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The Three Stages of Training
by capst
"Jeff, it just isn't working out. Maybe we'll run into each other again
sometime in the future," Jennifer said into the telephone.
"But...," came Jeff's plaintive reply. He never finished as Jennifer
cut him off.
"It's over, Jeff. Bye," and with that, she hung up.
Jennifer Thomas was a very self-assured young lady. At 24, she had already
risen to office manager at the Arvis Insurance Agency. Some of the people
she had stepped on to get her position were twice her age. The poor slobs
would never rise above a menial clerical position.
Her self-assurance didn't just come from her working life. She exuded it
in her recreational pursuits, too. She was known locally as an accomplished
bicycle racer, having won or finished highly in several local street races.
She was an aggressive rider, which didn't win her too many friends. Everyone
knew that she would give no ground. Jennifer would rather take a tumble
during a race than give up the inside track on a turn.
The other athletic endeavor that she enjoyed was rock climbing. Jennifer
stood 5 foot 8 inches, was well muscled but not overly so. Her most prized
possession on her body was her pair of 40D breasts. Combined with her slim
waist and muscular limbs, she could pick up on practically any guy she set
her sights on. And she did this often.
In fact, that was the basis of her major character flaw. Jennifer was unable
to maintain an attachment with a male. The psychologists would tell you
this came from a fear of abandonment...and they would be right. Her father
had walked out by the time she was two, never to be seen again. This led
her to break up with a man before he ever had the opportunity to leave her.
No matter how good the guy was to her, they would get dumped before they
knew it, just like her latest, Jeff.
At 5:00 sharp, Jennifer closed up the Arvis office for the three day Memorial
Day weekend, but not without a last admonishment to her staff. "Don't
over do this weekend, folks. I expect to see you all on time Tuesday morning."
Jennifer headed to her Corvette convertible and headed for her apartment.
As she drove, she planned out her weekend. Saturday she would sleep in,
do some mall shopping, and then maybe some boyfriend shopping at the bars.
After all she wasn't saddled with Jeff, anymore. Sunday, she had the annual
20K bike race through town, and Monday she planned to go out to the State
Park west of town and do a little solo rock climbing. With no plans for
Friday night, she thought she might as well relax, maybe catch up on some
magazine reading.
She hoped that her roommate, Erin Lasalle would be out tonight. If she was
going to read, she wanted to have some quiet in the apartment. Her roommate
was a little bit annoying at times, always wanting to talk. Jennifer wished
she didn't have to share the apartment, but financially it was necessary
at the moment. To afford a nice place, what with the payments on the 'Vette,
she just couldn't be on her own.
Jennifer's roommate Erin was still something of a mystery, even though they
had lived together for three months. Erin had a job at one of those weird
occult bookstores. She was 23, but always seemed older and more mature than
that. On the few occasions that Jennifer had dragged her along bar-hopping,
Erin was always quiet and reserved. She seemed more content with observing
than being an active participant.
Jennifer arrived home and was pleased to find no sign of Erin. She microwaved
a frozen pasta dinner (needed to load some carbs before the bike race) and
wolfed it down, then settled into her bedroom. She had just picked up the
latest copy of People when she thought her luck had run out. She heard Erin
come in the front door.
"Hi," Erin called out and Jennifer responded in kind. Jennifer
felt lucky. Erin didn't come to her room. It sounded as if she had something
to do. She heard Erin put something down in the living room and head into
the kitchen. She returned to her reading while she could.
After a few minutes, Jennifer noticed a strange odor wafting into her room.
Erin must have brought home one of those strange candles from her store
and lit it in the living room. She wished Erin would confine her oddball
practices to her own room and not the common areas, and she hoped the candle
wouldn't set off the smoke detector.
She set down the magazine so that she could go gently suggest Erin move
the candle to her own bedroom, but she couldn't. Not that she couldn't make
the suggestion. She couldn't move. Lying on her back with her arms at her
side, she couldn't move a muscle. The strange scent of the candle was overpowering.
She tried to call out for help, but that didn't work either. She was completely
paralyzed.
"Don't panic, Jennifer," came Erin's voice as she entered the
room. The words seemed somehow soothing and Jennifer calmed.
