Not Quite an Accident
Chapter 12
Cousin Patricia was never
called Patty. It simply did not sound proper. Previously she had been cousin Pat, a much beloved member of Brad’s shrinking circle
of friends. None of his buddies from school could be allowed to see him now,
and he was almost grateful that his mother always answered inquiries about
playing with him with a line about him being sick.
The reason they had fallen
out was that, at some point in his life, Brad had realized she was a girl. This
was around the time she had realized she was a girl. When Patricia had been
younger and Brad had still been a very small child, Patricia was happy just to
have a play mate, but now as she burgeoned on an adolescence that came earlier
and earlier as mass society was marketed to ever younger children, especially
girls, she was beginning to identify herself more as a female, and wanting to
act the part.
That had put an end to
battles between GI Joe and Cobra that had lasted well past dusk, when they
should have come inside. Tadpole catching in the stream behind her house had
also suffered. And from the ashes of what had been their companionship came a
lasting enmity. Patricia chose to base her own maturity upon Brad’s lack
thereof, and to point to the differences between them happily. Brad, of course,
saw her haughtiness as a great bit of nonsense as it was generally agreed upon
in playground debates among boys that everyone knew boys were vastly superior
to their pig tailed counterparts.
The only problem with this
was that Patricia’s mature act had landed her plenty of babysitting jobs, had
always wondered just how she managed to be so good looking after boys his age.
She had never gotten a chance to babysit him, Mia had
a teenage babysitter down the street but she was away for the summer. Patricia
was overjoyed, she’d been looking forward to the chance of showing off how much
of a grown up she was, especially compared to her bay cousin. Brad was soon
settled in the living room where Patricia looked around.
“How come there’s no playpen
Aunt Mia?” She asked curiously.
“Oh I think he’s a bit big
for that.” Mia pointed out, having to expend effort not to add in “for now”.
Brad was glad at his mother sticking up for him.
“It sure would keep him out
of trouble. Little boys are awful for getting in trouble, and one that still
needs diapers is a lot easier to keep out of mischief than a big boy.”
Brad stomped his foot as she
set him down in the middle of the room and moved to the couch without him. His
mother settled in a chair and he started for the couch.
“See, it’d keep him off the
furniture. When they’re in diapers they cant be
allowed to climb around cuz it stretches the diaper
and warps the elastic so leaks are more likely, and that’s especially bad on
furniture. Most play pens are waterproofed on the bottom just for diaper boys.”
She explained as she gathered Brad to her lap before he could get comfortable
on the far corner of the couch away from her.
“I don’t wear diapers at
home!” He complained, glaring at her.
“Lets find out. Hnnn” Patricia took down his overalls expertly and then
held him against her chest while she rose slightly and tugged the overalls off,
revealing the disposable Mia had him in at the doctor’s office. Brad kicked and
complained at this and tried to grab for his pants but a look from his mother
quieted him.
“Looks like a diaper to me,
and it feels kind of mushy too.” Patricia pointed out, squeezing the front
while she kept her free hand around Brad’s waist.
“He wears diapers out of the
house, but I let him stay in trainers when he’s at home because if I don’t he
gets fussy. He’s diapered for naps and bed time though, I hate changing
sheets.” Mia said with a laugh.
“MAH-OOOOM!” Brad cried out as she was telling his cousin entirely
too much.
“It’s okay Braddykins,
I deal with a lot of boys who need to be diapered for naps…. Though
not all of them are so cute in their diapers.” Patricia laughed and
teased him. “Speaking of which I think I should get you out of this one. Would you like a fresh diaper, little cousin Brad?” She
asked condescendingly as she could.
“Trainers!” He said forcefully. A nod from Mia and Patricia knew
her fun was over with the teasing, though she had other things she could do…
and when she was babysitting a diapered boy she was going to have a play pen
set up. Brad might not like it, but she wanted to play on the computer, not
spend all day chasing him around. And she knew from games of tag when they were
younger how fast he could lead a chase!
“Mom how come she’s here?”
Brad asked rather suddenly.
“Because I need some help
looking after you, I haven’t had a lot of mommy time lately and I was getting
cranky. I don’t want to be mean with you Brad, so your cousin is going to help
me look after you if that’s ok.”
“It’s not!” Brad said,
pouting at her and trying his best to ignore Patricia.
“See, I told you he needs a
play pen.” Patricia laughed and squeezed him. Brad pouted up at her as he was
finding it hard to ignore her when she was holding his little self.
“I’ll think about buying one
if you can keep him under control for the week.”
“MOM NO!” Brad screamed, struggling to get free of Patricia’s
grip.
