Chapter Three: A Change in Living Arrangements
Violet and her husband Jeff lived in a large house in a nice neighborhood. I blushed as I saw ever yard almost with people in it. How was I going to get in their house with my wet pants?
I didn't worry long. They pulled into the garage. Violet and Jeff got out and Violet opened my door. I stepped out as well. There garage was beautiful as well. Jeff went in the house, but Violet stopped me.
"Take off your wet shoes. I am going to get you undressed and then we can get you a bath. You are pretty smelly," she said.
Of course I was smelly. I couldn't shower well. I couldn't even wipe myself. I was disgusting. I slipped off my shoes and then she undressed my completely before taking me in the house. She not only threw away everything I had on, but she emptied the contents of my duffle bag in a trashcan in the garage.
"Hey," I protested.
"Those disgusting sweats and grayed t-shirts and underclothes can go away. I will not have you dressed like a homeless person. She then pulled me by the hand into the bathroom. She sat me on the toilet and left me.
I took advantage of the time by using the bathroom. I thought I had privacy until she came back with two bread bags. She put those on my arms so my casts wouldn't get wet and then she started a bath for me. She set me in the water and I lay back. "Thank you for everything," I said.
"Well, you really need to be clean. I don't think you can care for yourself adequately when you are so disheveled." It was true. When I showered at the woman's shelter, I could wash my body with bags over my hands. I couldn't hold the soap well either. My hair suffered. Here, I just lay back in the bath and soaked.
She let me lay in there for a while and then brought a washcloth and started scrubbing me as if I were a baby. It was pretty embarrassing. "Hey. What are you doing?"
"I am cleaning you."
"You are treating me like a baby," I said.
She stood up and turned away. "Thanks to your boyfriend, I can't treat my baby like a baby," she said with a sob.
"I'm sorry," I said. She took me in. I should be grateful and not complain. "You may treat me like a baby if you want to."
"Really?" she said. "Do you mean it? I'd like that so much."
She finished soaping me. Then she rinsed me off. "Your hair is so short," she said. "It's almost is baby length."
"The doctor cut it for stitches," I said. "I had beautiful long hair before." I stopped. "Well before."
"It's pretty and blonde," she said. "I think my baby would have had blonde hair." She lifted me into a standing position and helped me out of the tub. "Let's get you dried off."
I let her dry me, then she left me standing there in the bathroom. She returned a short while later carrying something white and plastic.
"Lie down on the floor so I can diaper you," she said.
"What?" I asked. "I'm not wearing diapers." Sure I wet myself today, but that was an accident.
She looked disappointed and I saw a tear running down her cheek. "But you said I could baby you. You also promised you would do whatever you could to make up for me losing my baby."
I sighed. I didn't think she meant that. "Fine," I said and lay down on the floor. My face felt hot as I lay down and submitted to a diaper change. As soon as it was over I stood up. She put a pink T-shirt on me and then led me down the hall.
I thought I was going to bed, but I was wrong. She sat me on the couch next to her husband Jeff and left the room. "I'm going to make dinner now. Take care of our guest," she said.
I looked at her husband and he looked at me. He seemed as embarrassed as I was. My t-shirt was long enough to hide the diaper, but I had no pants. I was mortified.
Jeff looked at me. "Are you wearing pants?"
I shook my head. "Violet dumped all my clothes in the trash. She said they were disgusting."
"She'll get something for you to wear tomorrow then," he said. He handed her a blanket from the back of the couch. "I bet you are cold."
I wasn't but I took the blanket anyway and covered up. He was probably saving face. I was glad to be have something to cover me if the t-shirt rode up.
After the ten o'clock news, Violet took me up to my new bedroom. We had eaten in front of the TV before hand and I was tired from my long day.
I stood up and we went upstairs together. "I have to go to the bathroom," I announced.
"Is your diaper wet?" she asked. She reached under my t-shirt to check.
"No," I said as I jumped away. "It will be soon if I don't get to a bathroom."
"You said you'd be my baby," she said. "Babies wet their diapers. They don't announce that they have to use the bathroom."
"But…," I said.
"You promised to let my take care of you," she said. "If it weren't for your boyfriend wrecking your car, I would have a baby I could change."
I crossed my legs and gave her a pleading look.
"I'm going to put you to bed when I take you to your room. When I do so, I am going to check your diaper. If it is wet, then I will change you. If not, then I guess you can wait until morning."
I was stubborn and held it. She took me to the room she picked out for me. It was a baby's nursery complete with changing table, crib, and mobile. She put down the rail of the crib. Climb in," she said.
"It's a baby crib," I protested. "I'm too big."
"Nonsense," she said. "You at most weigh 115 pounds. Get in."
I climbed in and she pulled the rail up. "There is no pillow and blanket in here," I complained.
"I'll get them for you. Don't leave the crib."
I lay back and stared at the mobile. This was ridicules. How did I get myself in this situation?
She returned with an adult sized pillow and blanket. I curled up with them. "Are you sure you don't want to wet your diaper before bedtime? I will change you and you can get a good night's sleep."
"I'm not going to wet a diaper for you," I said.
"Would you like a nightlight?" she asked.
"No," I said.
She left. I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. After an hour, I woke up with an urgent need to pee. I tried to pull down the rail, but my casts prevented it. Instead, I slowly wet my diaper. It felt very warm and it tickled against my skin. It almost felt pleasant, but I would never admit that. I struggled to get to sleep and didn't wake up until the sun streamed through my windows.