I’ll Cry Instead
This caption is for @jamesdaycare, a special little one who’s determined to prove he’s a big boy, despite all the evidence to the contrary.
*And yes, I'm aware that I said I’d be posting less and here I am blowing up your feed, sue me*
After months of pleading and negotiating, you finally got your chance—and you were determined to prove you weren’t some silly pamper packer.
She finally—finally—let you wear your special big boy undies, the super cool Ben 10 briefs that you begged her to but for you.
Tonight was the night you’d show her you could be a man!
You never felt cooler than right now, walking around the fancy wine tasting, wondering if everyone could tell your underwear was just so cool.
Besides, she told you if you managed to make it through the night without an accident, she’ll actually make you a man!
Needless to say, you were excited.
After 24 long years of imagining what it would be like to be with a woman, you were about to experience it!
You even laughed as she packed a bag with a spare diaper—just in case—making a point to toss the spare shorts she wanted to bring.
You wouldn’t need that!
Each glass of wine made you feel better than the previous one, even though it tasted icky. But you pretended it was good because all the other adults raved about something French.
Whatever Cabernay Savinyon was.
Her smile electrifies you as she grabs your hand.
“Do you need to go potty before we go sit outside, sweetie?”
“I’m not a baby, I’ll go if I need to!”
Look at you, proving you’re a man.
Had you not been so proud—or anything but a silly little thing—you’d have realized she was right.
But you didn’t.
She knew well before you did you were in trouble. She could see your fidgeting and bouncing from a mile away.
Not that it bothered her, she was exhausted of your incessant arguments that you were a big boy.
She was more than willing to let you experience the natural consequences of your immaturity.
And she didn’t need to wait long.
You barely made it outside before it happened. Your eyes going wide in terror as your bladder screamed in pain, unable to meet its burden of the big boy drinks you thrust upon it.
“Everything okay, James?” she asked innocently, as if she didn’t know what was about to happen.
“I-I…” you managed before the floodgates opened.
Tinkle flooded your special Ben 10 undies, which were comically unsuited for the onslaught.
“Mmmm,” you whimpered pathetically as peepee gushed down your leg, pooling onto the ground.
There was no hiding what was happening.
You felt the eyes of the patrons on you, watching the train wreck unfolding before them.
They may have been shocked—but she wasn’t.
She didn’t need to say a single word, her smile said it all: I told you so.
All you could do is groan feeling the warm river of shame waterfalled down your legs, not daring to meet her gaze.
When you finally finished, you heard her break through your haze of embarrassment.
“Uh oh, did you have an accident, honey?”
Tears welled in your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
“No, baby, don’t cry!” she said wrapping you in a hug, skillfully avoiding your wet pants, “It’s just an oopsie daisy, it happens to little ones like you! Let’s get you into something more appropriate, hmm?”
She grabbed your hand without waiting for an answer, pulling you somewhere.
You didn’t know. You didn’t care. You couldn’t think straight. As long as you went far from here.
At least until she pulled you into the women’s bathroom.
“N-no, I c-can’t go in there!”
“Oh stop, I need to get you out of those wet pants. And besides, nobody bats an eye when women change their babies here!”
You’re too frazzled to argue. Even if she’s calling you a baby.
“Lay down, James,” she says pointing to the changing mat she laid down.
You hesitate, it’s not even a stall—it’s in the middle of the bathroom.
“N-no!” you shriek, looking around.
She doesn’t argue. She unbuttons your soggy pants, pulling them to the floor, exposing your Ben 10 undies.
“I know how excited you were to wear those, but you’re not ready for these, are you? You need something a bit more padded to hold your wetwets.”
She pushes you down as you whimper, onto the changing mat. Your special Ben 10 undies are unceremoniously tossed aside.
“Awww, if you weren’t such a baby,” she says wiping your little parts, “Maybe you could have used this for something other than tinkling…but I guess you’ll have to wait a few more years.”
She laughs, not in a condescending way, but as if it was just a silly, offhand comment.
The crinkling of your diaper as she fluffs it fills the room. “Up.”
She slides your diaper under you and tickles your tummy.
“But isn’t this better? You don’t need to try that, do you? Aren’t you happier here, safe and sound, wrapped in my love? No expectations?”
She sprinkles baby powder on you, rubbing it in meticulously.
“You’re not a big boy—and you’ll probably never will be! And that’s okay! The real world can wait, you belong right here. Girls will still fawn over you, I promise!”
“I-it’s not the same…” you pout.
“Maybe not, but what can you do? You’re not a big boy, you need diapers! Girls love helpless little things like you!”
She tapes the last tab and pats your diaper appraisingly.
“There, all snug as a bug.”
You watch in horror as she stands up and offers you her hand.
“Y-you forgot my pants!”
“Honey, they’re soaking wet, y can’t wear those!”
“B-but, what about—.”
“You mean the spare shorts you were just so sure you wouldn’t need? I didn’t pack them!”
“But I…I need…need something to cover my…my…”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say diaper.
“Cover your diapie? Well you should’ve thought about that, silly boy! It’s time you trust the adults to make your decisions. But for now, you’ll just have to do without, sweetie.”
No.
No. No. No!
But she already packed your wet clothes and changing mat, leaving you no options.
“C’mon, James, let’s get you home, you had a long day.”
You take her hand, eyes shut, trusting her.
Everyone can see your diaper with the silly designs—nothing like your Ben 10 undies.
As you ignore the laughing, you wonder when you’ll ever get to wear them again.
Or if you’ll ever be with a woman.
But deep down, you know the truth: this is where you belong.
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