Step-Brother to Step-Baby

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17
As he walked towards the car, each of Mikey's heartbeats resonated in his chest like a drumbeat of mounting anxiety.

Hidden under his clothes, the nappy's bulk was impossible to ignore. Its substantial presence felt like an intrusive companion, asserting itself against his skin with every move he made.

For years, he'd cultivated an image of relaxed confidence arrogance, effortlessly navigating social landscapes as if he were invincible.

But now, that self-assured persona felt like it was crumbling, replaced by a version of himself he hardly recognized.

Each step felt laborious, as though he were wading through a quicksand of dread and self-doubt. The world outside, once a stage for his bravado, now seemed a daunting expanse of potential embarrassment and shame.

When he finally reached the car, a brief glimmer of relief washed over Mikey. He had navigated the first hurdle without being seen by anyone.

But his moment of satisfaction vanished as quickly as it came. Alison steered him to sit in the backseat, flanked by Katie and Lucy.

Automatically, his hand moved toward the seatbelt, but Alison interrupted.

"Wait, let your sisters buckle you in."

The remark hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only was he in a nappy, but now he was also being denied the basic autonomy of securing his own seatbelt.

Stripped even of this small adult prerogative, Mikey felt the scope of his autonomy shrinking by the second.

Sitting in his seat, Mikey felt a growing sense of impatience as he waited for the click of the seatbelt that never seemed to come.

Across from him, Lucy and Katie locked eyes and smirked. The pause was intentional, a detail Alison had coordinated with them.

By drawing out this simple act, they subtly underscored their own control over the situation, reminding him that things would proceed when they chose, not when he wished.

After what seemed like an eternity for Mikey, his youngest step-sister, Lucy, leaned across him to reach for the seatbelt.

With deliberate and slow movements, she clicked the belt into its latch, pulling it snug against him. She then humiliated him further by speaking to him like a little boy.

"There we go, Mikey's all safe and ready to go."

"Wait just a minute," Rosie said, swiveling around from the front passenger seat, her timing impeccably synchronized with the moment Mikey was strapped in.

"You'll need this, too," she announced, pulling a pacifier complete with a strap and clip from her purse. Mikey felt his heart sink.

He had begrudgingly accepted the humiliation of the nappy, comforting himself with the thought that it was relatively hidden. But a pacifier?

That was a whole new level of public embarrassment that would only serve to draw even more attention to him and the nappy's bulky outline.

This was his line in the sand; he couldn't allow it to go any further.

But before he could even articulate his refusal, Rosie had already lodged the pacifier between his lips. Pinned between Katie and Lucy, their seatbelts securely fastened, he felt like a cornered animal.