Published: August 20th 2024, 11:25:59 pm
I so badly wanted to say anything but what Kate was prompting me to in front of our aunt. A reminder of how this was only supposed to be an ‘experiment’ or whatever she had called it the previous day. An insistence that I didn’t actually need diapers, despite how it appeared. How I was actually Kate’s older sister, which everyone had seemed to have forgotten.
But I said none of that. Aunt Miranda knew that I was in college, based on the somewhat judgmental comment she just made. But if my ‘immaturity’ at the country club hadn’t been enough, she was now seeing me in nothing but doubled diapers below the waist. That, and standing next to Kate when I didn’t have my heels or bra padding wasn’t doing me any favors; she still had all the height and curves between us, and no doubt looked older even when dressed down like she was now.
Averting my gaze was the impulse, except that would only feed into the youthful image Kate was continuously painting me in. Forcing myself to keep my eyes up, I quietly said, “Umm, good night, Aunt Miranda.”
“Is that it?” Kate asked.
Oh. Right. The embarrassment of walking around half dressed in the padded underwear made it difficult to focus on much else, including what Kate had just told me to say. “I’m sorry for, like, being, umm . . . ” I flushed as I forgot exactly what I was supposed to be apologizing for, as well as the fact that the immature filler words were spilling out of my mouth completely unintentionally due to my nervousness. That, and it was quickly turning into a habit–a bad habit–after a full day of talking like that. “For acting, like, such a brat today.”
Kate quietly snorted. To me, it just sounded like she was amused, as I was too flustered to realize I had echoed part of the repeated phrases from earlier rather than what she had told me to say a minute ago.
“I’m sure you’ll do better tomorrow,” Aunt Miranda said, “Good night, Annie.”
And that was that. Kate was still holding my hand, and tugged me back towards the hallway. Speaking of things I had forgotten, it wasn’t until we were approaching the door to the furnished basement that I recalled that I was supposed to be wishing our aunt and our cousins ‘good night’ before turning in at the humiliatingly early time.
“Kate, please,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze, “I can’t- Umm, I mean-” There really wasn’t a good way to say, ‘I don’t want my cousins to see me in diapers.’
As usual, Kate didn’t seem bothered by my embarrassment. “It will just take a minute, Annie. You just apologized for acting like a brat, didn’t you? A mature girl would thank her older cousins for a fun day before heading to bed. Or are you an immature girl?”
It was only getting easier for Kate to trap me with such questions. I hadn’t forgotten that I was her older sister and how none of this was fair, but my current appearance made it impossible to stand up for myself without coming across as whiny and difficult and probably still ending up in front of our cousins at the end of it all, I just sighed and insisted, “I’m a mature girl.”
I tried to tell myself that it was fine, that Luna and Lilah already knew about the diaper thing thanks to how Kate told them earlier. It was just so much more humiliating for them to get the visual proof.
There wasn’t much I could do now that the brief discussion was over, considering Kate was still holding my hand. She walked us downstairs and got our cousins’ attention in a similar manner that she did with our aunt. “Well? Go on, Annie.”
The difference was, Aunt Miranda had been facing us when we stepped into the room. The twins were chatting with each other on the other side of the basement, neither of whom had noticed us at the base of the stairs. Apparently Kate wasn’t going to rip the bandaid off, so I hesitantly stepped forward and cleared me through. “Umm, Luna? Lilah? Good night.
The girls glanced over, and Lilah said, “Going to bed, Annie? Do you-” She cut herself off, belatedly noticing my diapers and otherwise bare legs. Unable to hold back an amused smile, she asked, “Oh, does she just wear her diapers to bed?”
“Mm hmm,” Kate nodded, “Easier to change when she wets the bed.”
My drop at not only the casual way she said such a humiliating thing, but the fact that she used ‘when’ rather than ‘if.’
“Makes sense,” Luna giggled, “Good night, Annie!”
“Yeah, good night!” Lilah echoed.
“Is there anything else you want to say?” Kate said.
Just like I did upstairs, I reluctantly mumbled an awkward apology regarding my behavior. At least with our aunt, I was saying ‘sorry’ to an adult. Doing so with our cousins made me feel even more like a tween by the end of it, especially since the twins didn’t make a big deal out of it. To them, I was just their little cousin being nudged to say XYZ by my older sister.
My cheeks were thoroughly flushed by the end. Like last night, Kate said she would be back in a few minutes, then walked me up to the main floor. She led me directly to the next flight of steps and all the way back to the upstairs bathroom. Like the previous evening, she stood in the doorway and supervised me while I washed my face and brushed my teeth, reminding me to do the full two minutes for the latter. As usual, I also had to deal with seeing my diaper-clad self in the mirror.
She took my hand again, even though the walk from the bathroom to the bedroom was barely anything. There was a glass of water waiting for me on my nightstand, as well as an identical pill to the night before. “To help you sleep,” Kate said, picking it up and holding it out to me.
“But-” I said, hesitating only since an argument would keep her here. Like the other night, a little peace and quiet wouldn’t hurt after an exhausting day. At the same time, I was convinced that I had only had an overnight accident since I hadn’t been able to wake up naturally.
“You can stop taking these once you adjust to your new bed time,” Kate said, “Now stop whining, Annie.”