Discovering the Truth

[Latias714]

Okay, now I look back and I REALLY hate this one. But everyone says it's good. So I post for you to decide.

ack, here goes nothing

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Lindsey was having a particularly nice dream, until the buzz of an alarm clock hammered through her skull. She groggily hit the snooze button and glanced at the clock. 5:30 am. She had time for a couple more minutes, since she left for school at 7. After she finally made the tough decision to get out of bed, she stumbled into her bathroom. She felt the soft padded diaper beneath her nightgown; it was dry, as it was every morning.
Lindsey was not a bed wetter, but she’s had a fascination with baby things (like diapers, for instance) ever since she could remember. She never told anyone for the simple reason that she didn’t want to be labeled as weird or unstable, she had always had an irrational fear (maybe it was a phobia, but she didn’t think it was that strong) of public embarrassment, which made her keep all the more secret. Until she started walking to middle school (which happened to pass by a drugstore) all she was able to do was pawn over the ab/dl websites when her parents weren’t around.
She was then reminded of her need to use the bathroom, so she went. The toilet remained untouched. She stripped off her (now) wet diaper, rolled it up, and hid it in the middle of her trashcan so her mother wouldn’t see it, and hopped in for a quick shower. After she had thoroughly showered herself, she went and retrieved another diaper from her closet hiding spot. She carefully unfolded the diaper, and placed herself in the middle. After a quick powdering, she fit the tapes snugly over her petite frame. When she was finished diapering herself, she selected a modest skirt that hid her diaper well, and a cute matching undershirt and tee.
Climbing down the stairs to an empty house, she put some bread in the toaster and fixed a glass of milk while she waited for her bread to finish toasting. After the toast popped out, she had to take it with her, she was five minutes late. Not that it mattered, she only left at 7 to have 20 minutes of social time with her friends. She arrived with 15 minutes to spare. She found her friends where they always were, in the commons area under the hanging clock.
“Where’ve you been, Lindsey?” inquired Nikki, her best friend. Nikki had known her since first grade, and they shared many years of friendship and secrets, but one thing she could not bear to even mention to her best friend was her diaper secret.
“The snooze button and the shower felt way too good this morning,” Lindsey replied.
“Amen to that!” chimed in Meg. Meg’s real name was Megan, but she preferred the former. She had only met Meg last year, but they hit it off immediately, and were good friends ever since. Most of the trio’s conversation was dedicated to boys and fashion, until Nikki said,
“Hey, do you guys wanna go to the mall on Saturday?”
“Ooh yes, definitely!” agreed Meg.
“Sounds good,” said Lindsey.
“It’s agreed, then," confirmed Nikki. "Saturday, the mall, at 10.” Just then the bell rang, and the three girls went off to their respective classes. Nothing interesting went on that day, except in fifth period. The history teacher was giving a particularly boring monologue on ancient Chinese peoples, and Lindsey found herself daydreaming about a boy that sat in the front row. All of the sudden, she was hit with the urge to use the restroom. Mr. Warsaw wasn’t a man to be interrupted, and she did have a diaper on…
When school let out, Lindsey drove home and entered her house, finding her mother in her room, which was expected since her part time job let out before Lindsey was let out of school.
“When’s dad gonna be home?” Lindsey inquired.
“He should be home on time tonight. Which reminds me, we’re having spaghetti for dinner.”
“Sounds delicious already,” said Lindsey. She ambled up to her upstairs bedroom, where she checked her email. After replying to some of her ab/dl cyberspace friends, she poked at her wet diaper that she’d had on since fifth period. Deciding it could hold a little bit more, she wet it again (the soda on the way home had apparently taken effect) and felt it swell against her skin. She waddled over to the full-length mirror; her diaper was sagging under the weight. She stripped off her soggy diaper, and threw it in the trash. The can seemed to be overflowing now, her mother had forgotten to empty the trash in her room when trash day came round last time.
‘Mental note: empty can later.’ She thought to herself. For now, she just threw the soggy bundle on top of the other trash. She retrieved another diaper out of her stash, which was getting low.
‘Wow,’ she thought. ‘I’m using more diapers than normal this week.’ Since her father was a surgeon, and her mother worked part time (just for something to do during the day), they could afford to give her $20 a week in spending money. Half of that would soon go to replenish her supplies, but it was well worth the $10 she spent on diapers every other week or so. She placed a towel on the ground, laying the powder alongside it, and unfolded the diaper. She gingerly powdered herself, and had gotten the first tape secure when there was a sharp rap at the door.
‘Oh shit.’ She thought. She had no time to react, as the door began to open… and to her heart’s relief, it stopped at just an inch.
“Lindsey honey, time for dinner.” her mom said.
“O-okay…” she managed to say.
“Is something wrong, sweetie?” inquired her mother.
“No mom, I’m fine, I was just… changing.” Well, she wasn’t lying about the changing part, that’s for sure. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Okay, daddy’s waiting.” Lindsey smiled. Her father was gone more than the average dad, due to his medical duties. While she wasn’t lying about changing, she had to quickly finish diapering herself, and then put on a different skirt to avoid suspicion. Her father was a tall, dark haired man, very built, but his personality was just the opposite, which earned him the nickname “gentle giant.” Even though her father had dark hair, she had blond hair. Her father must have a blond gene in there somewhere. As she descended the stairs, she heard her parents small-talking about work, and she joined the table.
“Hey daddy, how’s work?” Mr. Corbin knew his daughter had a weak stomach when it came to the medical field, so he teased her about it.
“Oh you know, I just had to clip a few nerves here and there, scrape the bone, and reattach the muscle.”
“Eew, sounds painful!” Lindsey exclaimed.
“It’s not painful until the patient wakes up,” Mr. Corbin winked at Lindsey. “In fact, I brought a few home.” he said, pointing to the spaghetti. Lindsey poked him in the ribs.
“Daddy, don’t tease me like that!” Both of them laughed.
“So, shall I say grace?” The three of them bowed their heads while Mr. Corbin thanked the Lord for the food. The passing of dishes soon ensued, with healthy conversation following.
“So Lindsey, how was your math competition yesterday?” Mr. Corbin asked.
“I took second place in individuals, and first in team challenge!” she exclaimed.
“Well, that’s wonderful!” Mr. Corbin responded. “So did you have any problems you couldn’t solve?”
“Only the one where it asked what kind of quadratic would produce a double root.”
“b2-4ac=0,” her father stated.
“Yes, I know that now. You shoulda been on our team.” She smiled. The conversation continued until everyone finished dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Corbin both sat on the couch to watch T.V., and Lindsey logged on the computer to check her email, which included both AOL and Yahoo. Her AOL was her legitimate email, while her Yahoo was her email for “other” purposes. After finding nothing of importance, she scrolled through a couple of her ab/dl sites, but there new there either. Resigning herself to homework, she ascended the stairs to her room.
Unpacking her school bag, she got out her algebra two book, her paper, and pencil, and her noise-canceling head phones. Lindsey wasn’t a prep, neither punk, but she still loved her Linkin Park. She switched on her iPod and went to work. What she didn’t realize was that her skirt had ridden up while she sat down. Even if she had known, she wouldn’t of cared, her parents were busy watching T.V.