“Brad I don’t want to hear
anymore yelling from you. Your cousin is in charge while I go out to some
stores and I hope you can behave for her.”
As if to emphasize the
necessity of behaving Patricia hefted him up onto his feet and swatted his
crinkly, soggy bottom.
“You heard her little boy.
Now lets get that wet diaper changed. You’re starting
to smell.” She smiled rather enjoying drawing attention to it and waved to Mia
as she left. Brad looked back at his departing mother as he was led off to his
nursery.
Brad found himself laying on the changing table wondering what had happened.
Patricia liked to look down on him, even when they had played together he’d be
the baby when they played house, and he was forced to be the decepticons when they played transformers. And now she
really had him. He felt looked up at the greatly curious smile on her face.
“Lets see how wet you are baby
Brad” She giggled as she said this and pressed her hand firmly between his
legs, feeling the soft squish of his cooling diaper. “Yep, someone definitely
needs a diaper change. Who is it ? Whoooo
is it?” She asked, smiling down at him in the most demeaning way possible. Brad
just pouted up at her and remained quiet.
“You’re cranky aren’t you. I can see why. Let’s get this off your bottom then.”
She tore back the tapes for the diaper and peeled it off him then set about
wiping him up with the diaper still under him.
“Do I need to fold the diaper
back over your penis while I get a fresh one or can you hold it?” She asked,
smiling softly and enjoying the babyish implications.
“I can hold it” Brad said
with a pout at having to answer such a thing. He only wished he could find his
squirt gun so he could make her see what it felt like to be all wet... Just
like in the water battles they’d used to have with his old super soaker in the
summer.
“My, what a big boy you are.”
Patricia teased before she flopped the cold wet diaper
back over his penis anyhow and went to fetch a new one along with some powder.
“So how did you end up
looking like such a baby anyhow?” She asked as she picked up one of his thick
night time diapers.
“I don’t wear those during
the day mom said so!” Brad said rather authoritatively, the fact that his
mother had said it meant that it held some weight.
“Oh alright, what do you want
to wear then?” Patricia asked, skillfully countering him.
“Underwear…” He murmured.
“I don’t think so Brad. What
do you wear during the day, ask nicely. You know I can spank you if you don’t
want to behave.” She smiled sweetly.
“Can you put me in my
training pants?” Brad asked with a defeated sigh.
“Of course Braddykins. “
She smiled brightly and grabbed a pair from the drawer and coming back to stand
overtop him.
“First we’ll get you powdered
up so you don’t smell like pee, then Nanny Patricia can get you into your
little training pants. Would you like that Braddy?”
She gave that usual sweet condescending smile and Brad pouted all the more. Why
was she being so mean?
“You’re not my nanny! You’re
not even that much older than me!” He said angrily, watching her hold the baby
powder at the ready.
“Shush, your mom left me in
charge and that means you can call me nanny. Especially if
you want your diapers changed on time!”
“Trainers!” Brad said, sulking miserably. Patricia just nodded
and rolled her eyes. Boys could be so fussy.
“Whatever you say, baby. Sit
still while I get you powdered up.” She sprinkled the powder into her hands and
then rubbed it in, rather than sprinkling it everywhere which could get it into
the air. Brad blushed as she carefully rubbed it over his damp penis and then
wiped the excess powder over his tummy.
“Alright Brad hop down.” She
said, holding the trainers out and guiding his legs into them. As he hopped
down off the table she pulled them up, getting them on snugly.
“There now that wasn’t so
bad. Now I think you should tell me how you ended up wetting the bed again and
having accidents during the day.” She smiled. This was going to be a fun story.
“My mom decided to make me
wear training pants.” He said. Sadly that was the least embarrassing way he
could put it.
“Uh huh…” Patricia muttered,
deciding to make a note to ask her aunt about this before looking back to Brad.
“Ok sit in your room and play
with your Legos for a while, I need to get back to
important grown up stuff.” She said in her most condescending manner.
“You’re not a grown up” Brad
said disbelievingly.
“More than you are.” Patricia
sneered as she went back to the computer. Brad just pouted and moved to get dressed, he wasn’t going to hang around her without anything
covering his trainers, that was for sure!
Brad had been playing for a
while when he realized he needed to wet, and smiled as he saw an advantage of
having Patricia around.
“Nanny Patricia” He said as
respectfully as he could. “I need to pee”.
“Well go potty then.” She
muttered as she clicked out an instant messenger window.
