[#256] Decisions

I took a picture in my bedroom mirror and sent it to my Mom.  Controlling wasn't the word anymore - she was running my life these days!  Ever since she found out about my secret, she had been dressing me every day and taking care of me.  The yellow dress with the white collar was only the newest addition to my wardrobe.  The worst part?  It was so hard to fight her when a part of me loved it...

"Your room still isn't clean," she sent back in a text.  I winced.  You'd think I would learn my lesson about checking the backgrounds of my photos.

Another text came through: 

"That's okay - I'll take care of it.  That's what Mommies do, after all."

"I can do it!"

I shot back, knowing that wording it in that exact way was only encouraging her, but my heart had little flutters within and I couldn't help myself. I winced at my own neediness. Gosh.

She didn't text me back.  I went back to cleaning my room, but I kept getting distracted.  And when Mom got home, she came straight upstairs to see my progress.  Rather, she came up to see me sitting on the floor, dress hiked up ever-so-slightly, diaper on display, and playing with some toys I found. 

"I should have known," she sighed and shook her head.  I felt a blush on my cheeks and stumbled to my feet.  I went to say something, to argue my adulthood, but before I could, she approached me and put a finger under my dress, into the leg-band of my diaper.  I froze in shock.  She had done it a dozen times this week, but it never failed to surprise me.

These kinds of feelings were... not unwelcome, but absolutely and completely unexpected for me to be having at my age. I waited for her response, I waited for the sigh, for the shaking of her head, for the sweet condescending tone she'd use; maybe for her to lift me up and put me laid back on the bed to change me. Instead, I heard;

"Oh, I think that diaper can handle a little more, you get back to your cleaning."

"What...?  I..." I stared at her incredulously.  I mean, sure these diapers were new.  I knew they were more absorbent.  But I'd wet myself!  She was supposed to change me!  I puffed out my cheeks, and Mommy silenced me with a pacifier between my lips.  My cheeks went red.

"Come with me," she told me. "I got some magazines for new room ideas.  Since I'll be cleaning it, I'll be furnishing it too."

Wait... what?

I was bewildered, I was incredulous, I had my hands balled up at my sides and I stomped my foot, even, but she wasn't having any of it. She kissed me on the forehead and played with my hair with a warm smile.

"You're right, princess, I made a mistake."

Of course she did!

"You're a baby, I shouldn't be involving you in my decisions after all."