Chapter 15.
Michelle turned the corner to go down the hall and slipped and fell. Mom was right behind her. After Michelle fell she started sobbing. Mom picked her up off the floor and brought her back into the family room.
"Are you ok baby." Mom said carrying her on her hip, then sitting on the couch.
"Maybe you should not be running around the house like that. Shh Shh it's ok." Mom said talking to her like she was a little kid that had a boo boo.
MIchelle kept crying with her head up against Mom's shoulder. I sat there watching this so called 17 year old cry like a baby.
Mom started to pat Michelle's bum and rocking her, trying to calm her down.
Finally Michelle stopped crying. Mom set her on her feet in front of her and said, "Now I think you owe Sarah and I an apology. There was no reason for you to say what you did and then run off, throwing another temper tantrum."
Michelle looked at me and softly said "I am sorry."
"Thank you sweetie." I said back to her.
Mom picked Michelle back up and said "Lets get something to eat, then I think it's bed time for you. You have had a tough day, haven't you?"
Mom carried her into the kitchen and I followed along. She sat Michelle into a chair. Mom then pushed the chair up to the table. Mom went into the cupboard and took out some crackers. She took a few out of the box and put them in front of Michelle.
"Here have some of these, and I will make us something to eat."
Michelle sat at the table in her pi's and it was just 630pm. Michelle picked up a cracker and started to eat it. Mom went about getting dinner and i set the table.
Mom and I sat down to eat once Mom had gotten everything made. After we started eating Mom said "Sarah when we are done eating I am going to call Mrs Walker from across the street to see if she can look after you two for the rest of the week, well I am at work?"
"Why Mom? Why can't we just go with you to work? Or why can't I go with you to work and Michelle can go to Mrs. Walkers'"
I did not want to go to Mrs. Walkers. I use to have to go there after school and wait for Mom to get home from work. I had not had to go there for a few years because Mom changed daycares and I could walk to the daycare she was at now from school, as it was right around the corner.
"I can't bring both of you to the daycare, I was lucky last year that I could take you. I don't think that would be fair to leave Michelle with Mrs. Walkers by herself. You use to like going to Mrs Walkers after school. You guys will have fun."
Michelle stopped eating and said "I don't need to go to no babysitters. It was bad enough you made me go to that stupid daycare today."
Mom started to laugh looking at Michelle.
"Really Michelle. If you could only prove that to me, I might think different. The way you have acted today there is no way I would leave you alone in my house."
"I want to talk to my Dad again." Michelle said getting up out of the chair and looking around for the phone.
"You will sit down right now and finish your dinner. You are not calling your Dad now." Mom said starting to get up.
Michelle stood behind the chair and yelled "No. I want to talk to my Dad. I want to go home."
"Michelle this is your last warning. Sit your little butt down and finish your dinner or you are going to be sorry."
"No. I am not staying here any longer." Michelle screamed. Michelle turned to walk out of the kitchen. Mom had gotten up out of her chair. Mom reached out and got a hold of Michelle's arm.
"You are going to sit back down in that chair and stop acting like a child. If you don't sit in this chair right now. I will go find you a different chair to sit in."
Michelle looked at Mom and started stamping her foot on the floor "I am not staying here any longer I am going home. I want to talk to my Dad."
Mom put her hand up and brought it down onto Michelle's padded bum. Mom almost lifted Michelle off her feet when she swatted her butt.
"Ok enough is enough. Your Dad told me to treat you like the way you are acting, so that is what I am going to do. Sarah can you go out in the garage and bring in the highchair. Little Miss two year old is going to be sitting in it until she finishes her dinner."
"No I am not. I am leaving this place. Let me go."
Mom swatted her bum again and said, "You stop this right now. Do you need a real spanking on your bare bum, instead of over your diaper?"
"No. Stop. Leave me alone. Let me go. I want to go home." Michelle screamed out again and again.
Mom started to pull MIchelle's pants down, but before she got them to her knees Michelle said "Ok. Ok. Stop. I will be good."
Mom said pulling her pants back up, "This is your last warning. Now get over here."
Mom took Michelle by the arm and into the corner of the kitchen
"You stand here and don't even think about moving." Mom said swatting her butt again.
I could not believe Mom was asking me to go get a highchair, and I think she said DIAPER.
I did not even realize there was a highchair in the garage. I have not been in the garage for quit some time. I got up and went to the garage door. I opened the door and had to think where the light switch was. I found the switch and turned the light on. There was an old couch, a couple of chairs and all my old baby furniture. I am not sure why Mom would have keep all of this for so long. I spotted the highchair in the corner. It was white with little bears in all different colours printed on it. It was covered in dust. I tried to wipe and blow some of the dust off. I picked it up and made my way back to the door. I carried it thru the doorway. It was a little heavy and hard to carry but I managed to get it into the hallway. I got into the kitchen with it and there was Michelle standing in the corner crying again.
Mom came over to help me with it. She pushed the chair that Michelle had been sitting in out of the way and put the highchair in its place. Mom went and got a wet cloth. She wiped the chair down cleaning it up. She then pulled the tray off and set it on the kitchen table. She then adjusted the straps.
"Thank you honey. No sit down and finish your dinner." Mom said walking over to where Michelle was standing in the corner.
Mom took Michelle by the hand and led her over to the highchair.
"I am not sitting in that. Please, I will be good." Michelle cried out.
"You had your chance." Mom said picking MIchelle up and sitting her in the highchair.
Mom pulled the straps up between her legs and around her waist. She then took the tray and put it back on top of the highchair.
Michelle cried out the hole time, "No. Please I will be good." She kick her legs some, but all that did was make her look like a fussy toddler not wanting to sit still.
Mom took Michelle's plate of food and placed it on the tray and said, "Now eat. You are not getting out until you finish all of it."
Michelle looked at the plate and pushed it away. If Mom had not grabbed it, it would have fallen on the floor.
"I guess if you don't want to eat like a big girl then I will feed you like a baby" Mom said pulling her chair around beside Michelle and sitting down.
Mom put some food on a fork and brought it up to Michelle's mouth. Michelle did not open it up.
"I have all night Michelle. So unless you want to be in this chair until tomorrow, then I suggest you start eating"
Michelle finally opened her mouth and Mom feed her. Mom kept feeding her like you would any little baby not old enough to feed themselves. I sat there finishing my dinner. I noticed Michelle start moving around in her highchair. Well as much as she could move around, it looked like a tight squeeze.
Mom cleaned up her plate. Michelle was trying to move around more and more. She was trying to lift her bum up off the chair but Mom had strapped her in so tight, she could not move too much. Mom took the empty plate and put it in the sink. She then opened up the cupboard and took out a pudding cup. she grabbed a spoon and sat back down beside MIchelle.
"Since you finished all your dinner. I got you a treat." Mom said opening the top of the pudding cup.
Michelle still trying to move around said," I am full. I don't want that."
"But its pudding honey. All little girls like pudding."
"I have to go to the bathroom. Let me out of this." Michelle pleaded.
"Are you just saying that so I will let you out of your highchair? Come on open up."
"No I really have to go."
"Eat up your pudding and then we can get you to the bathroom. A big girl like you should be able to hold it for a few more minutes, Right? Did you not just tell me a little while ago that you are a big girl that does not need to go to a babysitters or what was it, Oh yeah stupid Daycare." Mom said putting the spoon filled with pudding into her mouth.
