't know.”
   “Well, you know me. I'm always into new things.”
   “Just try not to hurt yourself,” Megan joked.
   She returned to her room and began jotting a few things down in her journal. It seemed as if the dust had finally settled. She wouldn't have to worry about Deanna anymore, Carrie was back on speaking terms with Mom and Dad and things at work had cooled off. All of which, to some extent or another, were thanks to or because of her. And while she savored the expression of gratitude on her sister's face, she received precious little thanks.
   “Psst...Meg,” Carrie interrupted.
   “Sick of it already?”
   “No,” Carrie answered, beginning to blush. “I need changing.”
   Megan chuckled. “Really?”
   “Mmm-hmm.”
   “OK, looks like I have the honors.”
   Utilizing a pair of scissors to remove the excess tape, Megan took off Carrie's diaper and wiped her behind.
   “That tickles!” Carrie complained.
   Megan shrugged. “You get used to it, I guess.”
   “Yeah, maybe I will.”
   “Look,” she began. “I'm glad you found something you like. Really. But don't go rushing all into it...”
   “Why not?” Carrie interrupted.
   “Let me finish, OK?” Megan cleared her throat. “Don't go rushing all into it before considering what it means first.”
   “I won't,” Carrie assured her.
   “And if you are considering it,” Megan cautioned. “Don't tell Mom and Dad. At least not yet. Between all the stuff we've thrown at them lately, we're lucky they haven't had heart attacks.”
   “OK, I won't tell.”
   “Good. Anytime you wanna borrow a diaper from me, just ask. Or, you can get you're own. But if Mom should happen to find it, she's going to want to know where it came from.”
   “Gotcha. Thanks Meg.”
   “No problem.”
   With her sister's well being tended to and settled upon (at least for now), Megan breathed a little easier. Though much had happened, the day was still young. There was still enough time to see a movie. Megan picked up the phone to see what her friends were up to, but instead of calling Sabrina, she inadvertently dialed Ted. She quickly realized her error and hung up before he could answer. What on Earth had made her do that?
   The answer, of course, was Ron. It had been more than a week since their close encounter and she had heard NOTHING back. She wasn't sure if he had lost interest in her or was simply waiting for her to get back to him. As she didn't have his number, the only way to gage the situation was through Ted. Of course, there was no way to ask about Ron without Ted knowing what was going on in an instant. And how would that make him feel? She had come close to calling on several occasions; only to back out at the last second when she pondered the potential mess she was getting herself in. Ironically, only after she had given up any notion of success did she ultimately find the courage to make the call.
   Taking a deep breath, Megan tried once more. At this point, she had nothing left to lose.
   “Hello?”
   “Hey Ted.”
   “Hi Meg. Did you just call me?”
   “Yeah.”
   “Then why did you hang up?”
   “Dropped the phone,” she fibbed.
   “Oh, OK. So how've you been?”
   “Good, good. You?”
   “Awesome, thanks.”
   “Look, Ted,” she began, feeling her heart beat faster inside her chest. “Did you're friend Ron say anything about me?”
   Ted hesitated a moment before answering and Megan felt herself grow lightheaded in the interim. The anticipation of waiting killed her more than any bad news ever could. Why couldn't she just hurry up and KNOW already?
   “No...I don't think he did,” Ted answered at last.
   Disappointment hit Megan like the bombing of Dresden. She thought they had a definite connection. She told him about her wetting. She let him touch her. And, after all that, he was so moved that he said NOTHING about it. She felt like she had been used and discarded, a diaper to quench the stream of male sexuality. There probably were other explanations, of course, but to Megan thee was only one that made sense. He had used her and now she felt bad. What an asshole.
   “Megan?”
   “”OK.... thanks Ted.”
   She hung up before he could ask what was wrong.
   Not wishing to wallow in her own juices of frustration and betrayal, Megan followed through with her original plan and phoned Sabrina. She and Des were free for a movie on the condition that Raul and Pedro tag along. Megan wasn't thrilled about this, but compared to the way Ron had treated her, Raul would seem like a sweetheart by comparison.
   “Going to the movies,” she told her parents on the way out. She had learned her lesson last time and was sure to keep them posted of her goings-on.
   “Do you need changing first?” Nancy offered.
   Megan shook her head. She should be OK. And, if not, she had extra diapers with her. Concerns about her diapers being detected were put to ease simply by her wearing a pair of nylon windbreaker pants that masked the noise.
   It seemed that almost everyone was going through a rough patch. Sabrina's uncle was ill; Pedro and Des continued to contend with their respective families' disapproval of their relationship. Raul was slowly going deaf from all of Vern's verbal abuse and was desperate to find something better. Lending herself to vagueness, Megan added her own plight to the hodgepodge of misery.
   “What a dick,” Des remarked.
   “That's so not right,” Sabrina added.
   “I don't even know that that's what happened,” said Megan. “But....I don't know what else to think.”
   Raul was more pragmatic in his assessment. “So you got played,” he teased. “All this means is that it won't happen next time.”
   “You don't understand,” Megan countered. “I was REALLY looking forward to it.”
   “She's been having guy troubles,” Sabrina explained.
   “Hey,” Raul joked. “You have my number.”
   Megan rolled her eyes and they went in to watch the movie. Two hours later, Ron was as forgotten as he had been before she misdialed Ted's number. There would be other guys and other opportunities for her to prove herself. For the time being, she contented herself to being lost in the sheer experience of being alive.
   Megan found herself in need of a nap and a diaper change when she arrived home. She used to have far more energy by this time in the day, but the ritual of napping had conditioned her to feel tired. Likewise, she was slowly being conditioned to wet herself without any recollection of doing so. Her diaper was soaked and she couldn't remember peeing even once. As much as this bothered her, Megan rationalized that the change wasn't permanent. What could be conditioned one way could be conditioned back.....couldn't it?
   “Mooommmyyyy!” she called, indulging in the bratty behavior that being a girl in diapers surely afforded her.
   “What is it?” Nancy asked, practically rushing to her side and fearing something had gone wrong.
   Megan found herself giggling at her mother's overreaction. “Nothing,” she answered, a wide grin on her face. “I need my diaper changed.”
   “That wasn't nice,” Nancy replied crossly. “You had me worried there.”
Megan shrugged and Nancy began to tickle her feet.
   “Mom, stop,” she said in a more assertive adult manner. Unfortunately, the change in tone failed to be persuasive and she found herself laughing and begging for mercy within a twenty-second span.
   “Let this be a lesson to you,” Nancy told her. “That you haven't quite outsmarted you're deal old Mom.”
   “You're not OLD,” Megan assured her.
   Nancy changed her diaper and put her down for her nap. Clean, dry and quite cozy, Megan dozed off almost immediately. She awoke rather crankily to the ringing of her phone. She usually remembered to shut it off during naptime, but it must have slipped her mind.
   “What?” she asked groggily.
   “Nice to hear from you too,” said Kylie.
   “Sorry,” Megan replied. “I was sleeping and you woke me.”
   “My bad. Go on back to sleep.”
   “Can't now.”
   “Well then, we might as well talk.”
   “Yes...we might as well.”
   They chatted for a while and Megan found out that Kylie's summer had been certainly no less miserable than hers.
   “So when are you going to visit me and rescue me from this mess?” Kylie asked. The question seemed to come up almost every time they talked, and Megan almost always had the same reply.
   “Umm....I dunno.”
   “Well, are you doing anything this weekend?”
   “I don't think so.”
   “Good. Maybe you can come up to the lake.”
   Megan pondered a moment. She wanted to see Kylie again, she really did. Unfortunately, Kylie was the type of person she couldn't keep secrets from. She tried before, but they ended up coming out nonetheless. She knew if she went, she'd end up telling her about Ted, and Ron, and Deanna. About Carrie and her parents and her diapers. About anything and everything, and would be pinning her hopes on the assumption that Kylie would understand. It was a big risk, but then again, there was no reason she could think of for Kylie NOT to stand by her. The question was, could she stand by herself?
A.)“I dunno,” Meg answered, readying herself to make up an excuse on the spot. She felt rotten about doing it, but she wasn't quite ready to deal.
B.)“Sure,” Megan answered. “That'd be great.” If anyone had the answers to the riddle that was her life, it would be Kylie.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #20 on: June 17, 2011, 06:22:40 pm »

