Learning to Be Billy Ch. 3

Isabel stood as her stepmom did. Mrs. Klein held her hand and started leading her to the family room. The spanking behind her and now facing her friends, Isabel was once again aware of how not-private her predicament was, and of her waste-down frontal nudity. Her friends had just seen her spanked like a little girl, or worse, like Billy. Now they were about to see her diapered like him, and she knew that they knew the diaper wasn’t just meant to be worn. Isabel trusted her friends; they wouldn’t go blabbing all over town or tease her about it. They didn’t even need to be told not to. But that didn’t make what had happened, what was happening, and what was going to be happening for the next four weeks any less humiliating for the poor girl. She put her free hand in front of her privates – momentarily to be relabeled her diaper area.

“Stand still while Mommy gets everything ready.” Isabel was silent; she couldn’t think of a single thing to say that wouldn’t embarrass her further, and she knew nothing was going to dissuade her stepmom. Mrs. Klein got down on her knees next to the side table, taking out from under it the basket of diapering supplies she kept in the family room. Isabel had said before it wasn’t right for her to change Billy in the living room where others could see; Mrs. Klein only answered that little boys get their diapers changed in the family room all the time, and that Billy wasn’t complaining (and she was right – he never complained about getting changed in the family room, even if people from outside the family were there). She unfolded a changing pad and got out a plain, white diaper.

“You mind laying right on the carpet,” Cara asked, startling Isabel, who was so focused on what her stepmom was doing in front of her she hadn’t noticed Cara was bringing Billy over.

“No; she can use my changing pad … this time,” Billy answered.

Looking up, Mrs. Klein asked, “Does he need changed again already? Honey, is your tummy upset?”

“He’s just wet; he’s just a little super soaker.” Cara gently elbowed him in the side; he smiled and blushed and looked away bashfully, not at being in diapers or being a little super soaker or even at being changed in front of three college co-eds, but at Cara’s affectionate ribbing.

“So that’s two for fresh diapers,” Mrs. Klein said almost in a sing-song, setting a diaper next to Cara as she kneeled down in front of Billy and began taking his pants down. Cara got Billy’s pants all the way off before he laid down on the carpet right next to Isabel. He turned to look at her; she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and turned away, was greeted by three pairs of eyes watching her from the couch, and decided to stare at the ceiling, her eyes watering. “Here you go,” Mrs. Klein said, putting the tub of wipes between herself and Cara.

Cara ripped open the tapes on Billy’s diaper. “These get so puffy when you piddle them,” she said to Billy, “I don’t even need to check sometimes.” With the diaper open under him, Cara reached for a wipe with her right hand while with her left, she tickled his tummy just above his diaper area. He let out a laugh. He was used to having his diaper changed by Cara; in fact, he preferred her changes to his stepmom’s. Mrs. Klein changed him so often for so long, she was very efficient with it. His bedtime changes were more playful, and sometimes a random change would be more fun, but Mrs. Klein most often just got the job done.

Cara’s changes were always playful; she could be very silly, which he liked very much. And getting changed in front of people didn’t bother him at all. He’d always been changed in front of other people; Isabel’s friends had seen him changed dozens of times. It didn’t bother them; he had to be pretty stinky for it to faze them, but most often Mrs. Klein took him upstairs for big changes. His changing table made those much easier for both of them.

But her friends weren’t used to seeing Isabel get diapered. They weren’t used to seeing her down there diaper area out from under a bikini bottom at all. But perhaps more than the diapering, her nudity embarrassed them. Isabel heard whispering and folded her arms across her face. She couldn’t make out Lily whispering “They’re both bald down there” or Harper whispering back “It’s just a diaper change. I guess we’ll get used to it; it’ll be just like with Billy.” Had she known what they were saying, she’d have been glad not to have heard.

Cara finished wiping Billy’s diaper area, making sure to get between his cheeks well even though he’d had a bath after his blowout. “All done,” she said, and Billy rolled onto his back again. He was too tall and heavy to lift at the ankles.

“I wonder,” Mrs. Klein mused. Taking both of Isabel’s ankles in her hand, she lifted them toward the ceiling and pushed them toward Isabel’s head. Her bottom came off the changing mat, and Mrs. Klein had no trouble reaching everywhere she needed to with the wipe. “Yes,” she said happily.

“What,” Harper asked.

“Usually when you change an adult diaper, you have to roll them to the side like Cara just did Billy. It’s so much easier if you can lift by the ankles, though, like when you change a baby.”

“O,” was all of Harper’s response. She watched Mrs. Klein unfold the diaper and spread it out under Isabel.

“It’s someone’s lucky day,” Cara said in a singsong for Billy. “Guess which character you got?”

“The husky,” Billy excitedly guessed.

“The husky! Your favorite! You can also have them grab their knees,” she explained to Harper while she unfolded the diaper. “Grab ‘em, buster.” Billy put his arms behind his knees and rocked back, raising his bottom off the carpet. “You have got the cutest tush.” She spread the diaper under him. “But if they’re really messy, sometimes having them grab their knees like that can be a super bad move.”

“Why,” Lily asked.

“Because when their arms get tired or they get distracted or squirmy, like a certain someone in the room right now sometimes does – Don’t you? Don’t you get squirmy sometimes? Yes you do. A-yes you do! Heehee! – they forget to keep their heels or hands out of the way. We had to throw that sock away, didn’t we, bud?”

“I still have the other one though.”

“What do you do with an unmatched sock,” Lily asked.

