Kelly trembled as Dana shoved her up against the locker. Ever since moving
here last week, Kelly has been picked on and verbally abused by the local high
school bully. And being rather tiny in physical stature, Kelly was the perfect
target.
"Listen up, you little bitch...", Dana said, her face mere inches
from Kelly's. "You think you can come around here, acting all hot to trot,
but you know something? You CAN'T. This is my school and I personally don't
like little skanks like you trying to lure all the guys with your tight little
butt, perky boobs and that innocent face."
Kelly was indeed cute. She had an adorable face with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Her long platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled in a spiral perm. To top
it all off, she was the very definition of petite. At 4'10", Kelly was
the true embodiment of cute.
By contrast, Dana was rather intimidating in appearance. She was tall and maintained
an athlete's body. She had untamed, wavy red hair that spilled down to her
mid-back. But it was her bossy mannerisms and overbearing personality that
truly made her spooky.
"I-I'm not trying to lure anyone." Kelly said meekly. "I always
just mind my own business".
Dana sneered, giving out a hateful chortle. "Well, all I can say is that
you'd better watch your step. If I see you fuck up one measely time...I'll
be all over you like a cheap sweater. You got that?!"
Kelly nodded her head, letting out a sigh of relief. Her butt was saved....this
time.
The rest of the day went by and Kelly did her best to avoid Dana.
After school, as she walked home, she wondered what she'd say to her father
when he asked how her day went. Should she lie and act like everything went
great. Or should she tell him the truth and get him all upset. He had an ulcer
as it was, and she didn't want to do anything to upset him. So, in the end,
she decided to put up a front and fib.
It was a solid two-mile walk from the school to Kelly's house, but she made
it in a relatively short time. She walked through the front door. Her father,
who was programming the VCR, welcomed her warmly.
"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?"
Uh oh. The moment of truth.
"It was great.", she spurted out without thinking first. She knew
if she would've hesitated, she would've lost courage. After all, she loathed
lying to her father like that. "I have some homework to do, so I'm gonna
be upstairs if you need anything."
She started up the stairs, but her father spoke..."Oh, Kelly. Before you
head up to get cracking on the books, I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure thing.", she said, turning around on the second step.
He started to act a bit nervous. "Well, I was wondering if maybe you could
babysit Jasmine for awhile tonight."
Kelly loved her little 12 year old sister dearly, so she shrugged without hesitation.
"No problem".
"I kind of...well....I have a date tonight with a young lady I met the
other night. I mean...I'll always love your mother. But she's gone now. And
I just felt that it's time to move on with my life. You understand...don't
you?"
Kelly hugged her father sincerely.
"I understand, Dad. I understand."
Her father was a very handsome man and would have no trouble getting any woman
he wanted. And he was only 32....far too young to stay cooped up without a
love life. Kelly was mature enough to understand. It had been 3 years since
her mother was killed in a car wreck...and he hadn't dated since then.
Kelly spent the evening doing her homework and talking on the phone with her
new friend, Lydia. Lydia seemed very cool and really felt bad about Kelly's
situation with Dana. As for Jasmine, she pretty much was capable of entertaining
herself in front of the television.
Kelly woke up to the sound of the front door opening. She must have fallen
asleep on the couch reading. She pretended she was still asleep. Through the
darkness, she could see her father and a woman going up to his room.
She heard the woman making sexual references to her father, laughing a bit.
She was obviously a little anebriated. But somehow, the voice sounded familiar.
Then it dawned on her.
"Oh my god!!", she thought. "It's Dana!!"
The next day was awkward for Kelly. After finding out that her father was
dating her worst enemy, she was put in yet another tough spot. Should she
tell her dad and make him think she's being a jealous brat trying to keep him
from having a love life? Or should she keep her mouth shut and hope it passes?
What a crazy predicament. Following a lot of thought, Kelly figured, once
again, to protect her father. She'd stay quiet about her history with Dana.
She cleverly avoided her father in the morning, heading to school a little earlier
than usual. On her way to school, dread filled her soul, knowing what could
be in store for her.
The first half of the day went well actually. Kelly hadn't seen Dana at
all. "Perhaps she was sick...or hung over.", she thought gleefully
to herself. At lunch, Kelly and Lydia went to a nearby pizza parlor.
Over pizza, they discussed the situation with Dana. Lydia, who'd lived here
all her life, told her about Dana's troubled past. Apparently, she had been
abused by her parents until they signed custody over to Dana's aunt before skipping
town. Come to find out, Dana is now nineteen years old...and is still a
senior in high school. Kelly almost felt sorry for her.
After lunch was gym class for Kelly. Being the punctual type, she arrived
in the girls' locker room fifteen minutes early. It'd give her a chance
to get changed before anyone else would get there. She started to get undressed,
when a shadow could be seen coming down the steps that led to the locker rooms.
Her worst fear materialized, as Dana stepped into the room.
"Hi there, cutie.", she said sarcastically. "Just figured
I'd let you know that me and your dad had a greeeeat time last night. In
fact, he invited me over for the evening tomorrow night. That'll be soooo
much fun. Who knows? We could end up getting married or something.
How ironic would THAT be? I've always wanted to have a daughter, ya know."
Dana's face contorted into a fiendish grin.
