What Emma Wants

Chapter Description: With news quickly spreading about Emma's date she isn't going to get the quiet evening at home that she perhaps wished for.

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Thankfully, there wasn’t time for more awkward questions of discussion. Mom paid for the dress and then we made our way towards the mall’s exit. I hung back and remained silent as I didn’t want to continue the conversation we had been having. As we approached the sliding doors leading outside, I felt a sudden cramp in my tummy. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked to the side, there were bathrooms right there by the entrance.

“Mom!” I called out rather desperately.

“What is it?” Mom asked as she came back to me.

“I need the bathroom.” I said with a strained voice, “R-Right now!”

I could already feel my bowels contracting and being pushed. I was struggling even to slow down what was happening. Mom looked up at the bathrooms and sighed, she certainly didn’t seem to be in any rush to try to get me to a toilet or even to one of the changing rooms.

“The queues are pretty long.” Mom said, “I’ll change you when we get home.”

“But-…” I started to complain but my body was taking over.

“Go on.” Mom said impatiently.

I desperately wanted to hold on. I looked over to the bathrooms and knew I would never last that long. There were so many people around and I was rapidly running out of control. Every time I thought this day couldn’t get any worse, somehow it proved me wrong.

With a moan of defeat, I closed my eyes tightly. My knees bent and I spread my feet a little more. The world around me and mom continued as normal, no one cared to stop and stare at a spectacle they were all used to. As I always did in these situations, I cursed being born a girl and I cursed being born with the ambition to be more than what I was allowed to be. I heard the world walking past in both directions as my diaper bulged behind me and grew heavier.

I grunted and then, after one more push, I let the breath I had been holding out. I slowly stood back up and opened my eyes. Mom had been scrolling her phone, probably checking for any messages from Dad as I humiliated myself.

“Finished?” Mom said ten or so seconds later.

I nodded my head. My diaper now feeling heavier than before and with a distinct stickiness in the back. I sniffed disconsolately. Mom took my hand and led me from the mall back to the car. For me the whole experience was horrible but for her it was just another day, no sooner were we out of the shopping centre than she started waxing lyrical about the Prom and beyond. She carried on as if I wasn’t dying of embarrassment, waddling along behind her and wincing at the feelings in my diaper.

“This dress is absolutely darling!” Mom said as she looked into the bag she was carrying, “And Liam is such a nice young man. You could do a lot worse. Ooh, just think, if the Prom goes well you could end up marrying him and then have lots of children. You don’t realise how lucky you are!”

Each of Mom’s sentences left me feeling worse than the last. I kept my face down to the ground as I waddled just behind her through the car park and out to the bus stop. Mom continued on in a similar vein, mapping out my life, a vision of domestic bliss. Meanwhile, I looked around at the people we shared the bus stop with. I saw some younger girls, probably not even yet teens, and felt bad for them. One of them looked as miserable as I felt and I wondered if she was a kindred spirit, another young lady who wished for more than the world would give her.

There were also older women there, still dressed as babies despite the wrinkles appearing on their faces. When I imagined the next thirty or forty years, I thought I might throw up. I probably wasn’t helped by the smell coming from my diaper, unfortunately there was little I could do about that until we got home.

It was an uncomfortable journey to say the least. I tried to stand in the aisle, but mom insisted I sit down, as my coordination meant I was likely to fall over, which meant sitting in the mess I had made. I shuddered as I sunk into it and did my best to move as little as possible.

Once we were back home, mom took me straight up to my room. After sitting in a messy diaper for as long as I had I was in no mood to complain and remained silent as she cleaned me up and changed me into fresh padding. I was hoping that might be the end of it, I even went over to the closet in an attempt to pick out what I was going to wear that day before mom could do it, but she had other ideas.

“Come try your new dress on!” Mom said excitedly, “It’s going to look so cute on you and we need to make sure it fits.”

“Mom, can’t we…” I started.

“Don’t make me call your father.” Mom said with warning.

I knew what that meant. The memories of my most recent spankings were still fresh, as was the bruising on my butt. With a huff of annoyance, I walked over to mom who was hurriedly getting the dress out of the bag. I raised my arms and let mom pull the dress over the top of my head. When I turned to look in the mirror I felt a shock which stunned me in place.

“It’s even better than I imagined!” Mom gushed.

I could only stare in horror. I had never looked smaller than in that dress. With how much it bulged out and the frills that seemed to decorate every inch it seemed designed to draw maximum attention. It didn’t even cover my diaper properly, the skirt portion billowing so far out from my body that the white of my disposable peaked out underneath. It was hideous.

“We’ll have to get some photos of you in this dress to show the family. I can’t wait for Liam to see it!” Mom said joyfully.

I stared into the mirror as a tear ran down my cheek.

