Joey's Pacifier

Chapter Description: Joey gets his hair cut, and he does NOT like the results...

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Dana pulled out the scissors and started cutting. It didn’t take long for Joey to see the look his mom was going for, it was essentially a bowl cut, with a solid fringe going all the way around. Joey wasn’t a fan, though it seemed like Lucas was liking what he was seeing as he laughed at Dana’s jokes, she was very good with him.

“And… voila!” Dana said when she was finally finished, “What do you think?”

Lucas turned his head from side to side causing the hair of his thick fringe to sway. He smiled widely. It seemed he very much approved of his new hairstyle. Joey, on the other hand, thought it looked a little too babyish for him. Joey was supposed to be growing up and getting out of diapers for good soon, he wasn’t sure the haircut would fit that vibe.

“And what’s your name, sweetie?” Dana asked as she moved across.

“Joey…” Joey said quietly.

“Well, Joey, you just sit back and relax, OK?” Dana said with a smile. She was looking into the mirror and meeting Joey’s eyes.

Joey nodded his head. Dana reached to a shelf under the mirror to get a plastic sheet to drape over him and stop his hair from ending up all over his clothes. Joey noticed she avoided the very plain dark green one and reached instead for a bright multicoloured option that seemed to include every colour of the rainbow. It was draped over his front and Velcro straps behind his neck kept it in place.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Dana had leaned down and whispered into Joey’s ear, “Your mommy told me all about you and what you want. No judgement here.”

“She… I…” Joey stumbled over his words as he felt his cheeks burning red.

Dana had already stood back up again. Joey looked past his reflection at Fran who was now fussing over Lucas, he had jumped off his chair as soon as he could. Joey gulped in an exaggerated manner as he saw Dana pick up the hair clippers. He decided to close his eyes, anything to avoid the knowing looks and smiles coming from the hairdresser.

Joey started feeling the cold metal of the scissors snipping at the sides of his head, along with the warm buzz of the clippers. He noticed quickly that a lot of the attention was being given to the sides and not much was happening on top. He kept his eyes closed, whatever his mom had told Dana, he was too afraid to open his eyes and see what it looked like.

It wasn’t too often that Joey went to the hairdressers, and when he did, he tended to just ask them to shave it all off, to have it styled rather than sheared felt strange. He kept waiting for Dana to move to the top of his head, but she just worked her way around the sides. She had started at his fringe on his forehead and worked her way around. Just when Joey was expecting her to move up, she turned off the clippers. He felt a thick brush moving back and forth over him, cleaning away the cut hair.

“Voila.” Dana said, “Adorable, if I do say so myself.”

Joey almost didn’t want to open his eyes. Maybe if he kept them closed and didn’t acknowledge what had happened it wouldn’t be real. He’d heard Dana sounding very happy, and not a little amused, about the job she had done. Fran now added her voice to the choir of appreciation as she told the hairdresser what a wonderful job she had done. It was only when Lucas spoke that Joey felt his blood freeze.

“Like me!” Lucas exclaimed.

Joey had seen Lucas’s haircut. He had seen the bowl cut, the strong fringe going all the way around the toddler’s head. It was an archetypal haircut for a small kid, designed to look cute and keep hair out of their eyes. It certainly wasn’t something anyone over the age of five appreciated. Joey’s breathing became a little deeper, a little uneven. He slowly opened one eye until he was looking at himself in the mirror.

“Oh… no…” Joey basically breathed.

Joey saw his own face, white as a sheet, and behind his chair he saw his mother paying for the haircut at a portable card reader that Dana had brought out. Joey raised a shaking hand slowly up and touched his new bowl cut, the sides being shaved down before the fringe gave him a look almost like a mushroom. He heard a giggle and looked to the side to see Lucas copying with his identically styled cut.

“Shave it off!” Joey blurted out suddenly.

“Excuse me?” Dana asked. She’d just handed the credit card back to Joey’s mom.

“I… I don’t…” Joey was finding it hard to speak. He was looking at other people in the mirror. They were looking his way and frowning; it was almost like the haircut was a bigger signifier of his embarrassing position than the underwear he was wearing.

“Don’t be silly, baby, you look very handsome.” Fran said finally.

Joey whined pathetically as his chair was turned around and he hopped out of it. He staggered slightly, the diaper between his legs having become bulkier whilst he had been sitting down. The plastic sheet was pulled away, and he raised a hand to his head, almost not believing that it was really gone. As he felt the freshly cut hair bounce slightly under his palm, he took a sharp and shaky intake of breath.

“They could be twins!” Fran said excitedly as she looked from Joey to Lucas.

The worst thing about it all was that Fran was right. If it wasn’t for the obviously massive height difference, Joey looked more like his youngest brother than ever before. Tears filled his eyes, and his bottom lip started to tremble. This was the worst thing to happen to him yet. All the other things were at least somewhat hidable, the haircut was very obvious and its significance, that the person who had it was a baby, was obvious to anyone who looked his way. It surely couldn’t get any worse than that moment…

“Joey?” A familiar voice said his name like a question, as if the person it belonged to couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing.