“Ok” He scurried off to the
bathroom and smiled as he stood and used the toilet like a big boy for the
first time in a long while. He smiled proudly as he stood up and tugged his
dungarees and training pants down, enjoying the rumbling gurgle as he peed into
the toilet, the bowl amplifying the sound. It was loud and rude, a most
masculine enterprise… and it attracted Patricia’s attention.
“Brad, don’t you have a potty
to go on?” She asked.
“I am” He said with a giggle,
trying to act innocent.
“I think I saw a little blue
plastic baby potty with a pee guard in your nursery. Isnt
that where your mommy wants you to pee?” Brad looked to her in wonderment. How
did she know this?
“I guess so…” He muttered
with a soft pout.
“Well ok then. If you don’t
want your mom to know you broke the rules you’re going to take a nap.” She
smiled and then sighed as she looked at the state of him. “Oh look at you, you
didn’t even wipe!” She said disgustedly. She knelt down and swatted his thighs
apart, daring him to try to interfere as she dabbed at his pee hole with a baby
wipe.
“Step out of your pants” She
said calmly. Brad complied, knowing he was at a disadvantage. “Okay, I’ll be
good… But do I really gotta get a nap?” He pouted.
“Yes, let’s go get your
diaper on and I’ll put you down to rest.” She couldn’t help but smile at his
cute way of pouting as she led him back to the nursery.
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As she drove home from the
store Mia felt rather bad about leaving Brad to beg to be changed by his hated
cousin, but it was a lesson she wanted him to learn. Brad had to start to see
all women as superior to him as care givers and disciplinarians, and that
included girls old enough to take responsibility for him. He didn’t like
Patricia, but she was a good babysitter, and Brad had to get used to things he
didn’t like.
However, despite the added
help that Patricia offered there was still going to be that adjustment period.
For instance, Mia didn’t expect a six-year-old in a wet diaper and jammies to fly at her as soon as she got in the door.
“Hi mommy nap times over can
you change me?”
“Hi baby, and no, Patricia’s
looking after you and mommy needs to put her shopping away.” She replied
evenly.
Mia swatted his wet bottom
and sent him off to play with Patricia and ask her to change him. Brad tugged
on her shirt while she sat on the computer playing…. His mom would never let
him on there but for some reason Patricia wasn’t allowed. She wasn’t that much
older than him was she?
“Hey Patricia, mom said I
could play on the computer.” He stated as though this were reasonable.
“No, she didn’t” Patricia
retorted with a tired sigh.
Brad just pouted at how
easily she saw through him and went back to what he had originally gone to her
for.
“Uh mom said you had to
change me too…” He said, even less sure of himself now.
“She didn’t say that either,
did she Brad?” Patricia asked as she swirled the computer chair to face him.
“Well uh…” He managed.
Patricia muttered something about boys being boys and reached a hand to his
shoulder to move him towards her. Brad felt her tug the diaper with one finger
and slide another into the waist band.
“Well you are wet, but I
think it can wait. Go play outside until I finish chatting ok?” She asked as
she patted him on his head. She usually looked on him as an annoyance, but
seeing him in his wet diaper and little jammies,
caring for her cousin like a baby again was making more tender feelings come
back as she remembered when he had been like her favorite doll, before he had
wanted to do all this boy stuff.
Brad for his part glared at
her and stomped off to the yard. He played in the sand box for a bit before he
spotted a piece of bright green tubular plastic sticking out of it. “This
belongs in a museum!” He thought to himself and began to carefully excavate it.
He saw Patricia occasionally peek through the curtains at him as he dusted off
the sand from the ancient treasure, and each time he’d stop his work. If the
Nazis saw what he was up to and acquired the artifact, they might…. Uh…. Melt their faces off? He wasn’t sure, but his play was
distracting him from the wet diaper.
Brilliant colors soon emerged
from the sand, orange and white… and he giggled with delight. This artifact had
been lost for ages, and now it had been rediscovered. Preservation was
necessary. He grabbed up a truck and, when his guard in the window stopped
looking again he loaded the precious cargo on and began a race towards the
spigot where he could clean off the item and properly catalogue it archemologically. He had to bash a few Nazis off the side
on the way, and managed to leave them all in the sandbox. Brad washed off the
old squirt gun and then filled it up, returning to the sandbox to wait
patiently. Maybe now Patricia would know what it felt like to be wet.
“Brad I can change your
little peepants now if you want.” She said with a
smile as she came out of the house. She felt a bit bad for leaving him like
that even though most parents knew that a good overnight diaper like the
huggies he was wearing could safely hold multiple wettings. She looked down at
him just sitting there, immediately getting suspicious. “What are you doing?”
Brad’s answer came with a
stream of water, dampening her shirt and pants in places as he giggled and
deadpanned “No ticket.”
