Chapter Twelve
Mr. Fox helped her scoot back on the changing table until her feet were on the padded surface. It felt weird to be doing this but also kind of nice so she tried to focus on that part.
He unbuttoned the shirt and peeled it off her before wiping her down with baby wipes. They smelled nice and it was almost like when he’d given her a bath which she’d really liked. She wanted to do it again sometime when she could enjoy it more.
“Time to lay back, sweetheart.”
He cupped the back of her head and helped her lie back on the table and then wiped her down some more. It was weird to have him touching her between her legs. Not bad. He was being so gentle, and she didn’t really know what to do with that. Usually when men touched her there, it was because they wanted something from her.
A lot of times they didn’t bother trying to get her ready, but even when they seemed to care if she got off, it always felt like it was more about them in the end. Their ego, their pride, their manliness and if she couldn’t come, well, it wasn’t their fault, she was clearly defective. So she’d faked it.
Mr. Fox finished wiping her down without trying to make it into a sex thing at all which was at once kind of weird—did he not want her like that?—but also a relief. Shedidwant him like that but not right now. Maybe he was just being sensitive to the fact that she wasn’t in any shape to fool around, no matter how hard her crush on him was.
He helped her roll over then and wiped down her backside and hips and legs and she let him without another word. Then it was time to turn onto her back again.
Before she knew what he was doing, he’d lifted up her calves and slid something under her hips. It wasn’t until he’d pulled the other part of it through her legs that she realized it was a diaper. A legit diaper. He hadn’t yet fastened the sticky side tabs when she found her voice.
“What are you doing?”
He looked down at her, hand firmly on her lower belly. He didn’t look angry or exasperated but she was still a little afraid. Which wasn’t his fault at all, it was just, well, when she disagreed with people bad things tended to happen. Like when she’d disagreed with those boys earlier today.
They had thought they had license to do whatever they wanted to her body and she was firmly of the opinion that they could fuck all the way off. She might not have much, but her own flesh belonged to her and she made the call about what to do with it and who to do those things with. Had that really only been this afternoon that they’d attacked her? It felt like a lifetime ago.
His head tilted the slightest bit. “Putting you in a diaper. I don’t think you want to have another accident, do you?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head while her cheeks flamed. She definitely did not want that. That had been awful for about a thousand different reasons.
“But? You can talk to me. I might disagree with you but I’m not going to be angry and I’m not going to yell. When you’re better, I’ll spank your bottom if you’re naughty but I would never hurt you like those boys did.”
“I know.”
“I’m glad. I never want you to be afraid of me.”
Twyla didn’t think she ever could be, not for real.
“I feel weird about wearing a diaper. I’m not a baby and it’s…it’s embarrassing.”
Mr. Fox nodded and reached up to brush a hand over her hair. “That was a really good job using your words. I’m proud of you.”
Something inside her felt like it sparkled. Like there was a chandelier in her chest and there was light shining through all the little hangy crystal bits.
No one was proud of her. She didn’t do anything right. Definitely not when she was arguing.
“This is a lot.”
“I know, little girl, and you’re doing a great job.”
“Is…is this just for tonight?”
“That depends. I like having my little girls in diapers and controlling their potty times. I like taking care of them even when they mess in their diapers.” He shrugged. “It’s fun for me if it embarrasses you some. And some little girls get turned on by that embarrassment. I would never humiliate you by bringing this up in front of anyone. This is between you and me. And we’ll tell Dr. Eric.”
“Why we do we have to tell him?”
She thought of the handsome man who had taken such good care of her and her stomach twisted at the thought of him knowing. She wasn’t sure she wanted this at all, but she was definitely sure she didn’t want anyone else to know.
“It’s important to tell your doctor the truth. They can’t help you if they don’t have all the information. And besides, Dr. Eric is a special doctor. He’s a pediatrician who sees kids, but he also has a special part of his practice where he sees grown-ups who are little girls and boys. He has a whole special day for it and a special exam room, and I promise he’s seen everything. He’s not going to be shocked or think it’s odd.”
Twyla’s mind was spinning with all these revelations. There were enough little girls and boys that they could have their own doctor? Even just part of the time?