little lena

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I turned on my lamp. My dream was over and I needed to act. Slowly… ever so slowly.. I sat up from my bed. All that could be heard was the soft creaking of the bedframe and the gentle crinkle of my pull-up as I carefully moved my legs so that they were hanging off the bed. I lowered myself onto the floor, and walked toward the door. I turned the knob and pushed it slowly open. A loud creaky whine eminated from the doorhinges. I winced, quickly looking around to make sure nobody heard. I stood there frozen, mind racing.

"is mommy going to catch me? maybe i should go back to bed.. were those footsteps??"

After a few minutes of nervous anticipation had passed, I relaxed a bit. Somehow I'd never noticed how noisy this door was, but then again creeping around in the dead of night makes every sound seem a million times louder. I'd come this far though and everything was fine, I just had to keep being careful not to make any more noises. After all, I didn't know what time it was –- maybe past midnight?

Before I woke up I'd had a dream about discovering a cookie jar that never ran out of cookies. But it wasn't any old cookie jar, it was our cookie jar; little flower decorations and all! But the trick to get infinite cookies was that you had to lift the jar off the counter and take the cookies from the bottom instead of the top because there is a secret passage. I was determined to test it. If my dream was real then I just discovered a gold mine (cookie mine?)

I tippy toed down the hallway, silent as a cat stalking a mouse, or so I had thought. Ever since I'd been put back in pull-ups, a soft crinkling followed me whenever I went. I'm usually hyper aware of it when fully awake, but in my tired state, and being so used to the sound by now, I didn't realize that my ears automatically tuned out most of the noise.

I reached the kitchen at the end of the hall, so far so good. It was dark but my eyes were well adjusted by now, and I could see well enough to navigate my surroundings. Now all I had to do was get the cookie jar. To my dismay however, it had been moved from the counter to a shelf that was too high for me to reach. I'd always been a bit too stubborn for my own good, and tonight was no different. I clambered onto the counter as quietly as I could so I could reach the shelf. I raised up both hands and felt the cookie jar. I closed my eyes, lifted the jar slowly in anticipation… nothing. Just the smooth bottom of the jar.

I thought maybe it had to be checked while it was on the counter, that's where it happened in the dream after all. That had to be it. I knelt down with the cookie jar wrapped in my arms, but the added weight of the cookie laden glass jar threw me a bit off balance. Still crouching, I automatically took a couple small steps backward to try regaining my balance, but unfortunately my instincts were my undoing.

I panicked, flailing my arms wildly to regain my balance, completely forgetting about the jar in my hands. This was not the greatest strategy. The loud clatter of the forgotten jar hitting the floor startled me, and I overcompensated. A high pitch gasp escaped me as I toppled off the counter. Instead of the kitchen floor however, my fall was broken by something big and soft. I opened my eyes and saw that our dogs bed had somehow moved to just below the edge of the counter.

I heard a flick and the dark kitchen was flooded with light. I squinted, unable to adjust quickly enough.

"OH MY G- LENA!! Are you okay??" The voice of Mommy rang loudly in my ears after the silence I'd been accustomed to.

"You could have been seriously hurt, what were you thinking? The jar could have shattered! You could have broken your neck! We had about 2 seconds to react! God knows what would have happened if your Daddy wasn't so quick thinking with sliding the dogbed!

Daddy shook his head, doing his best to look disappointed in me but clearly celebrating his superhero dad moment in his head. Mommy continued–-

'We moved the cookie jar up there because we wanted to save those cookies for the family gathering tomorrow!"

She sighed a deep sigh.

"We wanted to trust that you would be responsible and leave them alone, but lately it's been getting harder and harder to trust that you'll make the right decisions like a big girl does. We've been trying our hardest to not treat you like you're a baby, but-

"but your making me wea-" I interrupted.

"Listen to me Lena, I know you've been wearing pullups for a while now, and we've been doing our best to treat you like a big girl in any other way that we can".

"But y-" I started to object, but mommy cut me off.

"Let me finish baby. You've been sleeping in your big girl bed, you've had an 8 o'clock bedtime, you get to feed yourself, and I could go on". She paused, a look of resignation on her face. "Lena, I'm afraid that maybe those privileges are a little bit too mature for you".

My heart beating a little faster, I asked anxiously "B- but.. what does that mean mommy..? I can still stay up late… right? And eat by myself n stuff..?"

