You go pale with horror, standing before you is your 22 year old son who was supposed to be studying abroad in Europe, but is somehow right here.
"Umm, do I have the wrong address or something?" Your son looks completely confused. "Plus, isn't it a little far from Halloween little girl?" Your son snickered.
You stand there frozen, unsure of what to do or say, until your wife fixes that problem.
"My baby boy!" She runs up and hugs your son tightly. "I thought you'd be gone until the end of the year!" Your wife said smiling.
"Nah, the trip was great, but let's just say I got a little homesick and I wanted to surprise you and dad. Speaking of which where is he and who is this?" Your son said pointing at you which made your wife almost fall to the floor laughing.
"Well son, I have some good news and better news. The good news is your father pooped himself like a baby in public, so now he's going to be my diapered baby girl for the next few days!" Your wife exclaimed happily.
"Whoa, wait! That's dad dressed like a little girl?! And did you say diapered?!" Your son bursted out laughing as he pointed at you mockingly. "D'aww, my big daddy is just a widdle baby girl! This is hilarious! I gotta tweet this." Your son pulled out his phone to take a picture and you immediately snapped and swatted it out of his hands which caused it to break into pieces on the floor.
"I may be diapered and dressed like this, but I am still your father and I will not let you talk to me like..." *slap* You fall to the floor grabbing your stinging cheek as you see your son standing over you with a pissed off look.
"Mom, what was the better news?" Your son said angrily.
"Well, I was going to say your home to enjoy it, but now I think I got a better idea." Your wife smirked. "Since baby girl can't respect adults like my grown son here, I'll have to punish her!" Your wife looks at you with an evil smile. "And your punishment shall be decided by the new man of this house!" Your wife put an arm over your sons shoulder and smirked.
"B-but I'm the man of the house!" You shouted, which only got you a roar of laughter in response.
"Men don't wear dresses dad, they don't wear bows, or stockings, or Mary Jane's, or even diapers! You are a sissy baby now, and I am going to be the man of this house for as long as your in diapers." Your son said towering over your whimpering self.
"Which I think will be extended from three days to a whole month!" Your wife exclaimed with a cackle.
'A month?!' You panic as your son moves close to your face.
"Now, let's punish my sissy baby of a father." He smirked.
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