Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 23 (Patreon)

“Where are we going?” Jamie had asked once already and had not gotten a straight answer. Were they trying to surprise him with something? He doubted it.

“We’re going to see a friend,” Becky answered. Amanda kept silent.

Jamie gave up and watched the houses go by out the window. Everything reminded him of pictures of ancient Rome, not because things were ornate but because they were so massive. Not being told put him in a suspicious mood bordering on irritated. When you go see a friend, people are excited for it, he reasoned, but they look so serious.

They pulled into the parking lot of a long, rectangular, brick building. Jamie was allowed to walk into the building, but he had to hold Becky’s hand until they were inside. He wanted to ask Amanda what was going on; he thought she’d level with him, but he didn’t get the chance to ask her out of ear shot of Rebecca. Once in the building, he saw the sign board listing names and initials behind them. This is a medical building, he realized.

Why not tell him he was going to the doctor if nothing was wrong? But he felt fine. Were they going to do something to him? They rode the elevator to the third floor and went into a waiting room filled with littles and their bigs. Amanda found a chair with Jamie while Becky registered him.

Littles were sitting next to their bigs, some in strollers or carriers, some playing on the floor with toys. Some looked sick, and some, like Jamie, looked fine. Their little ages seemed to him to run from newborn to that fuzzy space between toddlerhood and the youngest childhood. He could easily tell they were all regressed by their faces and body language. Their eyes looked bright enough, but some looked zoned out the way infants sometimes do. Others jerked more than moved their hands, unable to make a smooth movement. Or else they had control of their gross motor skills, but not their fine; one held a sippy cup with both hands, while another smashed two toy cars together. He looked happy, but he also looked like he wasn’t capable of any game much more complex than that.

“Jamie,” a nurse called out as she opened the door. She held the door and then showed the three of them to an examination room. “Dr. Perkins will be in shortly.” Jamie heard loud crying from the room next door; he was out of patience.

“Why are we here?”

“It’s just a check-up.”

“And?”

“And that’s it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

“Well, I know the doctor can be scary.”

Yeah, Jamie though, when you’re five. It would make sense if he was regressed, but he wasn’t. There was a knock on the door, and it opened before they could answer. Guess doctors do that here too, Jamie mused. Becky stood up to greet the young woman who came in.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Dawn. I’m one of Dr. Perkins’ nurses.”

Becky answered back for the three of them. “Hi Dawn. I’m Rebecca, this is Amanda, and of course, this is Jamie.” Though he was seated on the exam table, Dawn still had to bend down slightly to look him in the eye.

“Hello, Jamie. I’m Nurse Dawn. It’s a big day for you, isn’t it? Are you ready for your first physical?” She said it as though speaking to an actual infant, her voice pitched higher than when she spoke to Becky.

“Actually, I’ve had, like, forty of these.”

“Ohho, well today you get your first real one.” Was that a shot at me or human medicine, he wondered.

“I’m not regressed.”

“I know. It says so right here in your chart. Arms up.” Her tone didn’t change.

Jamie looked at Becky, who was smiling weakly. “It’s okay, honey, she’s just going to undress you.”

“I can do it.”

Rather than reply, Dawn lifted his arms for him and pulled off his shirt, pushed him back gently, and then removed his shoes, socks, and pants.

Jamie looked pleadingly at Becky and Amanda. He wasn’t sure why; maybe because she was being so patronizing, and because this was the first time someone other than the two of them saw him in just a diaper. He tried to lay still and let it happen.

The nurse lifted his wrist and took his pulse. Jamie preferred to not look at her. With a tug on one and then the other hip, Jamie heard his diaper being opened and felt the cool air. It made him need to pee.

“O my, goodness,” Dawn squeaked, “someone is all dry.” Jamie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, which one of us,” he asked in his driest voice. Amanda had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. Even Becky chuckled. Dawn didn’t get it.

“We need to get a quick urine sample.” Finally, Jamie thought, I can show them I can control my bladder. He started to sit up, and Dawn put a heavy hand on to keep him on his back.

“It’s a lot easier to go standing up,” he said.

She shushed him. “It’s alright. I know this doesn’t feel very good.” What doesn’t? “This almost always works on littles, but sometimes we have to catheterize to get a sample.”

“Catheter who?”

Rather than respond, Nurse Dawn took his penis in her hand and began wiping the end of it with a something wet. He cringed. Before he could get over that sensation, she began rubbing a piece of wet cotton, just above freezing, in circles over this bladder, and triggering his reflex to urinate much more strongly than he had ever felt. In a mildly painful spasm, he began to pee and, and unable to sit up with Dawn’s hand back on his chest, he could only hear it hitting a plastic specimen cup. Jamie wasn’t sure if he had purposefully let his urine go or not. The need was so urgent, he couldn’t tell if he instantly relaxed or lost control. He was embarrassed and angry.

“What did you just do?!?” It didn’t hurt badly, but it didn’t feel good either.

“Sorry, kiddo, I know that doesn’t feel good.”

“That …”

Before he could finish, Dawn flipped him over. “Did you bring a stool sample?” Jamie blanched at the question before he could tell her he was fully capable of rolling over on his own and didn’t need to be handled like an infant.

“Right here.” Becky reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a plastic bag with a specimen cup inside.

Jamie put his head back down. Screw this, he thought, resigning himself to being a passive participant. Or at least he did until he felt a very large hand spreading his butt cheeks apart.

