I have been reading the stories here for some time now and its my first time writing one myself. To be honest, I struggled with moving from one person’s thoughts to another and, in hindsight, I haven’t even went deep into the thoughts and feelings of my protagonist in the prologue or first chapter. I seriously intend to continue this but anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it and give loads of feedback.
PS:This was written in Word so I apologize in advance for any punctuation issues and such
And there she stood face against the full-height glass windows of her New York penthouse the dim halogen bulbs illuminating the back of her pink dress and cinnamon hair. Beyond the image of her face reflected in the glass sat the amber leafed trees of central park and the gorgeous blue waters of the Hudson. Behind her, the elevator doors slid open. The man walked out and greeted Alycia with a smile and asked: “How was your day baby girl?”. His question only replied with a faint smile. As he picked her up, he could feel the squishiness of her pull-up under the satin dress “someone needs a change huh” he commented. Alycia let a giggle escape as he deftly picked his little girl up and carried her back to her room and playfully dropped her on her four-poster bed.
As he set her down, he decided to ask Alycia about trying toilet training again. He had tried before. Multiple times. The last time he tried, it resulted in Alycia getting a UTI and constipation from holding it in too long. While changing her, he asked again “Don’t you want to use the toilet like mom and dad?”. His question was responded to by a “No! I like my diapers!”. Immune to further disappointment, he quickly completed changing his five-year-old wondering how she stayed so attached to her babyish things even protesting violently when they made her go cold turkey. She was brilliant for her age, ready to go to elementary school the following year and reading books for teens and even adults with ease. Despite all this, she still took comfort in being treated like a 2-year-old.
After he was done changing her, he brought her out to the dining table and sat her down. His wife walked out of the kitchen with a piping hot casserole and set it down on a cork mat. She served the casserole to her family and finally to herself. She stared at the plate, mind filled with worries. Was Alycia going to fit into elementary school? Would she be shunned for wearing diapers? Who was going to change her? Her child sat opposite her, blissfully ignorant, munching away at the tuna bake. When she entered her daughter’s room, she was not surprised to find her head buried in the book and wrapped in her security blanket. She instructed her daughter to finish the chapter as she shook the milk bottle.
After completing the nighttime chores, the whole family adjourned to the hall where they watched a cold war documentary. Alycia listened intently not even noticing that she had wet herself. As the credits rolled, she stood up and went to her room knowing it was her reading time. The couple sat down and decided to watch an episode of Modern Family knowing it was Alycia’s reading time. A few feet away, Alycia sat on her bed reading a copy of Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
In the hall, Regina told her husband that she would do the nighttime stuff and relive her husband after a hard day of work. She strolled into the kitchen and warmed Alycia’s milk in the microwave. When the timer reached zero, she took the milk bottle out and screwed on the teat and grabbed Alycia’s pacifier on the way out of the kitchen.
When she entered her daughter’s room, she was not surprised to find her head buried in the book and wrapped in her security blanket. She instructed her daughter to finish the chapter as she shook the milk bottle. After Alycia had finished the chapter, Regina doffed her daughter’s satin dress and threw it in the laundry basket. She led her daughter by the hand and carefully removed her wet pull-up and gently sponged her down in the washroom. After her shower, she helped her daughter dry herself and had her lie down on her bed. She went to the next cupboard and took out Alycia’s pampers overnight diaper and footed pajamas. She lifted Alycia’s legs expertly, sliding the plastic garment under her buttocks before securing the tapes. She then grabbed the footed pajamas and helped Alycia into them.
After her daughter was clothed, she sat down at the head of the bed and placed her daughter’s head in her lap. She put the teat into Alycia’s mouth, and air bubbled through the milk as the bottle emptied into her little girl’s stomach. After Alycia had finished her bottle, her mom popped her pacifier into her mouth and kissed her goodnight before pulling her security blanket up to her arms making sure she was warm for the night. As she walked away to turn in herself, she saw her daughter illuminated by the ambient city light blissfully sucking on her paci.
Ten Years Later…
The chemistry teacher rambled on about bond enthalpies and chemical energetics as Alycia sat bored and stared out the window. As predictably as ever, the teacher called on her to answer the question. She strolled up to the blackboard, her wet Underjam barely visible under her skinny jeans stretching to reach the top of the board, she completed the question with ease and flashed her teacher a sly smile. As she returned to her desk, she spotted Bailey smiling at her out of the corner of her eye. She smiled back knowing that Bailey was probably just happy that someone saved the class from a lecture about attentiveness. The rest of the class went on uneventfully with the teacher assigning homework and reminding the class about that they would have to begin their group projects soon before dismissing them. Alycia adjourned to the cafeteria with her friends discussing the latest celebrity gossip and their favorite music. After her friends had left for the subway, she went to change her pull-up before heading home.