Chapter 16.
Mom was putting the last of the pudding on the spoon and placing it into Michelle's mouth.
"All gone. Good girl." Mom said.
Mom got up and put the spoon in the sink and threw the empty pudding cup in the trash. She grabbed a cloth and came back over to Michelle. She proceeded to wipe Michelle's hands and face.
"Ok. Lets get you to the potty."
Mom pulled the tray off the highchair and unbuckled Michelle. Mom helped her down and took her by the hand. She walked her out of the kitchen and out into the hallway. Mom then turned to me and said "Can you start to clean up? I will be back to help after I put Michelle to bed."
"Sure." I said watching Mom leave with Michelle.
I started to clean up the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. All of a sudden I heard Mom yell.
"Get back here!"
Then Michelle came running back into the kitchen and stopping on the other side of the table. Michelle was crying again. Mom came into the kitchen and stood with her hands on her hips.
"Get over here Michelle. You said you had to go potty, so lets go."
Michelle stood there, tears running down her face and said, "No. I want to go home. Just take me home."
"You know you can't go home. Now I am going to count to five. You had better be over here by the time I reach five." Mom said with her hands still on her hips.
"No. I don't want to. I want to go home." Michelle screamed. Then Michelle's hand went to the back of her pull up. She started to stand on her tippy toes. Michelle had a distressed look on her face.
"One, two, three" Mom started counting.
Then Michelle bent over a little bit at the waist and started to say, "No. No. No." Pushing her hand up against her bum a little harder.
"Four." Then Mom started to walk towards Michelle. "You had better not be doing what I think you are doing! "
Before Mom got around the table, Michelle started benting over a little more. It was easy to see what she was going to do. She still had her hand behind her trying to stop herself. It did not take long for the smell to reach my nose.
"Did you just poop your pants little girl?" Mom asked finally getting over to her.
Mom put her hand on Michelle's shoulder and turned her around. She swatted Michelle's hand out of the way. Mom felt the back of Michelle's pants.
I didn't think Mom really had to check with her hand, because you could tell by the sagging pants that Michelle had pooped.
"You have got to be kidding me. I was taking you to go to the potty MIchelle , then you run out of the bathroom and poop your pants in here. This is the last straw young lady." Mom yelled turning Michelle around to face her.
I looked on in disbelieve. Here was this 17 year old girl, standing in my kitchen in a poopy pull up. I have got her so scared of the toilet that she run out so she would not have to sit on it. Then gets out here and 30 seconds later she is filling her pull ups up like a toddler not wanting to be potty trained.
Mom took Michelle's chin in her hand, lifted it up so that she could look Mom in the eyes and said "Peeing your pants is one thing, but pooping your pants like a two year old is another. You have been here a little more then 24 hours and you have acted like a baby 23 of them. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Michelle was crying even harder now. She was crying the hardest she had cried since she got here. She could not even bring herself to say anything. She looked like she was trying to say something but all that came out was whimpering.
"Nothing to say? Maybe, I should put you in the corner. You can stand in your dirty diaper and think about what a baby you are. Would you like me to put you in the corner?" Mom asked still holding her chin.
Michelle finally squeaked out a "No."
"Well if you would not stink up the hole house I would. No come with me. If you even think about not doing as you are told you will get the spanking of a life time." Mom said taking Michelle by the hand and leading her out of the kitchen again.
Mom left with Michelle and I stood, smiling ear to ear. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth because I thought I might start laughing out loud. I did not want Mom to hear me. She is in the worst mood I think I have ever seen her. I stood there just thinking about what I had just witnessed. Good thing Michelle did not have her thong on, that would have been a big mess to clean up. Then I heard Mom calling my name.
I walked out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom. I looked around the door and into the bathroom. Mom had Michelle lying on some towels in front of the tub. Mom started to pull Michelle's pants down over her stinky pull up.
"Yes Mom."
"Can you please go grab the baby wipes and a plastic bag for me."
"Ok. Be right back."
I ran and got a plastic bag and the baby wipes. I ran back down to the bathroom.
"Here you go." I said, setting them down on the floor.
Mom had just ripped the side of the pull up and was starting to lift Michelle's legs up in the air. I did not want to watch Mom change her poopy pull up so I turned and started to go back out to the kitchen. Mom then said "Sarah can you bring me the phone also please?"
I went and got the phone and brought it back to Mom. I walked in to set the phone on the counter. Mom had Michelle's legs up high in the air and was cleaning her dirty bum.
"Thanks honey. I am going to have to give stinky pants here another bath. Just put the dishes in the sink and I will do them later."
"Ok" I said turning and walking out.
I put all the dishes in the sink. I also grabbed a can of air freshener and spayed the kitchen. I could still smell Michelle's accident. I finished spraying and then when out to the family room. I curled up on the couch and started watching TV.
I had watched TV for about 20 mins and I felt the need to go pee. I got up off the couch and walked towards the bathroom. When I turned to go in, Mom was leaning against the counter talking on the phone.
"That would be great Heather. Like I said, I should not be to long." Mom said talking into the phone.
"No. Not just Sarah. I have my boyfriends daughter here as well. I am just giving her a bath and then she is going to bed."
"Ok see you in a few minutes. Thanks again."
Mom put the phone down on the counter and seen me standing in the door way. Michelle was sitting in the tub sobbing with her head down.
"Sarah, Mrs. Walker is going to come over in a few minutes to watch you two. I have to go out and get some things at the pharmacy."
"Mom you don't need Mrs. Walker to come over. I can watch Michelle for you." I said
"No. You seen what Michelle just did. I don't think you would have wanted to clean her stinky bum, now would you?"
"Well no, but if you are putting her to bed. I am sure I will be fine."
"I will not be long I hope. Just be good and don't make any trouble for Mrs. Walker please." Mom said getting on her knees to finish washing Michelle.
I just shook my head and said, "OK"
I still needed to pee but I did not want to go when Michelle was still in the tub. I did not want her to see me use the toilet. She is so scared of it now she decided messing in her pull up was better then using the toilet. I turned and walked back out into the family room, hoping Mom would not be much longer with Michelle.
It seemed like I had just sat down and the door bell rang. I got up to answer the door. I opened the door and Mrs. Walker was standing there. She was in her late fifty's, tall and thin, with long black hair. Mrs. Walker stepped inside the doorway and said, "Hi Sarah. How are you doing? Its been a while since I have seen you. You are getting tall."
"Hi Mrs. Walker. I am doing fine."
Mrs. Walker got into the foyer and took her shoes off. She took my hand and started walking me back into the family room. I tried to pull my hand away but she kept a tight grip on it.
"is your Mommy still here?" she asked.
Cheez, she just said I was getting taller but she still has to use the word Mommy.
"Yes my MOM is still here. She is just putting Michelle in bed." i said, saying the word Mom a little loud.
"Oh, Why don't you sit and watch TV. I will go find her." she said finally letting go of my hand so I could sit down on the couch.
Mrs. Walker lifted the family room.
Could she not treat me like she did when she use to babysit me. Does she not think I have grown up any since then. I hope Mom is not to long being gone tonight.
A little while later Mom and Mrs Walker came into the family room.
