I Chose Diapers

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Image Credit: @crinklecutie, used with permission _

You aren’t an adult anymore, not by any stretch of the imagination. I mean seriously, how can you even pretend you’re an adult while walking around with a full diaper sagging from your hips? If you’re going to behave like this, then I have no choice but to treat you like exactly what you are. A helpless little girl who can’t stop having accidents in her pants. Are they even accidents at this point if we expect them on the daily? When was the last time you actually made it to the potty like a big girl? Can you even remember?

You know what this means, don’t you? No more big girl privileges. That’s right. No more staying up late. From now on, you’ll have an early bedtime. No more changing yourself, either. Little girls who can’t even realize when they’re filling their diaper can’t be expected to put their diapers on by themselves, so I’ll just have to take care of it for you from now on. I don’t want to hear any whining. You should have thought about these consequences before you let yourself get to this point. Or did you think I’d never address these behaviors of yours? If you did, that was foolish.

Where were we? Ah yes, I was pointing out all the big girl privileges you don’t have anymore. No more big girl drinks, that’s a good one. Oh, I don’t want to hear any complaints. If you can’t sleep through the night without waking up with wet sheets, then you don’t need to be drinking alcohol. It would just make you even more incapable of controlling yourself. Unless that’s what you want? Is that it?

You don’t want to have to control anything anymore, do you? You don’t want to be in charge? You want someone to come along and take care of all your needs for you, even when it comes to monitoring your bathroom habits. I don’t care if it’s embarrassing when I say it out loud; you should be embarrassed. Grown women who behave like little girls, filling their pants and waiting for their caregivers to change them, they deserve to feel their cheeks burning when they have their childishness pointed out to them. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For someone to see you as you are, as you really are? Not the facade you put up, the one where you pretend to be a capable, independent woman qualified to take care of yourself.

No, you wanted someone to see you for who you really are. A petulant little child who needs to be put in her place. Well congratulations. I’ve seen you for who and what you are, and I’ll never be able to unsee it. This is how I’m going to treat you from now on. We both know you can’t stop having accidents and whining about it like a little girl, but even if you did stop, there’s no going back now. You can’t unring this bell, kiddo. I’ve seen through all those walls you put up, and I know what you really need. So go ahead, be a good girl for me, and tell me that this isn’t just what you need. Deep down, it’s what you really want too, isn’t it? Go ahead, admit it for me, and I’ll make all your silly little fantasies come true. _

Pampers

Front and back

My rainy day plastic panties 😛

The nurses always ask the most obvious questions 😛