Isabel had already changed your diaper for a second time and pulled white tights up your legs. She then scrunched up the leotard and was ready for you to step into them when your mother came in smiling from ear to ear.
"Mom, look what..." you said before your mom cut you off.
"Chris, I have great news for you. I have been looking on the Internet and then calling around and I finally found you a place to learn how to dance," your mom said with clear joy in her voice.
"But, I don't want to learn how to dance."
"Nonsense, you have been begging me to let you learn ballet for years."
"No I haven't." you said, but she ignored you. Just like she ignored that you were standing there half naked wearing only tights and a thick diaper.
"I talked to the teacher on the phone and she is really nice. She has been teaching for over twenty years and says she can take you."
"But...."
"I know what you are thinking. She said that many of her students wear diapers so that isn't a problem."
You didn't know what was more embarrassing wearing girl's clothes or a diaper.
"I have it all set up," your mom continued. "You are going to take two classes a week for the next eight weeks."
"Eight weeks?" you said with a deep sigh.
"And after that you will have a recital. Oh you will have so much fun."
"A recital?" this was getting worse and worse you thought.
"I know you are worried you won't be ready, but you will be. Everyone will be there to see you too."
"Mom listen to me clearly," you said. But then Isabel started to fidget with the device again. After a pause you said, "Thank you! You made me the happiest boy in the world!"
Your mom moved in close and gave you a kiss. "You so welcomed," she said. "Anything for my soon to be ballerina. Anyway I have to go, I just wanted to tell you the news." You didn't know if you were now too stunned to talk or too controlled to talk.
When your mom was gone, Isabel said, "OK lift your foot. Let's finish getting you dressed." Defeated, you stepped into the leotard and she lifted it up your legs and over your shoulders. Once the tutu was in place, Isabel ushered you over the the mirror to look at yourself.
"Now remember, you are too young to take any of this off without someone's help."
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