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24-08-2009
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Noticing Natalie
Noticing Natalie
This story takes place in November 2006 And it is based on true events Only the names, locations, and events have been changed No seriously, I am basing some of this on real stuff (all characters are based on real people)… but 99.993% of the story is fiction. Chapter 1 “It’s very easy to graph absolute value functions, with or without a graphing calculator. First you must find the vertex by finding out the x- and y-coordinates. Then, after you determine the slope, draw a line through the vertex and another one the opposite direction. You’ll notice you’ve now formed an arrow. Now if you want to do it with a calculator, first you press…” I heard Mr. Carpenter drone on and on, but I wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. Why was I even here? Algebra II is so stupid. Why would I ever need to know how to graph something? I looked down at the piece of paper in front of me. I hadn’t written any notes, and I wasn’t really planning on doing so. I found it hard to focus in this class; it was just so uninteresting and my attention span won’t let me study math for more than five minutes at a time. I put my head back up to see what other students were doing. A bunch of people were staring at the whiteboard looking like hypnotized zombies. A few people were just tapping their pencil on their desk. All the nerds were actually writing really detailed notes. Some girls were whispering about the upcoming dance. One boy in the back of the room was listening to his iPod. And two people were text-messaging, probably to each other. I looked in front of me and noticed Natalie. Even though we’d be in the same class since sixth grade, I didn’t really know her that well. She was very cute; tan skin, brown hair, blue eyes. Maybe not hot or even amazingly beautiful, but cute nonetheless. She wasn’t a midget, but she was definitely shorter than the average girl in our class. And she had this really high squeaky voice, which I also thought was cute. Honestly she looked like she was a middle schooler, but yet she was here with the rest of us freshmen. Natalie was a very nice girl. There weren’t really any cliques at my school, but she was quite popular in our class. She was always helping people with all sorts of stuff. Plus she’s pretty smart. I noticed she was one of the few taking notes, but it also seemed she was very bored. I’ll admit that I’ve had a crush on her since eighth grade. I had almost had the courage to ask her to homecoming dance this year, but when I started the conversation with her, I chickened out and just asked her about the previous night’s homework assignment. I continued looking at her and began to examine her clothes. She was wearing a short brown jacket with a white shirt underneath. On the bottom she was wearing a short black skirt. That’s when I noticed something sticking out of the top of her skirt. At first I just assumed they were her panties, but I didn’t think panties are supposed to raise that high. I titled my head forward and tried to get a closer look. Whatever she was wearing it was pink and looked like it had a crinkly texture. It also looked a little thick to be regular panties. Then it occurred to me. Maybe she’s wearing… a diaper? No it couldn’t be possible. What was the chance that there were two teenbabies in that single class? Let me explain. My name’s Darrin and I’m 14. I’m what’s called a teenbaby. That means sometimes I wish I were little again and be a baby. You see one day I was flipping through TV channels and I decided to watch this show called Yes Dear. I had heard of it, but I never had watched it before. The episode was about the two parents potty training their kids. One of the fathers has a dream sequence in which his toddler son is now an adult, but he’s wearing a giant diaper. Then he pees in it. For several days after that I couldn’t stop thinking about that sequence, and I began to wondering what it would be like to wear a giant diaper like that and never be potty trained. I started googling different phrases like “diaper for adults” and “never potty trained.” Mostly I found websites that sold adult-sized diapers. I was amazed how many different kinds there were. I wished I could buy just one to try it, but I didn’t know how my mom would react to that. I also found several parent-support sites with postings from parents about their toddlers who don’t seem to want to or can’t be potty trained. I thought it would be funny if I began wearing diapers and my mom would go to one of those sites saying, “Help, my fourteen-year-old son is too attached to his diapers and refuses to go in the toilet.” Then in one of my searches I found a site called “Diaper Pail Friends.” I explored the site and clicked on many of the sites it linked to and learned all about infantilism. In a couple of weeks I realized that I was also one of these “teenbabies.” I have only once been able to wear a diaper since my discoveries; I was at a family reunion somewhere in Texas and I took a large baby diaper from my cousin’s stroller. It felt weird to wear it, but it also felt very comfortable and relaxing. I didn’t think teenbabyism was very common, and I definitely didn’t think there’d be a second teenbaby in my math class. But it was still possibly. Could Natalie really be wearing diapers? Maybe she actually needed them. I really wanted to ask her about it, but if I was wrong, she’s probably think I was a freak. “Mr. Lavinowitz,” I heard Mr. Carpenter say, “are you still with us?” I broke out of my thought process and looked back up at the teacher. “Um, yes sir.” “Then perhaps you could tell us what x is equal to?” I stared at the problem on the whiteboard not sure at all what I was supposed to do. I decided to just take a random guess. “Um, is it 2?” “Very good, Darrin,” Mr. Carpenter answered to me. “Now class, suppose you have a TI-84 and you want to graph the problem. In that case…” He continued talking, and I looked back at Natalie. Unfortunately her shirt was now covering the top of her skirt. I guess she pulled it down while I was looking up. I continued to think about her. Wouldn’t it be great if she was a teenbaby? There was only one way to find out. I took a Sharpie and an index card from my backpack. Carefully thinking I wrote on the card: “If you’re familiar with the term TB, please IM gravityhart73 tonight sometime between 6 and 9 PM.” Natalie’s backpack was behind her chair, or almost right in front of my legs. While she was looking forward, I stuck the card between one of her notebooks. I expected she’ll find it later and then I’ll find out if she’s really a diaper-wearer or not. |
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