Leaving Home
(by Jennifer Laura)
The most dreaded moment of my young life is here upon me! I must say that I have
been extremely lucky, with a cherished childhood. Some will even say that I was
overprotected!
But just let me introduce myself. My name is Clara and I am seventeen. I am the
only child in a middle-class family. Both my parents work. Yet they always manage
the time to look after their beloved baby Clara. Because, you see, I am still
a baby, not only at heart, but also in my daily life.
Of course, this baby treatment is a closely guarded secret in the family. The
purpose is certainly not to punish me or to humiliate me, but rather to keep alive
the closest bond between my adoring parents and me. Without this behavioral pattern,
I would have certainly turned out as a spoilt brat. Now, I am merely a cherished
and obedient baby.
Why do I need to go College? Why can't I stay home? My parents assure me that
this is for my own good! I cannot believe that! I feel so utterly miserable!
Naturally, I am used to behave outwardly like a regular teenager, albeit a particularly
shy one. I am not really shy, but I have to protect my true being and I cannot
afford to have boys or girls friends prying in my intimacy.
However, I find back my babyhood instantly when I return home. Everything will
be spoilt when I leave for college this afternoon.
I start crying in self-pity, while failing to find any of the familiar comfort
of suckling my pacifier. I feel the comfort of my fine down cover, encased in
the pretty cotton casing with the small floral print. I am safely tucked up to
my chin and the cover is firmly maintained with the clamps. I have to wait patiently
for Mommy to come and get me up, as I continue crying, thinking that tomorrow
I shall wake up all alone in some ugly bedroom.
Although I merely sob silently, Mommy must have heard me over the baby-watch,
because she comes in earlier than usual.
As she bends over my crib, she looks concerned about my crying. I love my crib
and I shall miss it so much! My Daddy made it from laminated cherry wood, in the
shape of a large basket resting on trestles. A long wooden bow at the head of
the crib supports fine white muslin drapes. My Daddy is so good with his hands!
He made also the rest of my furniture to the proper size for me.
Mommy wipes softly my tears with the tips of her cool fingers, before removing
my pacifier and kissing me gently on the lips. She consoles me in her usual soothing
way. When I calm down, so happy to still see Mommy, she releases the clamp and
she pulls away my cover.
As the weather is still warm in this fine Indian Summer, I wear one of my onesie,
in fine printed cotton. It has short balloon sleeves, a small round collar and
a cute bubble bottom. Naturally, the bodice is finely smoked, while the bubble
bottom closes with small poppers between my thighs. My hands are protected with
mittens and my feet encased in matching booties.
Mommy helps me climbing out of my crib and I walk to my changing table. Actually,
I more waddle than I walk, because of the thick night diapers I wear. I lie flat
on my back and I raise my legs against my chest. Mommy opens the poppers between
my thighs and she pulls up my onesie above my waist. She pulls down and removes
completely my baby blue plastic panties. Naturally, my diapers are not only completely
soaked, but also very heavy with the load of my poop.
I do not like the smell of my poop and I make a face each time Mommy opens my
loaded diapers. However, she does not seem to mind them. She folds carefully the
diapers and she places them in the pail. Then, she cleans meticulously my bottom
with wet wipes. When I feel fresh again, she finishes undressing me. I stay on
my back while she enters the bathroom to run my morning hot bath.
After washing me, Mommy dries me in my hooded bath towel, before taking me back
to the changing table. She applies baby cream all over my hairless bottom to prevent
rashes. Then, she sprinkles the baby powder all over. She places white flannelette
fitted diapers and she secures them with the Velcro tabs. As usual, she pats gently
my freshly padded buttocks at this stage of my dressing.
She pulls a pair of pink transparent plastic panties over my diapers. I like those
panties, because they make a cute rustling sound when I move. Yet, the rustling
sound is discreet enough to get almost unnoticed, except very close by.
Mommy helps me back in a sitting position on the table to fasten my white bras
and to pull on my little girl's vest, in finely ribbed pink cotton, trimmed with
a small pink satin bow at the round neckline.
She pulls next a pair of knee-length white cotton socks and she puts on a pair
of pink T-bar sandals.
She invites me to climb down from the table. Taking me by the hand, she leads
me downstairs. Daddy is already seated at the dining table, reading his morning
paper. I tighten my arms around his neck and I bend down to kiss him many, many
times on his clean-shaven cheeks. I prefer to kiss him in the morning, because
I don't really like his stubble in the evening. Also, in the evening, we kiss
on the lips. After kissing Daddy, I take place in my high chair. Mommy puts on
my pinafore. This morning, it is the pink broderie anglaise one, with a large
bow in my back.
