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Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 38

When they were done playing, Jamie took Rosie’s hand, and they returned to the group. “Did you have fun, Rosie,” Jane asked.

“Yes,” she said in her younger voice, “I was the only one who could catch Jamie.” She winked at him.

“I saw. You were so good!”

“I bet you both worked up an appetite,” Becky said. “Are you guys ready for lunch?”

“Yes, please,” they said in unison.

“Let’s change your shirt first,” Amanda said, picking up h...

Mary and Daphne #156

So what’s in the black mystery bag? Was it worth being well behaved? And let’s be honest with ourselves and all admit together that a person can find being well behaved quite burdensome even though they’re not a brat. Really.

“Daffodil,” Mary said to me Sunday afternoon. We’d attended zoom church, had lunch, and were having a lazy Sunday, the best kind, when my lovely wife sang my name as she came a-looking for me. “Daffodil … There you are.”

“I need sun or els...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 37

They decided to walk to the park again, the three of them. Amanda carried an extra set of clothes and Jamie’s sandals in her backpack, along with three liters of water. Jamie already had one next to him in the stroller, and he promised to drink all of it before they left the park.

They were meeting Jane and Rosie near the concession stand. They were early, so they walked around the playground and down the hill toward the lake. Jamie got out of the stroller, and he and Amanda went down...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 36

Everyone slept in late the next morning, Jamie especially. Amanda went to get Jamie out of bed.

“Rise and shine!” Jamie was already awake and sitting upright against the bars in the corner of his crib.

“Morning, Manda. Shouldn’t you be at school?”

“I told them I couldn’t finish orientation.” Jamie wasn’t so keen on that idea. He didn’t know what she got paid for that job, but even if it were nothing, he didn’t want to be an interruption. Amanda and Beck...

Mary and Daphne #155

There’s something weird about being me (besides me). It’s a catch-22: the things I like most and the things I dislike most are different and the same and often on the same day. Like that little black bag. Mary was going to use its contents to discipline me for my less than honest truth, but also to reward me for being a good girl? And there’s nothing contradictory about that at all. It’s official: BDSM has evolved past the language, cuz there are no words to describe that.

And M...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 35

“Hey!” Amanda called out as she entered the house. She’d been looking forward to this all day. Daydreaming at school, she pictured walking in the door and Jamie running into her arms. Instead she found her mom and Jamie on the couch. He was resting his head on her chest with his eyes closed, his paci in his mouth, and his bear next to him. An empty bottle was on the coffee table. Those weren’t the pajamas Amanda had put him in that morning, and her mom’s eyes looked red. Becky held ...

Mary and Daphne #154

“Leemee lone. I wun sleep.”

“Daphne, it’s time to get up for church. Come on. Up you get,” Her Holiness prodded me.

“I’m tired.”

“We went to bed on time, and literally all you have to do it roll over and watch on the iPad.”

She oversimplifies everything. I’d have to roll over, sit up, and pay attention to the iPad. That’s a rule – pay attention in church. If you don’t, you get taken down to the cloak room in the basement for a spanking, or a...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 ch. 34

“Hi, I’m …” Becky’s heart leapt to her throat as her ears were assaulted by Jamie’s unrestrained sobbing.

Her voice filled with alarm, she raised it to be heard. “WHAT’S HAPPENING? WHY IS HE SCREAMING?” Becky didn’t wait for an answer; she dropped her purse and quick-stepped to Jamie’s nursery, passing an unconcerned Dana seated on the couch.

Jamie quieted somewhat when she reached him but didn’t stop sobbing. She scooped him up immediately, put him on her ...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 33

“How are you feeling,” Amanda asked Jamie.

“Fine, really.”

“You were better at lying when you got here. Or I’m better at seeing through you. It’s okay to be nervous.”

“It really is fine. It’s just for a day. Not even a whole day.”

“But it’s the first time you won’t be with either me or Mom.”

“I know. Would you feel better if I was more upset about it,” Jamie asked. Because I can do that easily, he thought. He was more af...

