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"There's no amount of huffing and pouting that's going to make that dress any longer, Darling." 

No stomping would help, either, but that didn't mean that Darling was going to abstain from doing it. She was always like this at diaper change times, as though we didn't do it a dozen times a day, as if this was all still new. She knew what she'd gotten herself in for when she begged for my hand in marriage, this was part and parcel.

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My cheeks were crimson and I shook my head side to side, pigtails bouncing with my defiance. 

"I don't wanna do it anymore!  I don't wanna!  I'm a big girl, and I don't need diapers!" 

It had only been three weeks since the wedding, and already I was losing control.  Last night I woke up wet and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would start having accidents in the daytime too.  I had to make a stand now, before it was too late!

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"It's in the prenuptial agreement, Darling. You changed your name, and you must always be in diapers. I'm sorry, but if you didn't want this, you shouldn't have asked me to marry you." 

I didn't use our marriage as a weapon, mind you, but something Darling just wanted to be reminded of how little choice she now had. Honestly, inside, it made her smile like a ditz; this was just for show.

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I felt my bottom lip tremble.  Before we'd gotten married, we did this stuff for fun!  Now it was all the time.  Every day, I felt littler and littler.  Every day I lost more and more control.  But Mommy had taken away all my choice at the wedding.  I shifted foot to foot and rubbed my eyes.  I wanted to be a baby girl.  I wanted this.  But it sure was scary... 

"I dun need diapers," 

I tried again, in my baby voice.

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"Then we just need to double our efforts, don't we? Come on, let's get some suppositories in you before we head out then." 

I stood up and rubbed her tummy, kissed the part of her hair atop her head, and took her by the hand to take her to the bathroom. She didn't need diapers? Well, that was just a work in progress, like all relationships, wasn't it?

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"The dress is too short!" 

"Everyone can see!" 

"My tummy hurts!" 

"I'm a big girl!" 

But no matter how many times I protested, I couldn't change her mind.  At the movies, everyone stared.  They could see!  And no matter how hard I tugged down on the dress, I couldn't cover up my shame.  Halfway through the movie, when I was stinky and exhausted, Mommy popped a pacifier into my mouth and I curled up under her arm.  I was always so awful at being a big girl... maybe I'd make a better baby.