Joey’s head turned quickly to the entrance of the hairdressers. Standing in the middle of the doorway, looking like she had seen a ghost, was Tracy’s best friend, Gina. Joey stared at her, his ears feeling strangely cold and exposed without the hair to cover them and had no idea what to say or do. His throat was choked up with sobs that were queueing up like a traffic jam.

“What the… That’s erm…” Gina stuttered. She was staring at the top of Joey’s head.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Fran asked as she walked up next to Joey and placed a hand on his shoulder. Lucas came walking up next to her.

Gina’s eyes went from Joey to Lucas and back again. No doubt she was having the same thoughts that were whirling around Joey’s head, that the eighteen-year-old was a scaled-up version of the toddler. Joey saw the woman’s eyes drop down to his crotch and he felt as if his blood had suddenly frozen over. Had Tracy told her what he had been wearing at school the last time they had seen each other? It didn’t seem to matter anymore…

The weight of everything finally broke Joey’s resistance. He had tried to hold back the tears, but he could do so no longer. He wished more than anything to have his pacifier. His upper body started to shake as the first tears dripped down his cheeks and he started to sob. Anyone who hadn’t already been staring their way thanks to the haircut now turned to see him crying. He moved his hands to cover his face from the shame. He wanted a hole to open up and swallow him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Fran asked, “Do you need a change?”

“A… change…?” The words seemed to leave Gina without her permission, as if she was so confused she couldn’t help but speak.

Before Joey could say anything, he felt a hand pressing against the back of his shorts. He gasped and jumped forwards, for a second causing the bottom of his shirt to rise and show the waistband of the diaper he was wearing.

“Stand still.” Fran instructed, “Honestly, Lucas never gave me this trouble.”

Joey was still crying as he felt his mother’s hand move between his legs. He was frozen as still as a statue, praying that it was all some kind of bad dream and he would wake up with everything back to normal. He regretted, more than ever, trying out the pacifier.

“You’re wet, we should probably head to the changing room, just to be safe.” Fran said.

Joey’s crying had grown so loud that he was unsure if anyone said anything else. When his mom took one of his hands and pulled it away from his red face to lead him out of the hairdressers, he could see that Gina was gone. When she had left, he could only guess, but she had certainly witnessed enough of his humiliation to know what was going on. It was seeming like the whole town was going to know about the big baby in their midst. With every person who found out about him, the less it seemed like he could ever go back to normal.

“You don’t need to cry…” Lucas said. There seemed to be patience in his voice. Joey recognised it as being similar to the tone of voice he used when talking to Lucas. Heck, he was pretty sure he’d said the same exact thing when changing Lucas once.

Joey was led through the mall to the bathrooms. He tried desperately to stop crying, to stop drawing attention to himself, but it was difficult. Between his waddle, his tears, his outfit, and his haircut, he was becoming difficult to miss.

The family changing room had a lot of space. There was a changing table against one wall that was big enough for adults. No doubt it was useful for those that needed it, Joey just wished he wasn’t one of them.

Joey said nothing when his mom pulled down his shorts and, again, felt the diaper. The warm padding was pushed up against his crotch; he felt some of the liquid get squeezed out and run against his skin. He was helped up to the changing table and was thankful that it was high enough that Lucas wouldn’t see anything that was happening.

“Dear me…” Fran said wearily, “That was quite a scene you caused back there.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Joey exclaimed. The tears threatening to return, prickling his eyes and making his throat constrict as he relived his humiliation in detail.

“I taught you better than to be so ungrateful.” Fran shook her head. She paused as she wiped Joey’s genitals with a baby wipe and turned to the toddler, “Lucas, what do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

“Thank you!” Lucas quickly said in return.

“Very good.” Fran smiled indulgently.

“I’m not grateful!” Joey cried out. More tears were falling, and he couldn’t stop them, “How is any of this supposed to help me relax!?”

“It’s because you are still fighting it.” Fran said as if the answer were obvious, “You need to stop trying to be a big boy. It will be easier then.”

“But…” Joey tried to counter.

“Do you want your paci?” Fran asked.

Joey fell silent and he felt his bottom lip tremble. He knew he was very much undermining his own argument, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked at the wall next to them where there a relief running just above the height of the table of cartoon animals. He slowly nodded his head. Fran reached into her pocket and held out the pacifier; Joey accepted it with a sigh as he lay his head back on the padded table.

“Much better.” Fran said.

Joey stared up at the ceiling and blinked away the salty tears as his mom finished cleaning him up. He was soon in a fresh diaper, and his shorts were pulled up for him. He thought that would be the end of it as he pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and shoved it into his pocket.

“What about you, Lucas?” Fran asked as she balled up the wet diaper and threw it away, “Do you need a change?”

“Nope.” Lucas answered confidently.

Joey noted that his mom didn’t seem completely convinced. She bent down and pressed a hand against Lucas’s crotch, the pull-up underneath a lot stealthier than the bulky diaper around Joey’s waist. Fran’s face lit up into a big smile.

“Oh, honey, you ARE dry!” Fran said as she gave Lucas a big hug, “Well done!”

Joey ducked his head and turned away. That very much wasn’t the outcome he was hoping to hear…

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