The Best Babysitter in Town Ch. 11

I was asleep when the Rooneys got home, but I don’t think for very long. The sound of the door from the garage to the kitchen woke me up, and I bounced into the kitchen as though I’d been awake the whole time. Parents like the babysitter awake the whole time even when they’re out late. My ability to look awake alert when I was really sleeping mere moments ago surely is another way I’ve come to be one of the most popular babysitters in town. A quick glance at the microwave confirmed it...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 32

“This was a good idea,” Becky said. Jamie sat upright in his stroller watching the houses pass by. He’d yet to leave the house except by car. Now he was seeing his neighborhood. The size of everything no longer impressed him. The neighborhood had a suburban quality to it, wide lawns and fenced back yards. Occasionally a dog would bark from behind the fence as they passed by. Jamie hadn’t seen a dog yet.

“Well, I haven’t left the house much.”

“You weren’t up to it...

Learning Empathy

“I didn’t do anything,” Katelyn protested. She couldn’t believe she was even having to defend herself, and it was so embarrassing to be scolded like a child in front of Bertie. She was twenty years old!

“I heard you,” her stepmother, Rosemary rejoined. “I heard you calling him names and making fun.”

“All I did was call him a diaper boy.”

“Why? Why would you do that? Look at him – he’s crying.” He was crying, no longer sobbing, but Bertie’s feeli...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 31

Jamie had his morning nap after his bath. Amanda let him sleep longer in case he wanted to be with her and her friends for the afternoon.

“Where’s Becky?”

“You’re just now noticing?”

“Well, I’m good at other things besides noticing.”

“She’s at school for a meeting. She’ll be home before dinner. … So fair warning: Donna is little crazy,” Amanda said as she got him dressed.

“She’s a little crazy?”

“Ha! No, I mean she really...

Mary and Daphne #153

“Hey,” I said as I woke up to someone stroking my hair. “You been there the whole time?”

“Yeah,” the hair stroker said. “Sandy is going to bring one by and leave it on the doorstep.”

“I don’t have covid,” I told Mary. “But thank you.” I wasn’t short of breath, coughing, wheezing, stuffed up, or sore-throated.

“Better safe than sorry. Being sick can cause flare ups.”

A flare up. I had a headache and muscle aches and my joints hurt and I w...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 30

“I need to go to the grocery store this morning. Wanna come,” Amanda asked. Today was the day Jamie could eat soft solids again, and he looked forward to chewing his lunch. “You can help pick out some things for yourself.”

“Yeah! I never thought I’d get tired of pudding, but I’m through with it.” Pudding with protein powder. Pureed fruit. Protein shakes. Pudding with protein powder. Pureed fruit. Not that it didn’t taste good, but he missed variety, and there was somet...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 29

“Honey, you can’t keep doing this.” Tish watched Cheryl bag up another departure’s belongings. She was out cold in the waiting area, ready for her trip.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“O, so you’re not sitting in your office with the door closed 7 hours a day? And you didn’t lose ten pounds in two months? My mistake.”

“How would you know about my office? You’re never even in that building.”

“Because people talk.”

“They shouldn�...

Mary and Daphne #152

We left the town I grew up in and drove about thirty minutes. I grew up in the suburbs, so all that means is we took the highway part-way around the city. Not my first time to that part of town but a place I rarely went to growing up. In other words, where I probably wouldn’t know anybody. I hadn’t lived in my hometown for longer than a summer break in twelve years, so it’s not like I knew everyone back forty minutes the other way, but I might know some of them. Can’t go anywhere with...

The Best Babysitter in Town Ch. 10 (reposted with photos)

“You’re handsome when you’re cleaned up,” I complimented him. It was sincere too. He’s not hot beach bod guy, but he’s got a definite boyish charm with the baby face and slender frame. The thick bedtime diaper bulge in his pajamas made him look even more slender and small. I could see his diaper bulge earlier when I first arrived and he was standing in the corner, but it was just a square shape where his butt should be. With his nighttime diapers on, he looked like he had an old t...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 28

When they got back home, they emptied out the car into the driveway to shake out the sand before putting things away.

“Why don’t you go wait in your room while we take care of this. You look a little overheated,” Becky said. He did feel flushed. He wasn’t sunburnt, but he had a glow, felt more than seen. The sun, the saltwater, the exercise. He felt drowsy.

