This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,
I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes
as each picks up were the previous left off.
Simon’s Journal -
Volume I
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
Thirteen
Nights – After the Crusade
ADMONITION:
The
following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and
characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and
twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals
living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!
WARNING:
The
following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual
content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and
exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle
tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to
read.
Simon's Journal
Volume III
Thirteen
Sails
Adventures Abound
Written by Danny
Cut
to the quick
I think I am going to stop journaling at this
point because Lowell and Jamie are both awake and climbing down from their bunk.
Wow, I can’t believe I spent all night writing.
“Whoa baby! Someone’s got a messy diaper!”
I only chuckled as I saved what I was working
on.
“You’ve been up all night haven’t you?” he
asked giving me a wonderful squeeze.
I nodded, “Guess I lost track of time.”
“How’d you sleep?” I asked.
“Great! And I’ve never felt better!” He said
yawning and stretching but then he quickly said, “No wait...” paused a moment
then cut a long loud juicy sounding fart. “Now I’ve never felt better!” he said
laughing at his own joke.
I heard Jamie’s feet hit the floor with a
thump. He came over and hugged both Lowell and I.
“I think someone forgot to go to sleep again
last night.” Jamie said.
“HEY!” Jamie shot back, “I was curious!”
“You’re sick dude! You know that, right?” I
said listlessly to Jamie.
“Well, I think someone’s going to need a nap
after bit!”
Jamie quickly backed away from the two of us
and exclaimed, “Peeeew! Which one of you smells like something crawled out of
you and died?”
In unison Lowell and I pointed at one another
and said, “Him!”
“Well whichever one of you did it,” Jamie
started to say while holding his nose, “you better see a doctor ‘cause that
smell is not normal!”
I turned in my chair, put my hands on my
knees and said, “Like you’d know anything about being normal!”
Jamie’s
comeback was simply to wave the two of us off and head for the door. As he
reached for the knob he stopped and looked over at the two of us, “You coming?”
“I’m just going to finish this off then I
think I need to get changed.” I said to him.
And right on queue in walked my mom looking
like she had been up for hours already. Jamie jumped a good three feet in the air
and squealed like a girl hopped up on helium.
“Morning boys!” she cooed not realizing that
she’d just given Jamie a near heart attack.
“What the heck was that?” I asked Jamie with
a laugh.
His only comment was, “What?”
“Morning mom!” Jamie said while giving Lowell
and me the evil-eye.
After the note he struck there at the end
dogs in Europe were howling and the penguins in
“Dude!” Jamie said while covering his ears,
“Don’t give up your day job!”
Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek as she made
her way over to the bed to get Lowell and my brother out of their wet diapers.
“Good morning my dear sweet boy!” she whispered into my ear.
Yawning I answered back, “G’morning mom!”
One by one mom stripped us out of our wet
diapers and since I was the only one of us that had a load it took a bit
longer. The guys waited patiently for her to wipe my bottom, well at least most
of it, and then the three of us were sent to have a bath. Let me tell you, we
sure needed it too; between the three of us we were producing enough stink that
even I was being gagged by it.
It was kind of crowded but the three of us
got in the tub together anyway. We took turns getting under the shower and Jamie
carefully washed my back for me. As I was washing my hair I felt something
gritty. I gave a small giggle and said, “I still got sand in my hair.”
What I hadn’t known was that mom was walking
past the bathroom door at that very second and heard what I’d said. She came in
and took charge of washing us while investing extra time in washing my long
hair.
“You know Simon...” Jamie started to say.
I read his thoughts and before he could
finish I snapped at him with a firm, “NO!” I also made sure to give him a good,
solid poke in the gut... I mean just for good measure.
Jamie giggled, “Let me finish first!” and he
started to punch my arm but thought better of it seeing how mom was right
there. It was actually kind of humorous because he had already balled up his
fist and was in mid-swing when he realized that he probably shouldn’t do it. So
he tried to play it off by flexing his fingers and then running them threw his
hair.
“Yeah you better not!” I warned while wagging
a finger in his face.