"Sarah I am leaving now. Be good for Mrs. Walker." Mom said walking out towards the front door.
"I will. Bye."
"I am sure Sarah will be good Kim. Take your time getting what you need."
"Thanks again Heather."
Mrs. Walker came and sat down beside me on the couch. i heard Mom open then close the front door.
"Your Mommy said you could stay up a little longer and watch TV. Then you need to get ready for bed." Mrs. Walker said.
"Bed, its only quarter to eight." I said looking at the clock above the TV.
"She did not say you had to go to bed, just get ready for bed."
"So how was school this year?" she asked.
"Fine I guess." I said not really wanting to talk to her.
"Will thats good. Did you pass all your classes?"
"Yes"
I think Mrs. Walker could tell I was not in a talking mood, as she did not say any more and turned and watched the TV.
After the show was over, she turned and said, "I will go get your pyjamas and bring them out here for you to put on, so you don't wake up Michelle."
Mrs. Walker got up off the couch and started walking away before I could say anything. A few minutes later she came walking back into the family room. She sat back down on the couch and said "Ok. Stand up so we can get you ready for bed"
I looked at her and said "I can get changed in the bathroom. Just give me my pyjamas."
I stood up and reached out for her to give them to me. I saw a pull up on top of my folded pyjamas. My hand went back down to my side as soon as I seen it.
"Uhm. I don't need a pull up Mrs. Walker. Why did you bring that out here." I said sitting back down on the couch a little scared of the pull ups.
"I know it's been a while since I have babysat you, but I do remember you Mommy saying that you still wet your bed." she said taking me by the arm and forcing me to stand back up.
"I don't wet the bed anymore. I have not wet the bed in months. I don't wear training pants anymore." I said trying to get away from her.
"Then way was there a bag of pull ups on your bed? Its nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of little girls still wet there bed." Mrs Walker was starting to reach for my t-shirt.
"I am not a little girl anymore. Those are not for me. They are for Michelle." I said thinking that Mom must have placed the bag of pull ups on my bed when she put Michelle to bed.
"I remember not that long ago, someone coming home, running up the street in wet pants. Don't you remember me talking to your Mommy outside? Now come on don't make me have to tell your Mommy that you are being bad." she said starting to pull my t-shirt up again.
It was her that was talking to Mom when I had wet my pants. I had forgotten who Mom was talking to you. I was so upset about having an accident I forgot who was out there. I started to panic. i did not want to have to wear a pull up again. I tried not to let her pull my t-shirt off, but before I knew it, she had it pulled up over my head.
"No please. I am thirteen. I can get dressed by myself." I said trying to stop her from pulling my t-shirt off all the way.
My hands were up over my head and my t-shirt was covering my face. I put my hands together and tried to bring them down so she could not pull it off. Then she let go of the shirt with one hand. Then took both my hands into her one hand and pulled them back up over my head.
. I was standing up with my hands being held up over my head. I could not see because my shirt was covering my face. All of a sudden she spanked my bum hard. It hurt and I was not expecting her to spank me. I let out a little scream. I felt my panties get a little wet. I tried holding my legs together but I could not stop the flow of pee coming out of me. Mrs. Walker spanked my bottom again. I could feel my panties and now pants getting wetter by the second.
"Do you need more spankings or are you going to be good?" Mrs Walker said taking a hold of my shirt and pulling it off me, letting it drop to the floor.
I did not want to look down. I knew I had peed enough that it was going to show on my jeans. I still hand to go but I managed to stop it. I put my hands down to try and cover my jeans up and said ,"No. No more I will be good."
Mrs. Walker reached for my jean button, but I kept my hands there trying to hid the fact that I had wet myself. She pushed my hands away and grabbed a hold of the top button. She un did the button and took down my zipper. She looked down farther after she had pulled the zipper down.
"Did you pee your pants? You did! When did this happen? Was it before your Mommy left? So much for being a big girl. My three old granddaughter does not even pee her pants anymore." she said taking her hands, putting them up on my shoulders and pushing me back a little, so she could take a good look.
"Its not my fault. You spanked me. Please don't tell my Mommy." I blurted out not thinking before I talked.
"I am sorry sweetie but I am going to have to tell your Mommy. That would not be right if I didn't. Now stop putting up a fight and lets get you out of your wet pants and get you cleaned up." she said pulling my pants down to my knees.
"And you tried lying to me. Acting like you are so grown up, not having to wear training pants to bed. I am surprised your Mommy has not got you in training pants during the day, you seem to need them. Lift your foot up. Now the other one."
She proceeded to pull off my pants and set them on the floor. I was now standing in my family room only wearing my wet panties and training bra. My eyes started to fill with tears. Why didn't I just go to the bathroom before.
"Ok lets get you into the bathroom so I can clean you up." Mrs Walker said taking my hand. She picked up the pull ups and pyjamas and led me to the bathroom.
Once we got into the bathroom she put the pull up and pyjamas on the counter. She then reached down to take off my wet panties. I stepped out of them and then she took my bra off. Mrs. Walker then opened the box of baby wipes that were still sitting on the counter from when Mom used them on Michelle. She took a couple of wipes out and started to wipe me. The wipes were cold and I stepped back when she touched me with them.
"Please stop. I can do this myself." I pleaded with her.
"If I thought you could do this yourself, you would be. Now stand still." she said now holding on to my arm and using the baby wipes on my bum.
She finished cleaning me and put the used baby wipes in the trash can. Mrs. Walker took the pull up and held it out for me to step in.
"No I swear, I don't need those."
"Sweetie, stop trying to tell me you don't need them. I don't think I am going to believe you after what you just did."
I knew there was no way out of this. I picked my foot up and then the other. Mrs. Walker pulled the pull ups up and around my waist. I was hoping they would not fit, but they seem to stretch out enough for her to get them on me.
"These are a little tight. I will have to tell your Mommy to buy some bigger ones for you." she said looking down at me.
"I told you they are not mine."
Mrs. Walker seem to ignore me and held out the pyjama pants for me to step in. I steeped into them and she pulled them up. Then she pulled the top up over my head and got my into my pj's
Here I was wearing training pants again. I thought I was done with these.
Mrs. Walker took my hand and led me back out of the bathroom and opened the door to the bedroom. She took me over to my bed and sure enough the pull ups bag was sitting on top. I looked over at Michelle and I could see she had her eyes open looking at us. When I walked I could hear the pull up under my pants. I am sure Michelle could hear it to.
"Let me move your pull ups off your bed so that you can get in." Mrs. Walker said taking the bag and setting them down at the end of the bed.
She held back the covers and I climbed into the bed. She pulled l the covers up and tucked them under the mattress. She held pulled them so tight across me I could not move. She kissed my forehead and said, "have a good sleep sweetie, see you tomorrow."
Chapter 17.
See you tomorrow, Oh great, Mom must have asked her to babysit us for the rest of the week and she agreed. After having an accident in front of her, I don't think I am going to enjoy the rest of the week coming.
I was worrying about what Mom was going to say and do to me after Mrs. Walker told her about my wet pants. There was no doubt she would tell her.
I tried to move around in bed but Mrs. Walker had pulled and tucked the blankets so tight, I could not even roll to my side. I was trying to at least get my arms from under neath the covers, when someone jumped on me.
