Chapter 16
Voices.
People… A LOT of people.
Jim woke slowly, the effects of the drugs making the rise to consciousness more difficult than normal. His mind moved slowly through the fog created by the sleeping pills, but at least it was moving.
And it was telling him that had woken too early.
Slowly the realization hit him that not only was he where a lot of people were, most of the voices he could hear were women’s. Jim kept himself very still as he let the cobwebs slowly dissolve inside his head.
That took a while, but it helped to work his brain a little, trying to get an idea of where he was.
He was under a blanket. That much he could tell. To his disgust he could tell that he was still in a diaper. A DRY diaper.
“Not for long,” he thought as he lay there trying to figure out where he was.
He turned his head toward the voices and peaked from under the blanket. His right eye lay on the soft cotton sheet as he got his first view of the world around him.
He wished he had never looked.
Through the bars of what was obviously a wall mounted sleeping…cage… he could see at least 10 women milling around talking. He could tell that they were women because they all wore dresses that went almost to the floor.
Not a pair of pants in the entire bunch.
Past that group, attached to the opposite wall was another pair of cages attached, one above the other. The top one held a toddler boy sitting, sucking a pacifier and watching the group of women. The bottom cage held a sleeping baby girl under a blanket. He could tell by looking that he was in the lower cage on his wall.
Jim groaned as he felt his bladder protesting. That was a mistake.
He watched with shock as the dresses worn by the 3 women closest to his cage spun around and approached his little prison. His eyes shut and he tried his best to act asleep.
“Oh, I think she is waking up.”
Jim shuddered and thought that his world was going to totally fall apart when he heard his ears picked up the familiar sound of Andrea.
“Let me get her up. Thank you SO much for keeping her in down here during service.”
Jim’s mind was racing, trying to understand what his wife was talking about when he heard the railing of his little shelter slide up and arms lifted him out.
He took a tentative peek once he knew he was “safely” in her arms. He quickly closed his eyes…and wished he had never woken up.
Andrea was standing in what was obviously a church nursery, filled with women, most holding children in their arms. The sleeping “cages” were only on one wall, directly across from a large mirror. In the top crib sat the toddler boy, the bottom crib was …empty.
Jim’s mind raced to put the puzzle pieces together. That, combined with the need to relieve himself, made him fidget in Andrea’s arms. She held him tightly against her shoulder as she gently patted Jim on the bottom like any consoling mother would.
“She wakes up very slowly from her nap, don’t you Jamie….huh?” she cooed and talked to him as she rocked and bounced the tiny bundle. Jim made a slight grunt and pressed his legs together. Andrea was enjoying her little power play and began talking to a matronly woman who would have been the one to “get her baby up” had Andy not stepped in.
“Thank you again. It was nice to have some time away from …her…you know, and I knew she was in good hands.”
“Oh, now honey, think nothing of it. We know that being busy all week can wear you down and we are more than happy give you a break, even if just for a couple hours on Sunday morning,” replied the other woman as she patted Jim lightly on the back.
“She was very good and never made a peep. She looked just like an angel laying there. She was no problem at all. Before you go, do you need to change or feed her? We have a changing table over there, and a room through that door just for nursing mothers.”
Andrea smiled and told her that she had “Jamie” on bottles, that she was no longer nursing. This brought a slight scowl from older woman and several other women’s heads cocked slightly their direction.
By this time the pressure was too much for Jim to bear and he felt first a trickle and then a flood. He tried ( and failed ) to keep in the sigh of relief that resulted. The wave of warmth spread across the diaper he wore and Jim was both embarrassed and relieved to be wearing it.
Andrea felt Jim’s padded crotch just as he lost the battle and quickly changed the subject with the woman.
“I think we need to go. Thanks again.”
As she picked up the diaper bag from a cubbyhole and threw a blanket over her “baby” the other women waved goodbye and invited her to return the next week. Andrea thanked them all turned to leave.
As she did, the blanket slipped off Jim’s head. His eyes were wide open and he was looking straight into the face of the woman that Andrea had been talking to. As his wife walked away, they made eye contact. The woman cocked her head to one side and squinted her eyes. She watched intently as he was carried away and, just as he rounded a corner, a look of shock and realization washed over her face.
When Jim saw that there was nobody around and they were almost to the car, he finally lost his self-control. He straightened up next to the huge woman’s shoulder and let it all out.
“Andrea, what in the hell was THAT all about? You put me in a damned NURSERY! What were you thinking? And…dressed…. dressed like a fucking baby GIRL! Cannot believe this..”
Andrea calmly let her little charge vent his frustrations as she unlocked the front doors of the sedan and popped the locks for the back doors.
“And what am I wearing, anyway. A DRESS!! How freaking cute. And little white tights over a cute little baby diaper. GAWD!!!”
He was still expressing his displeasure when she gently laid him on the backseat of the car and applied an index finger to his lips to stop him.
“Did you wet your diaper?” Just a hint of a smile bent her lips as she watched him intently.
Jim blushed fiercely, glared for just a moment and finally nodded.
“Do you need a diaper change?”
Jim literally ground his teeth together as pondered how to answer what was obviously a question that demanded an answer to the affirmative. Finally he again nodded.
“I thought so. So. What do you say?”
Jim lay on the seat of his own car, wearing a dress like a baby girl, his anger building again and he knew what would happen if he were to go against controlling woman’s wishes. The helplessness of the situation only made his anger more futile and the frustration caused him to make the decision without even thinking.