“HEY!” Jamie struggled to get up, but Dawn pushed him back down.

Amanda interjected. “Couldn’t you use an ear thermometer?”

To everyone’s astonishment, Dawn answered with, “Aww, aren’t you just the cutest big sister? Don’t worry, it won’t hurt him.”

Amanda scowled and shot back, “I’m not regressed either, lady.”

Dawn had already turned back to the task at hand. “This is much more accurate.”

Becky intervened. “It’s better this way, trust me.” She stepped forward and put a hand on Jamie’s back, gently, but he knew she’d hold him down if she needed to.

Jamie tried coming to his own defense. “Can we talk about this!?! I mean, what’s so bad about being off a tenth of a degree. That’s EEP!” He was cut off mid-sentence by a greasy finger entering his backside.

“Shh,” was Becky’s response, “you’re okay.” She meant it well, but it did nothing to make Jamie feel better. The finger was withdrawn and something much thinner was inserted. Jamie would have tried to get up, but holding perfectly still seemed the wiser option. He laid still with his cheek against the table thinking, Fuck this and all y’all.

After fifteen seconds, the thermometer was removed. Dawn folded the diaper back over Jamie’s butt and announced, “The doctor will be in just a minute.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I know that wasn’t nice, but it was necessary,” Becky said as she stroked his back. Jamie huffed in response.

“Amanda,” he asked.

“Yeah, buddy?” She stepped up to the exam table, and Jamie subtly titled his eyes. She caught the signal and bent down so he could whisper in her ear.

“Of course.” Amanda opened the diaper bag and took out a wipe, then folded back the diaper again and cleaned the lubricant from between his cheeks.

“Thank you.”

There was another knock, and again another woman came in without waiting for a response.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Perkins. You must be Rebecca.”

“Becky, please.”

“So, his first physical.” Jamie was getting a headache.

“May I?” It wasn’t a question as she stepped forward and placed what Jamie could tell was a cold stethoscope on his back.

“I don’t even have to be here for this,” Jamie said.

“Shh. Be very quiet for me, babe.” Jamie’s inevitable sigh coincided with her instruction to take a deep breath. “Can you be a big boy and roll over for me?”

Becky said something this time. “Yes, because he’s not regressed.” Jamie appreciated it, but he’d have appreciated it much more if she spoke up eight minutes ago.

“O! I’m sorry. Sometimes we just forget!” But the apology was to Becky, not Jamie. He turned himself over, and she put the stethoscope back on his chest, then his belly.

She probed around his abdomen. “Any complaints?”

“Just an upset tummy last week. It cleared up in a day.”

She folded the diaper down and checked Jamie’s privates. To her credit, she was gentle.

Finally, the doctor spoke to Jamie. “I’m going to press in a few places, and I want you to tell me if it hurts.” He nodded, and she pushed gently around his stomach, pubic mound, hips and joints.

“There,” Jamie winced.

“Here?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, sorry.” She turned her attention back to Becky. “Well, that’s normal for the surgery he had. He’s healing at the right rate. He’s moving around alright?”

“Yes. He gets tired easily, though.”

“That’s to be expected. I don’t see anything different from what the doctors at the hospital noted. He looks healthy and well developed.”

“Then can I get up?” She ignored him.

“How’s he tolerating his diet.”

“Hey! Can you please address me, dammit!” Jamie sat up and did his best to look deserving of respect, an affect he knew wasn’t so easy to pull off naked..

The doctor turned and looked at him with a blank expression for a second before turning back to Becky. “There are some things we can do to manage his behavioral outbursts if those are frequent, such as medication.”

Becky cut her off. “No, thank you.”

Now Dr. Perkins looked at Becky blankly and turned to Amanda, who looked livid. “Alright. I’ll have Dawn come back in and give him the vaccination, and then you’re free to go.” She left.

Becky sighed. “Sorry, Jamie. Let’s get you redressed.” Becky was getting his shoes on by the time Dawn came in.

“Alright. So this will only take a sec.” Dawn laid out a syringe, alcohol wipe, and band-aid on the exam table next to Jamie.

“What’s the shot for,” he asked. Dawn ignored himnot spitefully but because she just didn’t see the need to answer the question. “Rebecca?”

“It’s just a vaccination. You got some in the hospital but will need some boosters.”

He nodded. Amanda stepped forward and took his hand. “Squeeze if it hurts, buddy.”

Dawn rolled up his sleeve and rubbed his arm vigorously with the alcohol wipe. “Are you gonna be brave for me?” She pinched his arm to make the needle slide in easier. It looked no different than any other needle he’d been stuck with.

“What’s the big deal? I’ve gotten shots …” Dawn inserted the needle and pushed on the plunger.

Jamie’s lips quivered. Agony. Pure agony, like he’d been stabbed by a rhinoceros horn! He burst into tears and proceeded to wail while crushing Amanda’s fingers. Dawn put a band-aid over the spot. Jamie’s arm felt limp.

“He’s all set to go.”

“O, baby boy, I know it hurts.” Both Becky and Amanda tried to comfort him, and it was only a moment before he got himself under control, though he still lost a few more tears.

“What the hell was that? What did she do to me?”

Becky rubbed his back. “It was just a shot honey. They hurt.”

“Not like that! We have shots where I’m from, too! Did she maim me? Is it bleeding?” Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle at his theatrics. Littles and shots – always an event, just like with little kids.

“Can we please go home now?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”