"In the short time that I've been in your life, I've seen that though
outwardly happy, you will never be inwardly happy," Erin continued.
"Don't worry, my sole purpose here is to fix that for you. Your only
investment will be a little time. For this three-day weekend, I will be
in total control of you. I will be taking you through some training. You
might call them the three stages of training for womanhood. After the weekend,
you will return to your prior life with only minor changes and, hopefully,
much enlightenment. You will see the reality that I present before you.
I will be seen as whoever I need to be to present your lessons. Your surroundings
will also change to suit the lesson. You will never forget who you are but
will function only in the reality you see. Now sleep. You need to rest for
the training."
And Jennifer slept.
Jennifer woke up to a knocking on the door of her room. The door opened
and in popped Erin, her big sister...no, wait, that wasn't right. Yes it
was.
"Come on, sleepyhead, you've wasted half the morning. Remember our
plans? This is a big day," Erin called out.
"Okay, I'm coming," Jennifer grumbled as she hopped out of bed.
She remembered her anticipation of the day. Her big sister was taking her
out shopping for her first training bra. She realized that she had dropped
the magazine off her bed. She must have fallen asleep last night while reading
an article about Leonardo DiCaprio in Teen Magazine. She walked over to
the mirror over her dresser, leaned forward and kissed the poster of Leo
that was taped to it.
She moved her gaze to the mirror. Looking back at her was her sixth-grade,
twelve-year old self. This couldn't be right. She was a grown woman, not
a girl. But somehow, she needed to accept it.
She turned sideways and smoothed her nightgown over her chest. Was there
a hint of development there? She hoped that someday she would have big breasts
like Erin.
Jennifer pulled off her nightgown and pulled on a white t-shirt with the
logo of Washington Elementary School on it. She would be graduating in a
few weeks and moving on to junior high. That gave her a few pangs of anxiety.
She pulled on a pair of blue-jean shorts over her cotton Barbie underpants
and slipped on a pair of sandals. Then she brushed her hair back in a pony-tail.
She was ready to go to the mall with her big sister.
"Erin, I'm ready to go," shouted the now twelve year old Jennifer.
"Okay," Erin answered. "Let's go shopping. It's not every
day that I get to take my little sister out shopping for her first training
bra."
They left the apartment and walked down to the parking area. Jennifer started
to head for the driver's side of the Corvette. "No, that's not right,"
she thought to herself letting out a little giggle. She turned and got in
the passenger door thinking her big sister sure had a neat car.
Entering the Westside Mall, Erin suggested that they head for the food park
and have lunch before they got into serious shopping. On the way, they passed
the video arcade. Jennifer couldn't help looking at a cute boy, a little
older than her, maybe thirteen who was playing a game right by the entrance.
He was so cute. She was so intent in her gazing at him that she stumbled
over the corner of a planter, shouting out as she almost fell which served
to draw a lot of attention to her. Her face reddened as she and Erin continued
on their way, Erin sporting a little unnoticed smirk.
"Not quite so confident anymore, is she?," Erin thought.
Lunch was less eventful. Erin had a two item combo from the Chinese place
and a Diet Coke. Jennifer got a Hot Dog on a Stick and lemonade. After they
finished their meals, they set off shopping.
As they walked down the mall, Jennifer kept looking wistfully at the mannequins
in the windows of the various shops that catered to juniors. She could only
wish that someday she could wear outfits like those. They ended up in the
girl's department at Mervyn's.
"Here's a couple of different sizes for you to try," Erin called
out, handing two white cotton training bras to Jennifer. "Let's go
to the dressing room."
Jennifer took them thinking, "Wow, my first training bras, cool."
"Take off your t-shirt and try them," Erin told Jennifer as she
entered an open dressing room. "I'll be right back."
Jennifer took off her t-shirt and looked at her slim profile in the mirror.
"Maybe, just maybe, something is starting to grow on my chest,"
she thought. She took the first training bra from the hanger and slipped
her arms through the straps. It was a 32AA. She reached behind her and tried
to hook the hooks. It was a frustrating feeling. She couldn't get the hooks
connected. Whenever she seemed to be getting close, one side would slip
from her fingers or her pony tail would get in the way.
