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Step Brother to Step Baby (Chapter 10)
🕑 Added 2023-05-11 10:00:02 +0000 UTCMikey sat down at the kitchen table and looked at his stepmother with a pleading expression. "Please, can I stop wearing the nappies?" he asked. "I promise I'll be good and not have any more accidents."
His stepmother looked at him with a mix of sympathy and frustration. "Mikey, we've only just discussed this," she said. "You need the nappies to manage your bedwetting. It's not up for debate right now."
"But I hate them," Mikey said, his voice rising in frustration.
Mikey's stepmother let out a heavy sigh and looked at him with a gentle expression. "I know it's hard, Mikey," she said in a soft voice. "But we need to do what's best for you. And right now, that means wearing the nappies."
"I'm not a baby," Mikey retorted, trying to assert himself. "I'm almost an adult. I don't want to wear nappies like a baby."
His stepmother didn't falter, "When you stop wetting the bed then perhaps you can stop wearing them but until then….." she said calmly.
Mikey interrupted Alison mid sentence as he stood firm defending his position, "Well, I'm not wearing any more after this one. That's it!"
His stepmother shot back, "You don't have a choice, Mikey. It's my house, so my rules. While you're living here, you'll be wearing nappies until I say otherwise."
“Well I’ll move out then…” Mikey threatened.
“Really? How do you plan to do that with no money and no car?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll go and stay with one of my friends” he replied with a slight stutter, as Mikey processed the viability of actually doing what he was saying.
Not phased by his threats, Audrey replied coldly, “And what happens when you wet their beds? You can’t control yourself, just like a baby. That’s why you’re sitting at the table wearing a wet nappy.”
Mikey attempted to defend himself, “It’s only a short-term thing. It’s probably the stress of having to live with you. The bedwetting won’t last and even if it does, I can deal with it. Anything will be better than living here and being treated like this.”
As Mikey persisted, his stepmother issued a stern warning, "As you keep telling me, you're a big boy, so if you want to leave, then you can. But just a word of warning, if you do decide to move in with one of your friends, I'll be sure to give them some pictures of you looking very cute in your nappy and dummy. I am sure they'll be very surprised to know your little secret."
The threat shook Mikey to his core, and he questioned why his stepmother was treating him this way. "Even if I do need nappies," he began to say, unsure of his own words. "Then why are you treating me like a toddler? I don't need someone to change me or to be locked into these stupid pants."
"If you don't want to be treated like a toddler," his stepmother snapped, "then perhaps you shouldn't have been behaving like one for the last few years. You wet your bed like a baby and have tantrums like a little toddler all the time. So how else do you expect me to treat you? It's time you remembered who's in charge of this house, and it's certainly not you, little boy. I can't trust you to keep your nappies on because you're so irresponsible that you'll probably remove them, and then I'll have to deal with your wet bed. So until you start acting your age, it will be me and the girls who will be changing your nappies, and you'll be staying locked in those plastic pants whenever I say. And if you continue to make a big deal about this, then I'll really show you what it’s like to be treated like a baby. Do I make myself clear?"
Mikey was startled by the harshness in his stepmother's words and tone. He had never seen her behave this way before, and for the first time since his Dad had died, he felt really alone and scared, and it frightened him.
Feeling overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, he knew he didn't want to push his stepmother any further or find out what her final threat might be.
As he reflected on Alison’s comments, he began to acknowledge that there was some truth behind them. He had not always treated Alison or the girls with kindness or respect, so perhaps his behaviour was partly to blame for the current situation.
With his options limited, he decided that a different approach was necessary. Rather than continuing to argue and fight against Alison, Mikey decided to play the long game. He hoped that by proving to Alison that he had learned his lesson and was willing to behave, she would stop treating him like a helpless child.
If he could demonstrate his responsibility and maturity, perhaps she would finally treat him like the teenager he was and stop treating him like a toddler.
Having been told off by his step mother, he was in no mood for his younger sister's teasing and was hoping to make his exit from the kitchen table before they arrived but it was too late.
Just as he was finishing his breakfast, two of his younger sisters walked into the room.
They looked over at him with curiosity. He hated feeling like a spectacle for them to gawk at but he knew exactly what question he was about to be asked…
"Morning, Mikey," Katie said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you wet your nappy?"