Patricia looked down at him
angrily as though she were about to hit him, but that
would be childish, and besides he really was just playing.
“Give me that you brat!” She
exclaimed, reaching for the squirt gun and getting sprayed in the face for her
troubles.
Mia soon came out, drawn from
her relaxation by the commotion and seeing the wetness on someone who shouldn’t
be wet, and the big boy toy in her baby’s hands… One
which she had never liked in the first place…
“Bradley!” She said in a
voice that made it clear he was in trouble. Brad dropped the gun and turned to
his mommy, mouth open in surprise.
“Over here now! You’re going
to get the spanking of your life and you can stay in that diaper all day until
Patricia decides to change you. Honestly Brad, what’s gotten into you!?” She
grabbed him up and made him look at her, but was surprised to find Patricia
calming her as Brad began to whimper and cry, not having much of an explanation
other than that Patricia was mean. He was even more surprised than Mia at what
happened next.
“Aunt Mia don’t be so hard on
him, he was bad but that’s what little boys do, its
our fault really for leaving toys like this lying around and not babyproofing the house better.” She smiled and stroked
Brad’s back as he looked to her.
“You might be right.” Mia
said softly, looking down at her whimpering son. “Ok Brad be good the rest of
the day and listen to your babysitter. Patricia and I are going to be thinking
about what big-boy privileges you can still enjoy.” She said with that usual
ominous tone. Brad turned to his savior, not worried about what might happen in
the future as long as he wasn’t being spanked now, but the grin on Patricia’s
face made a tinge of fear cloud the relief he’d been feeling. It didn’t take
her long to have a chance to prove to Mia what a baby he was, and to prompt
that discussion regarding his big boy privileges.
Patricia already looked upon
herself as better than most boys, and this was an example of the basis for her
logic. Brad had chosen to misbehave and play with things he shouldn’t even have
just because he wanted them, even though he knew they’d be taken away after.
She on the other hand, was patient and didn’t try to overstep herself. She was
a fairly agreeable babysitter for a few days after that incident, and was quite
pleased indeed when Mia bought her a new blouse and showed her what else she
had purchased at the store.
Patricia had read in an
ancient history class that when man, or in her view women, first formed
societies, that the males had done the hunting and the women had been in charge
of gathering and farming. The men would kill and hunt whenever they had the
opportunity and have a feast if they were successful, glutting themselves. The
women bided their time, set away what they gathered for the winter, and
patiently watched their seeds come to fruit. Just as she was
now doing.
The chance had finally come
to pay him back for the ruined blouse, and Brad was largely responsible for it
this time as he stole a block that she needed to finish a project she’d
promised to get done with him. “Give me that Lego, brat, so I can finish this
stupid castle and get back before the commercials are over.” She said rather
bitterly.
“Nuh
uh” Brad said with a giggle. If she didn’t finish her castle she’d have to play
longer and he was starting to enjoy having a playmate again.
“Give it to me!” She said
more forcefully. She began to grab at his hands to get it out of them, but when
she finally snatched one it was empty and she watched the hand holding the
final piece go to his mouth. Brad laughed around the toy.
“Cont guddit
now” he teased around the block.
“Spit that out you’re going
to choke on it!” She said, and not just to get the lego
back now either, she was a bit worried for him.
“Nuh
uh,” he said, enjoying the battle of wills.
Patricia wasn’t up for a protracted
fight and it took her no time to haul him into her lap and get her legs around
his. “Spit it out!” She commanded more loudly. She could hear Mia coming now.
Brad tried to escape as best she could and she knew the more excited he got the
more likely he was to choke. Patricia had learned the Heimlich maneuver in
school and she thought it might work on him preventatively. Her arms formed a
ring around his stomach and then jerked inwards. The Lego came
flying out of his mouth along with his breath and landed on the floor in a
puddle of spit. Right at his mother’s feet.
“Oh Brad! Look at you! You
could have choked to death! Patricia was right, no more big
boy toys for you, you’re too much of a baby!” She scolded, picking him up and
holding him to her. Brad couldn’t manage any kind of response, he just cried
softly as his mother praised Patricia for her vigilance. Patricia smirked and
spoke to Mia as she came over to help soothe her baby cousin.
“You know this just proves we
need to start babyproofing the house aunt Mia.”
“You’re right,
I should have listened to you in the first place. Can you go set up the play
pen while I calm him down?” Mia asked in reply as she got Brad settled on her
hip.
“Sure, and I’ll get out the
other things too!” Patricia grinned and skipped off downstairs. Brad really was
going to be her baby doll again now!