It was another hour before he had to give in and wet himself. “Mum?” “Mm-hmm?” “I’m wet.” He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. “OK dear, just wait till I finish this article.”
When she put down the magazine she asked him “are you sure you don’t need to do anything else? You haven’t done a number 2 all day.” He cringed. He did need to do a number 2 but wasn’t going to admit it. But his hesitation gave him away. “You might as well do it now before I change you”, she said.
He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. “PLEASE MUM!!” “I’ll change you when you’ve done a number two”, she insisted. He was at the end of his tether now but what could he do?
His nappy went cold as he couldn’t bring himself to soil himself. “You’d better hurry up or you’ll end up with nappy rash”, she told him.
He started crying again as he realised he was going to have to do it. His mother was unmoved. He stood and walked back and forward trying to figure out how he was going to do it. He couldn’t do it sitting down. Now he couldn’t do it standing up.
He was beginning to get desperate. He got down on all fours. This seemed more likely. He pushed. His mother sniggered as his bottom thrust back and forth. He pushed a stool right to the opening and then relaxed a moment. He knew was going to be able to push it out but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He waited, desperately hoping for a late reprieve but realised he was going to have to do it. He pushed again and the stool slid out and plopped into his nappy. He started crying at the indignity. He knew there was a second one there. He wondered would she be satisfied with the one. But then, was she going to put him in another nappy? Surely not! How could she justify that? But he decided that he’d better play safe.
He pushed again and another stool slid out into his nappy. By now the smell was beginning to spread. His mother looked up. “I take it you’ve produced something then”, she said, wrinkling her nose.
When he turned his face was tear-stained. “Oh dear, where’s your soother”, she said. He was no more interested where the damn thing was. She found it and brought it to him. He frowned. “But that’s what it’s for, love.” He turned his head away in disgust. “Now dear, you’re not going to get changed until you do what Mummy says.”
Was there no end to this torment? He had no choice but to accept the soother. “There we are”, she said. “That’ll make you feel better.” Then she picked up the doll and handed it to him. He sighed and took it, holding it to his chest with his left arm.
“I’ll just go and set up a table for changing”, she said and went to the utility room. He paced up and down, not wanting to sit and spread his mess around.
When she came back in, she looked him up and down and smiled. “Give us a twirl”, she said. He glared at her. He realised she was going to make the most of the situation. He might as well get it over with. He grumpily turned around in a full circle, shuffling from one foot to the other. “Quicker”, she instructed. He turned quicker and his petticoats swirled out. “Excellent”, she exclaimed. “Now curtsey.” He stood open-mouthed in front of her. He couldn’t believe this. She demonstrated a curtsey and waited for his response.
He bent one leg behind the other as she had done. “And hold out your dress”, she instructed. He held out his dress and petticoats with his free hand as best he could, given the mittens. “Alright, we’ll get you changed.”
He was anxious to get the messy, cold nappy off so he co-operated with her every instruction. He lay on his stomach as his mother wiped his bottom. Yet again, he couldn’t believe the situation he was in.
When he rolled back over as instructed he saw his mother holding a clean nappy. “Nnnn”, he gurgled through the soother and he tried to sit up. She pushed him back down and lightly slapped the side of his bottom to get him to lift it. He lay back and stared at the ceiling in desperation. A slightly harder slap encouraged him to lift his bottom.
Tears came to his eyes again as his mother wrapped the nappy around his bottom and pinned it in place. He couldn’t wait for this day to end.
When it came to bedtime his mother brought him to his room. She removed his shoes and socks and then his bonnet. He wished she would remove his mittens so that he could take everything else off himself. But she unzipped his dress and pulled it over his head. It was a relief to have that off. Then she pulled down his frilly panties.
He stood there waiting for her to remove the plastic pants but instead she pulled back his duvet and motioned him to get into the bed. He realised that she was still not going to take off his nappy. He begged and pleaded but there was no moving her. He refused to get into the bed but she simply left the room and closed the door.
He sat on the side of the bed in despair. When she didn’t return, he realised he had no choice but to get in. He lay there for hours consumed by his predicament. Eventually he nodded off.