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Jack and Celeste, Lindsey’s parents, were watching CSI on the couch.
“I’ll go make some popcorn,” Celeste said, slowly raising up out of Jack’s arms.
“Ok, honey, I’ll be waiting,” He winked. She smiled at him and walked over to the cupboard and got out a bag of popcorn.
‘I’ll see if Lindsey wants some...’ she thought. She always climbed the stairs lightly, like a cat... her husband always said. She softly knocked on the door to Lindsey’s room, with no answer. She pressed her ear to the door, and heard the soft sound of headphones.
‘Which means she’s probably going deaf by now,’ Celeste thought to herself. Teenagers and their music.
“Lindsey, do you want some popcorn?” she called outside of the door. She knew it was futile, Lindsey couldn’t hear her. She lightly opened the door. Lindsey was doing more logarithms in algebra two, she observed. She was about to sneak up on Lindsey and scare her (all in good fun), until she noticed the skirt. Or, as a matter of fact, what was under the skirt. Her daughter appeared to be wearing an adult sized diaper under her skirt! Celeste was very puzzled, she didn’t know what to do. Finally, she decided to let it go and not mention it to Lindsey right away.

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Lindsey was solving one of her more tougher logarithms when she was jolted by a touch on her shoulder.
“Ayeh!” she squeaked. She turned around to see her mother, laughing. “Oh, you scared me...” she said sheepishly.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted some popcorn, and come watch some T.V. with us,” her mother stated.
“Yeah, sure, let me finish 27-30 and I’ll be right down.” Lindsey replied. When she finished her homework, she came down the stairs and sat on the couch with her parents, carefull to pull her skirt down so nothing was showing.
“Popcorn?” her mother offered, sticking the bowl in Lindsey’s lap.
“They resemble fat cells.” her father offered. Lindsey’s hand froze halfway to her mouth, and her father started laughing.
“Dad, not when we’re eating!” Lindsey said as she poked him in the ribs. He slapped her playfully on the bum, which made a thudding sound. Jack didn’t notice, but his wife did.
‘So she’s still wearing that diaper...’ Celeste thought. Celeste didn’t know what to do now, should she ask her daughter about it when they were alone? Should she say something at all? She was even wondering if it was her fault somehow, did she become like this because of her parenting skills? She decided to just let it go until later. Meanwhile, the three family members sat on the couch, watching the rest of CSI together. Celeste and Jack were both on one side of the couch, while Lindsey fell asleep on the other side.
“Well, I’m off to bed, honey,” Jack said softly. “I have to supervise a heart transplant tomorrow, I need my sleep.”
“Ok, dear. I’ll just come as soon as I get Lindsey to bed,” whispered Celeste.
“Looks like she’s already there,” responded Jack with a smile.
“Well, you know what I mean,”
“Yes dear. You get her to bed, I’ll be waiting in our room. If I’m not asleep.” Jack said as he yawned. Celeste walked over to her daughter. After Jack left the room, she sat down next to Lindsey. She was still perplexed (but not in denial) about her daughter’s unusual choice of undergarment. She reached over and felt Lindsey’s diaper underneath her skirt, which brought back memories of fourteen years ago, when Lindsey was two.
‘Has it really been that long?’ she thought to herself. Celeste remembered when Lindsey was two, parading around in her (much smaller) diaper, and running away giggling when her mother chased her for a diaper change. Celeste startled herself when she brushed a small tear way from her eye.
‘I must really miss those days, that bond...’ she thought to herself. Celeste wanted two kids, but once Jack had a daughter, he didn’t want anymore children, which left Celeste with a sense of emptiness. But Jack was the man of the house, and she respected him and loved him, so she’d just let the matter go.
‘Actually, this could work out for the better...‘ Celeste thought as he gazed at her daughter’s diaper. She longed for the bonding love of a mother and child again, and she knew exactly what to do now. Celeste shook her head, dislodging the cobwebs of her mind. She caressed her daughter’s shoulder until she woke up.
“Mmm... Yes, mommy?” Lindsey said groggily. Celeste smiled inside, she hadn’t been called mommy in years.
“Time for bed, sweetie,” Celeste whispered.
“Ok, mom.”
‘Well, one out of two isn’t bad,’ thought Celeste. “Come on, I’ll help you up,” she said as she took Lindsey’s hand and pulled her to a standing position, and followed her upstairs to her room.
“Do you want help getting ready for bed tonight?” Celeste questioned.
“Um...no...but...thanks anyway, mom,” Lindsey said, and Celeste noticed Lindsey blush slightly.
“Ok honey, good night and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Celeste said.
“G’night, mom,” Lindsey said. After her mother had left the room, Lindsey started getting undressed. The diaper she had on was unused, but she felt the need to use the restroom. Lindsey was feeling too tired to deal with any dirty diapers tonight, so she stripped it off and used the toilet for the first time in about twenty-four hours. When she was finished, she pulled out a night gown from her dresser, re-taped her diaper back on, put on her night gown, crawled into bed under the covers, and quickly fell asleep.
In what seemed like moments, the alarm clock was once again slamming it’s annoying tune inside Lindsey’s head. She fumbled for the damned thing (why did she even move it last night?) until she finally got the snooze button depressed. While she was enjoying her 20 minutes of resting, she felt the urge to go pee, and she knew she had a diaper on, so she just went., enjoying the warm sensation spreading between her legs. There was no place she’d rather be right now than beneath the warm covers in her diaper, but she knew she’d have to get ready for school soon. Subjecting herself to reality, she crawled out of bed into the chilled morning air, and into the bathroom. She un-taped the diaper sagging at her hips, rolled it up, and was about to toss it out when she suddenly froze, as intense worry gripped her. The trashcan, where she’d left a used diaper of all things just carelessly lying on top of the rest of the refuse, was now empty. Normally, this wouldn’t be a cause of alarm, but she’d made a careless error, she’d overfilled it. Now her mother had emptied it, and it was guaranteed that she saw the contents. Upon further inspection, she found a note at the bottom.

Dear Lindsey
Don’t be ashamed, I did find your diapers, but I had known since last night. Please know that I will always love you, no matter what. I haven’t told your father yet, that’s your choice. I’ll tell him if you want me to.

Love you always,
Mommy

P.S. See me after school when you are wet.

