Game Over: Life's Over

Talk To Me

I had a hard time getting out of bed the few days following my first time wearing diapers. I felt so embarrassed and degraded. Was the point of the mutation just for me to feel depressed all the time?

It felt like it.

The only time I got out of bed was when I needed to be changed. Most of the time, Theo came upstairs to check on me and he would just change me. I didn't need changed as much as we were doing it and I did feel a little bad about wasting so many diapers but I hated being even a little wet, knowing what I was stuck wearing. So Theo would just change me anyway and he never argued or complained.

Sometimes, Theo would come upstairs and stay with me after he changed my diaper for me. He would sit on my bed with me and just watch whatever TV show or movie I had on or sit on the floor and play a game on his phone. He never tried to hold a conversation with me or ask how I was doing. It was clear that I wasn't doing well.

I had to wait until the weekend for Mom to be able to visit. I knew I couldn't take her away from work but I hated having to wait so long to see her. I hated living so far away from her.

Mom came Friday evening to see me. She was still in her work outfit when she walked into my room. She took off her shoes and the blazer she still had on from work and set them over the bag she'd brought. She left them all beside the door.

She walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Hey, sweetie."

I moved over to give her more room. "Did Theo ask you to come?" I was too embarrassed to call Mom and tell her what was going on. I knew she needed to know and I was glad Theo and Eric were willing to fill her in on how I was doing regularly but telling my mother that I was wearing diapers because I couldn't control my bladder was too embarrassing for me to do.

She brushed my hair away from my forehead. "He told me you've been having a difficult time lately. He didn't ask me to come but he did say he thought it would help if you could spend some time with me."

I was glad he called her.

"What did he tell you?"

She leaned back against my pillows in order to put herself at my level. "We talked about some things. He said he's been worried about you lately. Are you not talking to him and Eric about what's going on?"

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. "Why do I have to talk about everything? Why can't I just be depressed and keep stuff to myself?"

"It's not healthy, sweetie."

"So?"

Mom sighed. "I know you don't want to talk about all of this but I think it'll help to get it out. Theo said you met someone at the park last weekend. Why don't you talk to her?"

"Guys don't talk to girls about their problems, Mom."

"I really think it would help you to talk to someone, Jake. At least talk to Theo and Eric."

I sighed. I didn't want to talk to anyone. The whole thing was embarrassing and it felt like no one understood that.

"Tell me about this girl."

I groaned. "I don't wanna talk to you about girls."

"Why not? I just want to know who she is. You don't have to tell me anything more."

"Fine. Her name is Soleil."

"That's a pretty name. Is she nice?"

"I guess so. I mean, she talked to me so that must mean she's nice."

Mom rubbed my arm. "I'm happy you made a friend, sweetie."

I rested my head on her shoulder. "Thanks, Mom."

"Do you want something to eat? I can make whatever you want."

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry."

"Theo said you haven't been eating much."

I sighed. "He really tells you everything, doesn't he?"

"That's only because we care about you. He's been worried about you."

I sat up and pushed the blanket off my legs. "Well, you don't have to freak out. I won't let myself starve."

"That's not why we'd freak out. We really don't like seeing you lay around in bed for days on end. It's not healthy, Jacob."

"I know that. I just... needed some time."

"Tell us that next time, okay?"

I nodded.

Mom sat up and patted my leg. "Let's go eat."

"Um, actually, can you send Theo up when you go downstairs?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you need something, sweetie?"

I felt my face heating up. "Yeah, but... I want Theo to help me."

"Alright. But you do know I'm perfectly capable of helping you, you know. I am your mother, after all."

I smiled. "I know."