When Patrick saw the sign at the entrance to Disney World, his heart sank.
“All males entering this facility are to be diapered to Adjustment Bureau Standard AB4711. No exceptions. Diaper station opposite. Occupational Health & Safety Unit, the Adjustment Bureau”
In spite of everything he’d been told at his classes, the words encapsulated all the misery he’d ever felt about the Adjustment. His high spirits at spending a leisurely day with the woman and two children he so dearly loved, were gone in an instant.
Patrick looked around and saw another male and his wife being ushered into a small, brightly painted building in the shape of a giant egg. The sign over the Hobbit-like door said, in cheerful, bouncy looking letters: Changing Room. Beneath that, in smaller letters, were the words ‘Diapers available’.
“Come on, honey,” said Jan, as one of the attraction’s ushers showed Jan towards the door. Jan was Patrick’s wife of seven years, six of them prior to the Adjustment, or at least, prior to its final phase.
The usher, a woman dressed in a faux policeman’s uniform, left the couple to look for more customers in the small group of people standing nearby.
“Wait here, children,” Jan instructed her daughter, 12 year old Penny and five year old Bobby.
Penny put her arm around Bobby as Jan, holding Patrick’s hand, entered the little building.
“Jan,” said Patrick angrily as he saw two big changing tables, one in use, and the pile of disposable diapers on a stainless steel table in the centre of the room. “Can we just fake it? You know, just walk out in a few minutes?”
Jan let go of his hand, and holding him by his upper arm, looked directly at him.
“No, Pat, we can’t,” she said firmly. “First, it’s an occupational health and safety requirement. Males leak, have accidents and are really not very hygienic, honey, you know that. Secondly, if we get caught without you diapered, they’ll probably throw us out and there’ll be a Mark against us. Thirdly, your classes are obviously not working well enough, and fourthly, don’t you think it might just be a good idea? You think about what happened last week, at the mall. And at my mum’s place the next day. Anyway, these diapers are not that different to the ones you wear every night.”
“But Penny…” Patrick began.
“Oh Pat,” said Jan. “Do not start about Penny. She’s female, and you’re not. So don’t start with that. Up you get.”
Patrick climbed unwillingly onto the spare table as the other husband or whatever was getting down. He had learnt that this sort of argument went nowhere, and besides, he could feel the rising sense of fear and dread at questioning anything the Bureau did, which was no doubt the result of going to those damned classes. He hated that feeling, yet here it was again. Patrick almost jumped when a white-coated woman appeared just as Jan was pulling down his elastic waisted pants.
“Good morning, madam,” the woman said sweetly. “And good morning to you, Pat,” she added, reading the name tag stitched onto Patrick’s sweater.
“I hope you have a lovely day here,” the lady went on. “Will you be needing a lead?” she asked, holding up another hated result of the Adjustment - a handful of white plastic straps. Kevlar straps, to be more accurate, as Patrick had found to his discomfort.
“No thanks, he’s a pretty good hand holder,” replied Jan with a laugh, as she patted Patrick’s bottom for him to ‘lift up’.
The woman in white smiled and went to a new arrival on the other table. Jan pulled Patrick’s full cotton panties over his ankles and expertly diapered him, helped him back into his baggy blue pants and then helped him off the table before leading him out of the coloured egg building.
Patrick was silent as Jan called to the children and the four of them walked on into Disney World, Patrick and Bobby, who was diapered anyway, waddling slightly while Jan and Penny strode along in their close-fitting jeans.
Seeing the other adult males similarly diapered hardly cheered Patrick, and Bobby always wore diapers. The few boys now carried to term and born without intervention to change their gender received no toilet training, and knew nothing else.
The terms of the Adjustment had been a lot harder for adult males. The loss of their economic and political roles was one thing. There were compensations, like permanently being on holidays, but there were drawbacks, too. The same medication in the water supply which had reduced male aggression to the point of docility, reduced physical strength to the extent that Penny could now easily arm-wrestle her father and effectively allowed even a young woman to dominate any male simply by raising her voice, had also robbed males of some bodily control. Fine motor skills had suffered, but it was the effect on continence that seemed to bring it all home.