"Sorry, I should have stayed to help you. I forgot how difficult this
can be to learn," Erin said returning to the dressing room with a couple
of other clothing items. She easily performed the hooking maneuver for Jennifer.
"This one seems a little loose. Better try the 30AA," Erin commented.
She unhooked the 32 as easily as she had hooked it, then deftly hooked the
30. "That one's a perfect fit."
Jennifer looked in the mirror. She imagined herself growing up to have breasts
as big as Erin's. Erin pulled off the tag and said, "Might as well
buy it so you can wear it. Here, try these, too." Erin handed a white
tank top and a denim skirt to Jennifer.
Jennifer pulled on the top. It had thin straps and fit somewhat tightly
over the training bra. It had a pink heart printed on the front. The shirt
stopped just above her belly button. She took off her shorts, exposing her
cotton Barbie panties briefly and pulled on the skirt. It was short and
flared. She found that she couldn't pull it high enough to meet the shirt
without exposing her panties. The outfit, as she had to wear it, left her
bare midriff exposed.
"You look so cute," Erin remarked. "I'll pull the tags to
pay and you can wear your new outfit."
"Cool," Jennifer said. But deep down, she was just a little nervous
about wearing such a revealing outfit.
Erin paid for the clothes and they put Jennifer's old shorts and elementary
school t-shirt in a bag. As they walked back into the mall, Jennifer couldn't
help but think that everyone in the mall was watching her.
They spent the rest of the afternoon hitting the various mall shops. Erin
tried on a variety of outfits. At a couple of the shops, sales clerks commented
to Jennifer that "it won't be long before you'll be able to shop here,
too." This made Jennifer feel anxious to grow up.
It was after 5 when they made it back to the car, this time Jennifer heading
directly for the passenger door of the Corvette. "Let's head for dinner,"
Erin said and Jennifer realized just how hungry she was.
Jennifer couldn't help but feel disappointed when her sister drove past
McDonalds without stopping. Erin pulled into the parking lot of The Grill,
a popular hangout among those in their early twenties.
They were seated at a table not too far from the bar. The waiter asked,
"Can I get you ladies something to drink?"
Erin answered for both, "I'll have a rum and Coke, and my sister will
have a Shirley Temple."
When the waiter returned with the drinks, the ordered dinner. "I'll
have the chicken fajitas," Erin said.
"I want the grilled cheese and fries," Jennifer said having fewer
choices from the kid's menu.
As they waited for their food, Erin scanned the early crowd at the bar.
She spotted Jeff, until yesterday Jennifer's guy, and waved him over. "Care
to join us, Jeff," Erin asked. " You look a little down."
Jennifer's heart fluttered. She knew Jeff. She liked him. She hoped he would
join them.
Jeff sat at their round table about equally spaced between the two girls.
"Yeah, I'm a little down. Jennifer dumped me yesterday," Jeff
told Erin.
"I heard and I'm so sorry for you," Erin responded.
Jennifer's thoughts raced. Some other girl named Jennifer just dumped him.
He doesn't have a girlfriend. Maybe... Tired of being left out of the conversation,
she cleared her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Erin apologized. "Jeff, this is my little
sister. Her name is Jennifer, too."
"Hi," Jennifer said, too tongue tied to think of anything else
to say. She did flash Erin a look though thinking she could have left the
word little out of the introduction.
"Hello," Jeff answered Jennifer. "You seem much sweeter than
the other Jennifer I know."
That comment made Jennifer's heart flutter even more. But then, much to
her dismay, Erin and Jeff launched into a boring discussion of various adult
topics. Work, politics, and more dumb stuff. Jennifer strained to look for
an opening to enter the conversation, but she couldn't find one.
She thought back to what her sixth-grade friends said about getting boys
to like them. Kimmy, her best friend, always told the girls that boys like
to see girls panties. If you showed a boy your panties, then he would like
you. Kimmy was smart, too. She must be right because she was 'going' with
Aaron, the cutest boy in the whole school.