"Yeah....that will be perfect. You could be my very own baby girl."
Kelly shivered at the mere thought. What could she possibly mean by that?
"Ummm....but I'm...almost 16. I'm not a baby.", said Kelly, fishing
for an explanation.
"We'll see about THAT. Of course, this will take some preparation.
I'm gonna have to show your father exactly what kind of brat you really are."
Another menacing smile sweeps across her as she turns to leave. "Oh
yeah," Dana said, looking back over her shoulder, "don't try telling
your father about all this. I'd hate to have to stomp all over his heart.
He gets so attached to women...it'd break his heart if he thought I was anything
less than perfect. And you wouldn't want to do that to him, now would you?"
Dana had her over the barrel.
"No.", she meekly replied.
"You know,", Dana added almost as an after-thought, "I think
you need to get in the practice of treating me in an appropriate way."
"What do you mean?"
Dana continued, "I think you need to start calling me 'Mommy'...at least
when your father's not around. Kenneth wouldn't exactly approve....yet."
That last comment left Kelly feeling like she'd been punched in the gut.
She was afraid...more now than she had been since her mother died. What
malevolent things did Dana have in store for her?
"Do you understand?"
"Y-yes.", she stammered.
"Yes WHAT??", Dana snapped, making Kelly jump with fear.
"Yes, M-Mommy.", she spurted out, ducking her head in embarrassment.
"Good girl.", she said, walking out of the room, chuckling at her first
conquest, knowing that it wouldn't be her last.
(To be continued.....)
The remainder of the day was spent in a rather strange daze. Kelly was so
frightened by the possibilities. Dana is a mean, spiteful bitch who really
had one over her. She was helpless.
When she got home that afternoon her father was visibly upset.
"So, you decided to punch someone at school today, huh?"
She was shocked. Kelly knew she hadn't punched anyone. Obviously,
this was Dana's doings.
"I---I didn't punch anyone. This is crazy.", she said defensively.
"My new girlfriend saw you do it. Why would she lie about it?"
Kelly paused..."You mean Dana?"
"How did you know??"
"Its not that hard to figure out, Dad."
"Well,", he continued, "that's not important. Look,
Kel.....I saw the girl you punched. She looked pretty bad. Her parents
are threatening to take legal action if I don't do something about it. Damn
it, Kelly, I don't need this kind of crap right now. I'm trying to pull
my life together...I have a new job I'll be starting in a couple of days, I've
finally began dating again....all I want is for you to behave yourself.
It seems like you're rebelling all of a sudden. Maybe Dana's right..."
"About what??", she spurted, almost in an offended tone of voice.
"Well, she was saying that perhaps you were having a bout of jealousy."
he said.
"Why would I be jealous?"
"Because for the past several years, you've had me all to yourself.
And now that I'm dating again, you're starting the whole spoiled brat routine."
"That's a bunch of crap, Dad!", she said before storming off to her
room.
The next day was a Saturday.....and more importantly, it was the day that Dana
would be visiting. The mere thought left Kelly with a sick feeling in the
pit of her stomach. All day long, she pondered all the horrible things that
could happen. She had very little clue as to what Dana was up to...but one
thing was clear....it was nothing that would benefit Kelly. That was a given.
Early that evening, Kelly tried her best to stay within the safe confines of her
room. Out of desperation, she gave Lydia a call....this was her last hope.
"Lydia, pleeeeease help me out tonight."
"Sure thing, Kel. How?"
"Well,", she said, "I told you about the situation with the bitch
coming over tonight, right?"
"Right.", Lydia responded.
"Well, I figured that maybe you could 'conveniently' drop by and ask if I
can crash at your house tonight. You know how much my dad listens to you.",
pleaded Kelly.
A few seconds of silence passed..."Sure, I'll be over in about an hour."
"Thanks, Lydia...you're the best."
As she hung up the phone, Kelly felt a wave of relief....maybe she could get by
all this crap tonight. Lydia was her salvation...or so she hoped.
The minutes dragged on and after about 20minutes, Dana arrived. She could
hear her overbearing mouth a mile away. Kelly started to sweat.
"Kelly, come down here.", her father's voice boomed out. She sighed,
rolling her eyes at her wretched luck. She slowly got up off her bed and
headed down the stairs.
Dana was all smiles. Lord, was she convincing! She nearly looked sincere
when she greeted Kelly.
Her father spoke, "Kelly, I think that it would be a good idea for you to
spend the evening with us. Dana rented a few movies and I figured we could
all watch them...together." That last word lingered in the air
for a few seconds. Together. Yep, this was going to be a miserable
night, to be sure.
Dana asked to use the bathroom. She came back and said the toilet wouldn't
flush, so Kenneth offered for her to use the upstairs bathroom instead.
After Dana went upstairs, Kenneth looked at Kelly and spoke in a slightly lowered
tone. "I want...no...I EXPECT you to be on your best behavior.
I REALLY like Dana...and I'll be damned if you're going to ruin it."
He paused..."Look, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here...it's just that
I really want this to work. Alright?"
She nodded, almost feeling bad.
After a few minutes, Dana came down and asked Kelly if she could see her room.
Kenneth urged Kelly to show her the room. At that, they all three proceeded
upstairs. Kelly had a very bad feeling about this.