Mommy sits down besides me to spoon-feed me a large bowl of cottage cheese with
fresh fruits inside. Although I open my mouth very wide, I still get some creamy
cheese around my mouth and also some on my cheeks. Mommy wipes my face when I
finish the bowl.
Daddy finishes also his breakfast. He puts on his coat and he bends down to kiss
my hair. Then, he kisses also Mommy before leaving for his office. He assures
Mommy that he will be back in plenty of time to drive all of us to my college.
I feel like crying again when I hear this!
Mommy washes the dishes quickly, before taking me back to my nursery. She puts
me into my playpen with my box of toys. She gives me also a large bottle of formula
to drink when I feel hungry. She bends also to kiss me again on the lips and she
leaves also for her office.
I spend the morning playing with my dolls and other toys. I drink also my bottle.
The rest of the time, I suckle my pacifier.
I feel very happy and very sad at the same time when I hear the car driving up
our driveway.
Mommy is back home first, as I can hear the clicking of her high heels on the
tiles of the hall. She comes in my nursery a moment later. She takes me out of
the playpen and onto the changing table. She removes my pinafore and she lowers
my pink plastic panties to change my soiled diapers.
When I am all fresh again, Mommy takes me back downstairs with her to the kitchen.
She puts me in my high chair, before giving me another bottle of formula. While
I suckle, she prepares a quick lunch.
Daddy returns on time, as promised. He kisses both of us and they both sit down
at the table. Mommy attaches a bib around my neck. Again, she spoon-feeds me the
contents of small jars of baby food. Today is like a festive day, although I feel
so sad! I eat chicken, creamed spinach and peaches. Usually, I get that only on
Sundays or celebration. Mommy wipes my face after lunch. While Daddy prepares
the coffee for both of them, Mommy takes me back to my nursery.
Of course, my diapers are not yet wet. Nevertheless, Mommy checks them. Then,
she puts on my blouse. It is in fine white polyester cotton. The fabric is very
fine, so that my pink vest can be seen through. The blouse has a small Peter Pan
collar and balloon sleeves. Mommy completes my dress with a short jumper in pleated
gray wool.
We return downstairs to meet Daddy. I sit on Daddy's lap while he sips his coffee.
I like putting my head against his shoulders while suckling my pacifier. I feel
so loved and secured. I start crying silently again when I think this is the last
time! Daddy wraps his arm around my shoulders and he kisses my hair.
When they are ready, we leave the house. I still cry. My luggage is already in
the boot of Mommy's minivan. Naturally, I get in the back, where Daddy fastens
my seatbelt.
The drive to the college is not very long, because I go to the local one. Still,
I shall have to stay in my own bedroom, because it would be too long and tiring
to drive back home every day. My parents promised me that I should come back home
every weekend.
Daddy parks the van and we get out. My parents accompany me to do my registration.
Then, we get back in the van to drive to my new home. I shall not stay on the
campus. My parents rented a room in town for me. I shall take the bus to the campus
every day. Naturally, a baby cannot drive, you silly!
My parents introduce me first to my new Landlady. She seems nice enough, but my
parents make no mention whatsoever about me being a baby.
My new room is nice enough, but nothing as nice as my nursery back home. The washroom
is a mere shower and basin behind an ugly plastic curtain. I don't really care
about the toilet down the corridor. However, I already miss sorely my comforting
bathtub. The Landlady informed me that I could use her kitchen, as long as I cleaned
everything afterwards. My parents reassured the Landlady earlier that I would
not invite guests and that I would not throw wild parties in my room.
Mommy helps me unpack. Then, she changes my diapers before putting me in a nice
short dress. We go for our last supper together. I certainly do not feel hungry.
I miss so much my bottles already! My parents exchange furtive glances whenever
they feel I am not watching. They look certainly concerned!
After dinner, they drive me back to my room, where Mommy undresses me, before
changing my diapers and putting me in bed. I certainly savor this last baby care,
before starting my new life!
My parents take turns to bend over my bed and kiss me. I already miss the comforting
wrapping of my crib. This single bed looks so open and awful! As I hang fiercely
to Daddy's neck, he has to raise his voice to let me go of him. Daddy very seldom
needs to raise his voice. I feel so lonely and miserable that I burst in tears.
Both my parents kiss and console me.
At least, they do try by telling me that one week is so quickly over. They are
sure that I shall enjoy my new life and that I should try to make new friends.
What is the point? I already miss them even before they are gone! It is so hard
to leave home!
As I am already past my regular bedtime, I fall asleep while still crying. I do
not notice my parents leaving my room silently.