Birthday Wishes - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

"What the fudge is going on?!" Kaylee demanded, her words losing a bit of their bite, as the third somehow came out differently than she intended. She'd fully meant to say something much worse, yet it had flowed off her tongue that way instead. She crossed her arms, feeling annoyed and humiliated.

"What do you mean, sweetie?" her mother furrowed her brow for a moment before a thought hit her. "Oh, did you have another stinky accident? I'm sorry if you had to stay in it, especially on your birthday, but you know you're supposed to come tell us..." She walked up to Kaylee, casually lifting her tutu and pressing a hand to the Pull-Up. "You're just wet, and it isn't even that bad..."

"Yes it is!" Kaylee pushed her mother's hand away, face ablaze in mortification. "What are you doing?! I'm not a baby!"

"No, of course you aren't," her mother cooed. "You're a big girl... And I'm sure it isn't comfortable, but I think you're over-reacting just a little, hon... Honestly, you're usually at least this wet when I check you..."

"No, I'm not!" Kaylee stomped her foot, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. "I don't wear fudging diapers!" She stomped her foot again as she failed to say the word she wanted a second time. It was almost as if her mouth was used to saying that instead - though she really wasn't terribly shy about saying it, generally. 

"I know you don't," her mother reassured her. "They're training pants, aren't they? Practically big girl panties!"

Kaylee glared at her mom. "I don't wear those either." She saw her mother's eyes dart to her tutu, and she quickly held the skirt down with a blush. "I shouldn't be! I don't need them!"

"Don't be silly," her mother shook her head. "I've changed you enough to know the truth, Kaylee... Not to mention, I just checked you."

"You did this!" Kaylee accused. "Whatever you drugged me with to kidnap me out of school and bring me... wherever here is..."

"Oh, you're playing pretend!" her mom shook her head and chuckled. "You're very good at that, aren't you?"

"This isn't pretend!" Kaylee insisted. "I was at college, and now I'm here, and I don't know where that is, and..."

"How could you have been in college, Kaylee? We pulled you out of school before you even got to first grade... And I should hope you know what your room looks like..."

"This isn't..!" Kaylee turned in a huff to look at the place she was standing, a slow realization creeping over her. It wasn't her room, not quite, but it was very familiar... If she ignored the girly wallpaper, the childish furniture, all of that... She'd never seen it looking this way, exactly, but she had seen it, many times - it was her parent's bedroom. Her head spun a little as her mind tried to accept this new piece of information, figure out what it meant. Why would they have redecorated their room this way? She shook her head. "Why would you even have taken me out of school that early?" she demanded.

Her mother took another step forward, reaching up this time, pressing a hand to Kaylee's forehead. "Are you okay?" she sounded concerned. "If you're getting sick, maybe we ought to postpone your party..."

Kaylee pushed her mom's hand away in annoyance. "What party?! You and daddy came up to see me at college, and then I woke up here!" She frowned as her mouth switched words on her again, as if it was used to adding those couple extra letters to 'dad' every time, although she hadn't called him that in years.

"This isn't a funny game, Kaylee," her mother reprimanded her, voice gaining a sudden stern edge. "You know I'd love for you to go to college, but that won't happen for a long time, no matter what pretend games you play."

"I'm already there!" Kaylee fumed, stomping her feet again. "I've been there for months!"

Her mom closed her eyes. "Kaylee, I know it's your birthday, but I don't want..."

"If you're going to lie to me, then at least come up with a better story!" Kaylee growled. "How did you think I would buy that you made me drop out of kindergarten?"

Her mother's eyes popped back open, with a puzzled look in them. "Because that's what you wanted... We didn't pull you out, you hated it, and you asked us to let you stay home, so we did... We asked you if you wanted to give it another try over and over, but you always said no, so..." She shrugged.

"But... Why would..?" Kaylee's mind raced. Her mother sounded sincere, despite how insane what she was saying was... Kaylee knew it wasn't true; she wasn't so certain her mom knew that. Asking not to have to go to school was such a silly, childish thing, why would anyone actually agree to that?

She looked around the room again, the one she knew was her parents', and yet was decorated like a little girl's. A long time ago, when they'd first moved into this house, she'd begged her parents to give her this room, since it was the biggest... They'd refused, of course.

Or had they? She thought back to the last thing she remembered, to before she'd woken up here... She knew she'd asked for this room; she didn't doubt she would have asked not to have to go to school; her parents had told her in the past how difficult it was to potty train her because she didn't want to give up her diapers. Could her wish have possibly come true?