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   Kylie lived in a diminutive village upstate, surrounded by forests, hills, a lake...and precious little else.  It was more than an hour's drive, and while Megan found the pace easygoing, she was nonetheless racked with tension.  She had resolved to tell Kylie about her diapers rather than have her guess and eventually figure it out.  Telling was a big step for her.  She had not yet told Ted.... and probably never would.  Josh, Sabrina, Des were all blissfully unaware.  She didn't feel as guilty about not telling them either.  Her friends and coworkers occupied only a portion of her life.  But Kylie was different.  They would be rooming together again in the upcoming year.  There wouldn't be anything they could hide from each other.  And, if she didn't understand......  Megan didn't even want to think about it. 
   After panicking and nearly turning around several times, Megan finally reached her destination in under two hours' time.  Kylie had not exaggerated the circumstances of her malaise; the town really WAS small.  Megan was able to drive through it and see all the highlights within five minutes.  There was a general store, the local alternative to a CVS or a Bledsoe's.  There was a small movie theater whose marquee featured titles that were several months old.  There were two churches, a playing field, an elementary school/daycare and, of course, the lake.  It might have been pretty, Meg reckoned, had not the water taken on an ugly mud-brown hue.  With such a narrow assortment of streets for her to turn onto, Megan found Kylie's house in no time.
   She stepped outside and looked around.  In spite of the town's Spartan demeanor, the houses weren't bad.  There was “breathing room”, as her mother might have said.  The weather was warm and the bugs were out.  Megan swatted a few away from her face, but managed to get stung elsewhere anyway.  Her arms and much of her legs were bare.  She wore a tank top and denim shorts, with a pair of panties doing a barely adequate job of concealing her diaper.  It'd be easier if she were a guy, she thought.  At least then she wouldn't feel as uncomfortable about wearing boxer shorts.
   The door to the house opened and Kylie Simmons emerged.  She was tall and thin, with an athletic body and nicely tanned skin.  An active girl, there were an assortment of scratches and bruises about her arms and legs, the result of canoeing and hiking and who new what else.  Part German and part Native-American, Kylie had been mistaken for everything from Armenian to Turkish to Hispanic.  Megan didn't think there was any real way to describe her and gave up trying long ago.
   “Hey roomie,” said Megan.
   “Hi,” Kylie waved back.  “You finally made it.”
   “Yup.  But if I knew it was gonna be like this, I'd have brought hiking boots, a rope and my Lara Croft outfit.”
   Kylie giggled.  “Come on in.”
   “Nice to see you again,” Kylie's mother greeted.
   “You too, Mrs. Simmons.”
   They grabbed cold drinks and retreated to Kylie's room.
   “It's a bit of a mess,” she said apologetically.
   Megan shrugged.  Name a college student whose room wasn't a mess.
   They reminisced for a while and shared in a few good laughs before moving onto current events.  Not quite ready to drop the bomb, Megan instead focused her griping to the realms of guys and work.
   “Vern's an asshole, but it's not his fault that he's an asshole, if you know what I mean,” Megan explained.
   “So you're OK with it, huh?”
   “I get used to it.  But now he wants me to work more hours and its just....I dunno.”
   “I wish I had more hours,” Kylie complained.
   “I thought you were a camp counselor.”
   “I am,” she verified.  “The pay sucks.... it’s practically volunteer work.  And then I work at the store sometimes too.  But the problem is almost everyone in this town between 16 and 25 works there, so hours are really tight.”
   “Aww....”
   She shrugged.  “I should probably stop bitching, right?”
   Megan shook her head.  “Bitch, moan, complain...I don't care.”
   “Well in that case, have you had the opportunity to meet some of our fine citizens?”
   “Umm...when I was driving around, I saw this old guy mowing the lawn with his shirt off.  And then this little kid waved to me.  Does that count?”
   Kylie chuckled.
   “People here seem nice,” Megan quickly added.
   “They're assholes.”
   “Why?”
   “Well...it's like this: they smile to your face, but then they get you back in little ways.  Like this guy Ben.  He's a year or two older and he came back and started substitute teaching at the school.  So he's doing a science lesson and he's discussing what might have led to the end of the dinosaurs.  And then this kid comes out and says that God killed them.”
   “Really....”
   “And Ben didn't even say it was wrong or anything.  But he was just trying to teach.  So he started listing these other explanations.  You know, like starvation and stuff like that.  But then every time he started on one, the kid would come in with, “Nu-uh...God killed him.... you’re a liar!”  Eventually, he got sick of it and he gave the kid a warning.  The next day, he got fired.  And now he can't get a job anywhere.”
   Megan's eyes widened.  “You're kidding, right?”
   Kylie shook her head.
   “Man, that sucks.”
   “You're telling me!”
   As they talked more, the comfort level gradually dropped.  Megan wanted to try to find a delicate way to introduce the topic of her diaper wearing, but it was immensely difficult without her being too obvious or freaking Kylie out.  For her part, Kylie seemed to have anxiety of her own and was not dealing with it well.
   “Living together next year is gonna be great,” Megan said, trying to display a minimum of enthusiasm.
   “Yeah,” Kylie answered blankly.
   “What's wrong?” she asked at last, tiring of the charade.
   “Meg, I've got something to tell you....”
   “I've got something to tell you too,” she said, mustering her courage.
   “Let me go first, OK?”
   Megan nodded.  Anxious as she was, she remained attentive and interested in what Kylie had to say.
   “Ummm....OK,” Kylie began, drawing in a deep breath.  “You remember Jamie?”
   Megan nodded.  Jamie was Kylie's psuedo-boyfriend.  They had communicated extensively over e-mail and the phone and were poised to meet over the summer.  Megan hoped that things worked out for them; for as fun as she was, Kylie could be downright aloof sometimes.
   “Yeah.  Of course.  You guys meet?”
   “Yeah...”
   “That's great.  So...what's he like in person?”
   “Well.... the thing is.....Jamie's a she.”
   As shocked as she was by this tidbit of information, Megan tried to remain unphased.  “Oh.... OK.”
   “You didn't know, did you?” Kylie asked, somewhat on edge.  “That I liked girls.”
   “No,” Megan answered.  “Are you....”
   “I'm bi,” Kylie answered.  “But I'm leaning more towards that way.  I had an experience with a guy a few years ago.... it didn't go well.”
   “I'm sorry.”
   “I'm not.”
   “No, I didn't mean it like that.”
   “Forget it.  I shouldn't have said anything.”
   “Kylie,” Megan leveled.  “This is no big deal.  I just wanted to know why you didn't tell me sooner.”
   Kylie scoffed.  “Because you would have freaked out on me.”
   “Over you being bi?  Come on.... this is me here.  I'm you're friend.”
   “Meg, I've had perfectly nice people tell me I'm going to hell.”
   “Oh,” she replied sourly.  “Well...do a lot of people know?”
   “My parents aren't happy about it, but they don't try to get in my way.  My grandparents don't even talk to me anymore.  A few of the people around here found out...they give me shit about it.  One of them threw a rock through my window.”
   “Assholes,” Megan remarked.
   “When I met Jamie, she was so scared.  She'd been set up before.  Girls would pretend to be interested in her...just to get close enough to kick her ass.”
   Megan couldn't help but thinking about Deanna.  It made her stomach sink.  “Well, I hope you know that I'm OK with it and I'd never do anything like that.”
   “You sure?” Kylie asked.  “We're gonna be living together....”
   “Hey,” Megan joked.  “Just as long as you don't make any movies on me...”
   “You know I want your sexy bod,” Kylie teased.  “So.... what was it you wanted to tell me?”
   “Well...” Megan began.  Unlike the Jamie situation, she didn't have an effective lead in.  “Oh fuck, I might as well just show you.”  She pulled down her shorts and exposed her diaper.  Kylie reacted with surprise, as expected, and Megan delved into her long-winded explanation of how she came to end up in them.  She also confided that she had gotten quite used to diapers and might actually be coming to like them.
   “Is that going to be a problem?” she asked hopefully.
   “Nope,” Kylie answered earnestly.  “Just don't ask me to change you.”
   “You know you wanna,” she joked.
   With their souls unburdened and their secrets out in the open, they were able to relax once more.
   “Wanna go swimming?” Kylie offered.
   “In the lake?”
   “Ya-huh.”
   “Isn't it.... um.....kinda dirty?”
   “Nah, it just looks that way.”
   Megan remained a bit skeptical.
   “Hey, I've been swimming in it for years.  Do I have warts?”
   “Nope,” Megan answered.
   “So then come on.”
   Megan hesitated.  She called to mind what happened the last time she went swimming.  “I don't have a bathing suit.”
   “Well, you could go skinny-dipping, although I don't recommend it.  Or you can borrow one of mine.”
   “Umm....”
   “Meg, what's wrong?”
   “I don't wanna pee in water,” she whispered.
   “Oh.  OK.  Umm.... do you have extra diapers?”
   “Yeah, why?”
   “Cuz I have an idea.”
   Kylie changed into her swimsuit and Megan stripped down to just her bra and her diaper.  Kylie soon presented her with a pair of swim trunks that were large enough to accommodate the bulk of her diaper.
   “My dad's,” Kyle explained.
   “Not very sexy, but it'll do,” Megan replied, slipping them on over her diaper.
   “Believe me.  With the guys around here, you don't WANT attention.”
   Within 5 minutes, they were in the water.  Kyle was right; it wasn't really dirty.  No critters attempted to attack her and Megan found it a tremendous relief from the heat.  As expected, her diaper filled up fast and she soon felt as if she had a balloon around her middle.
   “You look like a dork,” Kylie teased.
   Megan splashed her in retaliation and they began to chase each other around the lake.  It was hard to believe that she was merely a U-turn away from missing out on what was probably the best day of her summer.
   “Thanks,” Megan said when she was ready to leave.  “That was fun.”
   “No, thank you,” Kylie insisted.  “I get really bored around here.”
   “Well next time, you come visit me.”
   “Will do, roomie.”
   “Bye-bye.”
   “Stay dry!”
   Megan blushed and Kylie gave her an assuring pat on her diapered butt.
   The drive back was more relaxed and tension-free.  Megan had the radio on and was singing along.  She barely even heard her phone ring, and by the time she was able to pull off to the side of the road to answer it, the call had ended.  The number on the display was unfamiliar, but the caller had left a message.  Megan dialed her voicemail and was surprised to discover that it was Ron.  She
A.)Hung up and shook her head.  He'd had his chance and he blew it by hurting her.  Asshole.
B.)Decided to call him back.  At the very least, she wanted to hear his excuse...er.... explanation.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #21 on: June 17, 2011, 06:23:34 pm »