"You little bitch. Tell me what you did to me." Michelle said putting her hand over my mouth so I could not scream out.
When Michelle jumped on my stomach, I felt some pee escape and soak into my pull up.
She stayed on top of me holding her hand over my face. I tried to move but with the tight blankets across me and now Michelle on top of me, there was no escape.
"I know you must have done something to me. I was fine before I got to this, this, this hell hole." Michelle said almost in tears.
I shook my head trying to get her to take her hand off my mouth. I was getting scared and the more I tried to move the more my bladder let out. I tried to talk but she would not remove her hand.
"If you scream after I take my hand away, I will make your life a living hell. Got it." Michelle said looking me right in the eyes.
I shook my head yes and she finally took her hand away. My first thought was to scream out, besides what could this little girl do to me. I decided to stay cool for now.
"What are you talking about? I did nothing to you"
"You must have done something. I just don't go around messing my pants like I did tonight. Now one more time. What did you do to me."
You may not mess yourself but I bet you have had a few wetting accidents in recent months. I don't think the suggestions could work this well. I thought to myself.
"Listen Michelle, I don't know what you are talking about. What could I do, to make you do the things you have done?" I tried moving again. Then I pleaded," Can you please get off me." I could feel my pull ups getting wetter and wetter.
"No I am not getting off you until you tell me want is going on."
Then I heard the door open. Mrs Walker was standing in the doorway.
"What is going on in here."
I looked at Michelle and she just turned her head away from Mrs. Walker.
"Nothing. Michelle was scared so she came into my bed." I said not knowing what else to say.
Mrs. Walker walked over to the side of the bed and took ahold of Michelle's arm.
"Come on it's ok honey. Back to your own bed."
She pulled Michelle off me and guided her to her bed. Just before Michelle was going to lie down, Mrs. Walker stop her.
"Your not wet already are you? she asked, taking her hand and sliding it down the front of MIchelle's pants.
"Nope all dry. Good girl. Now get back in bed and I don't want to hear another sound out of this room."
Michelle lied down and Mrs. Walker pulled the covers up and over her. She then tucked them in the same as she had done with mine. She walked out closing the door behind her.
A few minutes went by and Michelle said "I am not done with you."
I did not say anything back. I was to worried about how much I had peed. I put my hand down so that I could feel around my bottom. My pyjamas's were not wet so my pull up must have held it all.
I started thinking about what I was going to do with the wet pull up. I was afraid Mom would come in to check on us when she gets home. I needed to get out of this thing quickly. I tried again to pull myself up but the blankets were so tight I could not budge them. I could not even roll to one side to try and loosen them. It felt like there were ropes holding me down. I kept trying but I could not do anything. I was starting to sweat. I finally got my one arm out from underneath the blankets. I then pulled the blankets out from under the mattress. I was just about to get up out of bed when Michelle screamed out.
"Get off me. Get off me."
I stopped moving waiting for the door to open. Sure enough the door opened and Mrs Walker was walking in.
"She was on my bed." Michelle said.
I laid there with one foot out on the floor, trying to get back into bed.
"No I was not" I said.
Mrs Walker came over to me and pushed me back down.
"Do you two need some spankings? If I have to come back in here one more time, the both of you are going over my knee." she said pulling the covers back over me and tucking them underneath the mattress, pulling them tighter then she had before.
The blankets were so tight across me, I could hardly breath. My hands were pulled tight against me. I tried kicking my feet, but could only move them a fraction.
Mrs. Walker got to the door turned and said, "You two had better not act like this the rest of the week." She then closed the door behind her.
I wanted to say something to Michelle but I was trying hard to get out from under my blankets I didn't bother.
I am not sure how long I tried getting out from underneath my blankets but I must have fallen asleep trying because the next thing I heard was Mom talking to Michelle.
"Wake up sweetie. Time to get up."
I turned my head and could see Mom sitting on the edge of Michelle's bed. She turned and looked at me and said, "I am going to get Michelle up first. You stay right there. I have something to discuss with you young lady."
I could not believe it was morning already. My blankets where still in the same position they were the last time Mrs. Walker had tucked them in. I could at least pick my head up some. Last night I could not even to that.
Mom then pulled the blankets off Michelle then said, "Come on, I need to to stand up for a second."
Mom took Michelle by the hand and had her stand up. She then bent down and picked up a pink towel and set it on the bed. Mom took Michelle by the shoulders and pushed her down on to it. When Michelle's bum hit the pink towel I could hear it crackling. That was not a towel it is a change mat. Mom then pulled Michelle's pyjama bottoms off and set them on the end of the bed.
"Looks like you had a wet night, but I am not surprised after what you did last night." Mom said tearing the sides of the pull up and bunching it down between Michelle's legs.
Mom bent down and picked up the box of baby wipes and pulled a few out, Then with one hand put Michelle's ankles together and lifted them in the air. Mom pulled the wet pull up down away from Michelle's private parts and started cleaning her. Mom kept her legs and bum in the air, wiping her bottom. She then placed the baby wipes on the inside of the pull up and pulled it out form underneath Michelle.
Michelle did not say anything until Mom let her legs down and her bottom hit the change pad. Michelle started to get up but Mom pushed her back down.
"What are you doing?" Michelle asked.
"What does it look like? I am changing you out of this wet pull up." Mom said holding up the soaked garment up.
"I don't need your help. If you would just let me do it myself, I will."
Mom placed the wet pull up on top of Michelle's pyjama pants. She then bent down and pulled up the biggest diaper I have ever seen. It was white and look to have yellow lines running down the middle.
Mom started to unfold it and said, "I was going to get you baby diapers, but the nice sales lady in the pharmacy showed me these. She said they would be much better for a teen then the baby diapers."
Mom had it fanned out and was reaching for Michelle's ankles again, but Michelle pulled her feet up and out of the way of Mom's hand.
"No way. I am not wearing that. The stupid pull ups were bad enough. There is no way you are putting me in that." Michelle screamed out.
"Oh, you are wearing this, one way or the other young lady. If you think I am going to let you run around here or anywhere else for that matter, with out this on, you are dreaming. Now get your legs over here right now or I will spank you, then diaper you. Or I can just diaper you. Your choice."
It took a few seconds for Michelle to start crying and put out her legs for Mom to get a hold of. I think Michelle has figured out that its Mom's way or no way.
Mom took a hold of Michelle's ankles and lifted them and her bum off the change pad. She placed the diaper underneath her and let her legs back down. Mom then reached down and pulled up another diaper. This one did not have any sides, it just was long and thick. Mom went to take Michelle by the ankles again but stopped, bent back down and brought another white, long and thick diaper.
"The sales lady said I should only need one diaper insert but I think two would be better." she said lifting Michelle's legs up and placing the two diaper inserts between her diaper and her bum.
Mom then picked up some baby powder and sprinkled a good amount over Michelle's private parts. She then started to rub the powder all over her front and backside.
It did not take long for the room to smell like baby powder. I was surprised on how much Mom was using on her.
Once she had the powder rubbed in, Mom took the two inserts and brought them up between Michelle's legs. Then she brought the diaper up between her legs and over her stomach. Mom pulled the one side over and taped it, then the other. Michelle's legs were spread apart so far, that I figure she is going to have a hard time walking.