“Well, your favorite friend goes to the craft store, and the next time your mommy goes out on a Saturday, your friend comes over and you eat pizza and make sock puppets. Wasn’t that a fun time?” Cara chuckled, and Billy blushed.

Mrs. Klein warned Isabel, “It’s gonna be a little awkward until we get used to this. It’s okay if it tickles.” She squeezed diaper rash cream out of the tube onto her fingers. “But I bet it will take some of the sting out of that pink bottom of yours.”

“It definitely does,” Billy chimed in. He would know.

Isabel was a passive participant. She cooperated but otherwise just let it all happen, tuning out the voices around her as best she could. Her butt hurt, but not very much. The coldness of the diaper cream on her warm bottom made her start a little, but her stepmom was right. It took away most – but not all – of the sting. I can’t believe I just got spanked, she mused quietly. I can’t believe I’m laying here thinking about my butt hurting cuz I got spanked like … like Billy.

“And goodness gracious, Billy Bear,” Cara joshed him in the same high-pitched tone she used with the other kids she babysat, “your bottom is still a little pink. Just how big was the spankin’ you got yesterday?”

He blushed. Mrs. Klein answered for him, “The one in the ladies’ room, or the one with Mrs. Hairbrush when we got home?”

Cara shook her head, smiling so Billy knew she was only teasing. “You naughty little boy. You can’t go anywhere without me, can you?”

“I can if I put the cookies back the first time mommy says to.” He said it very seriously, his still well-spanked bottom ensuring her remembered the lesson … for now.

“And if yu don’t try to sneak stuff into the cart when I’m not looking.”

“You shoulda called me,” Cara said, “I would’ve come over to watch the little fella while you went shopping.” Taking Billy to the grocery store sometimes was no different than taking a little kid, except whereas a kid can’t reach everything, Billy could. Care passed Mrs. Klein the bottle of baby powder.

“Almost done, baby girl,” Mrs. Klein told Isabel as she sprinkled powder on her diaper area. “It’s a good thing you already keep yourself so smooth. Makes this a lot easier.” She rubbed the powder in. Isabel had a little extra on her tummy; Mrs. Klein smoothed it in, and Isabel involuntarily giggled despite herself. With a wipe, Mrs. Klein cleaned the power off her hands before handling the diaper’s tapes and folded the diaper over her. “Are you still ticklish on your tumtum?”

“Yeah,” Isabel answered, rolling her eyes at the words her stepmom used.

“Here,” Mrs. Klein said, holding out her hands to help Isabel sit up; Cara did the same for Billy. Isabel looked down at herself, then at Billy, and then back down at her diaper. It was lumpy and and sagged and the tapes overlapped. Billy’s was smooth and hugged his hips and bottom.

“I’ll order you some diapers in your size before going to bed tonight. We’ll have to make do for a couple days until they arrive. Stand up, sweetie.” Isabel stood, and just how large the diaper was on her small frame stood out even more. She had a droopy butt and wasn’t even wet yet.

“Maybe a couple stuffers will fill it out more, make it fit a little better until she gets her own,” Cara suggested.

“We’ll try tomorrow,” Mrs. Klein said to Isabel as though she should feel reassured. “I was thinking you’re a small, but you might even be an extra small. Where’s that freshman fifteen,” she teased, giving Isabel a squeeze; she once again couldn’t help but giggle as her hands rushed to block her stepmom’s tickling. Mrs. Klein reached down to pulled Isabel’s undies and pajama pants back up. “Maybe your panties will help keep them a little more snug. But,” she added pointedly, “when your diapers arrive, I’m putting your underoos away until your diaper time is up. And I want to be very clear: Billy uses his diapers. Billy does not use the potty. Do you understand what that means?”

Isabel nodded. She understood in theory, and the theory was bad enough. She would think about it for real when she had to and not before.

Cara handed Billy his rolled up wet diaper. “Can you go throw that away for me, baby?”

He took it and nodded. He turned to take the diaper to the kitchen trash and stopped. He turned back and wrapped his arms around unsuspecting Isabel in a big brother hug. “It’ll be okay,” he reassured her. “I like being me; it’s fun. You’ll see.”

Isabel let out a single sob in reply. Tears started running down her cheeks again. In a crying voice heavy with big feels, she apologized. “I’m sorry for taking the diapers out of your diaper bag. I didn’t mean for all that to happen.”

“I know. I accept your apology” He sympathetically rubbed her back. “We’re gonna have a really awesome Christmas, ya know. We’re gonna get to hang out together way more. It’ll be like when we were little.”

Mrs. Klein stepped forward and put her arms around them both and placed a kiss on Isabel’s temple. “I think,” she said, “you’ve had a very long day. Let’s go tuck you in.”

“But my friends are here,” Isabel replied.

“I was talking to Billy, sweetie. You can stay up with your friends.”

Billy let Isabel go, and Mrs. Klein held his hand. “Can Cara come too?”

Cara struck a glamour pose. “I’m so popular with the boys.”

“You are with this little boy,” Mrs. Klein chuckled. “Let’s get rid of that diaper and get you under your covers.”

Cara picked his pants up off the floor, and the three of them started to the kitchen. “Having two in diapers is gonna be a lot of work,” she pointed out.

“Yeah,” Mrs. Klein said. “Let’s talk about that after we get Billy asleep.”

“Will you to me tonight, Cara?”

“Don’t I always?”

“And tell me a story?”

“A story and a song,” Mrs. Klein said as though scandalized. “Just you how much are you spoiling my boy?”