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   She decided to give Ron a call.  At the very least, she wanted to hear his explanation.  The phone rang twice before he picked up.
   “Hey,” he answered optimistically.
   “Look who finally decided to call,” she said, letting her bitterness show.
   “I’m sorry,” he said.
   “Guys like you always are.”
   “Let me explain, OK?”
   Megan sighed.  “Fine.”
   “When I meet girls, its usually one of two ways.  I’ll either be at a party or something and just randomly hook up with them and that’ll be it.  Or, I’ll get to know them, and like them, and we’ll build something from that.”
   “So?” Megan asked.
   “Well, the thing is…the night I met you, I didn’t know which kind of experience it was going to be.”
   “The first one,” Megan said.  “That’s what it felt like to me.  After you didn’t call, didn’t say anything….”
   “I didn’t use you, Meg.”
   “Then why…”
   “Yeah, I wanted you,” he confessed.  “But I didn’t want it to be like that, especially after I heard so much about you.  I kept thinking, “take it easy…. this is Ted’s girl.”
   “I haven’t been Ted’s girl for quite some time,” she corrected him.
   “I know that, but to me it was almost the same as if you were.  Approach with caution and show some respect and all that.”
   “Thanks…I think.”
   “Plus, even though I had just met you, I felt like I kinda knew you already.  I was starting to like you.  I just didn’t know for sure.”
   “Right….”
   “I didn’t want to commit to anything in case I was wrong and I didn’t want to fuck it all up by trying to turn it into a quick fling.”
   “You really think I’m THAT easy?” Megan asked with mock-outrage.
   “That’s not what I meant.  I…”
   “I’m joking.  Go on.”
   “I didn’t know what to do.  So I decided to take some time and figure it out.”
   “Well you know what, Ron.  While you were figuring things out, I was waiting.  I could understand that you might not have wanted to tell Ted.  OK, fine.  But you left me hanging!  All I wanted was a call, a signal.  Something, anything.  Even if it was just for one time, you could have at least said thanks!”
   “I…”
   “…. And when you didn’t, I got around to thinking, “he used me!”  I felt disgusted with myself for being so stupid.  Then I got around to thinking that you were a tremendous asshole.  And the reason, the only reason we’re even having this conversation is because I’m curious.  I wanted to know why.”
   “I fucked up, OK,” he said.  “And now I’m trying to fix it.”
   “I’m not a leaky faucet, Ron,” she explained.  “I’m a girl whose been dumped by her boyfriend, attacking by a psycho bitch, wets her bed and can’t seem to stay out of trouble for more than two weeks at a time.  You were right to approach with caution.”
   “If this was anyone else, I would have hung up a long time ago,” he told her bitterly.
   “Then why haven’t you?”
   “Because,” he said.  “I did take some time and I did figure things out and what I figured out is that I wanna be with you.  Even if its only for just one more time.”
   Megan felt frustrated.  Why couldn’t he have said that in the beginning?  Why couldn’t he have said that when it counted?  Despite her indignation, she was still touched by it.  It was the kind of thing she wanted…. no, needed to hear.
   “Meg?”
   “I’ll tell you what,” she said.  “I’m going to take some time and I’m going to think about it.”
   She thought the news would upset him, but he was actually enthused by it.
   “Take all the time you need,” he encouraged.  He then told her where she could find him if she came to a conclusion.  Megan was pleasantly surprised to learn that he didn’t live far from Kylie.  In fact, she could drop in on him right now if she so desired.  However, that would be too easy.
   “Hey Ron,” she said.  “One more thing.”
   “Yeah?”
   “You said you felt like you knew me,” she told him.  “I feel like I know you too.  You’re a macho guy trying to come to terms with sensitivity.  Don’t be afraid.”
   Ron burst into laughter.  “That’s a good one,” he said before hanging up.
   Megan was perplexed.  She still didn’t know what to make of him.  Did he really want her or was he just playing an angle to get her into bed?  She didn’t know and she couldn’t be sure, but she wasn’t about to let her doubt push her into celibacy for the remainder of the summer.  When and if she did agree to meet him, she would bring Kylie along.  At least then she knew that she wouldn’t be doing anything else really stupid: Kylie would sooner tie her up and lock her in a closet than allow her to bring harm upon herself.
   The remainder of the drive home was devoid of serious thought and reflection.  That would come later when she went to write in her journal.  In the meantime, Megan put the music on and let her concern get swept up in the breeze as she rocketed down the highway.
   There was trouble on the home front.  She could feel it as she neared the house.  It had become almost like a sixth sense to her.
   “Oh shit, what now?” she asked herself.  It could be any number of things.  Was the IRS looking into her dad again?  Did Grandpa have another heart attack?  Was Stephen finally busted for the fireworks?  Or maybe her mom had walked in on Carrie and Chris in the middle of an unscheduled play session.  Whatever it was, she was sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
   “OK,” she said, bursting in through the door.  “What is it?”
   “What is what?” Nancy replied, stirring a pot of spaghetti and sauce.
   “Something’s wrong.  Isn’t it?”
   Nancy shrugged.  “No.  Nothing….”
   “Well that’s a relief…”
   “…. Except for the fact that your sister has taken it upon herself to defy us once more.  But that’s all taken care of.”
   Megan raised an eyebrow.  “Mom?  What are you talking about?”
   “Carrie will be going to live with Jessica and her beau for the remainder of the summer.”
   Megan scoffed.  “You’re kidding, right?  Carrie hates Ricard.”
   “Well, apparently she hates the idea of parental authority even more.  It was mutually agreed upon.  Besides, if my eldest daughter has any illusions about being a mother, its about time she gathers some practical experience.  Don’t you think?”
   Megan was too stunned for words.  She promptly went to her sister’s room for further explanation.  Carrie was remarkably nonchalant about the matter.
   “Just what they said,” she told her.  “I’m going to stay with Jess and Ricard for the rest of the summer.”
   “And you’re happy about that?!” Megan asked.
   Carrie shrugged.  “Ricard’s a jerk and Jess can be a bit loopy sometimes, but I’ll manage.”
   “But why?”
   “Mom and Dad and I just aren’t getting along.  We can use a break from each other.”
   “Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?” Megan asked.  “You’re 15.  Name me one kid your age who actually DOES get along with their parents.”
   “You did.”
   “Not about everything.”
   “But not like this.”
   “What happened?  Did Mom catch you and Chris….”
   Carrie sighed.  “No, not even.  I was alone.  And bored.  I missed Chris, but he was grounded for some stupid thing that wasn’t his fault, so I couldn’t see him.  So I went into your room looking for something to do….”
   “My room?” Megan glared at her.
   “Relax, I didn’t go through your stuff or anything.  I wouldn’t have done it unless I was bored.  I didn’t think you’d mind.”
   “So what DID you do?”
   “I took one of your diapers and put it on.”
   Megan breathed a sigh of relief.  “Oh…OK.”
   “And then I was still bored.  So I…. uh….started playing with myself.  I was thinking about Billy Corgan when I did it.  Mom caught me.”
   Megan did a double take.  “Carrie!  Ugh…. I did not need to hear that.  And…. wait a second, Billy Corgan?  The guy from the Smashing Pumpkins?”
   “Formerly.  Now he’s in Zwan.  Why?”
   “I dunno…just seems strange.”
   “Why?  He’s cute.”
   “Back when he had hair maybe.  Now he’s just creepy.”
   “He still writes awesome songs.”
   “Anyway…I can’t believe you did that.”
   Carrie shrugged.  “Why?  You’re acting like you never masturbated before….”
   “Uh…not all that often.  And not in a diaper!”
   “Mom was yelling about sending me to a shrink again and I was yelling about wanting to leave home and then we just stopped.  The next thing I know, she’s talking about Jess and we both kinda get this idea…. so…um…. yeah.”
   “And you really think it’s a good idea?”
   “What choice do I have, Meg?”
   “You can stay here.”
   “And get yelled at every time I do something even the least bit out of the ordinary?  Uh, no thanks.  They just don’t understand.”
   Megan shook her head.  “I’m not sure I do either.”
   “But at least you listen instead of yelling.  If Mom was like that then maybe I wouldn’t do half the things that I do.”
   “What do you mean?”
   “I like to try new things,” Carrie reiterated.  “I’m curious like that.  And when I can’t try, can’t find out, can’t even freakin TALK about it, it makes me upset.  It also makes me want to try them more.  Now that I think about it, I probably AM too young to be wanting to get into whips and chains.  But when Mom and Dad told me I couldn’t, I felt like I had to.”
   Megan smiled.  “Welcome to being a teenager.”
   “See?” Carrie replied.  “I told you.  You understand.”
   Dinner was an impasse.  Megan kept on trying to bring up Carrie’s imminent departure; Drew and Nancy kept trying to get information on Megan’s visit with Kylie.  Neither one wanted to yield anything.  Stephen took advantage of the situation and used it to go on a long rant on why he should have a new bike.
   “For your birthday, maybe,” Drew concluded.
   “I want a Mongoose,” Stephen said.  “A big one.  With 21 speeds and off road tires.”
   “We’ll see,” said Nancy.  “And don’t forget.  If you get a new bike, you’ll also have to get a new helmet.  Your old one has a crack in it.”
   “Helmets are for sissies!” Stephen wind.
   “Helmets save lives,” Drew countered.  That was the end of that.
   Megan helped her mom with the dishes and in the process made a last ditch effort to get Carrie to stay.
   “You don’t really want her to go, do you?” Megan asked.
   “No,” Nancy replied.  “I don’t.  I still love her.  Your father does too.  But we both feel that, given the current situation, a mutual break would be a good idea.  We had considered a camp of some sort, but she vetoed it.  She also did not want to stay with Grandma and Grandpa.  Jessica was more a matter of necessity, really, than anything else….”
   “What if I started hanging out with her more?” Megan offered.  “Kept her out of your hair and kept an eye on her.”
   “You want her,” Nancy said, drying her hands.  “She’s yours.”
   Megan then went to Carrie to see how she felt about the idea.
   “What if, instead of going away, you spent some more time with me?”
   “Like what?” Carrie asked.
   “Hung out, followed me to work…basically, stayed away from Mom and Dad for most of the day.”
   “Sounds great,” Carrie answered.  “What’s the catch?”
   “The catch?” Megan replied.  “Umm…. yeah.  The catch is that you would have to obey me; show me a little respect.”
   “Will you not go on any power trips?”
   Megan stuck out her tongue.  “Take the fun out of it, why don’t you?”
   “Meg…”
   “Fine.  You?”
   “I think I can do that.  It beats going anywhere near Ricard.”
   Megan nodded in agreement.
   “Hey Meg?”
   “Yeeesss?”
    “You’re gonna let me do more of what I want to do, right?”
   “That depends what it is.”
   Carrie’s face reddened as she struggled to get the words together to explain.  “Well…um…. I know you say it’s no joke because you have to, but I…uh…was wondering….”
   “You want to wear diapers?” Megan asked.
   “Yeah!” Carrie answered enthusiastically.
A.)“OK,” Megan answered.  “But just to give you a real taste of what it’s like, I’m going to baby you too.  And I expect you to cooperate.”
B.) “I don’t think so,” Megan answered, much to her dismay.  “You still think it’s all fun and games.  You’re not ready.”
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #22 on: June 17, 2011, 06:24:14 pm »