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I stared across the canteen darkly. Over in the far corner was Nicole. She had abandoned us to go sit with some of the boys. I had assumed they would’ve made fun of her and sent her back to us but… they didn’t. In fact, she seemed rather close with one of the boys. It was only after several minutes of unflinching staring that I was informed by Zoe that the boy she was sitting next to was her date for the prom. That revelation paled into insignificance compared with the next one though.

“What!?” I exclaimed loudly enough that everyone on our table and several others looked at me.

“Yeah, apparently she can change her own diapers now.” Zoe replied casually, “She said she’s doing pretty well.”

“She must be a quick learner.” Jacob said.

Since Jacob was new to the school Zoe started regaling him with all of the achievements of our friend. Each one just made me feel more jealous and inadequate. I saw Jacob reacting with an impressed expression to each point Zoe made and that just left me feeling even worse.

Before he had asked Zoe out, I had asked Jacob why he sat with us. I wondered if he got any stick from the other guys that he chooses to sit with girls and he had just shrugged his shoulders. He said he didn’t particularly care, he found us interesting and that’s why he sat where he did. Liam on the other hand tended to spend just as long at the table as he deemed safe before sitting with the rest of the baseball team. However, now that I had rashly accepted his offer of taking me to the Prom, he was now sat at our table as if making sure no one else tried to steal me.

“Personally, I wouldn’t want a girl who trains herself like that.” Liam said from my other side. He put his arm around me, and I quickly shrugged him off. He seemed undeterred, or maybe he was just ignorant to how uninterested I was “That’s a man’s job. Isn’t that right, Jacob?”

“I don’t know.” Jacob shrugged, “I think girls are smart enough to know what they want. If they want to potty train, why not let them?”

“You need to be careful with that attitude…” Liam said. He was sneering with disgust.

“I mean, even if you think that it should be your choice. Wouldn’t you want them trained as soon as possible?” Jacob continued as he looked at Liam, “One less job for you.”

Liam’s eyes had narrowed. It looked like he wasn’t exactly sure how to reply to Jacob’s ridiculously liberal idea that a woman’s ideas should be listened to and respected. He decided not to say anything though, I was glad, I could do without another debate on women’s rights between two men, I saw enough of that on television and in politics.

I stared at Jacob and felt my heart skip several beats. God, why did he have to be so perfect? Men were pigs, I was still sure of that, but if that was the case then Jacob was clearly best in show. I took a bite of my half-eaten sandwich to hopefully distract people from my reddening cheeks.

“Not me.” Zoe said with a giggle, “I prefer to let men decide.”

“You see?” Liam was nodding his head, “Now your girl has the right idea. You let a girl choose to potty train and what happens next? They choose to get a job? They choose whether they want kids? Ridiculous.”

“Is that so bad?” Jacob asked, “I mean, who knows them better than themselves, right?”

“Yeah, well, they don’t know what’s best for them. That’s why we’re here to look after them.” Liam argued back.

I felt like I might throw up. How on Earth was I going to prom this guy? Me, the girl known for being too independent for her own good, now attached to a guy who had the most regressive and traditional views of women imaginable. I cursed my impulsive attempt to get back at Zoe. She was still annoyed at me but at least things had thawed out enough so that we could be friends again. That was probably another reason why Nicole had abandoned us for the guys across the cafeteria, she was likely sick of being stuck in the middle for the last few days when me and Zoe were fighting.

“I don’t see what the rush is.” Zoe said, “I’ve got my whole life to potty train. If it never happens, so be it.”

“Ugh.” I was unable to hide my grunt of disgust at just the idea of being in diapers forever. The wet one I was sitting in had become uncomfortable to me the moment I had been taped into it. I’d already had to firmly tell Liam no when he offered to change me. I could see him practically licking his lips. Thankfully, until he was actually my husband he didn’t have any real authority over me.

“What?” Zoe asked.

“I just don’t think what Nicole is doing is that impressive.” I replied with a shrug, “I could change my diaper too if I was given the chance.”

Liam burst into laughter next to me. The sound made my skin crawl. Jacob on the other hand smiled, it was had to tell if it was with condescension or not. Zoe, meanwhile, was smiling and shaking her head.

“No, you couldn’t.” Zoe said simply.

“I could.” I replied earnestly. Sure, I had never done it before, but I’d watched it happen thousands of times at this point.

“Emma, if I had to rank all the girls in our class on who was most likely to learn to change themselves… you’d be at the bottom.” Zoe stated, “I’m sorry, I know it means a lot to you, but you are the least coordinated of any of us!”

“I could do it right now!” I exclaimed in response. My face was getting redder. Was Zoe deliberately provoking me into doing this?

“Prove it.” Zoe replied.

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