Lindsey sat there, stunned, for what seemed like days. In reality, it was more like thirty seconds, because her brain felt numb.
“Mom knows...” she mumbled to no one in particular. The rest of her day seemed to pass in a daze, except forth period math-that class always seemed to last forever no matter what.
“Lindsey, what is the answer to number ten?” said Ms. Fitzsimmons, the algebra two teacher. Lindsey’s head snapped back to reality, and she stared at problem ten. In a matter of seconds, with the aid of mental math, she said,
“Two to the negative five halves power,” she said confidently.
“Good job, although next time try to pay attention,” said the teacher, although not condescendingly.
“Yes ma’am,” she responded. Other than that (and her “bathroom break” during lunch) nothing else significant happened. When she arrived home, she opened the door with trembling hands, and saw a package in the foyer with a note on it. The note read:
“Before you come see me, take this into your room and open it.”
The package itself was pretty light, and something inside was loose. She went upstairs to her room, taking a kitchen knife before she went. Upstairs, she cut the packaging tape and opened the flaps. Inside was the most unexpected yet welcomed thing she’d ever received in a cardboard box: a fresh package (albeit a different brand) of diapers, a changing mat, some powder, wipes, a pacifier, and a bottle. Lindsey almost cried from joy; she sincerely felt her mother accepted her diapered self. Yet one more note read:
“Lindsey, bring this box with you when you come.”

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Celeste was reading a book in her room, she’d heard her daughter enter... Then pause... Then go upstairs.
‘Any second now...’ thought Celeste. She heard her daughter come down the stairs. There was a faint knock at the door, so soft it was almost non-existent.
“Mommy...?” came a barely audible noise beyond the door.
“Come in honey,” she softly called. The door slowly opened and a diapered teen waddled into the room (now she knew to look for it) carrying the same cardboard box that Celeste herself had packaged just an hour earlier.
“Um... You said to... Um... See you?” she stammered. Celeste walked over to her diapered daughter and put an arm around her shoulder.
“Why are you this nervous? I’m not going to hate you for something you didn’t do,” Celeste said in a soft voice as she embraced her daughter.

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Lindsey was overcome with emotion. She was overcome with Love. Her mother had gone to this much trouble to prove her love for her diapered daughter. Lindsey almost cried, but she held it in. She knew what her mom wanted to hear, that Lindsey loved her back, and that Lindsey knew her mother loved her. Well, there was no more proof than this that her mother loved her.
“I was just worried that you’d found out, I didn’t know what you’d think, and I thought you’d yell at me, and tell my friends and relatives, and... And...” she was starting to cry.
“Shh... It’s ok, I would never do those things to you,” her mother reassured her. The two of them embraced for what seemed like ages. Then Lindsey spoke softly.
“Mommy... My... Umm... Diaper is still wet.” said Lindsey.
“I’ll fix that for you. Lay down, sweetie.” Her mother spread the changing mat on the floor, along with a fresh diaper. Once Lindsey was centered, Celeste did something she had not done in over fourteen years. She diapered her one and only baby. Lifting the sixteen-year-old teenager’s legs, she removed the urine-soaked diaper, took out a few wipes, cleaned the pubic area, and rolled them up in the used nappy. Once again she raised her daughter’s legs and put a fresh diaper underneath her. After a sprinkling of powder, she snugly taped her daughter into her under-garment.
“These are thicker than the ones I bought,” Lindsey observed. She took a few experimental steps. These diapers also fit more snugly than she’d been able to get her old ones to do.
“Well, I do work in a retirement home, remember?” Celeste stated.
“Oh yes, now I remember. Is that where you got these?” Lindsey said, pointing to her padded rear.
“Mhmm,” her mother nodded. “But I did pay for them, so they’re not stolen or anything.”
“I wouldn’t ever think that, mommy,” Lindsey said. Her mother hugged her again.
“I love the sound of that. ‘Mommy.’ It makes me feel more like a mother,” she whispered.
“How did you know I’d enjoy the pacifier and baby bottle, too?” Lindsey inquired.
“I went do some of your ab/dl sites on the computer, and I gathered a lot of info,” her Mother responded. “Now, it’s time to relax. Go wait on the couch, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Ok, mommy,” Lindsey agreed. She then padded into the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for her mother. She was watching “The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy” on cartoon network when she heard the sounds of a microwave.
‘Mom’s making popcorn,’ She thought. After her mother finished with the microwave, she walked in, but she wasn’t carrying a popcorn bowl.
“What was the microwave for?” Lindsey inquired.
“Here, lay next and I’ll show you,” Celeste said as she sat on the couch. Lindsey snuggled up next to her mother, and surprisingly, found herself drinking some warm milk from a bottle.
‘It’s almost like a dream...’ she thought. She pinched herself on the arm, and her mother laughed.
“Glad to see you’re enjoying it,” her mother said. After the bottle was gone, her mother inserted her daughter’s pacifier, and they spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the couch, Lindsey eventually falling asleep in her mother’s arms. The day her mother found out her secret was the best day of her life.