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   “OK,” Megan answered.  “But just to give you a real taste of what it’s like, I’m going to baby you too.  And I expect you to cooperate.”
   Carrie took a moment to contemplate.  “Boy, Meg, you don’t make it easy.”
   “Easy isn’t in my job description,” Megan replied and then found herself laughing at how ridiculous she sounded.
   “OK, fine,” Carrie consented.  “But please.... no power trips.”
   Megan nodded.  “If you are going to be in diapers, we’ll have to get you some of your own.  You can continue to use mine.... for now.”
   “Thanks.”
   “Don’t thank me just yet,” Megan told her.  She had a feeling that by the end of the week, Carrie’s outlook would be quite a bit different.
   
   “So,” Nancy said the following morning as she changed Megan’s wet diaper.  “I see you have your sister in diapers too.”
   “It’s what she wanted,” Megan replied.
   “I hope you are handling it responsibly.”
   “Yes, Mom, I am.  She’s going to work with me today and I’m going to keep an eye on her.”
   “Hmm....”
   “What?” Megan asked.
   “It seems as if you’ve gone from defending her liberty at all odds to becoming very concerned with her well being.  Why the sudden change?”
   “I don’t know.”
   Megan hadn’t even thought about it, but her mother was right.  It didn’t seem to make sense at first, but it was really no different that the vacillating she had been doing all summer long.  From self-sufficient, independence-minded young woman to child in need of attention, comfort and care, it had taken her forever to find some kind of balance.  And now that she had, she wanted to help others find it as well.
   “I guess I just want what’s best for her,” she concluded.  But was her way the best way?  Only one way to find out.
   “Well,” Nancy reminded her.  “Try not to forget that you are her sister, not her parent.”
   “As if there was any doubt,” Megan answered.  She patted her padded diaper and it reminded her that no matter what happened during the day, she could look forward to being changed, tucked into bed and kissed good night.  That kind of assurance was worth not being able to stay out until midnight for her.