"All done. See that was not so bad now, was it? Mom said pulling Michelle back up to a sitting position.
MIchelle looked down at her now thickly diapered waist. She took a finger and poked at it. She picked her head back up and said, "Please Kim, don't make me wear this. I promise I will not have anymore accidents."
Mom just laughed and said "After what happened last night and your wet pull up this morning, it's going to be a long time before you can prove to me that you don't need your diapers."
MIchelle put her head back down and started to sob, still poking at the front of her diaper.
Mom turned to me and said, "Now what do you have to say for yourself? Mrs. Walker told me about your wet pants last night."
Chapter 18.
I did not know what to say. I just laid there looking at Mom standing over me. I was just hoping she would let me get up and go to the bathroom to get rid of this wet pull up.
"I thought we were passed this. You have been doing so well lately." Mom said bending down to pull my blankets off me.
Mom had a hard time pulling the covers out from under the mattress but finally got me uncovered. She sat down beside me and started to run her fingers threw my hair.
"So what are we going to do about this. Do you need to start wearing training pants again?" Mom said.
"No Mom. It was just one little accident. I was not expecting Mrs. Walker to spank me, and it scared me."
"Why did she have to spank you? Were you being bad?"
"No. She decided I needed help getting my pyjamas on. I told her I could do it myself, but she would not listen to me."
Mom just sat there shaking her head. She then said, "Well I hope this is not going to continue. We already have one person in the house in diapers. I hope you don't make two. Now lets get up and get breakfast."
Mom got up and stood beside the bed waiting for me to get up. I did not want to move. I knew my pull up was wet. I just did not know how wet, until I started to get out of the bed.
"Ok. I have to go to the bathroom. I will be out in a minute." I said stopping myself from getting out any farther, and hoping Mom would leave.
"Come on then lets go." Mom said taking me by the hand and pulling me up the rest of the way.
I tried not to move after she stood me up. I could feel my pull up sagging between my legs. Mom took the two steps over to where Michelle was sitting and picked her up. Mom set Michelle on her hip and put one hand on my back and pushed me to start walking. I took a couple of steps forward praying that Mom did not look down at my bottom. I walked slow towards the door and Mom followed behind me with Michelle on her hip. I made it out the door and only a few steps from the bathroom when Mom said "Hold on a second Sarah."
I stopped in my tracks. I did not want to turn around. Then I felt Mom's hand pushing my pull up up against my bum.
"Why are you wearing a pull up and why is it soaked?"
"Mrs Walker made me wear it last night. She thought I still wet the bed." I said wanting nothing more then to run into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Well I guess its a good think she had you wear it, isn't it? I will have to thank her for it. I would have had to wash your bedding if she had not put you in that. Back to the bedroom now! "
Mom put her hand on my shoulder and turned me back towards the bedroom. I walked back into the bedroom and stood at the end of my bed. Mom set Michelle onto her bed and said,"Stay here Michelle, don't move."
Mom then picked up the change pad and laid it onto my bed. She came over to me and guided me towards it. She spun me around and pushed me down on top of it.
"Mom no. I can take a shower." I said not wanting to be changed like Michelle had been a few minutes ago.
"We don't have time for you to take a shower. I will have you cleaned up in no time."
Mom took a hold of my pyjama pants and pulled them off of me. She rolled up my top and proceeded to tear the sides of the pull up.
"You sure did soak this didn't you. I am surprised it didn't leak. I have been so proud of you lately. I really thought you were finally starting to grow up. I guess I was wrong." Mom said pulling the wet pull up down between my legs exposing my private parts.
I could see Michelle looking at us, watching me just like I had watched her earlier.
Mom turned and picked up the box of baby wipes, took some out and lifted my legs in the air just like she had done with Michelle. When the cold baby wipes touched my bottom I tried to pull away, but Mom had a firm grip on my ankles. She ran the wipes over my bum and then pulled the wet pull up out from under me. Mom let my legs back down and cleaned my front. She rolled up the pull up with the baby wipes inside and placed it near the end of my bed.
"Do I need to diaper you like little Michelle over there? Mom asked looking down at me and pointing to Michelle.
"No. I don't need to wear a diaper. It was just a accident. Mrs. Walker would not let me go to the bathroom after she dressed me last night." I said hoping Mom would buy it.
"Would she also not let you go before you wet your pants last night." Mom said getting angrier by the second. "No I think maybe you are a little jealous of Michelle. I have had to spend time with her and you are jealous. Is that it Sarah? Are you acting out because you are jealous?"
"No. I am not jealous. It was just a little accident. I will do better I promise." I said, feeling my eyes fill with tears.
"I hope you will do better. For god sakes you are thirteen. You should have been well passed this ten years ago."
Mom pulled me up off the change pad and took me over towards my old dresser in the corner. She opened up the bottom and looked in side.
"Where are your training pants? I know I did not throw them out. Well I guess these will have to work for now" Mom said pulling out a pair of pink training pants that had a plastic outer layer. "You are going to wear these until you can prove you don't need them. I don't need you making a mess at Mrs. Walkers today."
Mom brought them down and held them open for me to step into. I knew I had no choice but to let Mom put them on me. I lifted one foot then the other and Mom pulled them up.
These pants were three times thicker then the ones I had put in Michelle's drawer. They also had plastic on the out side of them, were the others are just cloth. I am not sure where Mom got these. I don't remember wearing them before.
Mom took my hand and walked over to Michelle. She picked her up and put her on her hip. Mom took us out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. I tried to walk normal but the thick training pants were making it very difficult. The pull ups last night were bad enough but these things felt like a pillow between my legs.
Mom let go of my hand and tried to place Michelle into the highchair that was still in the same place it had been last night. Michelle started to fuss, kicking her legs not wanting to sit in the highchair again. Mom did not pay any attention to her. She just held her legs together and went about putting her in it. She tried to strap her in but Mom had to make the stapes longer because they would not go over Michelle's diaper. Once Mom made the straps longer, she buckled them together, pulled the tray table off the kitchen table and locked it in place.
MIchelle looked like a big toddler sitting in her highchair, fussing about trying to free herself but there was no escaping. From where I was sitting you could see her bulky diaper between her legs. I did not feel much like a teenager, sitting in my thick training pants and pyjama top, but at least I was not in a highchair.
Mom took two bowls from the cupboard and filled them with Frosted Flakes. She poured milk over them and brought them over to the table. She set mine down in front of me and then said "Can you eat these by yourself MIchelle or do I need to feed them to you?"
Michelle looked at the bowl and said "I can eat them."
Mom set the bowl on her tray. "Try not to make a mess please." Mom said handing her a blue rubber covered spoon.
I started to eat watching Michelle the whole time. She was having trouble with the small spoon designed for toddlers. She could hardly get a flake on it, it was so small. It was going to take her all day to eat at the pace she was going. . It was about the fifth time she brought the spoon up to her mouth that some milk and a flake went down the from of her. She looked down at the front of her top and tried to wipe the milk away. Mom was making some toast for herself having her back towards us she did not notice what Michelle had done. Michelle went back to eating, trying very hard not to spill any more. Sure enough Mom had her toast and was sitting down when Michelle split some more down the front of her. Mom seen her. She got back up and took a dish towel that was hanging over the stove handle. She brought it over and tied it around Michelle's neck pushing it down between the tray and Michelle.