Jennifer adjusted her chair to turn towards Jeff. She spread her legs apart,
hoping Jeff would see. He did glance her way for a second but quickly turned
his attention back to Erin. She tried sliding down in the chair a little
so that her skirt would ride higher, but Jeff paid her no attention.
Erin leaned close to Jeff and whispered, "We just bought Jennifer her
first training bra. Why don't you tell her how mature she looks."
Jennifer was so intently focused on Jeff that she didn't hear Erin's whisper.
She tried one more sliding adjustment in her chair just as Jeff turned and
started to speak. "You certainly are a mature..."
Disaster struck. Just as Jeff spoke to her, Jennifer's position adjustments
caused her to slide off the chair and onto the floor. In doing so, her skirt
flipped up completely, showing Jeff all of her panties, a lot more than
she intended to. Humiliated by her fall, she jumped up and started to cry
drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Unfortunately, her
skirt stayed up until Erin could reach over and recover her modesty.
"It's okay," Erin comforted the sobbing Jennifer. Erin took her
to the rest room and tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, nobody saw
anything that doesn't get seen on little girls every day." Slowly,
Jennifer calmed down. They were able to make their way back to the table
just as their dinners came. Jeff was gone.
Dinner was eaten quietly. Jennifer was famished and enjoyed her sandwich
and fries with a lot of ketchup. By the time they left Jennifer, resilient
as most children, had forgotten her embarrassment.
Erin pulled into a parking lot. "Wait here and I'll be right back with
a surprise," Erin said and she walked off to Blockbuster Video.
When she returned, Jennifer instantly started to pester her. "What
movie did you get me." She secretly hoped it was 'Titanic' so she could
see Leo again."
"Wait till we get home," was all her sister would say.
"Go and get dressed for bed while I get the tape ready," Erin
told her when they entered the apartment. "Wait, let me help,"
she added as she slipped her hand under the back of her shirt and unhooked
her training bra.
Jennifer went to her room and undressed quickly. She wanted to get to the
movie. She opened the drawer and changed into a clean pair of Barbie panties,
pulled on a Barbie nightgown, and headed for the living room couch.
"Here you go," Erin said as she pushed the play button. First
came trailers for several Disney cartoons and an ad for Disney World. She
really would like to go there someday. Then came the movie. It was The Little
Mermaid. She was disappointed at it being a kid movie at first, but she
got into it as it went along, happy to see that Ariel got her handsome man
in the end.
She was near sleep when the end of the movie came. Erin led her off to bed,
saying "Get a good rest, Jennifer. You have more training tomorrow."
Jennifer was too tired to wonder what she meant.
***
Jennifer woke up to a knocking on the door of her room. The door opened
and in popped Eric, her Daddy...no, wait, that wasn't right. Yes it was.
"Come on, sleepyhead, you've wasted half the morning. Remember our
plans? This is a big day," Eric called out.
"Okay, I'm coming," Jennifer grumbled as she hopped out of bed.
She remembered her anticipation of the day. Her Daddy was taking her to
the park and for a ride on her new bike. The bike was the dream of every
six-year old girl. It was pink and purple and had streamers from the handlebars
and training wheels and everything. She took off her Little Mermaid nightgown
and surveyed her room. Little Mermaid posters, Little Mermaid bedspread,
why she was even wearing Little Mermaid underpants. She giggled. She pulled
out a Little Mermaid fleece set from the drawer. She pulled the sweatshirt
over her head being careful not to mess up her pigtails and stepped into
the skirt, pulling it up.
She was going to have a great day with her Daddy.
Jenny walked out of her room. "Come have breakfast," Daddy called,
and she turned into the kitchen.
Climbing up onto the chair, she dug in to what seemed to be a massive bowl
of Cocoa Crispies. "Thanks, Daddy," Jenny mumbled through a mouthful
of cereal.
"You're welcome, pumpkin," Daddy answered. "I'm packing our
lunch for our day in the park. We can go as soon as I've finished, so hurry
with your breakfast."
Jenny concentrated on her cereal. She managed to keep most of the milk on
the spoon, only slopping a little onto her Little Mermaid placemat. When
Daddy Eric finished packing the picnic basket, they were ready to go.
They walked down to the garage. Jenny was excited to see her new bike in
the back of Daddy's pickup truck. It was locked in next to Daddy's big bike.
