Katie's Issues: Chapter 4 by Narxn 09/07/00 Writers Note: This is a work of fiction and as such I have taken certain creative liberties in the world. It's just written for fun. Thanks and enjoy! "Katie," Katie's mother told her at dinner that night, "You've probably forgotten, but tomorrow we're going to drive out and stay with your aunt Amanada and cousin Paige for the next few weeks." Katie gaspsed and just managed to avoid dropping the fork full of pasta. "And," her mother continued, "You will be expected to wear your shirt and diapers. I am staying with my descision, you will not be allowed to wear pants unless absolutly neccesary. And since the town that they live in has such a large population of beach goers in the summer, you should be allowed to walk around the streets with your diaper on and no pants, just as if you were wearing a bathing suit." "But...but mom!" Katie stifled, "Why are you doing this to me? It's not fair!" "As I said," snapped her mother, "If you have to wear diapers like a baby I will treat you like one. Babies are not allowed to wear pants, nor do they need them. Therefore, neither do you. And I will not budge on this descision. It is final." she said, pretty much signaling the end of the conversation. They ate the rest of their dinner in silence, but all the while Katie dreaded going to what had once been one of her favourite places to go, though she had not been to her aunt and cousin's house since she was ten. She was frightened by the thought of what her cousin and aunt might think of her diapers, and she was even more afraid about having to wear them around town. Katie brooded over her problem all night. Even when she sat down to watch TV after dinner she was still mulling it over in her head. This was going to be the worst summer EVER! She hated her mother, she decided. It wasn't fair. She was not a baby, it wasn't her fault she had to wear diapers. She wanted to scream at her mother, but she knew that not only would it not get her anything, it would probably end up with her mother spanking her then thinking of some strange and inventive new punishment. That night Katie didn't sleep very well, and she tossed and turned and lay there in her wet and messy diaper all not, uncomfortable but knowing that she would be in trouble if she got up and changed herself. The next morning Katie's mother changed her diaper and helped her pack for their trip. Katie's bag was pretty small because it was filled with mostly shirts and socks, and a few short skirts and one pair of pants. No underwear and no normal pants for her. Her mother put several bags of diapers in the car and brought along the Barbie backpack to use as her diaper bag, on which her mother clearly labled in black marker "Katie's Diaper Bag". Katie found it embarassing, but she thought about the fact that her diaper was pretty visible, sighed, and resigned to the fact that her diaper bag was the least of her worries. After they were all packed and the care was packed up, Katie and her mom headed off in her mom's old station wagon. They drove for about two hours or so before they stopped to at a gas station to change Katie's diaper. Some people looked at them oddly, but there weren't many around and most of them minded their own business, trying not to pay attention to the young teenage girl in the diaper being led around by the hand by her mother. Katie was deeply embarrased, though, when they stopped the second time. It was an hour later and her diaper mercifully did not need to be changed. Instead, they had stopped at a McDonalds in a medium sized highway rest stop for lunch. Katie and her mother entered the McDonalds. Katie's mother made Katie carry her diaper bag on her back as they got out of the car, the crinkling of Katie's diaper partially masked in the parking lot by the sounds of cars, and in the McDonalds by the sounds of people. Katie was wearing a short pink t-shirt, pastel yellow socks, and running shoes, plus, of course, her diaper. When the got in line her mother asked her, "Alright, what do you want for lunch? I'd suggest that you should get a Happy Meal, but that's probably not going to be enough for a girl your age." Katie sighed, "Umm, I think I'll have some chicken nuggets, frys, and a milkshake." she said, rather nervous. "Do you want me to get a seat for us?" She wanted to find some quiet, secluded place to sit so that noone would see or hear her diaper. "No, I think that you should stand here in line with me and carry your order to the table." her mother replied, seeing how long the line was. Katie would have to walk quite a bit, making her diaper crinkle a lot and giving everyone a good look at it. Katie didn't bother trying to protest, she just hung her head and followed her mother. They had been standing in line for a few minutes when Katie became vaugley aware that she was messing herself, but