Mommy's sigh was palpable, but she patiently explained "Lena.. your pull-ups are already a sign that we can't always trust you to make mature decisions about your needs. And now, with this stunt, you're just reinforcing our concerns."

My heart sank, and my eyes filled with tears. I looked down at my feet, ashamed. Mommy and Daddy had trusted me to act like a big girl but I let them down.

Mommy looked down at me, resigned to do what she knew was now needed for her little girl. Mommy knew how much I hated being treated like a baby, but she also knew that my actions had consequences, and that this talk had been coming for a while now anyways.

"Lena," she began gently, "you know that we've been trying to help you be big girl by giving you responsibilities. But when you make choices like this, it's really hard for us to believe that you can handle those responsibilities."

She turned to Daddy "Honey, how many times have we had to give Lena a talking to this week?"

He held up his hand 🖐️

"Five times Lena. Five. Tonight you snuck out for cookies well past your bedtime, and could have broke your neck in the process. You hid your toys under the bed instead of cleaning them up like I asked you to. You were also picky & whiny at dinner three seperate times this week, and you made a scene at the store when I wouldn't get you that massive bluey stuffie. On top of all that, more often than not when your pull-ups were wet you didn't come tell me like you're supposed to".

I continued to look down, remaining silent but for the sound of my sniffing as I tried to stop crying. I didn't want to make myself look or feel more immature than I already did.

"Lena -" Mommy said gently after a long pause.

"- I'm not saying you're a bad girl, but your Daddy and I agree it's time for us to make some changes that will help make things easier for all of us."

I looked up timidly, still teary eyed.

"We don't want you to think of this as a punishment because it isn't, but tomorrow before the reunion we will be stopping by the store to pick up some proper diapers for you. Since you're wetting more and more often but have trouble telling us when you're wet, they will be replacing your pull-ups completely".

Blushing, a feeling of utter unfairness came over me. Eyes tearing up again, I tried to explain but it ended up sounding alot more like I was throwing a little tantrum.

"But its n-not fair!! Sometimes I didn't notice when I hadda accident! an sometimes I just got a bit distracted!! I was gonna tell you guys please its not my fault!!"

Daddy checked his watch "It's quarter past 11" he whispered to Mommy, gesturing at my lower half discreetly. She nodded and turned back to me.

"You're right Lena, that part isn't your fault, but not noticing you've had an accident is all the more reason that you're just not ready for pull-up yet– and speaking of.. we need to change you before we put you back to bed, that pull-up looks like its about to leak."

"But when did..?" I trailed off, noticing only now the state of my protective padding.

Moments later I found myself laying down on Mommy and Daddy's bedroom floor being cleaned up by Mommy while Daddy was doing something on his phone. I wanted to complain about being changed like this since I'd normally been allowed to pull the training panties up and down myself, but I was too exhausted to put up much resistance anymore. I felt the soft padding slide up my legs, but it felt a little different.

As Mommy finished, and helped me straighten out my pj shirt, I noticed that she'd put me in double protection, and honestly at this point.. who could blame her?

u-uummm.. hello miss.. ive sorta um >////< sorta had lot lately. i havent told anyone this one before yet beca its kinda recent but i think maybe its the most most blushy so far :$

a couple weeks ago i was in a fitting room an i was trying on some cute pants but then out of nowhere i had to pee soo bad. i tryed to take the pants off but....😣😣 as soon as my attention turned to undoing the button i hadda full accident 🥺 and it was one of the types where someone is always standing outside it to take the clothes you don't wanna buy and i didn know what to do for a long time and I started crying beca i didn't want anyone to see and they ended up knocking to ask if i was ok cuz i was taking so long and i opened the door a crack and whispered to them what happened 😣😣

they let me use the emoloyee bathroom to change back and clean myself up a bit but i had to buy the pants i had ruined & now the whole store knows and i can never go back there ever .. 😭

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The sounds of Bluey on the TV, birds singing outside, the soft scrape of your crayon against the coloring book page; In short, a fairly standard late spring afternoon for you these days. You look up from your coloring book at the TV, as the end credits started playing.

It was then that you heard it. "Skeeee ti-ti-ti" -– the short but cute song of your favorite bird. Before you'd ended up.. like this, you'd been a biologist. In fact, at the time you received your degree, you were the 3rd youngest biologist in the country, and to be honest probably, still in the top ten. If you still were a biologist that is..