Excited as she was, she couldn't help envying the big bike. She hoped to
herself that someday she would have a big bike, too.
Jenny climbed in the passenger door of the truck (with a little boost from
Daddy) and he buckled her in her booster seat. Then they drove across town
to the park. They did have to detour a little. some of the roads were blocked
for a big bicycle race through town. When Jenny saw the racers speeding
by, she thought how dangerous it looked to ride that fast. She would be
content just to ride slowly.
When they got to the park, the six-year old Jenny could hardly contain her
self. She jumped up and down as Daddy unloaded the bicycles. Then he pulled
out a wrench and had Jenny get on and off the bike several times while he
adjusted the seat and handlebars to fit her now tiny frame. She loved the
pink and purple bike and especially the streamers that came out of the ends
of the handlebars.
"Don't forget this," Daddy said, producing a pink and purple helmet
that matched her bike. He proceeded to buckle it on her head. "Now
don't forget," he warned her, "you can't turn as sharply as you
could on your tricycle. The training wheels kind of restrict that. And to
stop, you have to remember to push back on the pedals for the brakes."
"I know, Daddy," Jenny replied.
"I just want to keep you safe, pumpkin," Daddy continued. "Bikes
can be dangerous."
And they rode off through the park. Eric lead the way, pedalling slowly.
"Wait up," Jenny exclaimed, huffing and puffing. Even though Daddy
was pedalling slowly and pausing frequently, Jenny couldn't seem to keep
up. The slightest rise, like they were going up now, required Jenny to pump
her legs even harder.
"Wanna' rest," Daddy asked as she finally caught up to him at
the crest of the hill.
"Just for a minute," Jenny answered and she climbed off the bike
and sat on the grass to catch her breath.
She looked again at her beautiful bike and her handsome Daddy and thought
what a lucky girl she was. She hoped that when she grew up, she could marry
someone just like Daddy.
They set off again, this time down a fairly steep hill. Jenny noticed the
finish banner for the bike race ahead, over the road paralleling their path.
She marveled at the bike racers she saw heading for the finish line. As
she picked up speed coming down the hill, she was turning her head to the
side and watching the racers. She pedaled hard, the streamers flying from
her handlebars as she imagined she was winning the race, but she forgot
to keep her eyes on the road.
Smack. She ran right into the back of Daddy's bicycle. More from surprise
than force of impact, she tumbled off her bike and scraped her knee on the
sidewalk. "Ow," she shouted, then began to cry.
"Are you okay, pumpkin," Daddy questioned as he jumped off his
bike and held her. "I'm sorry. I stopped to watch the racers."
"It was my fault, Daddy. I was watching the racers too," Jenny
blurted out between sobs. " I was dreaming that I was in the race and
I forgot to watch where I was going."
"Let's fix you up," Daddy said. He took the small first aid kit
from under his bike seat. "This may sting. Try to be a big girl."
Jenny bit her lip and tried to be brave as her Daddy wiped her scraped knee
with an antiseptic wipe. It did sting. Then Daddy put on a Little Mermaid
bandaid. "Good as new, pumpkin," he laughed. "And look, the
bandaid matches your outfit."
Jenny giggled as she wiped away her tears.
"That's enough bikes for today," Daddy said unbuckling her helmet.
"Let's walk the bikes back over to the truck.
"Daddy was right," Jenny thought. "Bikes can be dangerous."
They locked the bikes into the bed of the pickup and Daddy pulled out the
picnic basket and a big blanket. They set themselves up on the grass near
the playground.
"Here, I brought all your favorites, Jenny," Daddy told her. And
he was right. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Cheetos, and an apple
juice box. Daddy helped her poke the straw into the juice box. The talked
and laughed over lunch, Jenny babbling on endlessly over a variety of topics
that interested a six-year old girl. Beanie Babies, her upcoming kindergarten
graduation, the Little Mermaid. By the time lunch was over, Jenny had a
bad case of Cheeto fingers and lips. Daddy produced a wet wipe from the
basket and cleaned up her fingers and lips.
