Sugarplum 9

Chapter 1
The Diaper Dolls Recruit

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Chapter Description: The Diaper Dolls get a new member

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Sugarplum 8

The Diaper Dolls Recruit

Vern kept his mouth shut tightly for the rest of the day. No matter how much Carrie talked to him in her mock baby voice, pretending to console him with many It’s-Okays and It-Will-Be-Fines, Vern refused to give into temptation to shout, swear, or reply in any way. By the end of the day Vern’s arms were immensely tired from being folded so tightly all day.

It seemed as though Carrie was trying her hardest to make Vern even more angry and Vern knew that this is what she wanted. Carrie wanted Vern to pop off and throw a tantrum so that Carrie had another reason to punish and humiliate him.

“As if I don’t have enough humiliation already,” Vern was thinking wildly, “I just performed ballet and wet my diaper in front of a crowd of people, one of which is a boy who hates me and has more than enough ability to never let me live this down. I’m a man stuck in a little girl’s body. How could I not be humiliated?”

His mind drifted to tomorrow as it had done so frequently that day. He saw kids leaning in to one another, eyes glued to Vern, talking to each other behind a hand deep in gossip about how he had wet his diaper while dancing like a wind-up ballerina. He saw Tom telling everyone he could about how he saw the “little pissy pants baby girl wet herself” and how “she should just go back to nursery school where he can be around other babies who pee their diapers”.

He was thinking so deeply that his eyes had drifted out of focus, not seeing the plate of food placed in front of him at the kitchen table by Carrie. He snapped back into reality as Carrie said quite seriously, “I don’t see why you’re making such a fuss, Veronica. It’s not like there was anyone there who knew you.”

Vern’s anger seemed to rise like a thermometer thrown into an oven. He grabbed his plate, raised it above his head, and slammed it to the table. “YES THERE WAS!” he screamed louder than he had ever screamed as a little girl, “THAT BOY TOM FROM SCHOOL WAS THERE, AND NOW HE’S GOING TO TELL THE ENTIRE SCHOOL THAT I WET MY DIAPER IN FRONT OF AN ENTIRE CROWD OF PEOPLE!!!” and he began to cry again.

Carrie stopped stirring the pot of food she was preparing for herself, and looked at Vern. “Really?” she said trying to keep her cool, not trying to give it away that she felt sorry.

Vern broke away from his sobs to say, “Yes really!”

Carrie walked over to Vern sitting on the chair and sobbing into his polished hands. She attempted to put her arms around Vern’s shoulders, but Vern jerked away from her as though Carrie was a poisonous insect. Carrie overpower Vern and picked him up into a motherly hug which Vern tried to resist, but succumbed to eventually. She wanted Vern to be humiliated, that was sure. But not like this. She knew what it was like to have an entire populous hate you. And with the unstable climate of children these days, she thought that there was even a faint chance that Vern would commit suicide if the torment got too rough or went on too long.

“I’m sorry” Carrie said after a long time. “I didn’t mean for that to happen in front of anyone you--”

But Vern cut her off. “You’re sorry?!?! People are going to make fun of me forever, thanks to you!!!”

Carrie seemed to be at a loss for words. Her maternal instincts were at the moment overbearing her ex-wife instincts. “Well the only thing I can suggest is to give them what they want.”

Vern’s cries died away a little. Clearly he did not understand. “What?”

“Well,” Carrie explained desperately, “insults tend to lose their power once the person being insulted agrees. If you went to school in your baby clothes and diapers anything Tom could use to embarrass you will be lost.”

“You cannot be serious...”

“I am serious.” and Carrie’s face showed no traces of sarcasm. “I think it will work.”

Vern’s tears had dried mostly to this point, but that did not mean that he wasn’t still upset. “Quite frankly, Carrie,” he said monotonously, “I don’t care what you think. You thought it was a good idea to turn me into a little girl. What you think never benefits me in the end”.

“So Veronica,” Carrie said, “you regret that I took this path of punishment? What about Jill? You don’t want to be her friend?”

This seemed to bring Vern to a standstill. Carrie had a point. He would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t want to be friends with Jill. She treated him better than any of his previous friends did, whoever they were. He was lucky, he had admitted, that Jill didn’t know that he was once a fully grown man.

“Yes I do want to be Jill’s friend.” Vern said quietly.

Before Vern could say anything to the contrary, Carrie pressed on. “You should wear your baby things to school. Then Tom won’t be able to insult you.” Vern thought about it for a moment. It made sense. On the one hand if he outright embraced his interest in diapers and baby things, what ammunition would Tom have against him? On the other hand, it could backfire tenfold, and then it would be his own fault that the entire school would ridicule and there would be nobody else to blame. Either way, tomorrow would not be a good day. He would be crying by the end of the day no matter what.