“But,” he tried once more to say what he
wanted but I snapped at him again. “No!” However this time I didn’t poke him
He took in a deep breath and in one quick run-together
sentence he said, “You-could-get-a-hair-cut-but-still-have-it-kind-of-long.”
If mom hadn’t just shoved me under the water
to rinse my hair I probably would have come back with more then just, “Stow it
dork-boy!”
Jamie continued despite my resounding
opposition. “I mean get it styled in a cool guy’s sort of way.”
Growling slightly I once again said, “No!”
“You could look more like a boy and less like
a girl.” Jamie added and I knew he was only teasing but I guess
Mom got after both of them. “
I was beginning to get the feeling that I was
being ganged up on when
“Then he’d look like the bride of
Frankenstein you nimrod!” Jamie said which got me to laugh and made shampoo get
in my eyes.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” I squealed, “Mom it burns! It
burns!”
“Well what did you open your eyes for?” She
said trying to wipe my eyes with the wet washcloth while holding my head under
the running shower water.
I continued to groan and complain for another
minute until mom had me tilt my head back to allow clean water to flow into my
eyes.
“Better?” she asked.
“Way better!” I answered trying to rub my
eyes while still under the water.
“Stop rubbing them or you’ll get soap in them
again.” Mom said pulling my hands away from my face.
“Whoa dude, your eyes are like soooo red!”
Mom left me in the bathtub to soak a little while
longer while she took Jamie and Lowell to my room to get them re-diapered. So I
took the opportunity to relax a bit and turned the knob a bit more toward hot.
At first the hotter water kind of stung against my sun backed skin and the
healing wounds on my back but then I really started to get into it. Oh man it
felt so dang good!!!
She returned a few minutes later with a
disposable diaper in one hand and a hairdryer in the other. After getting me
dried off with a towel she had me lie on the towel right there on the bathroom floor
while she diapered me. She then had me stand with my back to her while she sat
on the toilet lid to blow my hair dry and comb out all the tangles.
“I’m still seeing some sand next to your
scalp.” She said.
“Probably going to take just as long to get
it all out as last time huh?” I said referring to how my hair was when I’d
first returned home.
“If it was that bad again I would hold you
down and shave your head myself!” she said running a fingernail over my ribs.
“Hey no fair tickling!” I objected.
I didn’t say anything for a while but instead
I just stood there while mom brushed my hair and blew it dry. Mom says that you
shouldn’t blow-dry your hair too often as it causes split ends and can make
your hair brittle but I’m glad she offered to do it this time cause the hot
hair from the hair drier after that hot shower made me feel even more relaxed.
While she worked I guess I was mostly thinking
of what Lowell and Jamie had said in the tub. I mean I suppose that if I were
to just get it cut a little, so that it wasn’t quite so long and so much work
to keep brushed then I would still have longer hair but not crazy long.
“Mom?” I said kind of sheepishly.
“Yes?” she answered but I could tell that she
was concentrating on her work.
But I couldn’t say it so instead I said,
“Never mind.”
She stopped brushing and spun me around so
that I was facing her; however she had to move my hair out of my face to be
able to look me in the eyes.
“What is it?” she asked in a sweet soft
voice.
I couldn’t get my eyes away from hers and I
guess that was how I got the courage to say, “Do you think I look like a girl?”
The words came out so soft and mumbled that I
doubted she had even understood me.
“Of course I don’t.” she said rubbing my chin.
“I think you are very hansom.”
After another moment of thought I said the
words that were some of the hardest words I’d ever had to say. “Do you think
that maybe if I only got a little cut off then it wouldn’t be so hard to care
for all the time?”
She leaned forward and kissed my lips, “Baby
if you want to leave your hair just like it is then that is fine with me. I
don’t mind brushing it or helping you take care of it. But if you’re thinking
about getting it cut then you need to be extra sure that’s what you want to do.
Once it’s cut, it can’t be glue back on.”
When I didn’t respond mom gently turned me
back around and continued brushing. After a while Lowell and Jamie returned to
the bathroom looking like they were up to something.