Dana complimented her well-decorated room. She looked at all the posters
on the wall and seemed to enjoy Kelly's button collection. Then, she admired
her really pretty red velvet & lace pillow. But when she lifted it up,
something was under there!! It was marijuana!!!! So THAT'S what she
was up to. Dana turned to Kelly, with a look of shock and disgust.
Kenneth turned four shades of red. Kelly knew she was soooooo screwed.
Kenneth immediately took Kelly over his knees and pulled down her tight blue jeans
and started spanking her buttocks repeatedly. Each swat made her cry more.
She kicked her feet in pain. She looked up at Dana through her tears, to
see a hateful, yet pleased expression on her face. After several dozen swats,
Kenneth let Kelly up. He looked down at the sobbing girl and told her to
pull her pants back up. Instinctively she obeyed. He hadn't spanked
her since she was 6 years old. She couldn't believe he did it to her.
He picked up the bag of pot and said, "I have NEVER been this unhappy with
you. This is the last straw, Kelly. I WILL not put up with drugs!
This has gone too far! WAY too far! You're going to be punished for
this."
Dana put her arm around him sympathetically, "comforting" him.
She whispered something in his ear.
"Dana and I", he said, "are going downstairs to discuss your punishment".
"She's NOT my mother!", she spouted off as a reactionary defense mechanism.
But as soon as she said it, she realized that it made her sound like she was jealous....just
like Dana had planned all along.
"Maybe not, Kelly, but I think you certainly NEED a mother figure in your
life."
"But she's not much older than me."
His voice grew quiet now..."She's a hell of a lot more MATURE than you.".
With that, he left the room. Kelly put her head down into her pillow and
started crying again. Why was Dana doing this to her? WHY??
Fifteen minutes later, Kelly heard the doorbell ring. It was Lydia.
She could hear muffled talking which seemed to last for alot longer than it actually
did. A sense of dread overcame her.
Dana came up to Kelly's room with a huge smile on her face. "Awwwww,
is poor wittle Kelly in hot water? Gee, that's too bad.".
Kelly seethed, loathing that sarcastic voice of hers. But Dana continued.
"Just think how great it's going to be when you see what kind of punishment
I talked your Daddy into. He was reluctant at first, but I made it all seem
very rational. Now get your little butt downstairs."
Kelly gritted her teeth and complied, not having much choice.
When she got downstairs, she seen her father talking to Lydia. Lydia looked
very disappointed. Have they gotten to HER too?
Her father looked at Kelly remorsefully..."Kelly...Dana and I discussed your
behavior and she talked me out of sending you to boarding school. You should
thank her for that. Instead, I've decided that I apparently did something
wrong in the way I raised you. Well, I don't know how to say this, but.....I'm
going to start all over."
Kelly had a look of utter horror. "What do you mean, dad?"
"From now on, you will be treated just like a small child. I really
hate having to do this, but I really have no choice. What you've done is
outright irresponsible, Kelly. I HAVE to correct your behavior."
"This is SO unfair!", yelled Kelly.
"Oh," said Kenneth, "..and it's NOT unfair for you to try to screw
things up, just because I'm trying to have a life???"
"That's NOT what I'm doing and you know it! This is absolutely stupid!"
"I'm sorry, Kel.", he replied, "but I'm not changing my mind.
I've already talked to Lydia here. She's going to babysit you while Dana
and I go do some shopping for you. It's only 5:30 now...most of the necessary
stores should still be open.".
Shortly thereafter, Kenneth and Dana left. A very awkward moment was in
progress as they pulled out of the driveway. Finally, Kelly broke the silence..."You
don't actually believe I'd.."
Lydia interrupted, "No. I know you wouldn't use that crap."
"So then why did you go along with this?"
"Simple. I'm making YOUR life a hell of a lot easier. Think about
it. If I'm 'babysitting' you, you won't have to be around Dana as much.
There's no way I could've changed your dad's mind about this whole idiotic baby
nonsense, so I figured I'd help you out as best I can.". Lydia smiled,
trying to make Kelly feel better. It nearly did, too, but it didn't take
Kelly long to start thinking about this horrid punishment again.
"Where's your sister?", Lydia asked, hoping to keep her mind off of
the situation.
"She's at her friend, Lisa's house.", she replied in a monotone, sad
voice.
Lydia put her hand on Kelly's leg..."Everything will be okay. Things
will work out. Your dad will probably come to his senses before they even
come back."
"I sure hope so", sighed Kelly. But she was trying to fool herself.
No, Dana would not rest until Kelly was totally humiliated and tortured.
And what a job she was doing.
It was nearly 9:00 when Kelly heard the car pull in. Lydia patted her on
the knee, in a futile hope of reassuring her. The door opened up & Kenneth
and Dana began carrying stuff in. From the look of things, they purchased
a whole bunch of stuff. Kelly's stomach went into a dull groan, as they
carried sack upon sack up to her bedroom. It was all Kelly could do to fight
back tears. She was truly helpless and at the whim of her worst enemy.
Nothing could save her. All hope was lost.
The next hour was spent in quiet agony as Kelly heard them in her room doing "who
knows what".
"Maybe he talked her out of it.", said Lydia with a hopeful glint.
At that point, Kenneth and Dana came down and told her to come upstairs with them.