"I guess you need a bib to go along with your diapers. I will stop after work to pick some up." Mom said sitting back down looking at Michelle the whole time.
MIchelle put the spoon down on the tray and said, "I don't did a bib, this spoon you gave me is too small."
"Too small. If I had have given you a bigger spoon I think you would have just made a bigger mess. Now eat up or would you like me to feed it to you?"
Michelle looked down and picked up the blue rubber covered spoon and tried it again. It was not long and Michelle dropped milk and cereal down the front of the dish towel. Mom was watching her like I was, but did not say anything.
I did not feel all that great about Mom making me wear these training pants, but I could still produce a little smile looking over at seventeen year old Michelle sitting in a highchair, wearing the thickest diaper I have ever seen, eating like she just learned how.
Chapter 19.
I finished up my cereal but Michelle was only about half done. Mom had finished her toast and was putting her dish in the sink. Mom took down 1 glass and 1 plastic cup from the cupboard. She filled them with orange juice and brought them to the table.
"Sorry girls. I forgot to get you two something to drink." she said placing the glass in front of me and the plastic cup on Michelle's tray.
Mom looked down at Michelle's bowl, seeing it was only half gone she went and got a spoon. She came back, pulled her chair over beside the highchair. Mom took the spoon out of Michelle's hand and put it on the table.
"We don't have all day." Mom said dipping the spoon into the cereal and bringing it up to feed Michelle.
The door bell rang. Mom turned to me and said, "Can you get that please?"
I did not want to answer the door in just my training pants and pyjama top.
"Uhm, can you go? I will feed her."
"No. Go get the door, hurry up." Mom snapped back at me.
I got up out of the chair and walked or should I say waddled to the front door. It almost felt like I had to walk on my toes to be able to move my legs. I got to the front door and looked threw the glass on the side, it was Mrs Walker. I unlocked the door and opened it. She walked in and said, "Good morning sweetie. Are you all ready to come over to my house?"
"I guess."
"You don't look ready." She took my hand and walked towards the kitchen. I tried to pull my hand free but she gripped tighter and kept walking.
She stepped into the kitchen and said, "Hi Kim. I thought you might need help getting these two ready to come over. Jim is away for the week so I figured I might as well come over and give you a hand."
"Morning Heather. I did not except you to come over. I was just going to drop the girls off when I was leaving for work, but as you can see I am running behind. Thank you very much for coming over, thats great. If you would like to get Sarah dressed I will finish up feeding Michelle." Mom said, feeding Michelle the whole time she talked.
I wanted to say I can dress myself but Mrs. Walker turned and walked us out of the kitchen before I could speak.
Still holding my hand, we got into the bedroom. Mrs Walker walked over to my bed and I sat down avoiding the change pad that was still on it.
Mrs Walker picked up the change pad and folded it up. She then picked up the used pull up and said "It feels like you wet this last night and you said you did not wet the bed anymore. Quite the little story teller aren't you. I see your Mommy has you in training pants today, good thing I think. I will go and get a bag to put this in. You just wait for me to get back."
Mrs Walker walked back out of the bedroom. I just sat on my bed sulking, looking at the two bags of diapers and inserts sitting on the floor.
She came back in carrying a plastic bag and my glass of orange juice. She came over and handed me the glass and said, "Two hands please, we don't want you spilling it on your bed."
I took the glass from her with both hands. How old does this lady think I am. I think I could handle the glass with one hand, thank you very much. I sat drinking my orange juice. Mrs. Walker went over to Michelle's bed and put her used pull up in the bag with mine. She then set the bag beside the diapers and went towards my closest. She opened the closest up and started going threw the clothes. She pulled out a pair of pink shorts and white shirt. She brought them over and laid them on the bed beside me.
"Ok lets get you dressed." she said taking the almost empty glass away from me and sitting it on the night table.
"I can get dressed. Mom might need help with Michelle." I said hoping I could get her to leave so I could find something else to wear.
"Your Mommy is just finishing up feeding her. So come on. Up you go."
Mrs. Walker pulled me up off the bed. When she did I felt the need to use the bathroom.
"I have to use the bathroom." I said looking up at her.
"Oh ok." she turned and looked around the room and then said, "Does your Mommy not have a potty in here for you?"
"What? No." I blurted out not believing she just asked if there was a potty chair in my bedroom, like I am some toddler just learning to potty train.
"No. With all the trouble she has had with you, I thought she might have a potty chair in your bedroom for you. It's what I had for my granddaughter when she was potty training and staying with us. It made it so much easier for her, not to have to go to far to use the potty. Maybe I should suggest that to your Mommy, because whatever she has been doing with you, sure isn't working."
I stood there in shock. She was comparing me with her three year old granddaughter. I wanted to scream at her. Tell her I was thirteen and I know how to use the toilet. I wanted to run out of the room away from her. I started to walk away from my bed and towards the door. I got into the hallway and she was right behind me. I got into the bathroom door and reached to shut it but again she was standing right there.
"I can do this by myself." I said trying to get her to back up a little so I could shut the door.
"Will then go ahead. Hurry up, you don't want to wet your trainers." she said not moving from the door way.
"Can i have some privacy please."
She stepped towards me, reached out and turned me so that I was facing the toilet and said, "Get over there and sit down before you have an accident. I changed your wet panties last night. You have nothing I have not seen before. Hurry up and get on the potty."
I did not want to go in front of her, but what choice was I going to have. I did not have to go that bad. I could just wait and go in a little while. Thats what got me into the trouble last night, not going when I should have then wetting my pants when I got a little spanking. I got over to the toilet and turned around to pull my training pants down. Just as I went to grab the top of them, Mrs Walker stepped up and pulled them down from the sides. She than lifted the lid, but her hands on my shoulders and force me to sit down. When I sat down she pulled the front of my training pants out towards her and looked inside.
"Good girl Sarah, keeping your trainers dry."
I sat there blushing bright red I am sure. How can I tell this lady I don't need help after I wet my pants in front of her last night, and then she knows I wet my training pants in the night. I tried making myself go with her standing in front of me watching. I looked away from her but I was so tense I could not make my bladder relax.
"Come on honey, hurry up. Your Mommy is going to want to use the bathroom before she goes to work." Mrs Walker said getting closer to me then I would have liked.
The more I tried the harder it was to pee in front of her. I sat there for a bit longer but nothing would come out.
"Ok times up." Mrs Walker said pulling me back up and then pulling my training pants back up over my waist. "We will try again later." She took my hand and led me back towards the bedroom.
No I need to go now. I just don't want you standing over me. I thought as we got back into the bedroom.
Mom had Michelle on the bed and was pulling up a pair of purple shorts over her diaper. Once Mom got the shorts over her diaper it did nothing to hide the fact she was thickly diapered. Mom pulled a purple shirt over her head, got her arms in and pulled in down. She pulled Michelle up and stood her on her feet. The top of Michelle's diaper was above her shorts and below her shirt.
"I am going to finish getting ready Heather." Mom said walking out of the bedroom.
Michelle stood beside the bed looking down at herself. Her legs were bowed out from the thick diaper between her legs. Mrs. Walker pulled up my shorts and then pulled the shirt down over me. She took MIchelle's hand and then mine and walked us out to the family room.