That was 4 years ago. You're 24 now, but if anyone got a good look you'd probably hear them say something witty to make their adult friends laugh. It was a regular occurrence to hear comments like the one your old friend from university made when she saw you last week.

"um.. 24? Are you missing a decimal between those two numbers sweetie? Because 2 point 4 is the only way those numbers make any sense beside each other for you"

Though you were well accustomed to comments like this by now, it never really got any easier. But you weren't thinking about any of that right now. Right now you were excited by the bird song because it had jogged a memory of your old life, rousing in you the desire to relive some aspect of that life you were now so far removed from. You walked with a slight waddle over to where Mommy's laptop was.

Looking timidly over your shoulder to make sure nobody was there, you picked it up with both hands and brought it back to your bedroom. You put the laptop down, feeling your heart racing. You were never told this wasn't allowed, but you could guess what Mommy's reaction would be if she found out. You closed the door carefully, trying your best not to draw any unwanted attention to yourself. "Why is this so scary?" you thought to yourself, heart still thumping.

You tiptoed to your bed to get your favorite stuffie which would help to calm you down, and crept back to the laptop. Just as you sat down in front of the computer however, the door to your room opened with Mommy's singsong

"♫ ~ Where's our little princess hiding? ~ ♫"

Her eyes caught sight of the laptop. "ah-ah-ah.." and she walked over briskly and took from me. She turned it over in her hands inspecting it for any sticky fingerprints or damage.

"I'm afraid we cant let you use the laptop sweetie, it's a tool for adults okay? You have to ask permission, and if we agree, we will do what you want on the laptop for you."

You looked up with wide, hopeful eyes, but the look on Mommy's face was firm. She didn't say it unkindly, but she didn't say it like she was joking either. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes begin to water as your lower lip trembled. You didn't know why, but something about being told no really made you feel littler than ever. Maybe it was because this was direct proof that you are no longer trusted with any adult privileges or responsibilities. Or.. maybe it was because deep down, you knew it was true. You were just too little to handle the intricacies of adult life anymore. Or even the big kid life for that matter..

You let out a little huff and stomped your foot on the floor, which only served to make the plastic of your diaper crinkle, unintentionally reinforcing your role in the situation "But Mommyyy!" You whined pointing at the window, "I jus wanna watch some youtubey for the birdys!"

Mommy sighed and picked you up, placing you on the edge of the table, your diapered bottom cushioning you as she did. She looked out the window, her eyes searching the branches of the tree for the little singer bird. "Ah, there it is," she said gently, pointing it out to you. "Isn't it pretty? I love it's little song"

You nodded, your eyes lighting up with excitement. "Yeah!! It's my favoriteee! It sings so pretty! Daddy used to say I was as pretty as the song an then he'd.." you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth at first, like a toddler eager to share new knowledge. The memory of Daddy however was bittersweet.. He'd been your boyfriend once before he became your Daddy. Now he was with Mommy though, and you a pang of familiar jealousy rise at the thought of them together sharing moments like that one.

Lost in emotion and thought, you didn't notice the warm trickle of pee spreading steadily through your diaper. It happened so often now that the sensation barely registered anymore. Mommy, however, noticed what was happening almost immediately. She had become quite adept at reading your subtle cues, even the ones you didn't realize you were giving.

As she saw the tears begin to stream down your face, she tucked her finger under the legguard, and afterward gently took your hand guiding you away from the table, the squishing of your diaper with each step the only sound between your soft whimpers. "Alright sweetie, let's get you cleaned up," she said in a soothing tone that carried all the authority and love of a mother dealing with her toddler.

Mommy led you to the changing table, where she began to unfasten the tapes of your diaper. The cold air hit your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine, followed by the relief of a warm wipe mommy used to clean your princess parts.

You felt the fresh dry padding being taped snugly against your skin, and the comforting scent of baby powder filled the air. Mommy's gentle touch was soothing, but the reality of the situation still stung. After Mommy helped you up, she took you by the hand, and before you knew it you were back in your bedroom being lowered into your crib. The bars felt like a childish prison. You were "too little to be out and about without supervision" you thought bitterly, but that wouldn't stop you from trying.

In a high pitched tone you whined "I don't wanna go sleepies! Not tired an I'm notta baby!" you protested, "Imaa big girl!"