Soon after the introduction of the ‘improving medications’ to the water supply, males had begun to experience wetting at night, and significantly poorer control during the day. Like most males, Patrick had fought the loss of control, but it was a losing battle. Nighttime rushes to the bathroom had gradually been replaced by heavy wetting during sleep. The occasional wet bed had become a nightly event, and like almost every male, Patrick was now diapered every night as a matter of course.
Patrick’s pyjamas had been replaced by a childish onesie with elasticated openings, so that his heavy diaper didn’t slide off during the night. Knowing that most adult males shared his fate didn’t help much. In fact, as Patrick had mused one awful morning recently when he had not only wet but messed himself at night too, the phrase ‘adult male’ didn’t mean much any more anyway. Thanks to the Adjustment, Patrick’s role in the scheme of things wasn’t much different than five year old Bobby’s. Father and son both attended the same ‘Classes’ three times each week, and at those classes they were taught, shown and experienced exactly the same material.
The classes were a mix of audio, visual and physical ‘games’, designed by psychiatrists in the Adjustment Bureau to help men ‘Transition’ from their former status as children, youths and men to the catch-all new status of ‘male’. While Jan and Penny would be described as mother and daughter, or woman and girl, Patrick and Bobby were simply ‘two males’. Males of whatever age are similarly dressed - loose interlock pants with elasticated waists and ankle openings, and no fly. Males, unless in diapers, wore thick, full cut cotton underpants, known as panties, with t shirts and loose sweaters. Both the t shirts and sweaters had the male’s name, or generally its diminutive, prominently displayed on a white patch on the chest. Younger males, who had never been toilet trained, wore diapers and plastic pants in place of the panties, as did older males whose control had deteriorated to the point where they also needed diapers 24/7. All men wore soft-soled, slip-on shoes, somewhat like ballet slippers. They weren’t expected to do anything that required more hardy footwear. That was left to ‘working women’ - strong females in dungarees who did society’s lifting and pulling. One of these ‘working women’ gave a talk at Patrick and Bobby’s classes. As a demonstration, she lifted an adult male bodily out of his seat and held him horizontal above her head, causing not only him but several of the class, including Patrick, to wet themselves. Patrick might have been embarrassed going home in the diaper supplies at the classes, but, as he told Jan, he was genuinely frightened.
The changes in the role of males and the reduction in their status had effects on family dynamics. Jan was now clearly the head of the household. Her word prevailed. Penny had stopped calling Patrick ‘dad’ some time ago, and now considered him and Bobby on a par. She happily changed Bobby when he needed it, and on reaching the age of twelve, and after being instructed at her classes on changing older males as well, she often changed Partick. To her, he was just another male, albeit bigger than Bobby. She called Patrick ‘Patty’, a name which Jan took up as well. After all, Bobby and Patty spent a lot of their time together. They shared a dedicated area in the living room - a spacious rug on which they could spread out the various ‘manual dexterity items’ they were loaned at their classes. In addition, each had built up a number of their own ‘items’, birthday presents and the like, which they kept in a big plastic box. Whenever Bobby needed changing, Jan or Penny would usually ensure that Patty went ‘pee pee’ as well. He still used the second bathroom for this, and would happily sit to do his business.
For the last few months, Patty and Bobby had been sharing a room. Jan was finding it increasingly difficult to cope with Patty’s sleepy attempts to suckle her at night, and he had also begun ‘talking’ in his sleep. It was just babbling really, the sort of mindless noises that he made sometimes when he was playing with his ‘items’, but it kept Jan awake. Patty could sleep during the day, but Jan had a managerial position in the local Adjustment Bureau, and needed her sleep. Anyway, the two males seemed quite happy together.
