[Something Different]
“Are you happy with the diaper you picked out for the big holiday party tonight? First impressions are important, some people only know about you from my posts!”
“I guesso…the only choices you gave me were this or the pink unicorn diaper, and I don’t want your friends to think I’m a sissy. All the posts are bad enough.”
“Awww, I wouldn’t worry about that kiddo. Everyone knows you’re my adorable little prince, Little Prince Soggybottom! Is that how you want me to introduce you tonight?”
“No!”
“I guess you’re right, that’s too long for everyone to remember. It’ll be better if we make it shorter…Prince S! S for Soggybottom!”
“But…that’s not…that sounds like…”
“Oh stop it, you worry about everything. If someone doesn’t get why I call you Prince S, you can just show ‘em your diaper and they’ll get it. Now put your pants on and grab the unicorn diaper…just in case my little Prince S needs a change at the party.”
"Nice costume, dweeb," I chuckle. I reach out and ruffle your hair. In a sing-song voice I ask "Someone let you come here all on your own?"
He blushed deeply and motioned towards the two cups he was carrying. One was plain ice water, and the other was a glass of punch. His shirt was childish and he had a big man-child sized diaper on, with a small cartoon prince on the front of it. He looked back up at me with big doe eyes; I wonder if I could get him to wet himself.
"Aw did someone send you to get drinks? Are you a little errand boy?"
His bottom lip quivered, I was worried I'd gone too far until he said "Yessum," in a quiet voice.
"The punch isn't for you, is it? It's not age appropriate for someone like you."
He stammered, but the first of his diaper was still pearly white. Hmm.
I brought my cup to my mouth and took another swig of the punch, I was a little inebriated but not a lot. Just enough to be willing to give some diapered guy a little bit of teasing. "C'mon little guy, use your words." After a moment I added "Sound it out if you have to."
He slowly gathered himself. He shifted in his stance and muttered "They're for my Daddy."
I grinned. "Say that again." I said, without a hint of it being optional. "Louder."
He looked at me as with those big doe eyes, like a cat begging you not to clip his nails. I met his gaze, and raised my left eyebrow at him.
He folded instantly. "They're for my Daddy!"
I smiled and nodded. "I bet it is. Why don't you bring me to your Daddy? I have a lot of questions about how he treats his little," I made a point of looking down at his diaper again, and to my pleasant surprise saw it was becoming visibly discolored; he was going right now. "Princess."