She very reluctantly followed their orders. She now felt quite nausious.
Upon entering her room, Kelly found that all her posters had been taken down.
In their place was a whole slew of Winnie the Pooh decorations. To top it
all off, all her clothes had been removed from her closet...she could only imagine
what was replacing them. But the biggest shock was that her bed was taken
down, in favor of a pink and white adult-sized baby crib!! Her mouth dropped
to the floor. Tears began welling up in her eyes.
"This is your new room, sweetie." her father said. "Now
lay down here on the floor so Dana can get you into your proper night clothes."
"I am NOT going t..."
She was sternly interrupted by Kenneth. "You will DO what you're TOLD...do
you understand, little girl??"
Kelly merely stood there, tears now rolling down her pretty face.
"I SAID 'DO you understand, little girl??"
She was still in shock and didn't answer. After all, she wasn't a little
girl. The death of her mother stripped that away from her several years
ago. She was a very mature teenager now, not that you'd know it by looking
at her room.
"Answer me!!", he snapped, bordering on yelling.
Ducking her head in embarrassment she replied, "Yes".
"Good, now lay your little butt down."
Slowly, Kelly complied. Her actions were now not her own. She laid down
onto the plush carpetting as Dana prepared her "things". Dana
carefully pulled off Kelly's jeans, revealling her white cotton underwear, which
were also taken off. Then came her t-shirt and white bra. She had been stripped
completely naked by the person she hated the most. Kelly closed her
eyes, more tears pouring down her cheeks. She then felt baby oil being massaged
into her crotch and buttocks area. This was followed up with baby powder.
It almost felt good, despite the fact that she could only think maniacal thoughts
about the person putting the poweder on her.
Once this was done, she heard a crinkling noise. She didn't dare open her
eyes, knowing that seeing it would only make this harder on her. But even
still, Kelly wasn't stupid...she knew what was coming. Dana lifted the petite
girl's legs up quite easily...much like any adult could do to a real baby.
This thought mortified her, adding to the humiliation of it all. She could
feel the disposable diaper being slid underneath her butt. She was let down
on top of it and Dana pulled the sides around to the front. The diaper's
rustling noises didn't make this any easier. It was a sickening reminder
of what was happening to her. There was no escaping it. Finally, the
diaper was pulled snuggly into position. She could hear the tape being latched
onto the sides. The diaper was soooo tight.
"There we go, little baby.", said Dana, "Now let's finish getting
you ready for bed. Stand up."
Without any real thought, she did what Dana instucted her to do. What choice
did she have. Dana was now her boss, whether she liked it or not.
Out of one of the bags, Dana produced a see-through nighty. It was pink
and had ruffles gallore. But it looked incredibly short....perhaps they
had gotten the wrong size. Dana slipped it over her head, and within a quick
second, the nighty was on. Would the horror ever end??
Kelly looked down, only to notice that the nighty didn't completely cover her
diaper. It was THAT short!!
Dana reached in the sack and pulled out a pink hair ribbon and pulled her hair
up in it. To finish it off, Dana was digging around in yet another bag....and
this time pulled out a slightly oversized pacifier. At first, Kelly refused
to open her mouth.
Her father warned her, "Kelly, open your mouth NOW! All babies suck
on pacifiers and you're no different. Open your mouth!!!"
Frightened, Kelly obeyed, allowing Dana to place it in her now-opened mouth.
Dana added, "Now if we see that you don't have that pacifier in your mouth,
then we'll have to punish our baby."
OUR baby?? OUR BABY?? Kelly fumed at the audacity of that bitch.
And what's worse is that her father did nothing about it. He obviously agreed
with her statement. This was getting worse by the minute.
The much stronger Dana picked "Baby" Kelly up into her arms effortlessly
and carefully laid her down into the crib.
"Now you go night-night, baby.", said Kenneth, tweaking her nose playfully.
"My little girl needs lots of sleep...and tomorrow, Dana and I will tell
you all about your new rules. Goodnight baby girl."
With that, they left the room. Kelly started to cry uncontrollably now.
Her life was over. She would be a baby forever. And there was nothing
she could do about it.
((Continued....))
Kelly laid there in the crib for hours, unable to fall asleep. The diaper
was thick and made that infernal crinkling sound everytime she so much as moved
a muscle. She had long since spit the pacifier out in her useless attempt
to scrounge up a bit of pride. The smell of the baby powder invaded her.
Then, she realized she had to pee. Not really thinking, she climbed out
of the crib and headed toward the bathroom. Surely her father wouldn't expect
her to USE the diaper, she thought as she made her way to the hallway that leads
to the bathroom. From the hallway, she heard Dana.....
"And just WHERE does the baby think she's going?"
Kelly surprised herself by instantly responding to Dana's question, given that
she referred to her as a baby. "Ummm...to the bathroom to go
pee.", she said as she stepped down onto the stairs to see Dana in the living
room. Kenneth was asleep on the sofa and Lydia had apparently left.
Dana sarcastically put her finger on her own chin. "How many babies
do you know of that use the potty?"
Kelly hesitated before answering. She had dozens of smart-ass retorts flying
through her head, but she was unable to muster the courage to say them.
Meekly, she said, "None I guess."
"That's right. NONE. If baby needs to pee pee, then she can go
in her diapee. Understand?"