Jenny felt a feeling that was new to her. "I love you, Daddy,"
she exclaimed softly and she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"I love you too, pumpkin," Daddy replied and he kissed her forehead.
They locked their arms around each other in a hug.
"Daddy, let's go to the playground," Jenny said after they had
picked up their picnic gear.
"Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," Daddy answered.
Jenny rushed her Daddy to the playground equipment. She slid down the big
slide fearlessly (as long as Daddy was there to meet her at the bottom).
She swung her way across the monkeybars recklessly (since Daddy was right
below her to grab her if her arms gave out). With Daddy's help, she pulled
up to the crossbar and did flips on it. She didn't care that these moves
showed her Little Mermaid panties to everyone. After all, little girls don't
think about such things.
They spent the afternoon playing that way, enjoying the security of a father/daughter
relationship. Finally, with Jennifer nearly worn out, they headed to the
truck.
Jenny was starting to doze off in her booster seat as Daddy drove out of
the park.
"Two stops to make and then we'll be home," Daddy told Jenny.
The first was familiar. Daddy stopped at Blockbuster. "I'll be right
back," Eric said as he dashed into the store for a tape.
When he came back, he drove down the road, turning into the drive-thru line
at McDonalds. He ordered his own food and a Cheeseburger Happy Meal for
Jenny. "What's the toy, Daddy," was her first question. To her
delight it was a mini Beanie Baby. "For my collection! Thank you, Daddy."
When they got home Jenny quickly ate her meal. The food tasted really good
to her.
"Bath time, sugar," Daddy called.
Jenny went into the bathroom to see that Daddy had run her a nice warm bubble
bath. She stripped down and climbed in. It felt wonderful. Daddy helped
Jenny wash her face and get all clean.
"Okay, time to get out," her Daddy told her.
"Awww. Do I hafta'," Jenny questioned.
"Yes, you do," Daddy answered, "but we have a tape to watch
before bedtime."
Daddy toweled Jenny dry. He held out a clean pair of Little Mermaid panties
that she stepped into and he pulled on her Little Mermaid nightie.
Back in the living room, Daddy started the tape and cuddled Jenny on the
couch. She felt so safe and secure with him. The tape was Barney's Adventure.
She laughed at the antics of the purple dinosaur.
By the end of the movie, she was dozing off after her busy day. Daddy carried
her off to her bed and tucked her in, kissing her good night. The last thing
she remembered was Daddy whispering something about a good night's sleep
and more training tomorrow.
***
Jenny woke up to a knocking on the door of her room. The door opened and
in popped Erin, her Mommy...no, wait, that wasn't right. Yes it was.
"Come on, sleepyhead, you've wasted half the morning. Remember our
plans? This is a big day," Erin called out.
"Okay, I'm coming," Jenny said as she slid out of her toddler
bed, a crinkling noise coming from under her nightie. She remembered her
anticipation of the day. Her Mommy was going to take her to Discovery Zone.
Since she was a big girl now, she could climb and play a whole lot. She
took off her Barney nightie and surveyed her room. Barney posters, Barney
bedspread, Barney was even on the waistband of her soggy Luvs diaper. She
giggled.
Mommy came into the room carrying a pink package. "We're going to try
something special today, Jen-Jen." She helped Jen off with her nightie
and lifted her onto the changing table. She removed the wet diaper and cleaned
up her private parts with a baby wipe.
"Now that you're three," Mommy told her, "we're going to
try using training pants." Mommy opened the package of Pull-ups and
produced a pant pulling it up Jenny's legs.
"Big girl panties," Jenny exclaimed, "with Minnie Mouse."
"But you have to remember to think about using the potty," Mommy
warned. "You need to let me know so I can help you keep your pants
dry."
"I'll try, Mommy," Jen-Jen promised.
She was going to have a great day with her Mommy.
Mommy helped the three year old Jenny pull on a purple dress with Barney
on the front. It was short, barely covering her big-girl pull-ups. Tiny
white socks with lace around the ankles and tennis shoes with velcro closers
completed her outfit. Her hair barely reached her shoulders, too short to
tie back.
"Let's go have breakfast," Mommy said, leading Jenny to the kitchen.
Jenny crawled up onto the booster seat on her chair at the kitchen table.