   “Pssst Carrie,” Megan whispered.  Her sister was sleeping peacefully and Megan would have been more than content to let her do so...if she didn’t have to get to work so soon.  “Wake up.”
   The subtle approach having failed her, Megan found the remote to Carrie’s stereo and gave it a try.  A thunderously loud guitar riff erupted from the speakers and the girl woke up in a hurry.
   “Whoa.... sorry,” Megan apologized.  “Didn’t think it would be that loud.”
   “Meg!” Carrie complained.
   “Well, I had to get you up,” she explained.  “You’re going with me to the pharmacy today, remember?”
   “Yeah, but.... did you have to do that?”
   “Sorry.  But hey...I’m sure you’d feel a lot better about it if you did it to Steve.”
   Carrie giggled.  She was already laying a plan to do so the very next morning.
   “So,” Megan asked her.  “You sleep OK?”
   “I guess.  Why?”
   “Is your diaper wet.”
   “It is NOW.  Turning on the radio like that really startled me.”
   Megan sighed.  “Would you let it go?  Please.”
   Carrie nodded and there was a brief silence.  “Well?”
   “Well,” Megan echoed.
   “Aren’t you going to change me?”
   “I’ll let you do it yourself,” Megan informed her.  “For now.”
   She made herself a quick breakfast while Carrie changed, showered and dressed.  They then had what was nearly their first clash of the day.
   “Nu-uh,” Megan said when she saw what Carrie was wearing.
   “What?” Carrie answered.  She was wearing black on black, which had been her standard attire as of late.
   “You know I don’t care what you wear.  But you can’t go into Bledsoe’s looking like Morticia Adams.  You’ll scare some of the customers and Vern will yell.  Not that he wouldn’t yell anyway....”
   “Fine,” Carrie said, biting her lip resentfully.  “I’ll go change.”
   “I’d better help,” Megan told her.  It was more a command than an invitation.
   She had Carrie strip down to her diaper and proceeded to dress her as if she was a Gothic Barbie doll.
   “First thing,” Megan suggested.  “You want to wear panties over your diaper.  It cuts down on the noise a little and that’s what people will see if you should happen to bend over or something.  Unless, of course, you want to advertise to the world that you’re wearing diapers.”
   “No thanks,” Carrie joked.  “That’s one ad that I don’t want answered.  But...um, your diapers are kinda big on me and all my underwear is too small to do a good job of covering...”
   “You can borrow a pair of mine,” Megan offered.
   “Thanks.”
   Megan then began to go through Carrie’s closet.  Each time the girl went through one of her phases, she’d stockpile clothes.  Then, when the phase ended, the clothes would be tossed to the back of the closet and replaced with new ones.  The amount of attire that had accumulated was startling and Megan was afraid that if she moved in any closer, the closet would swallow her alive.
   “Don’t you have any skirts?” Megan asked.
   “Of course,” Carrie answered.
   “I don’t mean the kind that look like they were once part of someone’s raincoat.  I know you have those.”
   Carrie sighed.  “Check the back someplace, OK?”
   Megan didn’t much care for her attitude, but it was too early in the morning for them to fight.  After much searching, she was able to procure for Carrie a black skirt, a white button-down shirt and a suitable pair of shoes.  A comb of the hair and a few minor adjustments later and the girl looked presentable.
   “I have extra diapers in my purse,” Megan told her.  “When you need a change, just let me know.”
   “OK.  I will.”
   “Look, I know Bledsoe’s isn’t freakin Disney World,” Megan apologized.  “But it’s better than fighting with Steve and getting yelled at by mom for having the music on too loud and not doing your chores.”
   “You’ve got that right,” Carrie answered.  “And just to let you know, I don’t mind helping out.”
   “That’s good,” Megan told her.  “Because I’ll be putting you to work.”
   “Oh,” Carrie replied, clearly less than enthused.
   Megan again noted her attitude and winced.  When had her sister gotten to be like this?  Or, perhaps it was she who had changed.

   The electronic chime above the door went off as it did every time there were customers.  Megan walked in with Carrie trailing slightly behind her.  She felt an odd compulsion to lead her sister by the hand, but was wise to refrain from doing so lest she be accused of going on a so-called power trip.  There was nearly a full house that day: Josh and Vern were discussing something in the back, Natalie and Simone were on registers, Marci manned (or in this case, womanned) the photo counter and Raul stood faithfully behind the prescription desk.  To complement the abundance of workers, there were an abundance of customers.  It seemed that Bledsoe’s daily sales had finally opened the floodgates.
   Josh concluded his conversation with Vern and came over to greet them.
   “’morning, Meg.  I see you brought someone.”
   “My sister, Carrie,” Megan presented.
   “Hey,” said Carrie.
   “I was thinking about maybe asking Vern if she can do some work here, but I don’t want to piss him off.  So could you....”
   “You can ask him yourself.  The Drug King across town is closed for renovations and we’re doing great.  He’s in a surprisingly good move.”
   Josh began to introduce Carrie around while Megan made her inquiry.  Indeed, Vern had nary a threat to shout nor a profanity to utter.  Meg was in awe.
   “Can she work a register?” Vern asked of Carrie.
   “She can learn,” Megan replied.  “And she can learn fast, too.”
   “Good.  I hope she likes minimum wage.”
   Within a half hour, Carrie was on her own register.  Though nervous at first, she seemed to have gotten the hang of it and was slowly becoming at ease.  Megan was proud of her.  She was also amazed at the amount of business they were doing.  For the first time ever in her tenure there, they had four registers open at once and there were lines at each one.
   “Let me know if you need a break,” Josh said to Carrie.
   “Thanks,” she answered, ringing up a few items.  “But I’m doing fine.”
   “I have to hand it to you,” he said in an aside to Megan.  “Bringing your sister in today was a stroke of genius.”
   “She’s sick of being cooped up at home and fighting with my brother and my mom, so of course she’s gonna do everything she can to avoid going back,” Megan told him.  “Besides, Carrie gets very enthusiastic about things...for about two seconds.  Then she gets bored and moves on.”
   “I detect tension.”
   “Tension?” she mocked.  “What tension?”
   “You should take it easy on her,” Natalie advised.
   Raul came sauntering over, his queue at the prescription window temporarily void.
   “I don’t believe this!” he jovially exclaimed.  “For the first time EVER, I might actually make it through the day without Vern yelling at me.  And it’s all because of those dumb pendejos at Drug King.  I gotta love them, man.”
   “Excuse me,” said an elderly customer.  “I came to get my prescription filled and noticed that there was nobody back there.  Would somebody...”
   He was in a full sprint to the back of the store before she finished her sentence.  So far, it seemed as if Raul’s dream would actually come true.
   Business tailed off slightly as it grew closer to the lunch hour and Carrie began to tire.
   “How do you do this all day?” she complained.  “It’s like customers nonstop...then nothing.”
   “You get used to it,” Megan told her.  “Look, I’ll be done soon.  Why don’t you wait for me outside and we’ll go to lunch?”
   Carrie nodded and disappeared out the door while Megan tended to her customers.  She returned a few moments later with a look of urgency about her face.  At first, Megan thought she might be in need of a diaper change, but the truth turned out to be far less simple.
   “What is it?” Megan asked.
   “I saw one of those Vasco girls standing around outside,” Carrie explained.  “She said she wanted to talk to you.”
   Megan bit her lip.  What the hell could this be about?  Revenge was an obvious answer, but she felt she had taught Deanna a pretty good lesson the last time.  Then again, it might not have even been Deanna.  It might have been Lena or one of the other sisters.  Megan was weary, but curious as well.
   “She said it was important,” Carrie added.  “Those girls creep me out.”
   “Yeah,” Megan answered.  “Me too.”
A.)“Tell her I’ll be right out,” she said to Carrie.  She wasn’t looking forward to another confrontation, but her curiosity got the better of her.  Besides, not even Deanna was crazy enough to try anything right outside the store.
B.)“You stay away from her,” Megan cautioned.  She wanted nothing to do with Deanna and her sisters.  Ever.  And she didn’t want Carrie getting involved either.
C.)As Megan pondered, a wicked smile crept across her face.  “You tell that bitch,” she instructed Carrie.  “That I’ll be out when I’m good and ready.”
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #23 on: June 17, 2011, 06:25:21 pm »