Stepping into the washroom, it reeked of mildew after continuous use. The floor was slightly damp from a leaky tap in the corner. Alycia quickly shuffled into a cubicle and zipped her jeans down as she carefully checked her Underjam. She was about to tear the sides as the washroom door flung open. Her heart skipped a beat and decided that it would be too indiscreet to change with someone else there. Her pull-up was dry enough to last the trip home anyway. Hopefully. She opened the cubicle door and washed her hands as if she had used the toilet. She exited the washroom and made for the main gate. Her phone buzzed with the Uber “arriving” notification as she increased her pace. By the time she got to the foyer, the Toyota was there awaiting her arrival. Alycia got in and greeted her Uber driver before confirming her preferred route. As they set off, she let her mind wander and she began imagining Bailey as her prom date. She did have a little crush on him after all. Sitting with him in a limo, dancing with him, all just seemed so dreamy and unrealistic.
The car soon came to a halt as she stepped out of the car. She thanked the driver and made the six paces to her building. The doorman greeted her with a smile, and she reciprocated. She headed for the lift tapping her card and indicating her floor. As the steel doors shut on the futuristic reception area, the elevator shot up the building. On the way up. A slight damp spot formed on her crotch. She cursed silently as the doors slid open. “Home sweet home” she exclaimed. She dropped her keys into the porcelain bowl and made a beeline for her bathroom hastily dumping her backpack in her room.
Stripping down, she wiped the pee dribbles on her dirty jeans with a wet cloth and hopped into the shower. She walked into her closet and grabbed a Cruisers diaper from the top shelf before taking a pair of gray workout shorts and navy digital camo tank top. She quickly lay down on her bed diapering herself and donning her home clothes with the light green band of her diaper barely peeking over her shorts. She hung her slightly damp jeans in the washroom and made a mental note to dump it with the rest of her laundry later with the rest of her school outfit and dumped her wet Underjam in the trash. She spun her fluffy towel around her head and examined her room. The bright pink walls shouted at her and the magnificent four poster bed remained the centerpiece of her palace forever reminding her naïve wish to be a princess. Next to the window sat the new addition to the room a dark mahogany desk and a Herman Miller chair with a million-dollar view.
Alycia opened her backpack and took out her chemistry book and breezed through the supposedly “difficult” homework. She was unfazed by the view having spent many hours considering the ever-changing New York City. Looking at her calendar, she noticed prom was soon approaching began stressing herself out at the thought of having to find a date and a beautiful enough dress that could conceal her little secret. Bailey would never go with me. She ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair frustrated. With a sigh, she caved. The stress was too much. Alycia opened her top right drawer and retrieved her Little Mermaid pacifier. Ariel’s red hair had faded to a brown and her once green eyes now gray. The silicone teat showed the scars of Alycia’s fifteen years of use. She clipped her pacifier to the shoulder strap of her tank top and retrieved her timeless security blanket that rested between her down pillows.
Gently placing her accessories down on the L-shaped leather couch, she went to the kitchen and found a half-finished Frappuccino. Perfect. She retrieved her baby bottle and poured the ice-blended coffee mixture in. Screwing on the cap, she carried her little treat to the hall. The curved LG television flickered to life and surround system doled out its traditional power-on tone. She wrapped herself in her blanky and sucked on her Frap as she shuffled through the channels, she finally decided on Mr. Robot. After suckling through the drink, she lay the bottle down on the coffee table and slid the pacifier into her mouth. Swaddled in her blanket, she found it surprising how ‘little Ariel’ never failed to give her instant comfort even after all these years. She lay there perpendicular to the TV tossing and turning ever so often without a care in the world enjoying the TV show
The lift doors opened once again and Regina walked out. Passing through the hall on the way to the master bedroom, she spotted her daughter holding her blanket like her life depended on it. Almost wrapped in it like a burrito. She knew that her daughter’s coping mechanism for stress was regression. If anything, she encouraged it knowing that it was better than the alternatives of drugs and alcohol. She Alycia with a wave and Alycia waved with a beaming smile growing behind her pacifier. Soon after, Colt returned and dinner was on the way. The whole family sat in the hall waiting unfazed by their daughter’s behavior. For them this was all a normal occurrence, Alycia used her pacifier almost daily, and she still drank from a baby bottle whenever she was at home.
The doorbell rang and the ceremonial cash-pie exchange occurred. The pepperoni pizza was set down on the marble bar counter, and they all sat down and ate. Colt poured wine for himself and Regina and Alycia filled her baby bottle with sweet tea.
Knowing prom was on the horizon Colt asked: “Have a prom date yet baby girl?”
Alycia shook her head and replied with a dejected “No.”
“Have anyone in mind?” Alycia’s Dad inquired.
Almost at the brink of tears, she replied “Yes.”
After a leisurely dinner, Alycia filled her bottle with warm milk and collected her things before retiring to her room to do some reading before she went to bed. She lay on her side sipping her milk with her right hand and re-reading Orwell’s 1984 with her left. Alycia set the empty bottle down and sucked on her paci. She rolled over, diaper crinkling and squishing in the process as her phone buzzed on the bedside table.