But, while she didn't doubt she'd have wanted those things as a little girl, surely she didn't want all of this now that she was an adult... She looked around, wiggling her bottom in her damp Pull-Ups, seeing again just how infantile it all was, blushing at the idea that she'd still be into any of it at her age. What was she even thinking?! It was just a wish... There was no way it could have done all this in the first place! 

Finally, a sense of calm began to come over her, cutting through the panic. She tried to breathe a sigh of relief, however, her mouth was full, and, instead of trying to spit out whatever was in it, the movement of her mouth only made her feel better, so she kept at it, gently sucking away.

At least, until her mother gave her hand a little slap. That snapped Kaylee out of it with a start, and made her realize, as she moved her hand away, that what had been in her mouth was her own thumb. Her cheeks burned at the idea of standing there, dressed this way, sucking her thumb; even worse, the slight pain was enough to inform her that this wasn't just an odd dream, like she'd been hoping. It had barely hurt, yet she could still feel tears welling in her eyes, and her thumb started to move up towards her mouth automatically until her mother gave her a disapproving look.

"Kaylee, no," her mother lectured. "We talked about this! You have to stop that, or you're going to need braces!" Kaylee pouted and sniffled, but it wasn't like she wanted to suck her thumb, not really, nor did she want to get braces, especially at her age. "Now, enough playing around, Kaylee... Are you feeling up to your party today? You aren't acting like yourself, but if you want to do it, you can."

Kaylee shook her head. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, especially not her friends... Although, come to think of it, were her friends even her friends? She'd met most of them at school... If she hadn't had to go there, would she have met them? Who would she have met instead? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out, at least not right now...

"You're such a big girl!" her mother praised her, giving her a hug. "That's so mature of you, not wanting to risk getting your friends sick just for your party!" Her tone was sickly sweet, almost patronizing, but Kaylee felt a bit of pride rising up in her at the words anyway. "Do you want to lie down and take a nap?"

Kaylee nodded; maybe if she went to sleep, she'd wake up back where she belonged, instead of wherever this was. She knew it wasn't a dream, but there was no way it was real... Her mother took a step closer to her, grabbing her tutu and starting to pull it down.

"I can undress myself!" Kaylee pouted.

"Of course you can," her mom replied in the same, patronizing tone that made Kaylee wonder if it was true. She'd been dressing and undressing herself for years... Though, maybe not in this world... "I'm just helping." And yet, she did it all, tugging the skirt all the way down Kaylee's legs, then helping her lift her feet up over it before taking it over to the closet to hang it up, leaving Kaylee standing there in her t-shirt and damp Pull-Ups, with a tiara on her head, feeling incredibly awkward and humiliated.

"Kaylee, thumb," her mother said warningly as she walked back past her, over to her dresser. She pulled a couple things out, then walked to Kaylee's bed, spreading one of them out. "Come on, lie down," she instructed, while Kaylee bashfully pulled her thumb back out of her mouth.

Kaylee felt confused, but did as she was told, blushing as the thing her mom had laid out crinkled beneath her - or was that the bed itself? She gasped as her mother tore open the sides of her Pull-Up, laying it open, quickly trying to reach down and hide her privates, blushing even more. Her mother brushed them aside, expertly wiping Kaylee down with a cool baby wipe... Kaylee shivered, both at the chilly touch of the object, and the humiliatingly intimate act - one that her mother was treating as all too familiar.

"Now, why don't you roll over onto your tummy?" her mother suggested. "I'll be right back."

"But, why?" Kaylee asked, but her mom was already gone. Kaylee wriggled, eyes widening at the sight of her bedroom door, still standing wide open, letting anyone who came by see her there on her bed, naked from the waist down, as if this was nothing unusual. Her dad was probably the only other person there, but she didn't want him to see her this way! She didn't want to walk over to the door, either... At least if she rolled over, she didn't have to stare at the door the whole time...

Fortunately, it didn't take long before her mother came back, resting a gentle hand on the small of Kaylee's back. "All right, this'll just take a minute..." she reassured her. Kaylee gasped as she felt something thin and cold being slid into her backside. One hand moved to her mouth in a flash, while the other reached behind herself, wanting to pull it out. "I know you don't like it, but we have to make sure you're all right," her mother told her, batting Kaylee's second hand away, while letting her keep sucking her thumb for once. Kaylee hated that doing so made her feel better, but it was the only thing that made the situation bearable, while she wiggled on her tummy, hearing something happening beside her, yet too preoccupied with her discomfort to look over and figure out what it was.

"Can you take over?" she heard her mother ask. "I need to go start calling people to let them know we're changing the date..."

Kaylee's eyes widened, fully expecting to hear her father's voice behind her. To her surprise, it was something even worse - a voice she didn't recognize, a young woman. "Okay!" it chirped. "I'll take care of her!"

