From: theabz@gnn.com (Me) Subject: ~Story: My Step Mom Date: Thu, 09 May 1996 23:09:51 My Step Mom By THE ABZ Chapter One- A New Beginning I was happy when my dad remarried, because it made him happy. But after the first week, I wasn't sure how I felt about it anymore. My real mom died giving birth to me, so I had never had a mother, and had no idea what a mom really did, but I soon found out what this one did. The very first night things started to get strange. It was a little after 9, almost my bedtime. I was in my room, with the door shut changing into my bedclothes. All of a sudden, the door swings open, and in walks my new mom. I'm standing there in just my underpants in shock, because dad had never come in without knocking. I held my sweat pants up to my waist to hide my almost naked body. "yes?" I asked in a slightly aggravated tone. In a soft and sweet tone of voice she said, "I came to dress you for bed" I dropped my sweats in shock and stammered "B..B...But I'm nine years old, I can dress my...myself" "I am sure you can, but from now on you will not, I am your mother now, and I intend to take care of my little boy." I had to admit, the idea of being cared for by a mother did appeal to me, but still, I can dress myself! But before I could say anything, She came over, kneeled down and picked up my sweats. When she was looking back up at me she noticed them. "Honey, Where do you keep your 'clean' underpants, I'd say this pair needs to come off!" I pointed to my dresser, and she went over and started sifting through my underwear drawer. "Are these clean??" She asked surprised. I told her they were and she held up a pair. "Then how come every single pair has a yellow stain in the front, including the pair you have on now?" I was more than a little embarrassed and had hoped that this would never come up. "I..uh...I kinda leak a little" I said staring at the floor so as not to have to look at her. It wasn't my fault, my doctor said I just had a leaky pipe and I always would. She shrugged it off, and choosing the cleanest pair came back over to me. She moved me back a little until I was standing near the edge of my bed. Again she knelt down to my level, and pulled my underpants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and by her request sat on the edge of the bed. She threaded my legs through the leg holes of the 'clean' pair and started to pull them up, stopping at my knees. "My, your all red and broken out" she said looking at my private area. "I get that a lot, it's no big deal" I told her, trying to get her to drop the subject. "Is that because you wear damp underpants all day?" She asked sympathetically. I stared at the floor again "Yes" She sighed a little and then told me to stand back up so she could pull my underpants the rest of the way up. Then she had me step into my sweats and they too were pulled up for me. A matching T-shirt was lowered over me as she asked me to sit down again. She started to put a sock on my left foot, when I yanked my leg away. "I don't wear socks to bed, they make my feet hot" She looked me right in the eyes and said matter-of-factly "You have to wear something on your feet, so you don't catch cold" Now it was me that sighed as I moved my foot back to where she could put the sock on me, and then the other foot. "Okay, now come downstairs with me" I had expected to get right into bed from there "For what?" She looked at me and smiled "For your bedtime snack" I jumped out of bed and followed right behind her downstairs. I ran past dad in the living room "hi dad" and into the kitchen where a plate of cookies and a glass of milk were sitting on the table for me. I drank the milk and ate the cookies, including all the crumbs that fell into the plate, then headed back to my room, kissing dad on my way by. I was half way up the stairs when I first noticed my new mom was behind me again, I shrugged it off and kept walking. She followed me into my room and tucked me in after I had climbed into bed. I felt so warm and nice after I had been tucked in, I wiggled down a little further under the blankets, and rolled onto my side to go to sleep. My new mom leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, which I didn't mind. Then she left, leaving the door open about 3 inches. I was laying there for about ten minutes when all of a sudden, I started to cry, and I really didn't know why. I felt better than I had in a long time, but I was still crying. I cried myself to sleep, but not before peeling my left sock off with my right foot, and then the right with my left foot. To Be continued