Young Princess

Chapter 1: Goodbye Mommy, Goodbye Daddy

Jason was sad. Jason was always sad, but he usually didn't know why. Today he did. Jason was walking home, his fun mismatched socks that his Mommy had gotten him providing little protection from the gravel road. His lip hurt. A small drop of blood on it's edge dripped down onto his lime green polo as he wiped another stream of tears from his cheeks.

He'd known it was dumb call Ricky out in class, but he just got so mad when Ricky took Brittney's notebook and started scribbling all over her poetry. Sure enough, Jason had only made it around the corner from school when Ricky and Megan, the two biggest jerks at Chickadee Grove Middle School, grabbed him. Megan, at 5'7, towered over Jason's 4'5 frame. She should have been a freshman in high school by now, but was held back, making her big, mean, and not happy when her friend gets in trouble. 

He was used to getting bullied. Jason was easily the most sensitive boy in his age group. Most twelve year olds don't still call their parents Mommy and Daddy. Most don't still wet the bed. Most certainly don't spend  time looking through Mommy's magazines, imaging what it would be like to wear the beautiful flowing sundresses or bright, silky nightgowns. He knew he was weird. The other kids could obviously see it, and if they knew what he thought about in private, things would almost certainly be much worse.

Jason could see his apartment complex coming into view. Mommy and Daddy would buy him new shoes. Mommy would get ice for his lip. It would all feel better soon. He walked up the steps to his second floor apartment, wiping his socks on the mat, and opened the door. Mommy and Daddy were both sitting on the couch, Mommy's feet in Daddy's lap as he massaged them absentmindedly. He noticed Jason first when he walked in.

"Aw, Bud. Not again." Daddy said as he looked at Jason pitifully. Jason's mother swiveled around in her seat and held out her arms for her baby boy. He ran into her arms and sobbed. Through his tears, Jason told his parents about the bullies who knocked him down and took his shoes. 

"Allen, would you grab me some clean clothes for Jason?" Mommy said with a quick peck to her husband, "I'm going to give him a bath." With that, Jason was ushered into the bathroom. It had been at least a year since one of his parents had given him a bath, but he was glad for the attention. Mommy slipped off his shirt and shorts, followed by his socks and underwear, and told him to sit down in the running water. "Jason, you know, if you think you can't handle a week without Mommy or Daddy here, we'll cancel the trip. Nobody would be mad at you."

"No, Mommy. I'll by okay. Ally will be here and I'll call you every day." Jason said with a grin. His cousin Ally would be staying over for the next five days while Mommy and Daddy went on a cruise. They used to have so much fun together, but now that she was 16, Ally did kind of intimidate him and he definitely wasn't looking forward to her finding out that he still wet the bed. Jason had been in Goodnites since his parents stopped diapering him at night around six years earlier and he'd almost never had a dry night. 

Mommy finished bathing her son and had him stand up so she could wrap him in a large towel. Jason giggled like a toddler as his mother tickled him while drying his wet body. Daddy walked into the bathroom and rolled his eyes playfully. "Here Beth. Get this little nudist dressed." He handed her a baggy college t-shirt, a pair of red briefs, and a clean pair of white crew socks. She slipped the shirt over Jason's torso first, it came down to just above his knees, making them both giggle to each other. Then she put on his socks, kissing his toes after each one. Finally she picked up the underwear and looked at them for a second. "Baby, would you rather just wear a Goodnite? We're just gonna change you in a couple of hours for bed." Jason thought for a second. He didn't know why, but the idea kind of made his heart beat faster. Jason nodded to his Mommy and she smiled before grabbing the pull-up bedwetter's diaper from under the sink and sliding it up her preteen sons legs, pulling them fully in place and patting him on the butt.