A few moments later, Kaylee felt the thermometer being extracted from her, and then she was rolled over onto her back on something large and padded, bringing her face to face with a teenager standing over her, smirking. "Mom's going to an awful lot of trouble, postponing this party she worked so hard on, for someone whose temperature is perfectly normal. Do you think she's going to like that?"

"Who are you?!" Kaylee demanded, trying to cover her crotch again, while also attempting to figure out the answer for herself. She looked familiar in a way, while, at the same time, Kaylee couldn't place her at all.

"Ha ha, very funny," the girl rolled her eyes, pushing Kaylee's hand aside and reaching beside her to grabbing a white bottle, dumping it out onto Kaylee's crotch, sending clouds of white dust floating down. She moved quickly and confidently, like she was used to this... Which was an especially disturbing thought as she reached down and pulled the thing Kaylee had been rolled over onto up between the girl's legs, forcing her thighs apart.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Kaylee squealed, despite having a very good idea of what was going on.

"I'm getting you ready for you nap, dummy," the teen shook her head. "Duh."

Kaylee's throat went dry as she heard one of the tapes being opened, the sides pulled up and secured tightly to the front. "I-I don't need these!" she insisted, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Oh, please," the girl rolled her eyes. "You can't sleep for more than five minutes without soaking your pants." She pulled the other side up, yanking it just as tight. 

"No!" Kaylee shook her head. "No, I'm not a bedwetter!"

"Of course you aren't," the girl took her by surprise at her agreement, just before pressing down the tape on the other side of the diaper, giving the thick, bulky garment a pat. "We don't want to have to do the laundry like three times a day. You're a diaper wetter."

"No, I'm not!" Kaylee whined, reaching for the tapes, wanting to rip them off.

"Hey!" the girl's tone turned stern, sounding very similar to Kaylee's mother's when she was really mad. Very, very similar... "Don't touch those, or I'm telling Dad! Now, scoot." The girl shooed Kaylee off what was now quite obviously a changing pad, folding it up and setting it on top of Kaylee's dresser, along with the bottle of baby powder. "Go on, get into bed... I'll be there in a second."

"I don't need a nap..." Kaylee waffled, even though she had to admit that she was feeling a bit tired, and she still hoped she might wake up back in the real world. Now that it was actually about to happen, and she knew she was going to be doing it in a diaper, it seemed a little less appealing.

"If you really were sick, you would," the girl said. "So, if you don't want me to tell Mom your real temperature, you'll get your diapered butt into bed."

Kaylee had a bad feeling she knew exactly who this girl was. Maybe it should have been obvious before, from the way she was saying 'Mom' and 'Dad', but it was such a foreign concept that Kaylee hadn't been able to accept it... But as Kaylee got under the covers, wincing at the tell-tale crinkling of a plastic sheet announced every move she made, and watched her more closely, the more she saw the resemblance.

A long time ago, the thing she'd wanted most of all was a little sister... She'd asked her parents for one, but, of course, they'd said no. She knew now what a ridiculous request that had been... And yet...

The girl walked over to her, tucking her in tightly. "Do you need a bedtime story?" she asked, sounding a bit mocking, yet still sincere, as if she half expected Kaylee to say yes, like it wasn't totally out of the question.

"N-No," Kaylee shook her head, staring up at the teen. She'd wanted a little sister so she could dress her up, boss her around, be in charge of someone... Now, it looked like she had one, but she was clearly the one in charge as she stood there, in the middle of the afternoon, looming over the bed Kaylee had just been tucked into for a nap, her tight shorts making it clear that she wasn't in a diaper like the one she'd just taped her older sister into.

"Night-night, then," the girl bent down, kissing Kaylee on the forehead. "I'll tell Mom you have a little bit of a fever... But only because it's your birthday." She walked out of the room, switching on a night-light as she made her way to the door, stopping just before she flipped off the main light. "And you'd better stay in bed, or she might figure out the truth on her own."

Then she was gone, door shut behind her, leaving Kaylee alone with her thoughts, squirming in bed, listening to the dual crackling of the protective cover on her bed, and the diaper on her bum. It looked like, somehow, her wish had come true... How could she have possibly imagined that it would turn out so badly?!

But it didn't have to be that way... After all, her parents were supposed to give her whatever she wanted; it was strange that she'd apparently wanted... this... for so long, but she could fix it. How hard could it be, when she could just ask them for anything?

She could march off and start right now... But, now that the lights were mostly off, and the blankets were snug around her, a nap didn't sound like such a bad idea... She curled up, thumb firmly in her mouth, no longer so certain she wanted to wake up back in college. Sure, it would be nice to be out of this childish room, not to mention training pants and diapers, however, she could get all of that here, and more... All she had to do was ask.