"Yeah.", Kelly grumbled.
Dana made her way up the stairs, standing right in front of "the baby".
God, she was intimidating. Kelly thought Dana was intimidating before, but
somehow she seemed to tower over her more than ever. Kelly looked and felt
tinier that ever, as well. Or at least, all this baby stuff made it seem
that way. "No....when I ask you a question, you address me as
Mommy. DO you understand??"
She ducked her head, too humiliated to look anyone in the face, much less Dana
herself....."Yes, Mommy." Her voice sounded so small, so
defeated.
Dana picked Kelly up into her arms like a real baby and carried her up to her
room. She gently laid her down in the crib. She replaced the discarded
pacifier into Kelly's mouth and sternly warned her about spitting it out.
Dana let out what honestly looked to be a genuine, caring smile and then kissed
the "baby" on the forehead, before leaving the room.
Could Dana be human after all, wondered Kelly. Then, reality smacked her
square in the face as she realized that only a monster would force a teen aged
girl to live as a baby. Dana could not be human at all. Well, at least
not a SANE one anyway. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sudden
aching of her bladder.
It was a sharp sensation and made her highly uncomfortable. She wriggled
around a bit, strategically trying to find a "safe" position that would
ease the pressure her bladder was thrusting upon her. She squeezed her legs
together like a vice grip. She was determined not to use the diaper.
For a short time, the pressure subsided. She was thrilled. In her
own mind, this was a moral victory over her father and Dana. She was able
to overcome a major obstacle.
Then, the pain kicked in again...worse than ever. She gritted her teeth,
squeezed her legs together and writhed in total discomfort. The fight was
over, as her bladder released the urine, flowing into her disposable diaper like
a fountain. She felt gross, with the warm pee being in direct contact with her
crotch area. This was the ultimate shame. In her mind, she couldn't
possibly feel any worse about her infantile condition. She was defeated.
Kelly was now a helpless infant.
This thought caused her to start crying a bit. But she stopped soon enough
so that she could go ask Dana to change her wet diaper. It would be complete
humiliation to have to ask, but what choice did she have?
Kelly climbed out of bed and walked into the hallway. With every step, she could
feel the soggy diaper against her skin. It felt so disgusting to her.
She went to the head of the stairs to see Dana writing something onto paper.
"........." She TRIED to speak, but nothing came out. How
could she ask her mortal enemy to change her diaper?
Dana looked up at the pathetic "little girl" and asked, "What does
my baby girl want?"
"I....uhhh.....I....need....my...diaper changed.", feeling a strange
relief at having spit it out.
"Sorry, baby, but Mommy thinks the diaper can hold out until morning.
You get back in your crib and go to sleep now. Its waaaay past your bed
time. Now shoo."
Kelly's stomach experienced a dull throbbing sensation as she dejectedly walked...no,
WADDLED, back to her room. She was being forced to lay in her crib, wearing
all that baby stuff, while in a soaked diaper.
After about an hour, Kelly began to drift off, trying to grow numb to this hellish
existance. But deep down, she knew that this was only the beginning.
Tomorrow would be far, far worse.
(Continued....)
Kelly awoke to the sounds of bags being dug through. She opened her
eyes to see Dana rifling around through some of the sacks that had a bunch of
baby stuff in them. Kelly let out a little groan of frustration, alerting
Dana to the fact that she was awake.
"Good Morning, baby girl. How are we this morning?"
Kelly wanted soooo badly to knock the hell out of Dana at that point, but she
could not win on any account. So she tried to act like she didn't hear her.
Of course, Dana was on to this tactic.
"Answer me! How are we this morning?", Dana said through gritted teeth.
Kelly was too frightened of her new "mommy" to anger her with
an insult or smart remark. "I'm okay."
"You know, I think that maybe you should...well...", she paused,
pondering something for a second or two. "...it can wait for a little bit,
since you'll be learning all your new rules in a few minutes anyway".
She playfully, yet sarcastically, tweaked Kelly's nose. This infuriated
her for some reason. Perhaps it was because she started to think of Dana
in a maternal sense. Or perhaps she simply FEARED thinking of her in a maternal
sense. Her thoughts were so jumbled that she could hardly hardly think straight.
This baby thing was having a weird psychological effect on her.
Then, as Dana approached Kelly with shaving cream, a razor, a towel and a little
container of water, Kelly started to panic. Her eyes grew big and she took
in a deep breath. Dana smiled and slightly chuckled, "Calm down...I'm
just going to shave you. Its not like I'm going to kill you or anything.".
Somehow, this did little to calm her nerves.
Dana untaped the sides of Kelly's wet diaper but left it underneath her.
"Baby DID wet last night, didn't her?", Dana coo'ed almost mockingly.
She gently rubbed some of the shaving cream around her pubic area. She did
a very thorough job. In fact, Kelly thought she felt Dana get a bit too
handsy with her vagina. But again, perhaps she was being paranoid.
Or perhaps she wasn't. After the cream was rubbed in, Dana began carefully
shaving all the hair off there in long, gentle strokes. Kelly shrank up
inside. Dana of all people should NOT be shaving her like this. After
all, they're worst enemies. They despised each other immensely.