Mommy's smile didn't waver as she finished tucking you in. "A big girl? I don't know about that sweetheart.. Let's make a little list.

You can't hold your tinkles and you haven't been able to for a long time.

The only time you're not wearing a diaper is in between changes and bathtime.

You need your Daddy or myself to help you get clean in the tub.

You make a big mess whenever you eat.

You still need naps almost every day.

"I can keep going little one.." she said with a smile. Looking childishly mutinous I pulled the covers up over my mouth and nose to hide my almost cartoonish pout.

As if she read your thoughts, Mommy chuckled and said softly "I know it seems unfair, but try to think about all the things you enjoy about being our little girl as you fall asleep. I know there are plenty. Tell you what, I'll put on the Cocomelon dancing fruit video for you to fall asleep to. You love the dancing fruit!

You nodded slightly, feeling a little better at the mention of the fruit. They were your favorite, and somehow always made you feel at least a bit better. She put YouTube For Kids on your tv and turned on your nightlight. Mommy kissed you on the forehead and whispered "Daddy will be home when you wake up from your nap. Maybe he'll even have a surprise for you."

You felt a flicker of hope. Surprises from Daddy could mean anything - a new toy, a trip to the park, or even just a special snack. It was always something to look forward to, and today felt like it needed a little extra cheer.

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I turned on my lamp. My dream was over and I needed to act. Slowly… ever so slowly.. I sat up from my bed. All that could be heard was the soft creaking of the bedframe and the gentle crinkle of my pull-up as I carefully moved my legs so that they were hanging off the bed. I lowered myself onto the floor, and walked toward the door. I turned the knob and pushed it slowly open. A loud creaky whine eminated from the doorhinges. I winced, quickly looking around to make sure nobody heard. I stood there frozen, mind racing.

"is mommy going to catch me? maybe i should go back to bed.. were those footsteps??"

After a few minutes of nervous anticipation had passed, I relaxed a bit. Somehow I'd never noticed how noisy this door was, but then again creeping around in the dead of night makes every sound seem a million times louder. I'd come this far though and everything was fine, I just had to keep being careful not to make any more noises. After all, I didn't know what time it was –- maybe past midnight?

Before I woke up I'd had a dream about discovering a cookie jar that never ran out of cookies. But it wasn't any old cookie jar, it was our cookie jar; little flower decorations and all! But the trick to get infinite cookies was that you had to lift the jar off the counter and take the cookies from the bottom instead of the top because there is a secret passage. I was determined to test it. If my dream was real then I just discovered a gold mine (cookie mine?)

I tippy toed down the hallway, silent as a cat stalking a mouse, or so I had thought. Ever since I'd been put back in pull-ups, a soft crinkling followed me whenever I went. I'm usually hyper aware of it when fully awake, but in my tired state, and being so used to the sound by now, I didn't realize that my ears automatically tuned out most of the noise.

I reached the kitchen at the end of the hall, so far so good. It was dark but my eyes were well adjusted by now, and I could see well enough to navigate my surroundings. Now all I had to do was get the cookie jar. To my dismay however, it had been moved from the counter to a shelf that was too high for me to reach. I'd always been a bit too stubborn for my own good, and tonight was no different. I clambered onto the counter as quietly as I could so I could reach the shelf. I raised up both hands and felt the cookie jar. I closed my eyes, lifted the jar slowly in anticipation… nothing. Just the smooth bottom of the jar.

I thought maybe it had to be checked while it was on the counter, that's where it happened in the dream after all. That had to be it. I knelt down with the cookie jar wrapped in my arms, but the added weight of the cookie laden glass jar threw me a bit off balance. Still crouching, I automatically took a couple small steps backward to try regaining my balance, but unfortunately my instincts were my undoing.

I panicked, flailing my arms wildly to regain my balance, completely forgetting about the jar in my hands. This was not the greatest strategy. The loud clatter of the forgotten jar hitting the floor startled me, and I overcompensated. A high pitch gasp escaped me as I toppled off the counter. Instead of the kitchen floor however, my fall was broken by something big and soft. I opened my eyes and saw that our dogs bed had somehow moved to just below the edge of the counter.

I heard a flick and the dark kitchen was flooded with light. I squinted, unable to adjust quickly enough.

"OH MY G- LENA!! Are you okay??" The voice of Mommy rang loudly in my ears after the silence I'd been accustomed to.

