I jumped a little when Daddy’s hands pulled down my pants. I opened my eyes to look up at him, wondering what he was doing.
“Easy, sweetie. I’m just going to change you,” he said, lifting my legs and taking both my pants and panties off.
I nodded my head as he also removed my shirt and bra. I hoped he was going to change me into some of my comfiest pajamas. I just wanted to lie back and relax for the next couple of days.
He let out a hiss and I looked down to see that I had a rather large bruise covering my abdomen. Funny, that part of my body didn’t hurt that bad. I removed my pacifier and said, “It isn’t that bad, honey. It just looks worse than it is.”
He gave a curt nod and then guided my pacifier back into my mouth. I sighed, closing my eyes again. This had to be hard for him to see. I knew he felt responsible for what happened to me, but it wasn’t his fault. I wished he understood that. Why did men have to be so, ‘It’s our job to protect females’? Didn’t they know that females could take care of themselves?
My legs were lifted and when they were put back down, there was something soft underneath my bottom. I just thought it was some pajamas, but when I felt Daddy putting baby powder on my pussy, I knew I was wrong. My eyes opened just as he was tightening the diaper around my pelvis.
“W-what are you d-doing?” I stuttered, taking the pacifier out of my mouth once again. We had hardly talked about this, but I thought that telling him I liked to be six would let him know I wasn’t okay with wearing diapers. Sure, I had worn them once before, but that was when he let me know I didn’t have to use them if I didn’t want to.
“I’m taking care of you, baby girl. You can’t think I would let you get up and move around right now. For the next couple of weeks, until those casts come off you, I’m going to be treating you as a one year old.”
“But I—” I began to say, but he shushed me! He shushed me! I was angry now.
“There’s no buts, sweetie. You need time to heal. Now, I want you to keep that pacifier in your mouth and no more talking. One more outburst and you will be getting a spanking. Once I finish dressing you, we’ll watch some TV together for a little while and then I’ll make you some lunch. Just relax,” he said, putting my pacifier back in my mouth.
I was in shock. Where did my sweet Daddy go? I wanted him back. I didn’t say one word as he pulled out a pair of fleece yellow footie pajamas with little teddy bears on them. I just lay there as he managed to get all of my limbs encased in the soft fleece. Somehow, the pajamas were big enough that they fit over my casts. When he finished dressing me, he lifted me up and carried me downstairs into his living room.
Laying me down on the couch, he said, “I’ll be right back, sweetie. I want to get you something to drink while we watch TV.”
He left the room and I just looked up at the white ceiling, trying to calm my nerves. I wasn’t so sure about what he had planned. I never thought about acting younger than four. The idea just never appealed to me. I liked to learn and have a little independence. If Robert was planning on treating me like a one year old for a couple of weeks, I was going to have zero independence for a while.
Samantha and I had talked about this before. She said that she loved being treated like a baby. She said it was the best way to really relax and forget your problems. But I still wasn’t so sure I wanted this to happen.
I also wasn’t sure if I could use my diaper. The thought of using it made me feel slightly nauseous. I was going to talk to Robert about it once he got back. He couldn’t be serious about it.
Just as I shifted to get into a more comfortable position, he came back into the living room.
“Alright, baby girl. Here’s your bottle,” he said, handing it over to me as he sat down next to me. He pulled me close and tossed a blanket over us. “Don’t want my baby girl to get chilled,” he said, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders so we were sitting right next to one another. He reached for the TV remote and turned on Sesame Street.
He pulled out my pacifier, reached for the bottle, and plopped it into my mouth. Guess, I’ll have to talk to him about this later, I decided as I sank further into the couch, watching Burt and Ernie sing a song together.
* * *
We watched TV for an hour before my tummy started to make noises.
“Someone’s hungry,” he said, placing a kiss on top of my head. “I’ll be right back with your lunch.”
I lay there, thinking about how these next couple of weeks were going to be for me. The way he made it sound, I would be completely reliant on him. I wasn’t sure if I felt comfortable with that, but I decided I would try to calmly talk to him after lunch.