MICHEAL POV
My diaper fits snuggly, and I love it.
Wait, my diaper? I don't love it.
My head spins, a sharp pain hitting my temples.
Oh my head hurts. I wobble a little, hands going under my arms stabilize me.
"Are you okay sweets?" Amelia's voice makes my ears ring as I try to gather my surroundings.
I'm in my room, but why is Amelia here? Did I sleep too long? Vague memories of Daniel helping me, and them both...playing? Playing with me?
"My head." I groan and as I speak something falls out of my mouth
"I'll get you some meds when we get downstairs sweets." I nod and look down. Is that a pacifier?
"Was that in my mouth?" I question Amelia, and she has a confused look on her face.
"Yes—"
"I said I didn't want it!"
"Calm down Micheal, I didn't put it in there. You've had it in for a while, you've been using it." Amelia talks calmly.
"No I didn't, don't lie to me!" I wouldn't never use something like that of my own free will. I pick up a foot and stomp on it without thinking. The plastic breaks under my weight.
"Micheal! We do not destroy things in this house. I am not lying to you, I came back from a shower and you were using it in the den with Daniel. Do you not remember?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe?" Fragments of memories that feel like dreams come back to me. Guilt from breaking the paci gnaws at my stomach as well as...sadness? I was sad that I broke the paci?
"I know this is a different environment then what you're used to but you were doing so well, and even if you haven't fully adjusted yet you need to try to follow the rules. Ten minutes in the corner for yelling and breaking the pacifier." Amelia stays kind to me but authoritative, something in me tells me not to argue with her. I don't listen.
"What? You're not serious?" I ask almost bewildered.
"I am Micheal, I wish I could be easier on you, but for you to acclimate I have to enforce the rules."
"I don't need to acclimate, I don't need rules—" I try to state my claim, the talking just hurts my head more.
"Yes you do, every child should have structure in their home, our rules will give you the structure that you need."
"This isn't my home!" I know it's a cheep shot, and I know I've lost the argument but I can't stop myself from saying those hurtful words.
"I know it's not," Amelia talks softly, hurt in her eyes, "but Daniel and I are trying to help you make it your home."
I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water for a few seconds before giving up and hanging my head. "Ten minutes?" I ask, resigning myself to the punishment.
"Only ten, you can come out when the ringer goes off." I nod my head and go to stand in the corning. I go to take a step but something feels off. I take another step and feel a waddle to my gait.
A put a hand to where my groin should be but I only feel a thick fabric, it crinkles under my touch. A flash of a dream goes through my head, one where I was on the changing—dresser and Amelia was putting a diaper on me.
She didn't?
I look over at the dresser and where they used to not be anything now lays a white and blue striped cushion. Something big enough for me to lay on. The exact same thing I was laying on in my dream.
"You put a diaper on me?" I ask, a little hurt.
"Daniel decided to diaper you for your nap, as you've wet the bed the past few nights. He didn't think the pull-up would hold, you used it again when we were downstairs. Using it during the day means you have to wear one." I used it while I was awake? I don't remember that, hell I barely remember the past couple of hours.
"But tomorrow, I start school" What have I done? I can't go to school, especially a new one, wearing fucking diapers. It's not going to happen, I won't walk into a school with a diaper on.
"We might make an exception, I don't know, I'll have to talk to Daniel."
"But—"
Amelia cuts me off, "Ten minutes, Daniel is wearing for us downstairs." She end all conversation and points to the corner. I walk—no waddle over there, my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How did I end up here?
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The adoption (regression)
RandomMicheal lost his parents at the age of 7 and had been floating around foster homes since then. What happens when he meets the Jones'. Will they take on his difficult attitude and treat him as their own? Or will he be sent away again?