“Fine, just fine,” he finally conceded. In a sticky sweet voice he said, “Please Andrea, would you change my diaper? I seem to have peed in it and it feels so yucky!”
Andrea giggled. “Of course honey. I would just LOVE to change your diaper. I am just so glad you asked.”
Jim shook his head in mock disbelief as watched his wife begin the task. She deftly slid fingers into the waistband of the tights and pull them down and off his legs. She began to remove the tapes of the diaper when he suddenly became aware of what was about to be displayed.
“Andrea, please stop,” he said. “If someone walks by and looks in here, they will…um…see me..um.my….”
Jim fumbled with his words as his privates were exposed. The sodden disposable was slipped from under him as the cool air sent shivers across his normally well-covered crotch. Andrea carefully folded the diaper tapes over as he lay in full view. She took a small plastic bag and deposited the wet item inside.
She then removed 2 cloth diapers that were folded together. She smiled down at her helpless little man and held the diaper up in front of him. He groaned and rolled his eyes back in his head.
“Here you lay, little one. Anyone that walks by can see that my cute little baby girl is no GIRL at all. So, what are you gonna do?”
She waved the thick padding over his head, an evil smile playing across her face.
Jim could have just cried. He knew that the sooner he was covered, the less chance his very male, albeit small, genitals would be seen. On the other hand, the LAST thing he wanted was be in the double thick cloth diaper that was being offered. It was only when Andy glanced over her shoulder at a noise did he make his choice.
“Pl..please put that diaper on me.”
Andrea looked down from her lofty height and raise one eyebrow. “Whom are you talking to?”
“You, Andrea.”
She shook her head and took half a step back, allowing more of a view to the parking lot and the growing number of people that were beginning to wander toward their cars.
This was cause for alarm for little Jim.
“Andrea, please. PLEASE diaper me. Put me in that diaper. I won’t complain…I promise. Do it. Diaper me, quick.”
Andrea calmly said, “Who am I?”
Jim only had to think for a moment.
“Mommy, please diaper me!”
A devious grin swept across her face as she stepped back and Jim’s jaw dropped as he saw Marge, Andrea’s supervisor, step up and look down at him.
“My GOD, Miller, you are right! He is just ADORABLE.” Marge reached down and pinched his cheek as he blushed from head to toe. “ “Coochie coochie coo!”
Jim tried to move away from the woman by scooting across the seat but his head bumped the car seat. He was trapped. Not only that, he was naked from the waist down; and from the waist UP he was dressed like a baby girl.
“You said the procedure had reduced him, but you never told me he was so damned CUTE.” She turned to look back at his wife, who was beaming in the background. “You simply have to come over for Sunday dinner, OK?”
Jim gasped as Andrea nodded, in total shock that she had informed her boss as to his condition.
“We will be at your place in about 10 minutes, Marge.”
Marge disappeared and Andrea resumed her place at Jim’s “diapering place”.
She strode forward and lifted his tiny butt off the seat made him slightly more at ease. The huge smile she had when she slide thick cotton under him started to have the opposite effect. The evil sneer she wore as she saw his brow furrow while the diaper was pulled up between his legs caused him to seriously wonder what kind of woman he had actually married.
She had all that material packed around his lions and was inserting the pins as the first looky-loo peeked into the car window at the “mother” diapering her “baby”. He pulled a blanket over his face as he felt his wife pull a pair of plastic pants up his legs, over the bulging diaper and to his waist. As he did he heard Marge in the distance, “Amy, come along dear. We need to get home and set the table.”
He shuddered. He was once again in cloth diapers. He was dressed as a baby girl. He had been forced to beg to be that way. He tried to press his legs together and knew right away that the attempt was futile.
And now he was about to go to his wife’s boss’s home…to eat.
Andrea slid the tights up his legs and stretched them over the bulk that encased him. She patted him on the bottom, the pat giving her extra pleasure as she felt the many rows of lace that were sewn on back there.
“OK, honey. Let’s go. We can’t keep our host waiting.”
Jim lay there, not moving. “Why did you tell HER about….about..ME?”
Andy sighed as she lifted him into his car seat and strapped him in. She said nothing as she did. Once she had him secure, she looked at him closely and finally spoke.
“Marge saw the clothing patterns that I had designed for you. She had prototypes created even before I got to work that morning. In fact, by the time I walked I into the office, she had found that my sizes were incorrect…for the size of person they seemed to have been created for. Remember when I came back from work the other day, the first time I had Maria… um… diaper you?”
“Like I could forget. That was horrible,” he replied.
“Well, Marge had sent me home to get “correct” measurements. When I got back, she grilled me until I finally told her everything. Then she said I had to bring you to church to see if you could “pass”. And you were just perfect honey. You were so cute. I did not know she would ask us to dinner, but what could I say?”
Jim just looked away, out the other window. He was emotionally wasted and wanted to sleep. But he had slept all morning and he was nowhere close to tired.
Andy sighed out loud, and turned her head as a smile crept across her face. She closed the door and went around to the drivers seat. Glancing at her watch, she saw they would have to hurry or they would be late.
As they pulled out of the church parking lot, a group of ladies walked past. The matron that had spoken with Andrea waved, then looked again at the “infant” in the back.
As the car rounded the corner and sped off, she wrote down the license number and slipped it into her purse.
To be continued…… I promise :)