Happy Birthday Princess! I tell her as I lean down to kiss her forehead. She groggily wipes her eyes and smiles back at me, melting my heart.
“We have a big day today! Remember how I promised you we’d go out and let you pick out a new stuffie for your birthday?”
She smiles and nods as she squeezes Roots her Capybara plushie.
“I’m so excited Daddy!” she tells me as I’m pulling her infantile printed sheets down to expose an expectedly soggy, pee tinted overnight ABU diaper.
She blushes. Even though it’s the norm; she clearly still gets embarrassed by her genuine overnight accidents and the need for padded nights or a lot of laundry the next day.
“I got you a little something first though princess…”
I tell her as she grabs my hands with hers and I pull her to her feet.
“Now close your eyes and I’ll take you to your special birthday present!”
She’s clearly exhilarated, but hesitates a little, “Can you change me first, Daddy?”
It’s a fair question, but changing her now would spoil the big surprise.
“I promise I will change you in a bit, my little birthday angel”
“OKAY DADDY!” She yells excitedly as her hands go up to cover her eyes.
My hand goes onto her back, slowly moving from the cute frilly pajama top she’s wearing down to her diaper that’s sagging a bit from what may be more than one overnight wetting.
I pushed against her squishy bottom, guiding her out of her bedroom and through the hallway into the living room.
“Can I open yet Daddy?” She asks with anticipation building, her hands still childishly placed over her eyes.
I smirk maliciously. “Of course baby!”
She does and her beautiful smile slowly fades as her surroundings come into focus. She’s then greeted by “SURPRISE!” from all sides, aggressively pulling her into the reality of her environment.
Our friends blow their noisemakers and the room erupts into laughter, points, and mocking baby noises and actions.
I put on her adorable sash that I got her with “Birthday Baby” scrawled across it in childish letters.
She’s still frozen in some combination of shame, shock and utter humiliation.
A familiar noise can likely only be heard by her and I as continues standing there nearly statuesque. I can feel her giving off a tangible heat of embarrassment as her skin reddens.
By the time the sound fades, almost in unison, a bead of urine escapes her at-least-twice wet diaper and travels down her leg and a tear drop moves slowly down her cheek.
“Even though you’re a year older, now everyone here knows you haven’t really grown up at all! Not that I think they are suprised my little birthday bedwetter. If anything, still needing diapers at your new age just makes you a bigger diapered loser than before.”
I cruelly address her in front of the group, and then point to a changing mat I have laid out almost perfectly in middle of all the party goers.
“Oh yes, I promised you a change after your surprise” I whisper to her, gently nudging her forward.
She stumbles, finally somewhat pulling her out of her trance. “We have a lot more excitement still my darling. Gifts, your smash cake, games, and lots of pictures.”
“Before that though, look at your special birthday diaper!” I happily express to her as I point it out.
Sitting next to some baby powder and a few stuffed inserts is a thick, plain white, Northshore diaper. However, now decorated with colorful markered happy birthday statements from all her friends. I can see the how thrilled they all are to see her wearing their little messages.
I lay my little baby doll down and begin untaping her diaper, knowing the sound of those tapes is probably defeaning to her compared to the usual case.
“Your first change at x years old! Isn’t that exciting sweetie?” I mockingly tell her as I pull back another tape. “And it is a NEEDED one. You really maxed out your portable potty this time, birthday girl.”
She looks at me teary eyed, realizing this humiliation is going to continue for the foreseeable future. “Cheer up sweetie” I condescendingly tell her as pull back the final tapes.
“It’s your birthday. We should be celebrating!”
I pause, while pulling her soaked diaper from under her… and then start in “Happy Birthday, to you 🎵🎶”
And the entire audience for her birthday diaper change join in
“Happy Birthday, to you 🎵🎶”
Happy Birthday…. Little potty pants
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