[Latias714]

I actually wrote a second part... whats wrong with me

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“Mommy, I’m home!” Lindsey called as she tossed her book bag in the corner of the foyer.
“Hello, sweetie. How was school?” her mother greeted.
“Good, not much homework. I’ll do it later tonight.” Lindsey responded.
“That’s fine. Do you need me to change you?” her mother questioned.
“Yes, please.” Lindsey responded. She didn’t know why, but her mother was enjoying this just as much as she was, which was just fine as far as Lindsey was concerned. Her mother had told her the day after their first mommy-daughter experience (the day Lindsey found the note) that she would support Lindsey in any baby-related things, and her mother even encouraged them. Somehow, they had kept it a secret from her father.
“You can tell him anytime, honey, he loves you just as much as I do.” Her mother had said that same day, along with, “or you could have me tell him.” Lindsey was still thinking about telling her father herself, but she was still too scared. Popping the pacifier her mother had bought her in her mouth, she waited on the couch for her mother to get the supplies.
“I’m ready, honey.” Her mother announced. Lindsey padded over to the floor beside the couch and laid down on the changing mat. Her mother slid Lindsey’s skirt off and untapped her diaper.
“So when will you tell your father?” her mother said as she got out the wipes.
“I don’t know, I’m just too nervous right now, with you just finding out and all.” Lindsey said. Her mother started wiping her clean.
“If you need me to tell him, I can do that for you.” She said.
“I know,” Lindsey responded, “maybe somehow we can do something in the middle.” Her mother rolled the wipes up with the dirty diaper and placed a fresh one under her.
“How so?” her mother inquired while applying powder.
“Well,” said Lindsey, “you could do the ‘Lindsey-has-something-to-tell-you’ thing, and I could follow up.”
“Ah. I see what you’re saying.” Her mother responded as she secured the tapes snugly around Lindsey’s hips. She helped Lindsey to her feet and placed her skirt in the wash basket.
“Can I sit in your lap, mommy?” Lindsey questioned.
“Of course, sweetie, go get a blanket while I fix you something.” Her mother said. Lindsey knew exactly what “something” was, and she sat on the couch with her blanket while waiting for her mother. After a couple minutes, her mother came in carrying her bottle. She sat down, and Lindsey curled up on her lap. Her mother placed the warm bottle of milk in her mouth, clipping the pacifier onto her daughter’s blouse. She hugged her mother tightly for a few seconds.
“I love you too, darling.” Softly said her mother. While she was laying in her mother’s arms, Lindsey thought about her trip to the mall with her friends tomorrow. She’d have to be careful not to expose her diaper to her friends, which is rather difficult when you go to the mall to try on clothes, and if she knew her friends, they’d be a little too “revealing” for comfort. Ultimately, she decided not to go in her diapered state.
“Whatcha thinkin about?” her mother said as she stroked Lindsey’s hair. Plucking the empty bottle from her mouth, she said,
“Whether I should go to the mall diapered or not.”
“Well, if you take a pair of panties in your handbag, you could just take your diaper off in the fitting rooms.” Her mother suggested.
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Lindsey said thoughtfully. Her mother placed Lindsey’s pacifier in her mouth. Lindsey thought back to the morning she found her mother’s note. She decided to revise her statement. There’s nowhere she’d rather be than in the loving arms of her mother. Suddenly, there came the distinct sound of someone coming in the door.
“Hellooo,” her father called. Lindsey was about to race over to the wash to retrieve her skirt when her mother stopped her.
“Shh, just stay under the blanket, little one.” her mother said. Lindsey decided to let the pacifier and bottle hide under the covers, too. Jack came in and saw Lindsey, with a blanket pulled up to her chin, in the arms of his wife.
“I wish you’d lay in my arms like that, Lindsey.” He said. Her mother winked at her. Lindsey smiled.
“How about later tonight, daddy?” she said.
“Oh, and to what do I owe this pleasure?” said her father. Lindsey pretended to look shocked.
“What, now I have to have a reason to love my daddy?” she said, smiling.
“So your shift ended early, then?” her mother inquired.
“Yep, there’s nobody who needs surgery right now, and even if there were, Steve has it.” Jack responded. “Well, I’m going to change out of these scrubs.” He added. After her father had left the room, her mother whispered,
“Now would be a good time.” Lindsey nodded. She rose off the couch and went to fetch her skirt as her mother left to go talk to Jack.