The minutes dragged on as Dana skillfully eliminated every bit of crotch hair
poor little Kelly had. With that, she dried her off and applied a generous
amount of baby oil & then baby powder. God, how Kelly hated that smell!
Once this was done, Kelly was mortified to see Dana lay out four cloth diapers,
another disposable diaper and plastic panties. As if the single diaper the
night before was bad! This would be much bulkier! A flood of shame
washed over her like a tidal wave of hopelessness.
First, Dana laid her on top of the disposable diaper and taped it up ever so tightly,
constricting her stomach considerably. Then came the first cloth diaper.
She laid it under her, pulling it up over her disposable diaper. Dana pulled
at the sides, tightly fastening it with three inch diaper pins. What a horrible
feeling, Kelly thought, not daring to voice such a negative opinion in Dana's
presence. The second cloth diaper was worse...each one made her legs bow
out more and more. Finally, all four were on Kelly. With a foreign
snap-sound, the plastic panties were on too.
"That'll do for now.", muttered Dana more to herself than to Kelly.
She got Kelly out of the crib and produced a pair of pink rhumba panties.
"Step into these, baby. Come on." she said, clearly talking down
to her. Kelly begrudgingly obeyed.
"You look utterly adorable", said Dana, clapping her hands together
once. Dana dug through the closet and pulled out a ruffly pink and white
dress. It was soooo fluffy and short. It even had cute little poofy
shoulders. Kelly did NOT want to wear it, but she was no longer in control
of her life, let alone what clothes she wears.
Then, Dana was digging around in the dresser, pulling out some petticoats, pink
tights and white ruffled ankle socks. Kelly cringed as Dana helped her put
on the tights. Then came the ankle socks and petticoats. To top it
all off, the dress was pulled down over her head. Dana paused to admire
her handiwork.
"Soooo cute. But we need to do something with your hair."
Dana paused, tapping her chin with her finger. "Aha! I know what
we can do."
Dana found some white ribbons and tied her hair into high pig tails.
She got back into the closet and grabbed a pair of girlish looking white "baby
shoes". "Let's get the baby's shoes on".
Kelly was surprisingly growing numb to this treatment. She didn't fight
what was the final touch to her new outfit.
"You know, I'm going to try to come up with a way to talk Kenny into letting
me get you into some cute high heels sometime. I've always thought you'd
look so sweet in little pink heels with a bow on the back."
This statement kind of threw Kelly for a loop. Why had she always wanted
to see it? After all, Kelly had only known her for a week or so. This
was getting decidedly stranger. Dana truly was insane.
"Now come on downstairs. Your daddy's down there waiting for us so
you can learn the rules." Kelly followed, tootling along, wobbling
back & forth due to the extreme thickness of all the diapers. This was
so humiliating. Dana actually had to help her down the stairs in her awkward
state. Kenneth gave a wide smile as if seeing her like this was the most
natural thing in the world. Dana sat down on the sofa and motioned for the
baby to sit on her lap. Kelly complied reluctantly.
Kenneth spoke in a calm voice, much different than the angry tone he had the night
before.
"As you know, you will be spending your days & nights as a baby without
exception. So, I think it's only fair to let you know all the rules you'll
have to observe."
He cleared his throat, glancing down at the rules list.
"Rule number one.....you will not be allowed toilet priveleges. You
are now a baby & babies can't use toilets. You will always be in a diaper
and if you ever need changed, you'll have to find an appropriate way to tell us.
You have to sound like a small child. Otherwise, you will not be changed."
"Rule number two.....you will speak in 'baby talk' ONLY. If we hear
so much as a single word that sounds like a big kid, then you will be punished.
For example, if you are hungry, you can say something like 'me want baa-baa'."
"Rule number three.....You will always obey any adult or older kid who we
put in charge of you during our absence, including Lydia or your BIG sister."
Kelly's mouth flung open with a befuddled look on her face. "But..."
"NO BUTS, KEL.", he said forcibly, "Jasmine is 12 years old...you
are now 2. She's alot older than you & quite capable of feeding you,
changing your diapers, and so forth. That's final."
Kelly ducked her head in shame.
"Rule number four.....You will not feed yourself. A big person will
feed you. If, by chance, we DO let you feed yourself...you will do it with
your hands. No spoons. No forks."
"Rule number five.....You must always call me 'Daddy' and call Dana 'Mommy'."
"Rule number six......you WILL continue going to school....AS a baby.
Your Mommy & I have made arrangements with the principal and all your teachers
to.."
Kelly cut him off.."..but the kids will all laugh at me!!!"
"FIRST of all, you should've thought about that before you pulled all this
crap to begin with! SECOND of all, that was NOT baby-talk!"
Dana took Kelly's hand and gave it five really hard slaps, turning it bright red.
Kelly nearly cried, but her pride allowed her to suck it up. Its odd how
a person will cling to pride, despite having all shreds of dignity stripped from
them.
"Now....Rule number six...the most important rule of all...Dana, myself or
anyone who babysits you has the full right to create new rules based on the situation."
With all these rules finally soaking in, Kelly began crying uncontrollably.
Dana lovingly pulled her close and started stroking her hair gingerly. Without
really thinking, Kelly buried her head into her "mommy's" shoulder,
bawling....like a baby.
"There there, baby Kelly. You'll be alright. Let's finish getting
you ready."