"You could have been seriously hurt, what were you thinking? The jar could have shattered! You could have broken your neck! We had about 2 seconds to react! God knows what would have happened if your Daddy wasn't so quick thinking with sliding the dogbed!

Daddy shook his head, doing his best to look disappointed in me but clearly celebrating his superhero dad moment in his head. Mommy continued–-

'We moved the cookie jar up there because we wanted to save those cookies for the family gathering tomorrow!"

She sighed a deep sigh.

"We wanted to trust that you would be responsible and leave them alone, but lately it's been getting harder and harder to trust that you'll make the right decisions like a big girl does. We've been trying our hardest to not treat you like you're a baby, but-

"but your making me wea-" I interrupted.

"Listen to me Lena, I know you've been wearing pullups for a while now, and we've been doing our best to treat you like a big girl in any other way that we can".

"But y-" I started to object, but mommy cut me off.

"Let me finish baby. You've been sleeping in your big girl bed, you've had an 8 o'clock bedtime, you get to feed yourself, and I could go on". She paused, a look of resignation on her face. "Lena, I'm afraid that maybe those privileges are a little bit too mature for you".

My heart beating a little faster, I asked anxiously "B- but.. what does that mean mommy..? I can still stay up late… right? And eat by myself n stuff..?"

Mommy's sigh was palpable, but she patiently explained "Lena.. your pull-ups are already a sign that we can't always trust you to make mature decisions about your needs. And now, with this stunt, you're just reinforcing our concerns."

My heart sank, and my eyes filled with tears. I looked down at my feet, ashamed. Mommy and Daddy had trusted me to act like a big girl but I let them down.

Mommy looked down at me, resigned to do what she knew was now needed for her little girl. Mommy knew how much I hated being treated like a baby, but she also knew that my actions had consequences, and that this talk had been coming for a while now anyways.

"Lena," she began gently, "you know that we've been trying to help you be big girl by giving you responsibilities. But when you make choices like this, it's really hard for us to believe that you can handle those responsibilities."

She turned to Daddy "Honey, how many times have we had to give Lena a talking to this week?"

He held up his hand 🖐️

"Five times Lena. Five. Tonight you snuck out for cookies well past your bedtime, and could have broke your neck in the process. You hid your toys under the bed instead of cleaning them up like I asked you to. You were also picky & whiny at dinner three seperate times this week, and you made a scene at the store when I wouldn't get you that massive bluey stuffie. On top of all that, more often than not when your pull-ups were wet you didn't come tell me like you're supposed to".

I continued to look down, remaining silent but for the sound of my sniffing as I tried to stop crying. I didn't want to make myself look or feel more immature than I already did.

"Lena -" Mommy said gently after a long pause.

"- I'm not saying you're a bad girl, but your Daddy and I agree it's time for us to make some changes that will help make things easier for all of us."

I looked up timidly, still teary eyed.

"We don't want you to think of this as a punishment because it isn't, but tomorrow before the reunion we will be stopping by the store to pick up some proper diapers for you. Since you're wetting more and more often but have trouble telling us when you're wet, they will be replacing your pull-ups completely".

Blushing, a feeling of utter unfairness came over me. Eyes tearing up again, I tried to explain but it ended up sounding alot more like I was throwing a little tantrum.

"But its n-not fair!! Sometimes I didn't notice when I hadda accident! an sometimes I just got a bit distracted!! I was gonna tell you guys please its not my fault!!"

Daddy checked his watch "It's quarter past 11" he whispered to Mommy, gesturing at my lower half discreetly. She nodded and turned back to me.

"You're right Lena, that part isn't your fault, but not noticing you've had an accident is all the more reason that you're just not ready for pull-up yet– and speaking of.. we need to change you before we put you back to bed, that pull-up looks like its about to leak."

"But when did..?" I trailed off, noticing only now the state of my protective padding.

Moments later I found myself laying down on Mommy and Daddy's bedroom floor being cleaned up by Mommy while Daddy was doing something on his phone. I wanted to complain about being changed like this since I'd normally been allowed to pull the training panties up and down myself, but I was too exhausted to put up much resistance anymore. I felt the soft padding slide up my legs, but it felt a little different.

As Mommy finished, and helped me straighten out my pj shirt, I noticed that she'd put me in double protection, and honestly at this point.. who could blame her?