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   “Tell her I’ll be right out,” she said to Carrie.  She wasn’t looking forward to another confrontation, but her curiosity got the better of her.  Besides, not even Deanna was crazy enough to try anything right outside the store.
   Megan approached with caution.  Deanna came alone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t others near by.  As she watched Deanna, Carrie watched her.
   “Go back inside,” she said.
   “Why?” Carrie objected.  “I wanna see this.”
   “Better do what your sister says,” Deanna said with a confident sneer.  Carrie glumly retreated and Megan continued her approach.
   “If you try anything,” she warned.  “I’ll scream.  And don’t forget, I still have the pictures.”
   Deanna removed her sunglasses and glared at her.  There was an array of scratches upon her face.
   “What do you want?” Megan asked.
   Deanna spat upon the ground.  Her saliva was tainted with blood.  “Satisfaction,” she said.  “Is what I want.”
   “Satisfaction?”
   “See these?” she asked, indicating her bruises.  “My friends gave me these.  I gave them ‘bout the same, but that ain’t the point.  I told ‘em that you had some shit on me.  We were gonna mess you up.  Real good.”
   Megan’s skin began to crawl.  She looked back towards the pharmacy.  Carrie was watching and a small crowd had gathered by the windows.
   “S...s...so?” she stammered.  “What happened?”
   “They thought it was funny,” Deanna explained.  “That I’m this pissed off.  A real fucking riot.  Well I don’t like being laughed at.  So we tangled.  And here I am.”
   “Why?” Megan asked.
   “I told you.  I want satisfaction.  The first time, me and Lena double-teamed you.  You never had a fucking chance.  And then you and you’re fucking goon squad got me back.  Fair ‘nuff.  But what I wanna know, is between you and me, who’s got it and who doesn’t.”
   “Deanna, I don’t understand...”
   “Dumbass, I want you to fight me.  A fair fight.  No outside help.  No weapons.  I KNOW I can kick your bitch ass.  I just wanna be able to prove it.”
   “You’re crazy,” Megan remarked.
   “Fight me!”
   “No.”
   “I’ll give you first punch.  You win...you’ll never see me again.”
   “I’m NOT going to fight you,” Megan insisted.  “But if you don’t leave, I WILL call the cops.”
   “I demand satisfaction, goddamnit!  Fucking fight me already.”
   Megan was so sure that she would be hit that she winced in anticipation and turned her head away.  Deanna did in fact throw a punch, but when she saw that Megan made no effort to block it, she drew back her fist.  A small crowd had begun to gather around them.  Most were adults who looked on with distaste and concern, but a few were kids who eagerly chanted for blood.  Megan began to retreat back into the store.
   “Goddamn you!” Deanna shouted after her.  “You’re a bad person, Megan.  A horrible human being.”
   Megan froze in her tracks.  Some of the people in the crowd gave her suspicious looks as Deanna continued to denounce her.
   “You take my goddamn dignity from me and you won’t even let me win it back.  You’re bad, Megan.  You’re worse than me.  I’ll fucking see you in hell!”
   “That girl,” declared one onlooker.  “Is nuts.”
   “Did she hit you, dear?” asked another.
   Megan shook her head.  She felt dizzy as she reentered the pharmacy.  Her senses were a pinball machine gone full tilt.  Uncertainty and guilt grabbed at her like champion tug-of-war ropesmen.  Her head swam and her stomach sank.  She could only imagine how she must have looked.
   There seemed to be a half-dozen voices calling her name.  Josh and Carrie’s were most prominent among them.  She remembered being asked if she was OK and she remembered replying that yes, she was.
   “I’ll call the police,” Josh offered.  “Have that madwoman picked up.”
   “Don’t bother,” said Natalie.  “She’s long gone.”
   Ironically, the only one who saw any good coming out of the aftermath was Vern.  “It wasn’t pretty,” he commented.  “But it attracted attention.  Look at all the customers!”
   Megan asked for, and was granted, the remainder of the day off.  She and Carrie left together and went to lunch. 
   “Are you sure you’re OK?” Carrie asked.
   “Yes,” Megan answered.  “Fine.  Couldn’t be better.”
   “Meg....”
   “Do me a favor and don’t dwell on it, OK?”
   Carrie nodded and they ate in silence.  Megan was not surprised to find that she didn’t have much of an appetite.
   “Umm....Meg,” Carrie whispered discretely.  “I have to um....”
   Megan was aware that Carrie was telling her, in her own roundabout way, that she had to pee and was hesitant about using her diaper.  A more zealous moment would have found her telling Carrie that yes, she did in fact have to use the diaper, as that what it was there for.  Instead, she answered with a disinterested, “do what you like.”
   They returned home before either of their parents.
   “That wasn’t bad,” Carrie remarked of her first day at Bledsoe’s.
   “You did great,” Megan assured her.  “Vern doesn’t usually like kids.”
   “Do you think he’ll, you know, make it like a permanent thing?”
   Megan shrugged.  “Maybe when you’re a little older.  For now, you’re just helping out.”
   “I hate wearing these clothes though.”
   “So then change,” Megan suggested.”
   “OK...”
   “Actually...wait.”
   She lifted up Carrie’s skirt and checked her diaper, causing her to blush.
   “You can go a little longer, but it might get uncomfortable after awhile.”
   “You know, you could have just asked me if I needed changing.”
   Megan shook her head.  “It’s hard to tell at first.  Let me guess: you remember wetting but you don’t really feel wet?”
   Carrie nodded.
   “Don’t make the mistake of thinking that you’re dry.  One, it’s a good way to get a rash...or worse, if you leave it on too long.  And two, if you pee again, you could end up leaking all over the place.”
   “Eep.... don’t want that.  I think you’d better change me then.”
   Megan changed Carrie’s diaper and dressed her in a t-shirt and gym shorts that could be removed quickly in a hurry.  Her own diaper was damp, but she knew she could go a little longer.
   “I’m going to take a nap now,” she said to Carrie.  “I don’t care if you do or not, but can you keep yourself occupied while I do?”
   “Sure,” Carrie answered.  “I might be wearing a diaper, but I’m not really two.”
   “Yes you are!” Stephen shouted from the hallway.  Carrie rolled her eyes and Megan concealed a chuckle as she retired to her room for her nap.
   Try as she may, sleep did not come.  Megan was kept awake by what Deanna said to her in the parking lot: she was a horrible person.  And while Megan, once recovered from the initial shock of the showdown, was quick to dismiss it, it lingered like a gangrenous wound that threatened to spread.  Shelving all notions of sleep, she reached for her journal and began to explore the topic in writing.
   
   Stephen was counting up his spare change (of which he had plenty) when Megan approached.
   “The next time I buy an ice cream,” he proudly declared.  “I’m paying entirely in pennies!”
   “That’s not nice.”
   “Yeah, well, that’s what he gets for running out of chocolate.”
   “Hey Steve,” she interrupted.  “Am I a bad person?”
   His mischievous smile evaporated and he looked at her with mild confusion.  “No,” he answered quietly.
   “Why not?”
   He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I mean, maybe some of the stuff you do is bad.  Like when you and Carrie wrecked my snow fort when I was six.  But there’s good stuff too.... I guess.”
   “Like what?”
   His face began to redden.  “Like.... I dunno.  You’re a good sister, Meg.”
   “Thanks,” she replied.  “You’re a good brother.”

   “Hey Mom,” Megan asked, not long before they sat down to eat dinner.  “Am I a bad person?”
   “Of course not,” Nancy answered.  “Where did you get that idea?”
   Megan shrugged.  “I don’t know.  But you’ve gotta admit, I’ve been making stuff difficult for you and Dad lately.”
   “You’re my daughter,” she said.  “I love you.”
   “That’s not what I asked.”
   “Well then...you have my answer.”

