#embarrasment

13,8,26 - Sian arrived with her mother at 7:30. Sian very embarrassed and crying. Mum remained calm and told Sian that she needs to accept the judges verdict.

Sian came in and had a nappy change. She was very upset so we gave her a cuddle and sang songs. Nappy was soiled. We noticed peas and sweetcorn in the poo and will check with mum at pick up

Sian was very unsure as we bought her into the playroom to play. She sat in the corner and played with two Barbie’s. Sian was bright red desperately avoiding eye contact

after play we had garden time. Sian refused to go outside as she said the walls were too low. We rang mum and she said if Sian says no again then she will walk to the park on the way home. Hearing this Sian ran outside to play.

after garden time we changed her nappy which was wet and then sat Sian in the dinning room as she was fed peas and curry, Sian ran to the nap room. We gave her a sticker and rubbed her belly until she fell asleep at 12.01

Even as children milly, Grace, stevie and Jenny misbehaved at the family gathering and often found themselves in time out, over knees and sent to bed early

and now at 19 the four women had dared eachother to run one mile dressed as silly babies. They knew everyone was fast asleep and thought nothing off it

few moments of utter embarrassment and then they’d get dressed and head to bed. Little did they know that granny and grandpa had taken a late night stroll

the four laddies shrieked desperately trying to cover as granny snapped pics before marching the four sobbing laddies to the holiday home for all to see

Morgan knows the rules but this dosent make it any less embarrassing. Before bed time she must drink all her milk up and then mummy and daddy will sing her nursery songs until she goes to sleep

Morgan knows full well mummy puts in poo poo tablets into her milk meaning once she’s asleep she has a nappy blowout

morgan knows mummy and daddy will have to strip her bed and clean the carpet. Morgan will be bathed and re nappies as mummy and daddy sing to her again

It’s just a question but the ramifications of the questions are huge. If you say no and you have an accident you will feel very childish

the punishment is to attend nursery for a month as a little girl. But you are still an adult who should know her own body

and little girls carnt stay in wet clothes. You will be stripped fully naked and dressed in the toilets like an infant

But if you say yes the humiliation is to much to handle you are agreeing that you an adult needs to be taken and sat on a princess potty and observed as you go wee wee

your agreeing for a adult to wipe your private parts with wet wipes and check for any owies.

Yep she’s under one months regression for stealing. Well we only had one bedroom and her niece promised she would look after her stinky auntie at night.

yep she comes and wakes me up if her auntie has done a smelly poo or is crying. We have the baby monitor aswell

we change her in a separate room as not everyone should smell her stinky bum bum or see her stinky bum bum. Only real adults

I know so embarrassing laddies imagine sharing a bedroom with your little niece and you are the biggest baby in the room

there we go honey all clean down there let’s get you dressed and fed then we will walk to school to pick up your babysitter for tonight

Lilly is on her hands and knees in the middle of the thick, knotted cream rug, the soft fibres pressing into her bare palms and the tops of her bare feet. Her baby-blue floral dress has ridden up, the frilled hem fluttering against the backs of her thighs, exposing the thick white padding that crinkles softly with every tiny shift of her weight.

Blonde Barbie dolls lie scattered around her—one still carefully posed in a pink ballgown, the other sprawled on its back with its plastic legs at awkward angles. She is completely absorbed, murmuring little baby voices under her breath, the quiet click-clack of plastic limbs the only sound besides the low murmur of the television.

Behind her, mummy is curled into the corner of the beige sofa, tablet glowing in her hands, the soft blue light reflecting off her face. The living room smells faintly of fabric softener and the warm, slightly musty scent of the carpet. For a few precious minutes the only thing Lilly can feel is the gentle bulk between her legs and the cool air on the backs of her thighs

Her face freezes mid-play. Heat floods her cheeks. She feels the sudden, warm, heavy give of her nappy as it fills, the padding swelling and softening against her skin. The thick plastic rustles loudly in the quiet room. A sharp, unmistakable smell—warm, sour, and deeply personal—begins to rise from between her legs and drift across the rug.

Sarah stood rigid above the tiny pink plastic potty in the centre of the living room, bare feet flat on the hardwood, knees forced wide. Her white T-shirt with the cheerful yellow duck and the words “I love mummy” stretched across her chest like a cruel joke. Both hands were clamped tightly between her thighs.

Emma stood directly behind her, firm hands on Sarah’s shoulders, pinning her in place. At the brunch table three friends stared in open-mouthed silence, plates of food forgotten.

“You slept with Jake,” Emma said quietly. “So now you will sit on the potty like a toddler and go in front of everyone. No more grown-up choices.”