“If you do I’ll call up Tom’s mother and have a very stern talk with her. I’ll make sure Tom doesn’t do anything to you anymore.”

Vern seemed surprised at Carrie’s drastic shift in her treatment towards him, and did not succumb to trusting Carrie completely. After a short while of hesitation Vern finally said, “...yyyeah... ok... I’ll dress like a baby tomorrow in school.” and his face flushed red.

The ride on the bus to school was nothing short of humiliating.

Everyone who could see Vern kept their eyes either glued to him or in the rhythm of bouncing on and off of him. This didn?t help at the fact that Jill wasn’t on the bus that morning. He could only hope that Jill was driven to school that day.

There he was, sitting on the bus seat in a pink onesie, a pink bonnet, and booties. He was wearing two diapers and plastic panties under his onesie. The very frilly leg holes of the plastic panties were poking out of his onesie. His cheeks were enhanced with blush and his hair, under his bonnet, was pigtailed, each end topped with a pink bow. He was sucking a pacifier as well, and a baby’s rattle was clipped to his backpack.

Like a prisoner walking to the death sentence, Vern felt increasingly aware of his own body during the walk to his classroom, all the more embarrassing since the fluffy diapers made him waddle slightly. Kids gave him a wide birth around him and everyone whose eyes found him either stared dumbstruck, whispered about him to their friends, or quickly looked away again, pretending that he wasn’t there.

He made his way to the classroom. Upon opening the door, the room slowly fell silent. He made his way to his cubby hole, and he could feel everyone’s eyes bearing into him. It felt as though a pillow was pressing him from all sides. As he turned around he saw that most of the children looked away, as though they were refused permission to look, but many began to whisper to their neighbors. Mrs. Rose had been writing something on the board and did not notice Vern’s entrance.

Jill’s mouth gaped open at the mere sight of Vern. But nobody was as surprised as Tom, who entered the classroom shortly after Vern talking to his friend James about how he had seen Vern dancing ballet and wetting herself. He nearly stopped dead as he saw Vern completely clothed as a baby.

Vern looked at him and then away again with a sort of “yeah, and?” expression.

At a loss for words, Tom put his book bag down and took his seat next to his friend. By this time Mrs. Rose grabbed a stack of papers and passed them out to the class. “Good morning class.” the class replied with the usual response of “Good morning Mrs. Rose”.

“Well class here is the usual morning worksheet to get your brains in gear. It might be a little bit harder than you’re... used to...” she broke off slightly as she reached Vern’s desk and saw him looking up at her from beneath a bonnet, a pacifier still poking from him mouth. “... but I’m sure you should be able to handle it if you set your minds to it.”

As Mrs. Rose continued to hand out the worksheets, her eyes flitted back to Vern once or twice. Jill, who was sitting next to Vern with her mouth hanging open comically, whispered to Vern quietly, “Why are you dressed like that? I though we weren’t gonna wear baby stuff in school.”

“I’ll explain later. At lunch.” Vern said, realizing then that lunch time would be another moment where he would be put in the spotlight and whispered about like an animal in a cage. The class continued to whisper to each other during the class so much to the point of making Mrs. Rose continuously tell the class to be silent and continue working. Five minutes before lunch, Mrs. Rose picked up the class telephone, called the office and asked quietly if she could get a spare teacher to escort her class to the cafeteria. In first grade, students were not trusted to get to the cafeteria on their own and so they were escorted every day by their teachers.

The class got up, retrieved their lunchboxes from their bags, and formed a messy line at the classroom door. Jill was the only one standing close to Vern in line, as the other students gave her as much of a wide berth as they could. “Class, follow Miss Tichel to lunch.” Mrs. Rose said to the class before leaning down over Vern’s shoulder and saying to him quietly, “Veronica dear, I’d like to talk to you in the hallway for a minute.” Vern gave Jill a sad sort of look as she and the rest of the class made their way to lunch, some of them stealing glances back at Vern and Mrs. Rose in the classroom as they trotted off down the hall.

“Veronica can you please tell me why you are dressed as an infant today in school?”

Vern said nothing. His face was flushing with red color.

“I don’t understand why you would put yourself in this position. You do know that you are bound to be singled out amongst the rest of the students.” Though Vern understood the vocabulary Mrs. Rose was using, he found it ridiculous that she would use this type of semi-advanced vocabulary to a first grader.

“I have my own reasons.” Vern managed to squeak out in his tiny female voice after he popped the pacifier from his mouth.

Mrs. Rose looked caring. “You can tell me anything you need to Veronica. I’m your teacher, and I want you to know that you can confide in me with anything you want to say.”