   The more people told her she wasn’t, the more Megan became convinced that she was in fact a bad person who had simply been unaware of it for all these years.  She realized, much to her horror, that she had hurt (intentionally or not) a number of people in her quest for happiness and self-fulfillment.  She had also taken an inordinate number of stupid risks.  Her track record was littered with bad decisions.  And the whole time, the world smiled at her and gave her a pat on the back.
   She was in her room letting the pain and misery of this discovery seep in when Carrie approached her about a diaper change.
   “Meg?” she asked.  “What’s wrong?”
   “I’m a bad person,” Megan remarked.  “Maybe not a horrible one, but a bad one.”
   “I don’t believe you!  You’re actually taking what Deanna said seriously?  She’s crazy.”
   “She’s also right.”
   “How can you say that?”
   “I did take her dignity.  I won’t tell you how, but I did.  I also put Mom and Dad through all kinds of shit this summer.  I’ve taken a lot of time off from work.  I encourage you to get involved with things that you probably shouldn’t be getting involved with.  I’m making a guy I like wait for me out of spite.  And now matter what goes right, I’m still never really happy.  If that isn’t a bad person, Carrie, then I don’t know what is.”
   Carrie gently patted her head.  “You’re not perfect, Meg.  No one is.”
   “There is a HUGE difference between being perfect and....”
   “I used to feel bad about everything I did, too,” Carrie remarked.
   “Used to?” Megan questioned.  In her eyes, Carrie had always been something of a self-made martyr.
   “...until I learned that I’m not, you know, invisible.  The world doesn’t hate me for what I do and part of it does care.  Do you know who taught me that?”
   Megan shook her head.
   “You.  And Mom.  And Dad.”
   She sighed.  “I guess I can’t argue with myself, now can I?”
   Carrie giggled.  “Nope.”

   Megan learned to live with her mistakes and without Deanna around to remind her, she lived a whole lot easier.  She made plans to meet Ron the following week and notified Kylie of her intent to bring her into the fold.
   “That’s fine by me,” Kylie answered.  “Although, it’d be nice if he could bring a friend.”
   “Male or female?” Megan joked.
   “Why not both?”
   Megan’s reemergence seemed to uplift Carrie as well.  Argumentative and rebellious, she expected her ploys to be met with punishment or simply ignored.  Megan surprised her by doing neither.  She showed her compassion.  There was an incident when they were shopping for diapers for her and Carrie was mortified because the cashier went to her school (a grade older) and was sure to torment her to no end.
   “He probably doesn’t even care,” Megan insisted.
   “He and his friends are jerks,” Carrie protested.  “They threw eggs at Chris when he was walking home from school.  Can’t we please just go somewhere else?”
   “Look.... we’re already here.”
   “...And the door’s right there.”
   “He won’t give you any trouble.  I promise.”
   “I dunno, Meg....”
   “What am I, a liar?”
   “No, but....”
   “Then let’s go.”
   Carrie begrudgingly selected a package of diapers and brought them up to the register.  Megan was right behind her.  The cashier, an odious twerp, gave Carrie a look of recognition and a smug, knowing smile.  Carrie looked down in embarrassment.
   “Excuse me,” Megan said, tossing her hair back.  She looked the cashier in the eye and grinned.  “But do you know where the birth control products are?  I’m going to need LOTS!”
   The cashier’s smile faded and his face reddened.  “They’re...um....”
   “I only ask because you look like you’d know.”
   A few of the other customers in the store began to watch him now as he sweated.
   “A...aisle t..three,” he stammered.
   “Thanks,” Megan said, winking at him.  He was so embarrassed that he rang Carrie’s purchase up sans incident.  The girls had a good laugh about it later.

   “It really is nice to see how much she’s changed,” Nancy remarked.
   “Which one?” Drew asked.  “Megan or Carrie?”
   “Carrie.... but now that you mention it, Megan has been a lot more pleasant lately as well.”
   “Two teenage girls in diapers,” he said incredulously.  “And suddenly they’re angels.  Who’d have figured?”
   “Stephen, meanwhile, seems to be heading in the opposite direction.”
   “You’re too hard on him, Nanc,” Drew insisted.  “I wasn’t much different when I was his age.”
   “You and your friends never chased each other on scooters through downtown traffic and nearly onto the highway.”
   “He did WHAT?!  I knew that scooter was a bad idea.  And now he wants a new bike?  Forget it.”
   “Do you think,” she said.  “That it would be any different if he were like his sisters?”
   “In diapers, you mean?”
   “Well, it IS something to consider.”
   “It isn’t a magic wand, dear,” Drew argued.  “Megan had to, Carrie chose to follow suit.  We don’t have the right to force this upon any of our kids.”
   “But we do have a right to make sure they don’t hurt themselves....or others.”
   Drew sighed.  “Let’s see how well he behaves himself around Independence Day.  Then MAYBE we’ll consider it.  In the meantime, I’ll talk to him....”
   Megan had overheard all of this.  She, like her siblings, was quite adept at eavesdropping.  This time, however, she was given a piece of information that she could really do with out.  It put her in a difficult position.  Did she warn her brother?  Or keep her parents’ conversation in confidence?  To whom did she owe an allegiance?
A.)Megan decided to keep her mouth shut and let the chips fall where they may.
B.)Megan decided to warn Stephen to watch his step.  If she were being discussed in the manner in which their parents discussed him, she would have wanted to be warned before it was too late.
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Re: Meg's Transformation
« Reply #24 on: June 17, 2011, 06:26:04 pm »

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   Megan decided to warn Stephen to watch his step.  If she were being discussed in the manner in which their parents discussed him, she would have wanted to be warned before it was too late.  Much to her consternation, he outright refused to believe her.
   “Yeah, right,” he scoffed.  “Mom and Dad would never do that.”
   “You’ve gotta admit,” she said.  “You’ve been pretty bad lately, Steve.”
   He shrugged.  “I’m bored.”
   “Well...try to tone it down lately.  Otherwise, I’ll be saying “I told you so” all summer long.”
   He sighed.  “Fine.”
   
   The morning of July 4th found Megan slumbering sanguinely, oblivious to the cloudless blue skies and pulsating warmth of the sun that lay just outside her window.  Having decided to give her pacifier a rest for the sake of her teeth, she lay on her side with her thumb in her mouth.  Her knees were drawn towards her ample chest in a near-fetal position.  She lay uncovered with her bountiful diapers on full display.  Her concerns were lost, and her comfort found, in the simplicity of sleep.
   A room away, Carrie slept as well.  She lay on her stomach clutching her pillow, clinging to it as a drowning man might cling to a buoy.  Her diaper was smaller and thinner than Megan’s.  She did not wet in her sleep, nor would merely wearing diapers cause her to.  Megan envied her that from time to time, but could wish no harm upon her sister.  She finally seemed happy.... at least until she discovered the Next Big Thing.  Stephen slept too, his dreams consumed with spawning superpowers and saving the world and having bosomy damsels in distress kiss him as his reward.
   Drew and Nancy were wide awake, enjoying a passionate kiss while their progeny slumbered on.
   “I’d better get the kids up,” Nancy said.
   “What’s the rush?” Drew asked, touching her breast.
   She smiled demurely and ran her fingers through his hair.  “There will be plenty of time for that later.”
   Megan was tended to first.  Nancy stood over her and said her name and watched as she stirred.
   “Come on.  Time to get up.”
   “No,” Megan said defiantly, turning away from her mother.
   Nancy gave her exposed thigh a gentle slap and began to tickle her sides.  Megan woke up in an instant.
   “Sheesh.  Mom!”
   “I go with what works,” Nancy told her, smiling knowingly.  Megan hopped in the shower and reported back to her mother for diapering.
   “Grandma and Grandpa will be here at four,” Nancy reminded her.  “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you to make a fruit salad.”
   “Sure,” Megan answered.  “I’ll go get Carrie up.”
   “Actually, I’ll handle that.”
   Megan seemed a bit surprised.  Things had improved between Carrie and their mother, but that was at least in part because they kept their respective distance.  Who knew what could happen if that distance was broken?
   “OK,” she said doubtfully.  “She’s a deep sleeper though.  Just whatever you do, don’t try using the stereo.”
   Nancy went to wake Carrie while Megan dressed.  ‘Deep sleeper’ might have been an understatement.  After saying her name three times, the girl gave not a hint of reply.  Nancy finally reached in and tapped her shoulder, half-suspecting that she would spring to life with sudden ferociousness and scream.
   Instead, Carrie’s eyes slowly flickered open.  “Mom?”
   “Time to get up.”
   “What...” Carrie began and Nancy suspected she would conclude with “are you doing here?”  Instead, she said, “What time is it?”
   Nancy told her and Carrie nodded.  She knew she had slept late enough.  She then waited a moment, expecting her other to leave.
   “Megan is a little preoccupied at the moment,” Nancy explained, sounding slightly hesitant.  “Why don’t you let me take care of your diapers today?”
   Carrie shrugged.  She was perplexed but not the least bit angry.  “Umm...sure.”
   Thus, Nancy began to diaper her youngest daughter and it was almost as if they had never thought.  The realm of memory knew different, but the realm of the present told a brilliant lie.
   “I was wondering,” Carrie said, ever the opportunist.
   “Yes?” Nancy asked.
   “Well...um..…starting tomorrow, Chris isn’t grounded anymore.  And, I...um...was kinda hoping we could see each other again.  But...er...like.... normally this time.  Like starting over….almost.  If that’s OK with you.”
   Nancy smiled warmly.  There was a definite change.  A few weeks ago, Carrie would have just gone ahead with whatever was on her mind and protested when and if Nancy voiced her disapproval.  This time, she consulted beforehand.
   “I’m glad that you bothered to ask.”
   “So can I?”
   “We’ll see,” Nancy said encouragingly.  “We’ll see.”

