Life with a Fetish, Part 1 Summary: Can love compete with a fetish, a strong fetish? Can people cope with the fetish? Can you live without love or people for your fetish? I think not. But can Simon? PS: This part is just setting up the plot. Not all codes apply. CHAPTER 1: “What day do you not consider beautiful? Is it the day when all you know is at an end. When this era of your life is done, and your entering into chaos.” The bell rings, school is out. “Okay, class, we’ll finish reading tomorrow,” the teacher said, knowing no one was listening. Simon, AKA Oreo, was the nerd in the class. His skin complexion black, and his personality white. His extremely tall body never had combed hair, and he always scratched bodies with his gang- green colored elongated fingernails. No one really knew Simon as he often kept secrets. For one, he had a crush on a girl named Sarah. Second, he had just developed a fetish for diapers. He had not yet worn them to school because he was embarrassed to be seen in the locker room. He also didn’t tell his devout Christian parents, for fear of isolation. But he woke up every morning knowing as long he would keep it a secret he could go home everyday and play with himself as he looked at his body with only a diaper on, and that’s what kept his engine running. He ran out of class, not because he wanted to go home, but he wanted to catch up with Sarah. “Sarah, wait up!” He exclaimed. “Oh Simon, it’s you,” Sarah said in a “I don’t want to talk to you because you’re a nerd voice”. But Sarah, also a devout Christian, always told herself “what would Jesus do?” every time she felt like slapping someone. “So……. Did you enjoy school today?” Simon asked. “It was okay.” “Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?” “We’re finishing that stupid story tomorrow, I think. And I know we’re not dressing for gym tomorrow.” “Really! We’re not?!” “Yah, thank goodness. I couldn’t take another moment of Mr. What’s-His- Name-Face.” “That means that I can wear my…..” “Wear your what?” “Oh, nothing.” “Well I’ve got to go. See ya tomorrow, Simon.” “Why do you have to go?!” “Because…………. I live here.” Simon looks in awe at Sarah’s house. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” “Yah, my dad’s a pastor. He says it’s a gift from the God. My mom says the mortgage company was really generous when it came to our rent.” Simon laughs outrageously. “I didn’t mean to be funny.” “Oh, okay then. See you tomorrow.” “Same to you.” Simon walks away. “Nerd,” Sarah says softly under her breath. Simon opens the door to his parent’s house finding that there is no one there. He walks to fridge finding a not from his dad saying: -Dear Simon, We need to talk when you get home about something really important. Sincerely, Dad.- “Oh no, has he found out!” Simon mumbles to himself worried. He runs to his room to find that everything was the way he left it. He soon proceeds to take all of his clothes off and tapes a diaper on himself. Today he felt like baby diapers knowing tomorrow he would feel like Goodnites, and then the next day adult diapers. Just when he’s about to masturbate, he hears the door unlock. He quickly hides his diaper under a pair of sweats and goes to great his mother and father at the door. His four-year old brother Andrew, a bed wetter runs in. Following him is his neglected seven-year old sister Jennifer taunting Andrew about his bed wetting. “Shut up!” Andrew yelled. “Bed wetter, bed wetter, bed wetter,” followed Jennifer. “Stop calling me that!” “Do you want me to change your diaper?” “Stand in the corner young lady, we don’t allow that kind of behavior in this house,” said Simon’s mother grabbing Jennifer by the arm. “Son, let’s go somewhere quieter and talk,” Simon’s dad said. “Okay, dad,” Simon responded. Making there way to the dining room his dad closed the door. “So what do want to talk about, dad?” “Son, I fear we’re growing apart.” “What makes you think that?” “Well you know with Andrew and Jennifer being a handful at this stage in their lives we haven’t spent that much time together.” “Well then what do you want to do?” “How about we go down to the lake on Saturday and do some manly fishing?” “Sounds great.” “Okay, that’s all I needed to talking to about.” As Simon gets up to leave the table his dad add a quick note. “Son, just to let you know. I’m always here if you need anything. You can tell me anything.” “I know dad, I know.”