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Celeste walked into the room, whereupon Jack said,
“I want in.”
“What do you mean?” Celeste responded.
“I’ve noticed you and Lindsey have been awfully close in the past few days, and I envy it. I want to join you in whatever you’re doing.” Said Jack.
“You want in no matter what?” Celeste questioned.
“Of course. I love Lindsey.” Jack stated. Celeste walked up behind Jack and embraced him.
“Do you remember when we first had Lindsey, and you said you didn’t want anymore children?” Celeste said.
“Of course, I was young and naïve, I wish I could take it back. I really wish we’d had another baby.” Jack said.
“What if I told you there’s a way to recapture that feeling?” Celeste whispered.
“I think we’re a bit old for children, don’t you?” Jack said, puzzled.
“I agree. But it’s not that.” Said Celeste.
“Adoption?” inquired Jack. “Please not adoption.”
“Nope, you’d never guess it. In fact, Lindsey would probably be the best candidate to tell you. If she’s not too nervous, that is.” Celeste said.
“Nervous? Why would she be nervous to tell me something? She knows she can tell me anything.” Jack stated.
“Well, it’s not exactly the easiest thing to tell someone. She had a hard time accepting the fact that I knew, until I comforted her and told her I loved her.” Celeste said.
“Well, I love her too!” Jack exclaimed.
“In that case, I think she’s ready to tell you.” Celeste said.
“So… what now?” Jack questioned.
“Call her in. Let her tell you.” Responded Celeste.
“Is it something I should fear? Like… she’s pregnant?” Jack whispered.
“Oh, no, nothing like that.” Celeste laughed.
“You’re driving me crazy. Just tell me, please!” Jack said.
“She’s your daughter, you go ask her.” Celeste said.
“What if I have her come in our room?” Jack questioned.
“Well, I could tell her to come in and see you.” Celeste offered.
“Ok, but I don’t see how it’s such a big deal.” Jack said.
“You will when you see what she has to show you.” Celeste responded.