   “My dad never likes the way that I grill meat,” Drew complained as he began a marinade.  “Every year, he seems to think I’m not doing something the right way.”
   “He didn’t say anything last year, dear,” Nancy argued.
   “He didn’t have to.  There was that look.”
   “Fruit salad’s done,” Megan announced, transferring a bowl to the fridge.  She was wearing her overalls.  She only owned one pair and Ted had always hated them.  It was one of the few things he teased her about, and some of his remarks could be quite irritating.
   “Well hello there, Billie May Jean,” he said once.
   “Great,” he remarked bitterly on another occasion.  “Now if you get your hair cut short, people will think I bat from the other side.”
   Megan smiled in relief.  She wouldn’t have to deal with those comments from him ever again.
   “Going to help me grill, Steve?” Drew asked.
   “Can I start the fire?”
   “We’ll see.”
   “That means no, right?” he asked snottily.
   “Stephen,” Nancy cautioned.  He then remembered Megan’s words of warning and promptly shut his mouth.  He was as committed to keeping himself out of diapers as his sisters were committed to keeping themselves in them.
   Glen and Ida arrived slightly earlier than anticipated.  Among the first things they noticed was that Carrie was diapered, and not the least bit shy about it either.
   “Both of them now?” Glen remarked.
   “Well...look how well behaved they are,” said Ida.
   “Ida, that isn’t the point...”
   “Dad,” Drew interrupted.  “I’m not going to stand for a lecture on how to raise my kids.  Nancy and I are doing the best we can, and I think we’re doing a damn good job.”
   “No complaints about that, son.  The way you grill the meat, on the other hand...”
   They had just sat down to eat when all hell broke loose.  It began with the sounding of a car horn.  Everyone looked over to see two figures fast approaching.
   “What are THEY doing here?” Nancy asked, her cheeks crimson with frustration.
   “Hello Mother,” said Jessica.  “We were supposed to be with friends, but they are redecorating.  Thus, here we are.”
   “How...nice,” Nancy remarked through clenched teeth.
   “There’s something different about your sisters,” said Ricard.  “Something that I can’t quite place my finger on...”
   When it was revealed that the girls were in diapers, things promptly went from bad to worse.
   “Well,” said Jessica.  “I see she has control over both of you now.”
   “I need this,” Megan reminded her.
   “And I chose this,” said Carrie.
   “Sure you did.”
   “You’d better watch yourself,” Ricard said jokingly to Stephen.  “You could be next, young man.”
   “Heh.”  He chuckled nervously.  Ricard was more right then he could ever imagine.
   “Jess,” Drew began, speaking in a pained, quavering tremble.  “If you are going to stay, then sit down and be quiet for chrissakes!”
   She merely laughed.  “Sorry Dad, but I stopped taking orders when I moved out.  Come on, Ricard.  Let’s sojourn to someplace more palatable.”
   Ida pressed her hands to her ears.  “Enough fighting, please!”
   “Very well,” said Jess, sitting back down.  “We’ll stay...for you’re sake, Nana.”
   They ate in an uneasy silence.  No one wanted to draw first blood.  No one wanted to light the spark that would cause them all to be consumed by flame.  No one dared laugh nor cry nor venture to be themselves.  With nothing to say, they ate.... and they ate well.
   “Meat came out well,” Glen remarked.
   “Thanks, Dad,” said Drew.  It was what he’d been waiting to hear.
   “Megan,” said Jess.  “A word with you.”
   “Sure,” she replied as her sister drew her aside.
   “This whole thing with the diapers.... it was originally your idea, correct?”
   “Yup,” Megan answered.
   “But you said you need them.”
   “That’s right.”
   “And where is Mom in all of this?”
   “She changes me,” Megan told her.
   “Ah.”
   “I like the attention.  Carrie does too.”
   “You...what?”
   “Look, Jess.  Mom and Dad are not horrible parents.  Get over it.”
   “I concede that they are not the Antichrist,” Jessica replied.  “But you have no idea how many times they blocked the path to my happiness.”
   “There are more important things than being happy all the time.”
   “Like what?”
   “Being safe.  Being cared for.  Finding a...a balance, I guess.”
   Jessica smiled.  “Been reading philosophy, Meg?”
   “Nope.  Well...not since this class I had in the fall.”
   “Then why the new perspective?”
   She shrugged.  “I’ve been thinking a lot, getting input from a lot of different people.”
   “Oh really?”
   “Yup.  Friends, family.  I talked to a counselor.”
   “What about a spiritual advisor?”
   “Huh?”
   “There’s a guy that Ricard and I go to,” she explained.  “Or, I suppose it can be a priest.”
   “I never thought about that.”
   They were interrupted by a high-pitched shriek.  Whilst they were talking, Ricard had taken it upon himself to resume his feud with Carrie.
   “So,” he said, contemptuous as ever.  “My soon-to-be sister-in-law has now taken it upon herself, in her never-ending quest for an identity that she will likely never be able to hold onto, to regress.  She now believes that by delving into a a time in her past when things were more stable, she will gain stability in her current situation.  Am I warm so far?”
   Carrie remained mute-and soured face.
   “Unfortunately,” Ricard continued, speaking as if Carrie wasn’t even there.  “This attempt is both repugnant and puerile...not to mention short-sighted.  What happens when it loses its flair, so to speak?  Or when she becomes immersed too far?”
   This too failed to draw the desired response.
   “Hey Stephen.  Do you get to change your big sisters’ diapers and boss them around?”
   “Rick,” Carrie said at last.
   He rolled his eyes.  “What?”
   She then leapt into his arms and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek.  “I wuv you,” she whispered.
   “Gah!  Get her off meeeee,” he screamed.
   Everyone began to laugh and Carrie climbed off of him triumphantly.
   “That was great,” Megan told her later.
   “Thanks,” Carrie answered.  “I had to use a lot of mouthwash later, but it was worth it, don’t you think?”
   
   Though their visit was nothing short of disastrous, Jessica’s advice echoed in Megan’s head.  Perhaps she should talk to a priest.  She had been doing a lot of soul-searching and had foolishly ignored what could prove to be a valuable source of input.  It couldn’t hurt to talk to a priest and find out what he had to say.
   Megan was somewhat less than devout.  She and her family only went to church on holidays.  She had been inside the campus chapel only once or twice.  Her knowledge of scripture was only rudimentary at best and her belief in a god, force, or savior seemed contingent upon what fortune or failure awaited her on any given day.
   “Hey mom,” she asked.  “Do you have the number for Reverend Michaels?”
   “Reverend Michaels left,” Nancy informed her.  “They have a new guy now.”
   “Oh.”
   “Why do you ask?”
   Megan shrugged.  “I just wanted to talk to him.... about something.”
   “Well, you can talk to this new guy just as easily, can’t you?”
   Megan nodded, but she wasn’t so sure.  She had known Reverend Michaels for years.  She felt that alone would make sharing her thoughts all the more easier.  However, the ‘new guy’ was a mystery to her.  She didn’t even know his name.  Not only would it be harder for her to talk, but suppose he got her doubting the way she’d been living?  She had just gotten over that.  Suppose he told her she should give up trying to regress?  She didn’t know if she could deal.  And yet....
A.)Megan decided it was worthwhile to talk to this mystery preacher nonetheless.
B.)Megan decided to drop the whole idea.  What was she doing taking advice from Jess, of all people?
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