You feel your bladder twist and you look down as you wet your diaper. You start to wail. Soon, one of the workers comes in and picks you up.
“Aw, what’s the matter little guy? Do you need a change?” He asks. He places a hand on the front of your diaper and nods. He carries you to a changing table and lays you down. He puts a pacifier in your mouth to calm you. He opens the wet diaper and wipes you clean, dusting you with baby powder. He places a clean diaper under your bottom and pulls it up, taping it closed. “All clean.” He copes. He picks you up and holds you up to his shoulder. You start punching his back, forgetting what Terrell said.
“Put me down! I’m not a baby and I don’t need diapers! You’re sick!” You scream. He swats your bum sharply and carries you over to the rocking chair.
“Since this is your first offense, I’ll let you try and get out of your punishment. If you say sorry, I won’t punish you.” He says. You spit out the pacifier and scream, jumping out of his lap. You run out the nursery door, smack into another worker. He picks you up and gives you a shot in the arm.
“Such a naughty baby. Well, let’s get him in his own nursery.” The first worker says, joining his colleague when he walks out of the nursery. The two men walk as you start to drift off. Before the world goes dark, you feel a pacifier shoved into your mouth. The men’s walking lulls you to sleep with the gentle movements, and you drift off.
When you wake up, you look around the room. There is a white ceiling and a mobile above your head. It spins gently and you see the tiny airplanes fly around. The walls are the lightest blue you’ve ever seen, verging on white. There is a large white changing table and a small white dresser. A bookshelf adds a small amount of color with its small collection of books.
You try to sit up but nothing happens. You cry into your pacifier. A few minutes later, the first worker comes in. He walks over to your crib and tuts at you.
“My my, has my fussy little one woken up from his nap? You must’ve been exhausted because you slept for ten hours. It’s 11 o’clock at night.” He says, picking you up. He carries you to the rocking chair and sits, putting you in one arm. He removes your pacifier and quickly switches it for the nipple of the bottle. You start to drink the milk, thirsty.
“I know, such a hard first day. It’s only hard because you were resisting, but fear not. With a good stay in your own nursery, you’ll become a mindless little one soon enough. Soon you’ll be a happy little tyke who can only cry for someone’s attention. You won’t even know how to feed yourself.” He copes. You whimper behind the bottle. He finished feeding you and holds you up to his shoulder, patting your back. You let out a loud burp. He keeps you in place against his shoulder and you soon feel the familiar feeling of your diaper filling with pee. He smiles at you.
“I guess my naughty boy needs a diaper change before he goes back to bed.” The worker says. He stands and carries you to the changing table. He lays you down and tickles your tummy. You giggle.
“Ah, that’s a good little tyke. Now let’s get this off you so you can go back to sleep.” He says. He removes your onesie and is about to remove your wet diaper when you feel a cramp.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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