didn't want to tell her mother about it yet, as the woman would probably make quite a big deal of it. Her plan, however, was ruined when from behind her a little girl, no more than four or five said, "Mommy, why is that big girl wearing a diaper and why is it turning green?" The moment Katie heard these words she froze, thought she immediatly heard the girl's mother scold her for being so rude. Everyone that was trying not to look at her looked at her, or at least that's how she felt. She felt her cheeks grow red with embarrasment as her mother turned around and looked at her and said, "Katie, did you just mess your diaper?" Katie had to fight back tears, her mother had said those words loudly. Everyone who hadn't heard or seen her diaper now knew she was wearing one. She whimpered a bit. "Answer me, young lady!" her mother demanded. "Do you, or do you not, need me to change your diaper?" Katie managed to stutter, "Y-yes. I-I need my d-diaper changed." Her mother nodded with satisfaction. "Well," she said, "You're just going to have to stay in a messy diaper until we get our food. And I don't want to hear a word out of you until then." her mother concluded, and Katie just hung her head and helplessly messed, then wet, her diaper, feeling utterly miserable and knowing that she didn't smell to good, either. A couple teenagers laughed and pointed at her, called her a few rude names, but Katie managed to shut them out, wallowing in her own self pity as her mother finally got the food bagged and took her to the washroom to change her diaper. In the washroom, there was another woman changing a 2 year old girl on the change table, so Katie's mother changed her diaper while she was standing up. The woman gave a pitious nod to Katie's mother and asked, "How old is your daughter?" "She's 16 years old," her mother said, then added "Going on 2." The woman nodded again and tickled her daughter as she deftly taped the little girl's diaper on. THe child giggled a bit. "She mentally disabled or something?" "Not really. She has no control over her bowels and bladder and I told her that if she is going to wear diaper like a baby then I am going to treat her like one." her mother answered and the woman replied that that was exactly what she would do if she had a teenager like Katie. Katie's mother untaped her diaper and gently lowering it to the ground beween Katie's feet while she removed wipes from the diaper bag/back pack and wiped Katie's bum and privates clean. She then bundled the diaper up and threw it in the trash can reserved for such things, finally turning around after a minute, leaving Katie exposed to dribble urine on the floor helplessly in front of the other woman, took out a clean diaper and taped Katie into it. She concluded with patting Katie's diapered behind, "There we go. All clean." she said in a childish voice to Katie. Katie blushed in embarrasment again and mumbled something. Katie's mother bid farwell to the other woman, washed her hands, and took Katie, the diaper bag, and their lunches out to the car to eat, as they had to make good time to get to Katie's aunt's house before dinner time. They ate in the car in silence again, Katie listening to her discman and reading a book while munching on her food, trying desperatly to put the embarrasments at the McDonalds behind her. She managed to avoid crying and almost managed to forget what had happened and become absorbed in her current task. And things went like they had before for the next few hours, with the exception of the occasional stops for diaper changes and snacks, the trip was almost normal. They reached Katie's aunt and cousin's house that night just before 5 and the two women, one of them just a little older than Katie, met them when they got out, gaping a bit at Katie's diaper. Paige looked at Katie oddly, "Why the hell are you wearing a diaper?" Katie just shifter one of her feet a bit and blushed. "I have some control problems." she mummbled. Her mother ordered her to speak up. "I can't control my bowels and bladder." she said. "So mom is making me go around in my diaper." Paige and Aunt Amanda nodded. "I think you have the right idea, Mary," said Amanda, refering to Katie's mom. "Embarras the girl a bit and let her know how much trouble she's caused." Katie's mom nodded and smiled a bit. "I told her that if she is going to wear diapers like a baby, then I will treat her like one. And babies don't need pants during the summer time." her mother said, and she fell into chatting about Katie, diapers, and various small talk with Amanda as the two women walked inside. Paige came up to Katie and gaver her condolences, then walked in, leaving Katie standing alone in the driveway, wearing her shirt, a diaper, socks, and shoes and a bright red blush of embarrasement on her face. This is going to be the worst summer ever, she thought.