Chapter XV: JB Tries Some New Things
Just after I finished my cup of milk Glyn finished too. She sat up and said, "Aaaahhh," real loud, and we all giggled. Then she pointed at me and said, "Look, JB has a stiffy!" I put my hands over my parts and blushed.
Glyn's mom said, "That happens, Glyn, your brother got one whenever he nuzzled. He still does."
Glyn looked at Marnie and asked, "Can I touch it, please?"
"That is all up to JB, but you must be very, very gentle."
Glyn said, "Pretty please, JB?" and I moved my hand, and she touched it, first with a finger, and then she held it in her hand softly.
Glyn's mom said, "Glyn, JB and Marnie have some chores to finish tonight so we need to leave. Bring me you clothes."
Glyn wanted me to spend the night with her, but I didn't want that! I wanted to stay with Marnie! Luckily, Marnie said we had way too much to do, but promised a playdate soon.
As soon as we got inside Marnie made me lie down on the floor and put a diaper on me, just because all my other clothes were in the wash again. She told me she had done a lot of shopping for me today, but had waited to buy clothes or toys until I was with her. Tomorrow we were going on a spree!
The chore we had was moving stuff out of the room that was going to be mine. It was just stuff she had stored in there. We had to load boxes. Some of them she put in another room that was like her office, some she took up to an attic, the giant ones she left for the painters that were coming to paint the room tomorrow while we were shopping.
Just after we got started I said, "Marnie, I need to take a dump," because I did. Marnie got down on one knee to look me in the eye. I knew I had done something wrong.
She said, "JB, I know that is what you hear the big kids say, some of them even say that or 'take a leak' to me when I'm teaching, but I do not want you to say it. You tell me if you need to peepee or to poo or go pottie. If you want, especially when others are around, you can say you have to use the bathroom to sound all grown up, but I'd prefer you say which thing you need to do. Understand?"
I whispered, "Sorry, I gotta poo, Marnie."
Marnie smiled and said, "OK, sweetheart, I just want you to do it the nice way," and she undid the tapes on my diaper and carried me into the bathroom with doors from my room and the office and sat me down on the seat. It was a funny kind of seat and had this part that stuck up in the front. When some pee came out I realized it was to keep the pee in the toilette if I forgot to push down on my thing; that seemed like a good idea.
She left me there and told me to call when I was ready to wipe, when I was she came back and cleaned me with some wet wipes and then I lay on the floor again while she put on some powder and redid my diaper.
Then we had to pick out the new colors, and I got to pick and chose two really pretty ones.
When we had gotten all the boxes out of the room that we could move we took a brake, and I got more juice We swept and dusted until Marnie said it was bath time. That didn't make any sense since I'd played in the sprinklers, but Marnie said it did, and I would have to take one every single night from now on.
She made me sit on the toilette, just in case again, while she filled up the big tub. When she got sure I wasn't going to go she lifted me into the tub. Then she took her clothes off and got in with me.
We played together with my duck and boat for awhile, and I kept looking down there - at her - you know. Finally I said, "The hair makes you look a lot different than Glyn."
I thought she would either get mad that I looked or think that was silly, but she said, "Well, I am a bit older and even ladies change some. Lots of ladies have more hair there, but I cut some of it off."
I went over to her, and she held me, and I touched down where the hair was, and it was OK with her. I even let my finger slip inside a tiny bit, but it didn't hurt her, but she did whisper, "Gentle." Then I leaned my head on her breast and touched the thing that looked like a pencil eraser and she asked if I wanted to kiss that, so I did and started giggling.
She washed me, and then I washed her back for her. She got out of the tub and dried off before she took me out. I lay on a towel on her bed again while she put ointment, oil, cream and powder all over me. She slipped a yellow and blue striped pajama top over my head and then started to put some blue PJ shorts over my diaper, but I didn't like 'em, and she took them off.
We went to the kitchen, and she said, "One more cup of milk, little one. Then it is time for bed."