*******

Lindsey was waiting on the couch with her skirt pulled down so her diaper wasn’t exposed, even though she knew she’d have to show her father eventually. She could hear light conversation in her parent’s room, and it didn’t sound like arguing, it actually sounded like they were joking with each other. The hardest part of it was the waiting. Lindsey hated the waiting period. She hated when her mother signed her up at the doctor’s, because she’d have to sit in the waiting room until they called her name. And when the teacher was passing out tests scores. Or when she had to give a speech. It had always been one of Lindsey’s dislikes. Eventually, her mother walked out of the room with a hint of a smile.
“Time to show daddy your secret.” Her mother announced.
“Ok… do I just go in your room and show him?” Lindsey questioned.
“Yup, I’ll go with you, honey.” Celeste encouraged. She placed her hand on Lindsey’s back and lead her into the parent’s room, where her father was sitting on the bed.
“Ok, so what’s this big secret?” Her father questioned.
“C’mon Lindsey, show him.” Her mother encouraged. Lindsey slowly lifted her skirt to reveal the diaper she was wearing under it, turning a slight shade of red. She stared at the floor the whole time with an embarrassed smile.
“Well… you, uh… got one thing right… I wasn’t exactly expecting that…” her father stammered. There ensued a long silence, finally broken by her mother.
“So… what do you think?”
“Uh… it’s really cute.” Her father stated.
“That’s all?” questioned her mother.
“Well, just give me time to think about it.” Jack said.
“Um… daddy…you aren’t mad are you?” Lindsey timidly asked.
“Oh no no, I’d never be mad at you for something like this! If I was moderately annoyed by anything, it’d be this: why not sooner? I’d have loved to know of this. I’ve told you in the past that you can tell me anything.” Her father said.
“Ok, daddy… so what are you going to do now?” Lindsey asked.
“Let me change out of these hospital scrubs, and I’ll be right out.” Her father said. Lindsey padded into the living room and sat on the couch, thinking about what she had just done.
‘So now my father knows…’ she thought to herself. ‘Well, it’s probably better this way. I wonder how he’ll take it, though.’ Celeste had followed Lindsey out of the parent’s room and sat on the couch with her.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” her mother asked.
“Not really… how do you think he took that?” Lindsey responded.
“Well, don’t tell him that I told you this, but you know how I always told you he didn’t want anymore kids after you came along?” Celeste asked.
“Yes, I remember.” Lindsey said.
“Well, he says he regrets that, and he wishes he’d had another baby with me. I think he’s thrilled now, because he gets that chance. You know, that’s the way I feel, also.” Her mother said.
“Really? So I’m like your second child now?” she inquired.
“You’ll always be our first child, Lindsey, but it’s like you’re our baby again. We’re thrilled, most parents never even consider this chance, and most teenagers don’t consider it, either. This is just as beneficial to us as it is to you, so we’re trying to make the best of it for you.” Her mother explained.
“Okay, that’s awfully nice of you.” Lindsey responded.
“I know, sweetie. In the meantime, you might want to get used to your father seeing you in a diaper, so I’d say take your skirt off, just to get used to the feeling.” Her mother said. She then rose off the couch and indicated Lindsey to do the same. When they were both facing each other, her mother slid Lindsey’s skirt off and once again tossed it in the wash bin. Her mother then went to do something in the kitchen.
‘Possibly get me a bottle…’ thought Lindsey as she sat back down on the couch. ‘I wonder what dad will think when he not only sees me in a diaper, but also drinking from a bottle. Possibly, “Wow, you’re so cute, babe.”’ She mused to herself. She was about to pull the blanket over herself when her father entered, in his casual wear.
“Wow, you’re so cute, babe.” He said. Lindsey laughed. “Was it something I said?” Jack wondered aloud.
“I was just thinking about what you’d say if you saw me like this, and then you came in and read my thoughts aloud.” Lindsey said. She quickly covered herself with the blanket, still a little self conscience. Her father pointed at the blanket.
“Is that because you’re cold, or still a little embarrassed?” her father questioned.
“Um… a mixture of both…” she admitted.
“Well, I can take care of them both.” Jack said to his daughter with a smile.
“How can you do that?” Lindsey inquired. Jack spread his arms.
“By holding my baby.” He said.