"Take a seat girls. I am going to see if I can clean up the kitchen."
Michelle and I got up onto the couch and sat down. With my training pants bulging out and MIchelle's diaper clearly visible above her shorts, if someone walked in right now and seen the two of us, they would not think we were two teenagers sitting here.
Chapter 20.
"Do you really think I did something to you now." I said to Michelle, pointing at my training pants.
Michelle looked over at me, then down at my waist. There was no hiding the fact that I was wearing thick training pants.
"Uhmm..Maybe not, but something is not right around here. Seems like you are use to wearing training pants. I am not used to wearing this stupid diaper." Michelle said looking down at her own bulging waist.
"Maybe not, but can you really blame Mom for making you wear it?"
"Yes, I can blame her. I am 17. I should not be wearing diapers."
"I know Michelle. You do remember what you did last night in the kitchen, don't you?"
Michelle looked away from me. She put her head down and brought her hands up to her face.
"It's ok. I don't think of you any different because of what happened. Maybe we could work together, to try and get out of these. What do you think?" I said getting closer to her on the couch. "I don't want to be in these training pants, anymore then you want to be in those diapers."
Just as Michelle was going to say something to me Mrs. Walker came walking into the family room and said, "Ok girls already to go to Nana's house?"
Both MIchelle and I looked at each other when Mrs. Walker said "Nana". I turned and looked back at Mrs. Walker and said, "Nana?"
"I think it is better then Mrs. Walker, don't you think girls?"
"I..I guess." I said turning back to Michelle and rolling my eyes.
Michelle smiled at me, which was, I think the first time since she has been here. We both got off the couch and started to waddle towards the front door.
Mom came out to the front door a few seconds later, carrying a bag. Mom handed the bag to Mrs. Walker and said, "I packed a change of clothes for each of them and some diapers. I can't find anymore training pants for Sarah. I am hoping she will not have any accidents but if she does I guess just put her in a diaper."
I almost blurted out that my training pants were in the other dresser but I caught myself before I said it. As much as i did not want to wear a diaper, the thought of Mom finding out I put my training pants where MIchelle's underwear had been was worse.
"Ok thanks Kim." is all Mrs. Walker said. She then put the bag over her shoulder and took both our hands and walked us out the front door.
"Bye girls. You be good today. I don't want to hear about you girls acting up." Mom said closing the door behind us.
MIchelle was having a hard time keeping up to us on the short walk across and down the street to Mrs. Walkers house. Mrs. Walker had to slow down a little so that MIchelle could keep up. I was really hoping that none of my friends were outside while we walked to Mrs. Walkers house. I don't need any of them seeing me this morning, dressed the way I was.
We got to the front of Mrs. Walkers house and I felt the need to pee. I had forgot that I had not gone yet this morning. I put my hand down between my legs to see if I could feel my training pants. I was afraid I might have wet them already. When I put my hand down to check, Mrs Walker saw me and said, "Do you need to go potty Sarah?"
I pulled my hand away quickly and said, "No Mrs Walker. I am fine."
"Remember, call me Nana. It is much less formal and it will be easier for MIchelle to say."
"Ok, sorry Nana."
I don't think Mom told her how old Michelle really was. There is no way she could have, if she thinks Michelle will have a hard time saying Mrs. Walker. MIchelle must not have heard Nana say that either because she did not do or say anything after. Maybe she is concentrating to much on trying to walk.
We got into the front door. I had been here many times. It was a very nice house. The downstairs was to the right. There was a big room around the corner and to the right that had the kitchen, a table, fireplace, a few chairs and a couch. To the left was a bathroom. Further down was a bedroom.
"We are going to go downstairs girls, that is were all the toys and TV is." Nana said walking us down the stairs.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs and turned left I could not believe my eyes. The first half of the room was a play room. It had a huge doll house and toys in plastic boxes. There was a play mat on the carpet and at the end of the play mat there was a playpen. A big couch separated the room from play room to family room. On the other side of the couch there was a fireplace with a big TV hanging over top. There were two other chairs and a coffee table. At the end of the room there was another door but it was closed.
Nana took MIchelle and said, "You sit here and play. I need to take Sarah to the potty." Nana picked up a box, opened it up and set it in front of Michelle.
Michelle just sat down on the play mat and looked around. Nana then turned and walked towards the door at the end of the room. I thought she was going to take me to the bathroom but she never took my hand. I stood there looking around until Nana came back out of the room carrying a pink plastic potty chair. My eyes went very wide when I seen it. I started to back up away from her and the potty chair.
"Come on sweetie. I think you need to try and go potty again before you have an accident." Nana said putting the potty chair down against the wall.
"Uhm.. No I don't need to go." I said knowing full well I really did need to go. I just did not want to go on that.
"You are going to try for me." Nana said walking towards me.
"No. Can I use the bathroom upstairs? I don't want to sit on that."
She took my hand and pulled me towards the potty chair. It was like she never heard me. Nana spun me around, pulled my shorts and training panties down. She put her hands on my shoulders and forced me to sit.
I did not think my bum would even fit on the potty chair, but once I got down on it, it felt bigger then it looked. My knees were a little higher then my waist but not to much higher. It did not take long and I could hear my pee hitting the plastic. I knew I had to go, but It came out faster then I thought it should.
"That sounds like you did have to go Sarah. Did you not even know you had to go?" Nana asked looking down at me.
I felt like a two year sitting on her potty. I did not know what to say that would not make me sound like a toddler. I finally said, "Yes I knew I had to go but I did not want to sit on this."
"Well get use to it. If I am going to help your Mommy get you potty trained then you are going to be sitting on that a lot. I am going to let your Mommy take it home with her. It will make it much easier for her."
"I am potty trained. I don't need a potty chair." I said looking up at her feeling sick to my stomach thinking about having to sit on this thing.
"Sweetie, you should be potty trained at your age, but you don't act like you are. Do you? I have a potty training chart that we are going to start using. I really think this will help you get out of those training pants. Would that not be nice? You would be able to wear big girl panties to school in September." Nana said then walking to the coffee table and opening it up taking out a box of baby wipes and the potty training chart. She put the box of baby wipes beside me and then held up the chart.
"See I just have to take my Granddaughters name of the top and put your name on it. Do you know she is three years old and has not had an accident in a long time. Not even at night. You should be ashamed of yourself. A girl ten years younger then you has mastered potty training and here you are wearing training pants during the day still."
I felt like crying but I did not want to let her see that I was really upset. Of course I did not want to be wearing training pants. I have not had to wear them for months. I was doing great before yesterday. I could not hold it back any longer and I started to cry. I put my hands up to cover my face. Sitting on a toddlers potty chair, I am sure it was quite a sight for Michelle to see. I wish she had never came to stay with us. It she had not of come, i would be at the daycare right now with Mom helping her with the kids.
"Oh sweetie don't cry. We will get you trained, even if it takes all summer." Nana said kneeing down and pulling a baby wipe from the box. She pushed my legs apart and started to wipe between my legs. I jumped a little when the cold wipe touched me.
Nana finished cleaning me up then helped me stand up. She pulled my training pants and shorts back up and said, "Come on I will turn the TV on for you to watch." She lead me to the couch and I sat down.