“Well...” Vern said, grateful for the young teacher’s tact and kindheartedness, “I need to wear diapers now. Jill was at my house for a sleepover and I wet the bed. So Carr--... my mommy... put my back in diapers. But Jill knew I was upset and she put one on too to make me feel better. And then we thought it was funny and we started to like wearing diapers.” He paused for a moment, unsure how to continue with the following section of story. He couldn’t guess where he was getting his trust in Mrs. Rose. “I... I was in a talent show thing yesterday and I was dancing on stage. And then I wet my diapers in front of everyone and I saw Tom in the front row. And he was laughing at me.” he felt hot tears begin to form in his eyes. He wiped them away and continued on. “I knew that Tom would insult me today, and he has. So the only thing I could think of is to give everyone what they wanted. If I?m dressed and acting like a baby, if I agree with Tom then they can?t insult me, because I would be embracing my interests with pride.”

Mrs. Rose looked like she was thinking a variety of different thoughts at one time. “Veronica, you are a very smart young lady. And I’m surprised that you are capable of thinking in such educated ways. You are very clever to think the way you do.”

Vern blushed.

“And Jill must be a very good friend, to help you through a difficult time such as this. Veronica, many children need to wear diapers at your age. Although, I’ve never heard of anyone wanting to wear diapers. But what you must understand is that you cannot predict how people will react. But I will do my best to prevent Tom from insulting you any further. Now you better get off to lunch. I?ll take you.”

Mrs. Rose walked at Vern’s side slowly, matching his slowed, diaper-waddle pace. Vern was very happy that his teacher understood his situation and was not avoiding him like a person frightened of catching a contagious disease.

But Vern’s heart began to beat rapidly with nervousness as he walked through the small, more conspicuous entrance in the side of the cafeteria. He heard the crowd of children shush like a wave as he walked past them to where Jill was sitting slightly alone at the end of the table where they sat every day.

Indeed, the news that one girl was parading around like a baby had swept through a percentage of the first graders. Many children, though, either did not know or care about it, and continued on talking to their friends. Vern waddled his diapered bottom the short distance to Jill and sat down across from her. He felt many eyes upon him.

“So?” Jill asked. She wasn’t mad, but curious as to why Vern had chosen today’s particular type of clothing.

Vern broke into the story right away, explaining how he had danced ballet and wet his diaper and how Tom saw the whole thing. “And so I wanted to wear baby clothes so that Tom couldn’t have the pleasure of teasing me.”

Then Jill asked something which Vern hadn’t expected. “But Veronica, why didn’t you let me know?! I would have done it too!!”

Vern stopped halfway through a bite of his peanut butter sandwich to look at Jill. His heart fluttered. He looked to his right to see the children closest to him at the table looking at him. “What the hell are you looking at?” he said harshly. They didn?t immediately respond. Then one blue-eyed girl leaned closer to him and said, “Why are you dressed like a baby?” she sniggered as she asked in a mock baby voice, “Is Vewonica just a widdle baby? Does she need her diapees changed? Maybe you should just go back to nursery school.” She laughed with her friends, who began to cry and weep like babies as the laughed. Vern’s anger began to flare.

He stood up and walked over to the girl, who had clearly expected Vern to retract in humiliation as her comments.

Vern restrained himself from punching her. “YEAH I AM!” he said loudly, making many people around him stop in their conversations. “I AM A LITTLE BABY! And for your information, I do NOT need my diapers changed! I like wearing diapers and acting like a baby. You got a problem with that?” He was now speaking to the entire group of kids, loud enough for many people in the lunch room to hear. Then he leaned closer to the girl and said “Maybe you?re the one who should go back to nursery school, seeing as you?re too stupid to even be in preschool. How did you manage to get into first grade?”

The girl did not answer. She looked simply bewildered to have would up with the short end of the stick. Her friends fell silent as well. Vern noticed now that many of the people whom he had seen whispering earlier were looking wide-eyed at the scene, shocked of impressed at Vern’s bravery. He saw Tom looking stunned from across the room.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Jill got up from the table and walked over to Vern. She stood at his side and said, “Me too! There’s nothing wrong with it! We like wearing diapers and acting like babies.” She grabbed the pacifier from Vern’s hand. “And the Diaper Dolls don’t care what you think.” Then she popped the pacifier into her mouth and walked back to her seat, followed soon by Vern who was glowing with happiness.

They continued their lunch, talking about a few of their usual topics. Barbie dolls, diapers, Polly Pocket, diapers, teddy bears, and diapers. Then Vern looked up to see the small, strawberry blonde girl from their class named Anna standing behind Jill. “Uh...” Anna stammered, twiddling her fingers, “Veronica?”

“Yes?” He said without emotion.

“Um, c-can I ask you something?”

“Um... yeah”

“Can you meet me in the bathroom later? Mrs. Rose lets us go two at a time you know.” Anna’s face became beet red.