“Aww, daddy, that’s so sweet.” She said as she crawled into his lap, leaving the security of her blanket.
“You can have your blanket if you wish.” Jack said. Lindsey grabbed her blanket and covered up (still in her father’s arms). At about that time, her mother walked in, carrying, as Lindsey expected, a bottle for her.
“Well, you two have certainly hit it off good.” Her mother said.
“Daddy’s being nice.” Lindsey said with a smile. Her father chuckled.
“Any room there for me, possibly?” Her mother asked. Lindsey got up, and when her mother sat down beside her father, she sat in the middle. Her mom put the bottle in Lindsey’s mouth. It tasted like warm milk, but it was sweeter, and a little chalky.
“Well, I can’t say I expected this, but it certainly is a blessing!” Jack said.
“Amen to that.” Her mother responded. Lindsey just blushed. The three of them cuddled together watching TV for awhile, and Lindsey kept thinking to herself,
‘Wow, this must be a dream, this must be a dream…’ she wanted this moment to last forever, with her strong father on one side and her loving mother on the other side.
‘Almost like a yin-yang…’ she thought. Eventually, though, her mother had to get up to make dinner.
“Aww, mommy, can we have five more minutes?” Lindsey said. Her mother chuckled, and responded,
“Now now, little one, dinner needs a’fixin. It won’t cook itself, you know.”
“Okay, what are we having?” Lindsey inquired.
“Well, I was thinking about making a pizza myself tonight. You know, from scratch, no store-bought stuff except for the ingredients. Your grandmother baked a killer homemade pizza.”
“Ooh, can I help, please?” Lindsey asked enthusiastically.
“Sure you can, dear, just let me get everything set up.” Said her mother.
“What about your lonely old father?” Jack said. Lindsey curled up next to him and said,
“I love you too, daddy. I’ll stay here until mommy’s ready to make dinner.”
“That’s my girl.” Said her father. After about ten minutes, her mother called from the kitchen,
“Lindsey, honey, wanna help me make dinner now?”
“I’ll be right there, mommy!” she said.
“And I’ll be doing some of my paperwork on the computer.” Jack called to his family. Lindsey padded into the kitchen, where there were numerous ingredients spilled along the counter, including flour, yeast, oil, cheese, and more.
“Wow, that’s a lotta stuff.” Lindsey said.
“All of this is going to be made into a pizza!” said her mother.
“So what do I do first?” asked Lindsey.
“Well, the first thing you do is measure out the ingredients.” Her mother instructed. While in the process of making pizza, the two of them had a grand time, and they also made a small mess of the kitchen. Normally, Lindsey would help clean up, and she did offer, but her mother told her,
“Small children don’t clean after adults, now, do they?” Lindsey just blushed and walked into the living room while the pizzas were set on bake for fifteen minutes. She fished her pacifier out of the tangle of the blanket and put it in her mouth, and sat down to watch TV. All of the sudden, she felt the need to go, but it wasn’t number one. She’d never made a mess in her diaper before, because it would have been to hard to clean up without her parents noticing, but now that they treated her this way, she wasn’t sure if she should or not.
“Mommy…?” she called out.
“Yes dear?” her mother said as she walked into the room.
“Um… I have to go… uh…number two… what do I do?” she asked timidly.
“You’re wearing a diaper, aren’t you?” her mother stated.
“You don’t mind cleaning up my mess?” she asked.
“It would make me feel more like a mother. Besides, I cleaned up your messy bottom for two whole years.” Her mother said.
“Ok then…” said Lindsey. Her mother smiled and walked back into the kitchen to check on the pizza. Then, for the first time in fourteen years, Lindsey soiled herself. It felt kind of weird, and it squished when she sat. She decided to wait until her mother checked back up on her to tell her. While she was waiting, she also felt the urge to pee.
‘Well, I’ve never hesitated before…’ she thought as she felt relief. By this time, her diaper made squishing sounds whenever she moved. She really wanted to be in a dry diaper, but she didn’t want to call her mother in and interrupt her. And daddy was doing paperwork on the computer… so she just had to sit there and deal with it for the next ten minutes.
‘Finally…’ she thought as her mother walked in.
“Pew, you really did have to go. Well, let’s get you cleaned up then.” Her mother said. She walked Lindsey over to her changing mat as she got out the supplies. It just so happened that her father walked in at that time, smelling the pizza that was now cooling on the counter.