The Adjustment Bureau was fond of making edicts and pronouncements. Once it was possible to create sperm cells from stem cells, the ‘improvement medications’ in the water were adjusted to reduce make potency. After six months, male erections became a thing of the past. Women still enjoyed sexual release via a number of methods which were set out in the regular bulletins on women’s social media pages and catered for in special parlours which appeared, it seemed, on every street corner. While males remained emotionally attached to the women around them - whether they were children or had been husbands, like Patty, the attachment was in practice the same - women like Jan would often pair up with other women from time to time or more permanently. Often, these partnerships, or at least, liaisons, were with one of the ‘working women’. Over time, the sanction of marriage was extended to such co-habiting couples, sometimes to form households which included children and former husbands.
The information given to males at their classes kept pace with the various edicts and pronouncements. For example, the edict to remove most body hair from males was preceded by several weeks of instruction about the beneficial health effects of the move. The habit of males growing out the hair on their heads was promoted as a kind of compensation. It became very popular, and both Bobby and Patty grew quite proud of their long locks.
By the time Penny was sixteen, the family had settled into a routine that Jan and Penny liked to think of as normal.
Jan worked during the week, while Penny had obtained a position as a junior in one of the many schools which delivered classes to males. The school also ran a daycare centre for males whose women were not at home during the week. Penny’s work at one of these centres was colloquially known as ‘babysitting’. Penny was very good at it. She had spent much of her young life caring for and watching over the two males in her home, so looking after a few more was no problem. She had developed, like so many young women, a naturally authoritative manner, and a couple of sharp words from her were enough to bring the biggest male into line. If that failed, the regulations allowed and even encouraged spanking as an aid to maintaining discipline. Patty had given up complaining to Jan about being spanked by Penny for this or that. Jan would simply listen to his sorry tale then invariably tell him that he deserved it. Sometimes, she would spank him as well, for extra effect.
There was a time, around when Penny had started work at the daycare centre which Patty and Bobby started attending, when Patty seemed to become depressed. Jan took him to one of the specialists at the Adjustment Bureau - now known commonly as the ‘AB’, and eventually the cause of Patty’s depression was found - an old album of photos which Jan thought had been binned long ago.
In it were the couple’s wedding photographs, and various pictures of Jan and Patty enjoying their young married life. Penny was still a baby, and Bobby wasn’t yet around. Seeing himself in this other life upset Patty greatly. Even worse were some very risqué photos the couple had taken of each other during a list weekend in a country cabin.
The psychiatrist said it was clear that Patty was mourning his lost life, a life that he should realise was not only not sustainable, but actually evil - a part of the former patriarchy and the dreadful things it inflicted on the world.
Instead of staring at a photo of himself as a young, virile man tossing a slim young Jan into a swimming pool, or heading off somewhere with his golfing mates in his gas-guzzling sports car, Patty needed to be taught to value the important things in his new, better life, and to forget, or at least disdain, what he had formerly been.
Jan listened with interest as the psychiatrist described the program of treatment which Patty would undergo. This sort of thing, said the psychiatrist, was not uncommon. It was often triggered by old photographs or mementoes, and it had to be eradicated for the good of society. The methods of doing so were well established and successful.
It went without saying that the photograph album would be taken away from Patty and destroyed. He would then attend for a few weeks some remedial classes, from which he would emerge as ‘more pure’. He would return to the usual classes, but not in the same stream as Bobby. He would be in a ‘lower stream’ where the concepts were simpler so that ‘his psyche could be recalibrated’.
It sounded quite impressive to Jan. The psychiatrist went on to describe how Patty would become ‘less demanding and more loving’.
It sounded excellent to Jan, and she willingly signed the papers, since as Patty’s closest female relative above the age if majority, she was his legal guardian. Males signing anything meant nothing anyway, as Jan remembered.
“Well,” said the psychiatrist when the paperwork was done, “We’re ready to go. It’s a live-in program at first, so we require you to deliver Patty to the AB centre in town as soon as you can.”