“Yeah” Vern said after a look at Jill, whose eyebrows were skewed.

Later, while the classmates were paired up reviewing each other on their English homework, Vern gave Anna a quizzical look before rising from his chair, walking to Mrs. Rose’s desk and asking if he could go to the bathroom. He caught Anna’s eye before waddling from the room.

In the bathroom a few minutes later, Vern heard the door open and Anna’s small voice call his name. “Veronica?”

Vern was in a closed stall, taking off his plastic panties and diapers. He had wet one of his diapers after drinking his juice box at lunch. “yes?” he said as he removed the wet diaper and cleaned himself up with a paper towel he had gotten from the bathroom upon entering.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Um... don’t laugh at me, cause this is embarrassing...” Anna’s voice was quivering.

By this time Vern has already re-taped his diaper and slid the plastic panties back on. He was buttoning the crotch of his onesie when he walked out of the stall. Anna was standing in the middle of the bathroom. “Well?” he asked a little impatiently.

Anna paused for a moment, then quickly undid her jeans and pulled then to the floor.

She was wearing a white fluffy diaper with a picture of Hello Kitty above the crotch. “Can I be a Diaper Doll?” she asked quietly.

Vern froze in the middle of buttoning the last button. He looked at Anna’s face which was so red now she looked like a tomato with hair. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and Anna began to take that as a sign of rejection. But upon noticing this, Vern said quickly, “Sure! Absolutely!” He smiled widely, and Anna relaxed. “When did you start using diapers again?”

“I never stopped. Mommy says I got an underdeveloped bladder. I never got potty trained.”

“Well,” Vern said happily, “Welcome to the Diaper Dolls. But you have to want to be a baby again. You gotta wear baby clothes and stuff too. Not just diapers.”

“Well that’s what I wanted to ask. What’s it like to be a baby again? You and Jill actually like it?” Anna seemed very curious.

Vern smiled wider. “Yeah it’s really fun.” Anna looked slightly confused but also a little intrigued. She pulled her pants back up and the two of them left the bathroom.

On the ride home from school, Jill and Vern were deep in conversation. Vern had told her how Anna wanted to be a Diaper Doll. Anna had given Vern her phone number. “We can ask her if she wants to come over this weekend” Jill said excitedly, “I was gonna tell you today: my mommy said I could have friends over.”

“Great! It should be fun” Vern said excitedly. He twiddled the pacifier in his fingers. “By the way you were really brave today at lunch.”

Jill turned as red as her hair. “Well... you stood up for me. Now I stood up for you.” There were a few moments of awkward silence. Then Jill asked, “How did you like being dressed as a baby today?”

“It was pretty embarrassing. But after lunch I really didn’t care that much. It actually felt kind of cool being dressed like a baby. I can’t really describe it specifically.”

“You always use really big words. How did you get so smart?” Jill asked.

Vern opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it quickly. “I uh... I dunno. I just know what they mean.”

Jill gave a cocked eyebrow but continued the conversation. Vern felt slightly guilty. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep up his charade. Although, he admitted as he blushed internally, he was slipping into his little girl role quite nicely and with surprising ease. But it felt wrong to lie to Jill. On the other hand Jill wouldn’t believe him and would probably call him crazy. Even Vern knew that if someone had come up to him and said that they used to be a fully grown man and was now transformed into a little girl by their bitter ex-wife, he would think they were screwy in the brain too. Of course, since it had happened to him he wouldn’t think it was that crazy. He was ultimately in a bind between being a grown man and a female child. Jill seemed to bring out the girl inside him, while the mere sight of Carrie made his mind race with the memories and emotions of being a man.

But as always, Vern fell back on the thought that being a little girl wasn’t so bad. After all, he had two friends, one he had made this very day, and the other who seemed incapable of seeing any bad qualities in him. This thought always frightened Vern. He was acting like his girl self very well. Almost too well. There had been some times around Jill that he had forgotten completely that he once had a man’s hardware between his legs.

As his mind traced this, he shifted in his seat a little. The diaper slid across his skin and he felt it’s soft texture. He liked it. He shifted again and felt the diaper once again rub against his crotch. He smiled a little. It felt nice to wear diapers. He felt that overwhelming urge to once again suckle something, and he placed his pacifier into his mouth before his thumb crept up and took its place. He sucked on it happily, Jill sitting next to him still talking away, not really paying attention to Vern’s responses.

He thought that Anna would enjoy being a Diaper Doll. He did. Jill did. He couldn’t see any reason why someone would want to not wear diapers and be a baby.

To Be Continued

(Still yet more to come soon. Leave one or multiple comments. I love reading them.)

(these stories are inspired by the short story Sugarplum written by filthymind at the ARArchive)

 

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