“Did I miss anything?” he said as he watched Lindsey lay down on the changing mat. It was just at that moment that the “other” smell hit him. “Oh…” he said as he watched his wife un-tape Lindsey’s diaper. “Wow, you sure are a messy girl.”
“Daddy…” Lindsey said and blushed.
“I’m not saying that in a bad way, honest!” her father said. “Wow, this brings back so many memories.” He also stated.
“Oh yes, I know! Memories from fourteen years ago. Do you remember when you had a mullet?” her mother said to Jack.
“Aw, honey, you’re embarrassing me!” Jack said. The irony wasn’t lost on Lindsey: her father was embarrassed about a hair style back in the 90’s when she was lying naked in front of him with a dirty diaper.
“Because that’s something to be embarrassed about.” She teased. Jack smiled and said,
“Hey, stay out of us old people’s conversations, eh?” which made them both laugh. He put her pacifier back in her mouth.
“There, good as new.” Her mother announced as Lindsey was pulled to her feet by her father, who also carried her into the kitchen. The trio sat down (well, Lindsey was set in her chair by her father) and her mother served up the pizza. As they ate, they talked about work (no surgeon’s jokes this time, though), and also school (they wanted to know how long she had been wearing diapers to class, and when did she wet them), and inevitably the conversation shifted over to Lindsey herself.
“We’re so glad to have our baby back.” Her mother said.
“I’ll say, I was wrong to think that we shouldn’t have anymore babies. We have a new baby now!” Jack said, which just made Lindsey blush even more.
“Aww, cmon guys, before you get confused between me and a tomato.” Lindsey said.
“You look so cute in a diaper, especially when you blush.” Said her father. Lindsey turned the shade of the tomato sauce on her face. After they were done dishing out compliments, her mother collected the real dishes from the table, but first getting a wipe to clean off Lindsey’s hands and face.
“We could put in a high chair…” her mother thought aloud.
“I think I know how to build one.” Her father also put in.
“Aw, gee, guys, you know how to make a baby feel loved.” Lindsey said. When the table was cleaned, her mother told her to go cuddle on the couch with daddy. Lindsey padded into the living room and sat in her father’s lap while the both of them watched more TV. They heard the sound of a microwave, and then smelled a buttery aroma wafting into the living room. Her mother came out with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bottle in the other.
“Mommy, I want popcorn, too!” Lindsey said.
“Well, sweetie, finish your bottle and you can have some popcorn.” Her mother told her.
“Okay mommy.” She replied. The rest of the evening passed by, with little interference (other than Nikki calling for Lindsey and confirming their mall date), and the happy trio cuddled together for the rest of the night. By 11:00, only two out of three of the Corbin family were watching TV. The third member was fast asleep in her father’s arms.
“And to think she was scared to death to tell you only this afternoon…” Celeste said to her husband.
“Well, I’m glad she told me. This is one of the best things that has happened to me. To us, that is.” He added.
“Doesn’t she look so sweet…” her mother said.
“My thoughts exactly.” Jack replied.
“I think it’s time for the baby to go to bed.” Celeste whispered.
“I’ll carry her to her room.” Jack offered.
“Wait, before you do, I have a thought.” His wife mentioned.
“What is it, dear?” he asked.
“Do you think Lindsey could sleep with us tonight?” she questioned.
“Hmm… I don’t see why not…” he said.
“Well, carry her in, then.” She said. Jack carefully scooped up Lindsey behind the knees and head, leaving her tiny form in a laying position. He carried her to their room and placed her in the middle of the bed while the two parents got ready to go to bed. After Jack and Celeste crawled into bed beside their daughter, they turned off the lights and fell asleep, with Lindsey in between.

[ThunderMa14]

Great job! I really liked reading this - Thanks for posting!

[KilionTheFallenAngel]

it was good, latias, what the heck you talking about? :P

[Lapin]

That was really cute and sweet. ^.^

[Lone_Wolf]

good and cute story.

[kenshi]

It was a really good story. I enjoyed reading this and can't wait for more of your stories.

[legobaby]

Wow I love this story I wish my mom could treat me like this

[FSD]

Great story hope there is more!!!! I dont know why you dont like it I think its great!!! Thanks for sharing non the less!!!!!

[Laram5]

Great Story, Wish My Mum Was Like That. :P