I said, "I'm really, really not tired at all. Can we play or watch TV?"
She stared at me, and I thought she was going to be mad, but she said, "You know, you are much perkier than last night, JB. I think that little nap this afternoon did a lot of good. We should try to do that more often."
"Oh no," I said, "Another baby thing."
She laughed and carried me over to a chair. I sat in her lap facing her, and she said, "Are you really still so worried about being a baby? You do have a lot of fun doing things for younger children, you know?"
I said, "Nah, not with you, not here, it is really nice, Marnie." I was looking down at here breast, she had never put any clothes on, and I touched her nipple. "But I don't want to be a baby all the time, and I don't want to be one and get beat up and teased by people if they find out."
"Oh the big world and little world problem," she said. "JB, lots of people are going to think you are the age to do most of what you do just because you do them. We discussed this already, right?"
I nodded and kept playing with her nipple.
She said, "The rest of it is my job to keep secret, OK? Trust me, baby."
I grinned and nodded, and she said, "Do you want to taste that, JB?" meaning her nipple.
I grinned real big. "It would be nice to drink the way Glyn can," I said.
"You can pretend to. I'd like that, and I've started taking some pills that will make it possible soon, and sooner if you pretend to enough."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. But we have to keep it a secret from most people; can I trust you to do that?
I laughed and she said we could do it in the den where it was more comfortable. We listened to some music and I pretend nuzzled for. It gave me a stiffy, as Glyn called it, and I had to pee too. I didn't want to stop in the middle, so I just went in the diaper on purpose. I learned a new good thing about diapers, it's easier to pee with a stiffy in them because you don't have to bend it down.
I felt really good and happy, and Marnie turned on a movie to watch about a boy that could turn into animals. When it was a good stopping point she went to the kitchen and came back with things hid behind her back. She said, "JB, for your real bed time drink would you like to use this?" She showed me the big sippy cup I had used last night. "...Or this?" She showed me a real baby bottle!
"It is up to you, little guy. And it is different from what we did before, but you know Glyn, and even her big brother once in a while, still use these too."
I pointed to the bottle, and she went and filled it with the funny warm milk like I'd had at dinner. After the bottle I still wasn't sleepy , but Marnie said she was, and we both went to bed.
Marnie put on a long shirt and got into bed beside me. I had forgot to tell her I was wet, but decided it wouldn't matter. And Marnie sang songs to help herself get to sleep.
When I woke up the next day I was real, real wet because I had gone to sleep wet. Marnie was still asleep, and I didn't know what to do, so I kissed her cheek. She smiled, but didn't open her eyes, so I did it again, and she rolled over and said, "Morning, sweetheart."
I cuddled next to her and said, "Hi."
"It's still very early, but we do have another very busy day today. Wait here a minute, sweetie."
She came back real fast with a baby bottle of milk and held me while I drank it. For the second time I wet my self on purpose. Well sort of, I felt it start on its own, but could have stopped it if I'd wanted to. Really I could have.
When the bottle was empty she asked me to pretend to nuzzle for five minutes. She said we should do that at least three times every day to help her make milk. Again doing that gave me a stiffy.
While she was changing me I said, "Marnie, could I call you something else 'sides Marnie?"
"Why, honey? Is something wrong with Marnie."
"Nuh-uh, but I thought of something better that sounds kind 'a like it."
"What's that, honey?"
"Mommy," I said, and right in the middle of putting powder on my bottom she stopped and grabbed me for a big hug until I said, "Aaagh."
"Of course, you can call me that, baby!
She got me some juice, this time in a cup with a top again, and let me sit in the den and watch cartoons while she got dressed and stuff. Just when she called, "Come back here. It's your turn, sweetie." The door bell rang, she went to answer and I watched from around the corner.
It was Nora, the nurse, and I jumped up and ran and gave her a hug. She got down and hugged me back and said, "Marnie, we are going to talk about this." Then I saw a lady walking up behind her. It was Dr Spinner, my school principal, and I pulled away and went to hide.