"Here you go, sweetie," Mommy said placing a bowl of oatmeal on
the Barney placemat. "Whoops, I almost forgot," Mommy said. She
grabbed a Barney bib from the counter and snapped it around Jenny's neck.
"Mommy always takes such good care of me," Jenny thought as she
vigorously ate her oatmeal. She was doing fine until she was almost done.
Then she reached to grab her cup of milk, forgetting to put the spoon down
first. The spoon struck the cup and spilled it on the table. Just then,
Jenny felt a sudden urge from her abdomen. "Sorry I spilled, but Mommy,
gotta potty," she called.
"Good girl for knowing that, Jen-Jen," Mommy praised. "Let's
go." Mommy took off her bib and hustled her to the bathroom.
Mommy pulled down her pull-up and lifted her to the potty. With her legs
dangling, Jenny had to struggle to balance on the seat. She peed and pooped
and was rewarded with praise by her Mommy. Mommy used a baby wipe on her
bottom and let Jenny pull her own pull-up back up. "What a big girl,"
she said.
Jenny went back out to the living room. Mommy turned on the TV to Barney
and went into the kitchen to clean up. Jenny loved watching Barney. She
laughed and laughed. When the show was over, she felt sad. "Mommy,
I wish I could watch Barney all the time," she pouted.
"But we've got fun things to do today, honey," Mommy replied.
"Time to go."
Mommy grabbed the diaper bag and ushered Jenny out of the apartment. They
walked down to the parking area. Mommy slid open the door to the mini-van
and buckled Jenny into her carseat, then walked around to the driver's door.
The drove off, heading a short distance to the freeway.
As soon as they went up the on-ramp, Jenny felt the need to pee. "Mommy,
I need to pee-pee," she exclaimed.
"There's nowhere to stop here, just try and hold it in," Mommy
answered.
Jenny squeezed her little legs together and concentrated on holding in the
pee, and with all her faculties focused on just that, she could just hold
it. But when Mommy had to brake suddenly because a car cut her off, Jenny
lost her concentration just long enough to start wetting. And once she started,
she couldn't stop. "Mommy, I'm peeing," she cried.
"Don't worry, baby," Mommy reassured her. "Potty training
is hard, and you'll have a few accidents. That's why you need the pull-ups
for a while. When we get where we're going, I'll change you."
They exited the freeway and pulled into a parking lot. "Okay, we're
here," Mommy said.
"Where," Jenny asked, unable to read the brightly colored signs
on the building.
"Discovery Zone," Mommy answered. "You're going to have so
much fun."
After Mommy paid and they were given their matching wristbands, Jenny putting
her tennis shoes in a cubby, they went to the rest room to take care of
Jenny's accident. Mommy lifted her to the changing table and removed the
wet pull-up. After letting Jenny try to pee again on the potty, she put
on another pull-up from the diaper bag.
Then Jenny went out to play. She played in the ball pit, burying herself
and jumping in and out of the plastic balls. She crawled through the tubes
and slid down the slides. She was having trouble in one area, though. She
was experiencing difficulties climbing on the cargo netting that led to
the top of the big slide. It seemed that it would be easy for her, but balancing
was difficult. Whenever she grabbed for a rope to pull herself up, it seemed
to taunt her by twisting out of her grasp. "Climbing was so hard,"
she thought.
On her fourth try to climb the net, disaster stuck. She had almost made
it to the top when, overconfident, she made a long reach to the top rung.
She missed and pulled her arm back, overcompensating. Her balance off, she
slipped backwards falling all the way (4 feet) back down, plopping onto
the mat at the bottom with her padded bottom. Scared by her fall she simultaneously
cried and peed.
"Mommy, Mommy," Jenny sobbed as her Mommy came and picked her
up to comfort her.
"It's okay, Jen-Jen," Mommy consoled her. Feeling the warm pull-up
against her side, Mommy sighed. "Time to go back to the rest room,
I think."
They repeated the ritual of the changing table and potty, and Mommy put
another dry pull-up on Jenny. "I thought this would go better, honey,
so I only brought two pull-ups," Mommy said. "If we need another
one, I'm afraid we'll need to go back to diapers."