Dana sat little Kelly down and retrieved a diaper bag and plunked a pacifier in
her mouth. Kelly was now far too weak to fight anything. She had been emotionally
drained. Then it dawned on her.........
THEY WERE TAKING HER SOMEWHERE!!!!
(continued...)
Within an hour, Kelly, Dana and Kenneth were pulling into the parking lot of Westhelm
Mall. It was the city's largest mall...and it was crowded as usual.
Feelings of anxiety splashed about in the pit of Kelly's stomach, all the while
Dana and Kenneth were just chatting away in the front seat, discussing getting
Kelly a car seat. Kelly barely noticed the conversation at all...she was
in her own little world of mental anguish.
Then, the car stopped. Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly realized
that it was time for her to get out of the car....in front of all the people in
the parking lot. Luckily, with her diminutive size and babyish features,
Kelly knew she wouldn't attract TOO much attention..or at least she hoped she
wouldn't.
Dana opened Kelly's door and helped her out of the car. On shaky legs, Kelly
stepped out and became aware of everyone "looking" at her. Well,
not many people actually noticed, but in her paranoia, she certainly though they
were.
Kelly heard her father tell Dana that they can't spend more than an hour or two
in the mall, since Jasmine would be coming home a bit later.
The trio entered the jam packed shopping mall. Kelly could hear her own
disposable diaper and plastic pants make their characteristic crinkling noise.
Her awareness though was quite introverted, noticing only the things about herself.
But as she waddled through the mall, Kelly would pass by a group of wild looking
goth kids or outlandish-acting gansta wanna-be's and came to the realization that
no one really seemed to notice them. And if nobody really noticed THEM,
then they probably wouldn't notice HER. This put her mind at ease a bit.
But some passers-by did take notice of the tennage girl dressed in baby clothes,
with another teenage girl holding one hand and a grown man holding the other one.
She half expected them to laugh or make rude comments, but all of the ones who
noticed simply stared or whispered conspiritorily to their friends. This
was certainly turning out better than she had thought it would.
Kenneth and Dana dragged her with them to several stores, as Kenneth bought Dana
some new clothes and a few other luxuries. By the time they exited the fourth
store, Kelly was a little more relaxed. So relaxed in fact that she didn't
even notice herself pee in her soft diapers. Once she DID realize it, she
became embarrassed. How could a teenager NOT know when they had to urinate,
she thought. This was definitely not good.
Being wrapped up in her own state of confusion, she failed to see her sister on
the outer fringes of the food court with two of her friends.
In fact, it wasn't until Kenneth said, "Look, there's Jas." that she
knew she was there.
Another spurt of pee escaped her, soaking her diapers even more as the horror
of her sister seeing her like this got the best of Kelly.
Jasmine spotted them and started waving with a smile. Kenneth and Dana went
over there, Kelly in tow. What would her sister say??? What would
she do??? Who's side would she be on?? This was just too much!
Kelly ducked her head. Then, it hit her....Jasmine didn't react at all...as
if everything was just normal. She heard her father introducing Dana to
her and the two girls shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Jasmine had
been told about her father having a new girlfriend, so this was no big shock.
But why wasn't she acknowledging the way Kelly looked?? This was really
baffling Kelly as finally, her sister (who was a good 4 inches taller than Kel)
crouched down, looked at Kelly and said...."Hiya, sis.", with a sweet
smile.
Strangely, this infantile way she spoke to Kelly didn't cause any anger.
Apparently, Jasmine had already been told.
"Hi.", Kelly muttered, obviously embarrassed.
"How's my little sister?" she asked, tweaking Kelly's nose playfully.
Kelly didn't reply. She just couldn't bring herself to answer a question
from her younger sister that referred to HER as being younger. It was a
pride thing.
"You answer your big sister, little girl. Now.", said Dana sternly.,
"..AND in baby talk".
"Me is good, Jas.", Kelly managed to say.
Jasmine's friends approached them and started genuinely going on and on about
how adorable Kelly was. Kelly had mixed emotions. On one hand, here were
these younger girls treating her like an infant...but on the other hand, she felt
kind of warm inside, glowing from all the complements.
Jasmine knelt down again, kissed her "little" sister on the cheek and
whispered into her ear..."I love you, sis. No matter what you're wearing."
Kelly suddenly felt really happy and secure. Jasmine's actions were not
meant to humiliate her after all. It made perfect sense to her now.
Jasmine was showing that her love for Kelly was unconditional...and that alone
lifted Kelly's spirits. She almost didn't care that she was clad in a baby-like
full, dress or diapers. All that she could think about was what her sister
so meaningfully whispered into her ear.
Dana sniffed. The smell of urine was strong.
"Uh-Oh...I think the baby pee-pee'd in her diapee. I'll take her into
the girl's room and get her fixed up in a jiffy. With the diaper bag
in hand, she lead Kelly off to the restrooms.
Once inside the restrooms, Dana looked thoughtfully at the rather large changing
table..."yep..you should fit. Hop up there."
Kelly climbed up onto it, just as a teen age girl exited the stall and chuckled
on her way out. But before she could exit, Dana grabbed the girl by the
arm & pulled her forcibly back.
"You better listen here, you little cunt!", she snapped in a very, very
sinister voice, "THIS is my soon to be step daughter. And I do NOT appreciate
sluts like you making fun of her!! Do you understand me???"