While he was distracted speaking with Katie, Rosie had crept behind Mikey and to his surprise, she reached over to the front of his nappy and pressed against it firmly.
“Yes, he’s got a very wet nappy.”
Mikey felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't stand the way his sisters treated him, like he was a baby. Where was their respect for his dignity? He wanted to shout at them but he tried to remain calm and composed, as his commitment to the plan that he had settled on was tested for the first time.
"Mind your own business," he muttered under his breath, his tone sharp.
His stepmother raised an eyebrow, her expression stern. "Now, now, Mikey. Be nice to your sisters. They're just curious."
Mikey gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to scream. He hated feeling like he was constantly under scrutiny, like he was being judged for something that was beyond his control.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I don’t mean it, I’m just tired." He couldn’t believe what he was saying but he knew that he had to appease the situation in an effort to demonstrate that he was serious about behaving properly.
With a nod of surprise, his stepmother’s expression shifted as she sarcastically quipped back to her stepson. "Good boy, Mikey. Maybe you’re learning to be a big boy after all…."
Mikey felt a surge of anger and humiliation flow through him. He pulled his fists together in an attempt to avoid rising to the bait, as the girls laughed.
"Can I leave the table?" he said, his voice quiet.
His stepmother smiled, her expression warm. "What a good boy you are asking to leave the table. I’m very impressed but why don’t you wait until your sisters are finished and then we can get you changed"
"Ok" he said, resounded to the fact that his plan was going to be far more difficult than he had envisaged. He just wanted to hit the stupid ***** every time she spoke to him like that but he took a deep breath and decided to do as he was told, and wait patiently for the girls to finish their breakfast.
Alison was watching intently at the table, delighted at how her stepson was behaving and that he had seemingly accepted her warning and had decided to do what she asked. The turnaround in such a short space of time was quite remarkable.
A few days ago he would have left the table without clearing his bowl and without any consideration for the rest of the family. Today, he had tidied his bowl, ready to be cleared by Alison, and was waiting patiently for his sisters to finish their food.
He sipped on some orange juice as he tried to avoid eye contact with the girls, longing for them to finish their breakfast so that he could leave the table and be released from the wet nappy which was starting to become more and more uncomfortable, as he rustled in the chair.
Just as Rosie was finishing her cereal, Mikey's youngest sister, Lucy, walked into the kitchen. With her hands on her hips, she paused next to him for a moment and then lowered her head under the table to look at the nappy he was wearing.
"You're such a baby, Mikey," she taunted, sticking her tongue out at him. "Wearing nappies at night like a little baby."
Lucy took great pleasure in humiliating Mikey, partly because he had relentlessly teased her when she had bedwetting issues.
Mikey felt his face flush with anger and embarrassment. He looked away, trying to ignore her teasing, but she again repeated her accusation, encouraged by her older sisters who were laughing.
“Aww what a big baby, you need a nappy change.” she laughed.
"Shut up, Lucy," he muttered, his voice shaking with anger. "It's not funny."
Despite Mikey's protests, Lucy persisted in her taunts, her voice becoming increasingly loud and obnoxious. Her sisters' laughter only fueled her behaviour, and she continued to act out with even greater fervour.
"Mikey wets his nappies" she sang, dancing around the kitchen, while her Mum did little to stop her. "Mikey wets his nappies, Mikey wets his nappies.”
Mikey felt like he was going to explode. He didn't want to be teased like this, especially by his own sister. He was trying to compose himself, trying to stop himself losing his temper but it was increasingly impossible…..
"Shut up, Lucy!" he yelled, his voice rising with anger. "I hate you!"
His stepmother intervened, her voice stern. "That's enough, both of you. And Mikey, don't talk to your sister like that otherwise you’ll be in trouble"
Mikey felt a surge of frustration and anger. It wasn’t fair that he was being told off. If Alison had stopped Lucy then he wouldn’t have shouted at her.
“But…” He wanted to fight his case and explain why it was unfair but he paused for a moment and reflected on his plan. For her to think he had really changed, he knew that he had to obey his stepmother's orders however hard it was for him. He couldn't let his anger get the best of him, especially not when it came to his family.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation and shame that came with his current situation.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Alison stood up and motioned for him to follow her. "Alright, Mikey. Time for us to change you out of that wet nappy as you’re really starting to stink. Let's go."
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