“What have you boys been doing in there so
quietly?” Mom said suspiciously.
“It looks kind of the way the men wore their
hair back in colonial days only longer.” Mom said while scanning the image.
“Maybe you can do yours like that too?” Jamie
said however the way he said it this time was different, like maybe he wasn’t
really making fun of me but was trying to be helpful.
“Well we can try it now without even having
to cut any off.” Mom offered.
I didn’t speak; I only nodded my willingness
to try.
It didn’t take mom very long to braid my hair
and when she was done she used a black hair band to keep the ends from coming unbraiding.
When I looked in the mirror I was kind of
stunned; I mean it looked really cool the way she had done it. Instead of
pulling my hair behind my ears she had just pulled it all back so that my ears
were covered and started the braid where my head connects to the back of my
neck. Even still my braided tail extended down past the edge of my diaper.
I hadn’t noticed that Jamie and Lowell had
gone back to the bedroom so they hadn’t seen it yet.
“What do you think?” mom asked.
“I think I like it.” I said quickly.
What I thought was cool was how fat and flat the
braided tail was. It didn’t look girly at all; as a matter-of-fact it reminded
me of a dragon’s tail... well sort of.
“What?” Mom asked when I’d stopped swinging
it around and was intently staring at my reflection.
Sort of thinking out loud I asked, “Do you
think it is still too long?”
“Do you want to try taking a couple inches
off?” Mom asked very hesitantly.
She turned me sideways so I could see how it
fell across my back and then she showed how much she thought I should cut off.
“About that much?” she asked.
“Do you think that would be good?” I asked
back.
“Baby it is up to you but we can try that
much and see how you like it.” She said.
I pushed the bathroom door completely closed
and locked the two of us in. “Ok,” was all I said.
Mom took the hair cutting scissors out of the
vanity drawer and had me stand sideways again. She put the scissors in place
and before cutting she asked, “Is right there good?”
“Yeah,” I said with a cracking voice.
Holding my tail in one hand she cut about
three inches off.
“Now hold still,” She said, “let me get
another hair tie on the end so it doesn’t come undone.”
I stood looking at the hair lying on the
floor which she had just cut off. It was still wrapped with the black hair band
and to be honest it didn’t look like very much hair at all. When I looked in
the mirror it didn’t seem like she had taken anything off even though I knew
she had.
“It looks the same.” I said sturdily.
Mom let me take it in for a bit before
asking, “Do you like it like that then?”
“Um, do you think we should do a little
more?” I asked even though I wasn’t feeling too confident about it.
The two of us did this same dance three more
times until mom had cut off what seemed to be nearly a foot of my hair. It was
now hanging a couple inches below my shoulder blades and though I almost got
kind of teary for a couple minutes during the whole process it wasn’t as hard
to do as I thought it would be. Actually now that it is done I kind of like it
shorter. I mean my hair isn’t short at all but compared to how it was this
morning it is a lot shorter.
When we finally opened the bathroom door I
went down the hall to my room only to discover that Jamie and Lowell were not
in there.
I decided that since I was sporting a new
hairdo I needed to go all out. So I got totally dressed, nice black dress
pants, a white button-up shirt over a clean white t-shirt. I even put on a
black belt and black dress shoes before I went in search of Lowell and Jamie.
It didn’t take long to locate them; they were in the kitchen giving dad a hard
time about breakfast.
When I walked into the kitchen all three of
them turned to look at me. By their expressions I could tell that they hadn’t
expected me to actually go threw with cutting my hair.
While the three of them stared with open
mouths and bulging eyes mom had managed to sneak up behind me. I didn’t have a
clue that she was back there either.
“Well what do you think?” I said spinning
around like a fashion model and that’s when I saw mom standing there smiling
and crying. I didn’t bother to say anything about her crying ‘cause I know I
sure wanted to cry a couple times too.
“Holy shit you really cut it!” Jamie gasped
and I don’t think he knew that he had cussed. Well he didn’t know at first but
when dad shoved the wet dish sponge in Jamie’s face he got the hint.
Dad was beaming when he said, “I really like
it!”
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