Kelly could scarecely believe what was happening here.
The girl yanked her arm away and made a big mistake..."Fuck off!", she
said.
That's all it took to set Dana off. Dana punched her in the face with the
speed and power of a professional boxer, laying her out! The girl tried
to get to her feet, but the psychpath continuously kicked her in the side, stomach
and face! Kelly could see blood pouring from the girl's mouth. One
kick after the other, each one making a sickening thud-sound! She just wasn't
stopping. The girl fell unconscious, but the assault continued.
Kelly acted.
She leaped off the table and grabbed Dana around the waist from behind. With a
rush of addrennaline, Kelly flung the enraged Dana backward, making her hit the
wall. Dana turned around and gave an evil look...it was downright demonic.
"I was just defending you..like a good mommy should.", she said angrily,
panting.
"This is way out of hand, Dana! You are not my fucking mother!!!
Don't you get it!?!?! You are sick in the head! SICK!! And I
have had enough!!!"
Kelly bent down to check on the injured girl, leaving a surprised Dana leaning
against the wall. The girl was moving around now and coughing hard.
Kelly looked back up at Dana and said, "It's over, Dana."
A weird look came over Dana's face. For a second it looked as if she knew
that what Kelly said was true.
But then, Dana said the most shocking thing of all..........
(to be continued...)
...."I love you.", said Dana in a very serious, but low tone of voice.
"WHAT?????????????", belted out Kelly, incredibly confused
by what she just heard.
"You heard me."
The girl slowly got up from the floor and quickly darted out of the room while
Dana was distracted. Kelly somehow knew the girl wouldn't contact authorities.
The fear in her eyes all but said that.
"Do you ACTUALLY expect me to believe that you love me?? That's an
insult to my intelligence, Dana! First, you bully me around at school, then
you start dating my father and then you force me into diapers all the while conning
my father into allowing it??? And NOW you say you LOVE me?? You are
insane!!!"
Dana ducked her head a bit, gazing empily at the floor.
Kelly continued, "If you loved me, you wouldn't have d...". She
was cut off by Dana whose voice had become angry and yet vulnerable.
"I DID it to be close to you!"
"If you wanted to be close to me, Dana, you could've became my friend!
But instead, you tried to hurt me...physically AND mentally. You single
handedly destroyed my life!"
Dana looked directly into her eyes..."Destroyed it? What makes you
think that?? I have given you back your childhood...I have tried to fill
the void your mom left when she died! How is THAT destroying your life?"
Kelly was apalled at her excuses. "You know damn good and well that
I hate this...being diapered, being treated like a baby, having to.."
She was interrupted by Dana again.
"Oh is that right???? I can see inside your soul, Kelly. I can
see the inner struggle you have every time you get a diaper change..a part of
you hates it...but the other part of you likes it, yearns for it."
Kelly started to defend herself, but Dana at least partially spoke the truth.
Realizing this, Kelly leaned against the wall and slid down until her diapered
butt hit the floor. She had a dazed look on her face.
Dana sat down too, and put her hand on the "little girl's" knee.
"Alright, I'm the first to admit that I'm probably not right in the head.
I've known that for a long time. My childhood screwed me up. It screwed
me up bad, Kelly. Sometimes, I...have a hard time trying to figure out what's
right and what's wrong. I've been to the shrink sooo many times. It
never helped. It never helped me see things right."
Kelly looked her in the face, almost feeling sorry for her. Dana paused
and then continued.
"And I've always wanted a baby. I know it sounds stupid...but I always
thought that having a baby would some how help me get my head on straight.
But then I found out that I couldn't have kids. So I guess I got desperate, wanting
so badly my own piece of reality...my own reason for existing. Everywhere
I looked, all I could see were people who could be my 'baby'. I tried to
shake it. I really did. But I couldn't. And the first time I saw you,
I KNEW you would be my baby. No matter what I had to do...you would be my
baby."
Kelly looked at her sympathetically. Dana started to cry.
"But I blew it. I fuckin' blew it all! I guess I'm too god damn crazy
to be a good mother to anyone!." An undescribable expression came over
Dana's face and she rapidly leapt to her feet and ran out of the restroom and
into the mall's side passage. Kelly got up and ran after her, yelling at
her to come back. But Dana didn't stop. She just ran out of the exit
door and into the parking lot.
Kelly did her best to pursue Dana, but Dana's long legs gave her a very fast running
pace. As Dana sprinted across the parking lot, cars slammed on their brakes
and honked, narrowly avoiding running into her.
Kelly dodged her way through the traffic as well. But Dana was at least
three hundred feet ahead of her now. And then suddenly, Dana dropped out
of sight. Kelly sprinted toward where she had last seen her. No trace.
Kelly scoured the area...but to no avail. Kelly slumped to the ground against
a parked car, her head in her hands, knowing she would never see Dana again.
And she would never have the chance to help her or to understand her...or to thank
her for awaking the child inside her.
Kelly never stopped wondering what ever became of the enigmatic and complicated
person who changed her life and her outlook on the world. Despite Dana's
mental problems and seemingly sinister behavior, she had made a difference in
the life of a certain teenage girl and her father. And for that alone, she
would always be remembered.