Chapter 21.
Nana went over to Michelle. She came back holding onto her hand standing beside the couch.
"You sit up on the couch with your big sister and watch TV. I will go and get you girls some drinks." she said to Michelle.
"She is not my big sister."
"Thats right, sorry Honey. Anyway sit up there and I will be back in a little bit." Nana said pushing Michelle towards the couch.
Michelle got up on to the couch and Nana turned the TV on. Nana then put the remote inside the coffee table and said, "No one is to touch the remote ok."
I looked a the TV. She had put on the Treehouse channel and Bubble Guppies was on.
"Can we watch something else please." I said hoping she could find something better then a little kids show.
"No. This channel is good for you too." Nana said, walking away heading for the upstairs.
I was waiting for Michelle to say something to me about me having to sit on a potty chair like a toddler in front of her, but she never did.
I moved closer to her and said, "I don't think Mom told her that you are 17. I would not mention the fact that you are. Just go along with what ever she does today and I will talk to Mom tonight. I don't think you want to upset Mrs. Walker, I know she can be very strict. Believe me I have stayed here enough times to know that."
Michelle looked puzzled when I was talking. She put her hands up in the air and said, "So what am I suppose to do. Let her treat me like baby. I have had enough of this. The first chance I get today and I am running far away from here."
"What? Where are you going to run. You do realize you are wearing a diaper and could hardly walk from my place to here. How are you going to get anywhere?"
"I can take this stupid thing off, dummy. Then I will call my friend and have her come get me. I am not staying in this place any longer then I have to."
"Are you crazy?" I said. I could not let her run away. I think I am just getting her to trust me. I have so much more I want to try with her. The way the hypnosis went the first time, I want to try some other things to see what happens.
"No I am not crazy. Are you crazy? You should want to run away from all of this too. Unless you like being treated like a little kid."
"Come on this is dumb. Do you really think my Mom is just going to let you run away? Do you not think she will find you? She is not going to let you run away when your Dad is on the other side of the world and she is suppose to be looking out for you. She will find you, bring you back, and if you think the way she as been treating now is bad, just wait until she brings you back from running away. You will wish you had never even thought about running away." I said trying to scare her.
Michelle sat there looking at the TV. I could tell she was thinking about what I had just said. She turned back towards me and said,"Well maybe you are right, but I cannot spend all summer being treated like a baby, wearing diapers and sitting in highchairs. Want else can I do?"
"Listen, just trust me. Just go along with whatever Mrs. Walker does today. Tonight I will talk to Mom. I will get her to start treating you the way you want to be treated. Ok."
"And how are you going to that. She treats you like a child if you have not noticed."
"Yes I noticed. Don't worry about it. I know what to say to Mom. You just don't make it any worse then it is." I said knowing there was no way I would be able to get Mom to do anything different. I am just hoping I can give Michelle a few more suggestions tonight after she falls asleep, so she does not ever think about running away again.
"I am not sure I believe you can do anything, but alright, I will not cause any trouble today but you had better have me out of diapers by tomorrow."
"I will. Come here." I said putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me so that her head was resting on my shoulder.
Michelle leaned her head up against me and pulled her feet up and curled them up under her. I laid back a little so that she could get comfortable. We sat watching TV until we heard Nana coming down the stairs.
Nana came down and walked around the couch. She had a sippy cup in one hand and a baby bottle in the other.
"Oh aren't you two the cutest. All snuggled up together on the couch. Here you go Honey." Nana said handing Michelle the baby bottle.
Michelle just looked at her. She did not reach out to take it. I reached out and took it from her and said, "I can give it to her Nana."
I held it up to her lips and whispered in her ear, "Just get through today. This will not kill you." I pushed the bottle into her mouth and Michelle closed her lips around it. I held it there for her, and a few seconds later she started to suck. I sat back up took her hand and brought it up to the bottle and said, "Can you hold on to it so I can drink my own drink?"
Michelle sat up against the back of the couch, took the bottle in both hands and held it up so that she could drink from it. The idea that I would be able to get her out of diapers and be treated like a teenager had her doing what ever I wanted. Here she was not putting up a fight about drinking from a baby's bottle just because she thinks I might be able to help her.
I picked up my sippy cup and took a drink. Just as I got it up to my mouth I heard a click. Nana had taken a picture of the two of us sitting on the couch.
"You two look so cute, I had to take a picture for your Mommy." Nana said laughing a little after.
Michelle took the bottle out of her mouth and was about to say something before I pushed her hands back up and the nipple in her mouth and then I said, "Nana do you have some cookies we could have?"
"I think I might just have some cookies."
Nana walked back up the stairs and I said to Michelle, "Sorry about that. I just did not want you to say something we might both regret."
Michelle pulled her bottle out and said, "All I was going to say was, she is not my Mommy."
I leaned back against the couch and took another drink. I was not real happy about drinking from a sippy cup but it was worth it, being able to watch Michelle drink from her bottle.
I was surprised on how fast she was sucking the juice out of the bottle. Her bottle was almost empty when Nana came back down with a plate full of Arrow Root cookies. She set them on the coffee table, took two off the plate and handed each of us one.
"You must have been thirsty Michelle. Here let me get you some more." Nana said taking the bottle out of her mouth and turning to go back up stairs with it.
I sat eating my cookie and drinking out of my sippy cup. I looked over at Michelle eating her cookie watching the TV. I looked down at her waist. I wondered if she had used her diaper yet or what she was going to do when so had to go. Would she just go in her diaper or try and get Nana to let her sit on the potty. It will not be too long before I had my answer, as she as already drank one bottle and Nana is bringing her another.
Nana came back down with Michelle's bottle and handed it to her. This time Michelle took it and put it back in her mouth. Once Michelle took the bottle, Nana sat down in a chair beside the couch, picked up a book and started reading.
MIchelle started to lean up against my shoulder drinking her bottle. I moved down on the couch, and put my feet up. I pulled Michelle up beside me so that she was between me and the back of the couch. I got her to rest her head on chest.
I watched her sucking away on her bottle and her eyes were starting to close. I rubbed her back and before long she fell asleep with her bottle still between her lips. The bottle was resting against my chest. I could hear Michelle sucking on the nipple but she was no longer getting any juice as it was down at the bottom of the bottle. I looked over at Nana and tried to get her attention with out waking up Michelle. Finally Nana looked at me. I put my finger up to my lips as to say, "be quite." I motioned her to come over to me. Nana put her book down and walked over to me. She leaned down so I could whisper in her ear.
"Would you have a pacifier. I don't think Michelle should be sucking on this bottle when she is sleeping."
Nana walked towards the door that she had brought out the potty chair from. She came back carrying a pink pacifier. She handed me the pacifier and I carefully pulled the nipple of the bottle out of Michelle's mouth and replaced it quickly with the pacifier. Michelle never moved an inch. I handed Nana the bottle and she put it on the coffee table.
Nana bent down and whispered in my ear, "Would you like me to put her in the playpen?"
As much as I wanted to see Michelle sleeping in a playpen sucking a pacifier, I did not think she would stay asleep it she was moved, so I shook my head no.
Nana went back over to her chair and started reading again.
I laid there with seventeen year old Michelle, sleeping on my chest, sucking a pacifier, hopefully wetting her diaper.
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