Enough reposts and I'll post part 2
Mom made me wear swim diapers?
The Cyprus door knocked as mom's voice floated in.
"Yeah." I responded, just loud enough for her to hear through the door. It creaked open towards me.
"Sugarbug," Mom crept around the doorway, holding something behind the wall. "I thought we could go to the beach today. It's a beautiful day outside and you're just wasting it being inside."
"Um." I put my phone face down on the bed. "Maybe? What are we gonna do?"
She let out a breathy laugh. "Baby we definitely need to go. Just look at how pale you are, we need to get some sun on you."
My heart started to race a bit when she walked towards me hiding something behind her back. It was the same thing she did when she made me wear a pull-up for the first time.
"Mom-" I tried to interrupt her as she lifted up my arm.
"It'll be good for you! We're gonna go get some fresh air and feel the sand beneath our toes. And I'll let you pick out where we go to lunch on our way back." Now I definitely felt nervous. Mom didn't offer that sort of thing unless she was trying to bribe me.
"And we're gonna have such a fun time and-"
"MOM!" I half shouted, just loud enough to interrupt her train of thought. She paused. "What are you holding?" I questioned, and she let out a guilty look.
It was a plasticky crinkly abomination. Still folded, it was in a neat rectangle, but you could clearly see the design. Pastel blue with a cookie monster wearing swim goggles loudly emblazened across the front of it.
"MOM!" I yelled at the sight of it. "I'm not going to wear that out it's-"
"Katie." She said calmly, yet stern enough to cut in. "We're going to be taking a long drive to the beach, and you know how I feel about you being in my car without protection. I know that you think you don't need them during the day, but we might not be able to find a restroom when we're at the beach."
"But..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. I just looked at the embarassing swim diaper mom was holding up, almost in shock that they made them in adult sizes like that.
"But nothing baby. Nobody's going to be able to tell you have it under your swimsuit. And it's just for emergencies, okay."
Tears clung to my eyes, "Okay mom." I wanted to tell her no, that we just didn't need to go out, but I knew better. Mom wasn't asking me, she was telling me.
"Now, I can help you put it on, or I can give you a minute and you can put it on yourself." She looked at me waiting as I just sat there. I already knew my answer, I just didn't want to tell her.
Mom placed the swim diaper just inches next to me with a smile. "I know you think this is embarrassing, but you are being very mature about this. I'm proud of you."
She closed the door behind her. I just started at the awful thing. I didn't have time to sulk. I knew mom would come right back in here and put it on me herself if I took to long. Dejectedly, I got up and looked through my closet. My swimsuits were buried at the end of my clothing hangers, and my heart began to pound as I centered them on the pole.
"No..." My heart raced. They were all to short. I didn't have anything that would actually cover them. The closest thing I owned was some one piece from junior high that I still had for whatever reason. It definitely wouldn't fit me. "Mom dresses more modestly than me, I could borrow-" The thought ended as quickly as it began. Mom was a size larger than me. Anything she owned would just fall off me, and then everyone would definitely see what I was wearing.
I quickly rummaged through my closet, praying to miraculously find something, but nothing appeared.
"Kaitlyn?" Mom called out from the hallway
"JUST A MINUTE!" I yelled back. My heart was pounding. Everyone was going to see. There was no way you wouldn't be able to tell what I was wearing under any of the bikini bottoms I had, but I didn't have any time left to think. I shedded my hipster panties and sweatpants off, and wormed the swim diaper up my legs. It fit snugly, and didn't really come off as discrete. It audibly crinkled as I made my way back to the closet, steeling myself and just grabbing the one piece off the hook.
"Katie?" The door knocked. "I'm going to come in now, okay?" My heart raced as the door slowly crept open, giving me just enough time to force myself into the swimsuit. It clenched at my stomach and I could just barely get the straps over my shoulder.
Mom calmly walked towards me and crouched down. Her finger crept into the side of the crotch and peeled it open, revealing the embarassing pull-up underneath. "Good job." She said, as if I were two and not twenty.
"Mom-" I said trying to interrupt whatever train of thought she was forming before she actually said anything. "M-"
"Are you sure this is what you want to wear?" She said, looking up at me. "It feels a little tight. Do you want to try that red swimsuit you have? The-"
"Geez, okay. I'm just trying to help baby. You sure you're not uncomfortable?"
"No mommy, I'm fine." I lied, it was definitely too small for me. I could still breathe in it and it was better than just going out with something half covering my little swimmers.
"Alright." She smiled, "Do you wanna use the restroom before we leave?"
"No, I'm good." I lied, again. I could kind of go if I tried right now, but something worried me that if I got this swimsuit off, I wouldnt be able to get it back on.
"Are you sure?" Mom was dressed a lot better than me. Curvy, with stretchmarks showing over her black bikini.
"Okay, I packed towels, sunglasses, extra swim diapers, wipes, a changing mat, juice boxes, sunscreen, and some healthy snacks. You want me to bring anything else?"
My face was beet red and I could almost feel my heart lodged in my throat. She was carrying my diaper bag, from when I was a baby. An actual diaper bag, with wipes, and extra changes if needed. I wondered if killing myself was an option for a moment.
"No, I'm good. Thank you." Like it or not,