"I'll try harder, Mommy," Jenny promised.
Jenny went back and played some more, but she avoided climbing on the net
any more. It was just too hard. By the time Mommy told her it was time to
leave, she was just plain worn out. Mommy took her to the car, buckled her
in her carseat, and before they were out of the parking lot, Jenny was drifting
off to sleep, noisily sucking her thumb.
She awoke as the car turned into the McDonalds parking lot. And she realized
she had wet her pull-up while she slept. "It was hard to stay dry,"
she thought.
"Sorry, Mommy, I wet again," she reported when Mommy unbuckled
her seat.
"Oh well," Mommy answered. "Back to diapers for now. We'll
try these pull-ups another time."
She took Jenny to the restroom and put her on the changing table. She again
took off the pull-up and used a baby wipe to clean her privates, then pulled
out Jenny's familiar Luvs and taped it onto her.
After buying her food and Jenny's Happy Meal, Mommy pulled a high chair
over to a table.
"No want high chair," Jenny protested. "Me big girl."
"No, Jen-Jen," came Mommy's answer as she effortlessly whisked
Jenny into the high chair and deftly buckled her. "You're still Mommas
little baby."
As Jenny started on her food, Mommy reached into the diaper bag and pulled
out a baby bottle. She poured Jenny's milk into it and screwed on a nipple.
"Since you spilled your cup this morning, let's use this for safety,
honey."
Jenny was going to protest, but she didn't think she would win so she backed
down. After all, she was sitting in a high chair and wearing a diaper. Maybe
she was just a baby. By the time she finished the milk, she was comfortable
with the bottle and the high chair. "Mommy takes such good care of
me," she thought.
After they finished their meals, Mommy drove Jenny home. "Bath time,"
Mommy announced, helping Jenny out of her dress and diaper and into the
warm bubbles.
Jenny felt warm and comforted and cared for as Mommy washed her body and
hair. When she got out of the tub, Mommy diapered her and pulled on her
Barney nightie.
"I love you, Jenny," Mommy told Jenny as she kissed her forehead
and tucked her into her toddler bed.
"I love you too, Mommy," Jenny muttered as she drifted of to sleep.
***
Jennifer woke to the alarm clock and thought about pushing the snooze button
to grab a few more minutes sleep. Two thoughts prevented her from doing
so. The first was her job. She didn't want to be late for her filing job
at the Arvis Insurance Agency. The office manager, Betty, who had been there
for 25 years, didn't take kindly to people who were late, especially after
three-day weekends. The second thing that kept her from sleeping was an
urgent call from her bladder. She needed to pee.
She rushed to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet in time.
Then she quickly showered. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror
before dressing. She looked okay. She wished that her b-cup breasts were
a bit bigger, but other than that, she had no complaints.
Jennifer picked her clothes carefully. She needed an outfit that would do
for work clothes, but also double for her date tonight with Jim. She always
felt warm and secure with him. In fact, she was sure that tonight Jim was
going to pop the question.
Daydreaming for a moment, she thought of herself as a wife and a mother.
She wanted to have a little girl of her own to love and teach and train
as she grew.
Dressed, she walked out to the kitchen. "Good morning," she said
to her roommate Erin.
"Good morning, Jennifer," Erin replied. " You look nice today."
"Thanks," a blushing Jennifer answered.
"I hope this doesn't put you in a bind," Erin started, "but
I wanted to let you know that I got a better job offer out of state, and
I need to leave in a week."
Jennifer felt sad about losing her friend that she enjoyed talking to so
much, but was also happy for Erin. "That's great, I'm happy for you,"
Jennifer said. She made a mental note to call her mother and let her know
what was happening. "I've been saving up my money, so I won't have
a problem living here alone."
"Ooops, look at the time," Jennifer observed. "We'll talk
later," she said, grabbing a breakfast bar to eat on the way to work.
"I may have news for you if Jeff asks me what I think he's gonna ask
me tonight."
"That's terrific," Erin told her excitedly as Jennifer went out
the door.
Jennifer walked down to the parking area and got into her Honda
civic to head off to work.
She was going to have a great day.
THE END
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