“What will he need to bring with him?” asked Jan.
“Oh, nothing. Just the clothes he’s standing up in,” replied the psychiatrist, then smiled. “Not even those, actually.”
Jan smiled in return.
“Well, I could take him in tomorrow morning,” said ?Jane.
“That will be excellent,” said the psychiatrist.
“Erm, he’s a bedwetter, and sometimes during the day as well. And his favourite, erm, toys. Should I bring anything extra for him?” asked Jan.
The psychiatrist smiled again.
“Oh, no, he’ll be given everything he needs,” she said.
Jan arrived home to find Penny working in her room and Patty sitting splay legged on his rug in a sunny patch of the living room, quietly crying his eyes out. Bobby was trying to amuse Patty with a red plastic truck.
“Patty’s crying,” said Bobby.
“I know honey,” said Jan and squatted down beside Patty and stroked his hair.
Patty smelled the sweet scent of his favourite person, and looked up, his eyes red and bleary.
“What’s up, honey?” Jan asked.
She could see that Patty had soaked his pants. He’d been resisting the move into daytime diapers, despite his accidents becoming more frequent. Jan decided that now was the time to make the change. The rug would have to be washed and aired too, she thought. Then she saw something glinting in Patty’s clenched fist.
“What’s that, Patty?” she asked, at the same time reaching down to uncurl Patty’s fingers. It wasn’t hard. There in his hand was a battered black leather tag, and the spare key to his old BMW.
“Oh, Patty!” said Jan, understanding at once what the trouble was.
Bobby came over on all fours, waving the little plastic truck at Patty.
“Your car, Patty!” he was saying, “Your car!”
“Bobby, take that away, please. Now, go to your room and play there, please,” Jan told him.
Bobby looked disappointed.
“Go on, Bobby, or I will spank. Go in, and take the truck with you. Go on!” she said.
Bobby looked at her for a moment and took off, truck in hand.
Jan returned her attentions to Patty.
“Patty, honey, I don’t know where you got these, but I think they are giving you bad thoughts. Is that what’s happening, honey? Are these things making you sad?” she asked.
Jan took Patty’s head in her arms, and rocked him gently. His sobbing became sniffling, then ceased altogether. Jan pulled up her loose too, as she had so many times before, and lifted the cup of her bra. She guided Patty’s wet lips to her breast, and sat for a few minutes while Patty suckled gently.
“Now, sweetie, can you tell Jan where you found those awful black things that make you so unhappy?” Jan said quietly.
“Under the s…stairs,” Patty replied. “With Bobby.”
Of course, thought Jan. She knew the box. The last vestige of life before the Adjustment. She couldn’t now believe she’d it and resolved to get rid of it as soon as she could. But in the meantime there was another issue.
“Did you wet, honeybunch?” Jan asked as Patty nestled himself more comfortably and continued his regular suckling.
Patty’s pants were soaked from the waist to his thighs, and Jan could see the big dark patch ion the rug which encircled him.
Patty nodded contentedly.
“Let’s get you changed then, honey. And I think we might put you in a nice dry diaper, just for this afternoon. How would that be, sweetie?” She asked him
“OK,” muttered Patty.
Jan could feel his saliva running from her breast, over the little rolls of fat around her tummy and along the tight top of her jeans.
“That’s what we’ll do then,” said Jan, taking Patty’s hand and helping him up.
Just as she settled her breast back in her bra, Penny walked in.
“Was he crying?” she said, “I thought I heard something.”
“Yes,” said Jan, but he’s all smiles now. “Aren’t you, baby? And tomorrow, there’s a surprise for you! Would you like that?”
Patty grinned as Jan pulled down her top.
“He’s going to the AB centre in town tomorrow,” said Jan. “To be, erm, recalibrated.”
“Oh God, Jan,” said Penny, her eyes widening,
To be continued.