“He had quite a day,” Amanda said, “And so did we.”

“I think I’m at least as tired as he is,” Bec...

The Best Babysitter in Town Ch. 9 (reposted with photos)

“Let’s get you into a fresh diaper,” I told Gordy as the twenty-year-old stood awkwardly wrapped in a towel. “Which one do you wanna wear?”

“Those are for bedtime,” he said and pointed sheepishly to the thickest diaper under his changing table. I never thought about daytime diapers versus nighttime ones before. The ones for babies and toddlers don’t really come in different thicknesses, at least not that I’ve seen in all the babysitting I’ve done. I’ve double-diape...

Mary and Daphne #151

I was expecting Sara to have laid out a pullup for me, but instead I found a sweater, leggings, fuzzy socks, and panties. Granted, they were my unicorn panties, but I could live with that. Even more shocking when I got downstairs was Mary – ahem, Sara – had two bowls, milk, and several choices of cereal on the table.

“Is this breakfast,” I asked because I’m almost never allowed to eat just cereal for breakfast. Something very accurate about them just being sugar (which I so do...

Done Adult Vol. 1 Ch. 27

When Jamie had tired himself, he allowed the current to wash him back in, surfing the waves that carried him and bracing for the ones that broke over him. When he was close to them, he righted himself and swam lazily back to Amanda and Becky. A small crowd had gathered on the beach.

“Here,” Amanda shouted when he was still deep enough to be under from his waist down, tossing him his swimsuit. Jamie blushed looking at the crowd. He’d just wanted the swim diaper off, not to be naked...

The Best Babysitter in Town Ch. 8 (reposted with photos)

It’s not like I was looking. It was just there, suddenly and without warning (as befits a twenty-year-old boy’s control over that appendage). Thank goodness he couldn’t see me seeing it thanks to the perfectly timed nose blowing on his part.

The male plumbing system is a two-in-one deal. All I knew about Gordy’s plumbing at the time is that one of those parts doesn’t work like other boys’. I had no idea about the other part. Did it mean he was aroused? Maybe. Could it be som...

Mary and Daphne #150

Every year, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday until it’s over, and then Christmas takes the top spot. Since we usually don’t travel for Christmas, our tradition is Christmas Eve at Mary’s brother’s house, Christmas morning just the two of us (and church, unless we went on Christmas Eve), and Christmas dinner at her parents’ house.

How to recreate some of our Christmas morning tradition since we did travel this year? For starters, we left most of our presents for each other a...

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 26

Jamie didn’t know what to say or how to act with a regressed little, nor was he sure what about a regressed little made him so uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was the notion that while he could very clearly see the difference between a regressed little and himself, many and maybe even most bigs would see him as being essentially the same, or at least could see him that way if they chose to. Already Jamie had seen how bigs treated him when they thought he was regressed, and they had continue...

A Mary and Daphne Illustrated Special

See the attached drawing by JuiceBox (patreon.com/juiceboxart; @JuiceBox_Art on Twitter).

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We make mistakes in life. I am certainly not immune. As a for instance, I put Mary in charge and gave her full disciplinary control. I may not have done that if I had known then that diapers, according to weird people named Mary, are a behavior improvement tool. Worse, I didn’t know Mary would come t...

Mary and Daphne #149

Christmas Eve, the night of the extended family Christmas party. The halls are bedecked. The mood is jolly. Uncle Joseph is lording over the hot toddy pot lest anyone other than himself venture to suggest they know how to make them. My mom won’t stop hosting and actually eat some of the food she cooked. Dad is holding court by the fireplace. And it’s Wisconsin, so it’s cold enough to freeze beer and two cousins came straight from ice fishing and smell like a tackle box. Good times.

Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 25

“What are we doing today,” Jamie asked after his breakfast of pureed fruit. It felt good to be back on something other than liquids, though he really liked the formula. Still, he missed chewing, something he’d never even thought of before, and that was still several weeks away.

“I don’t know yet,” Becky replied. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really.”

“You’re bored, huh?”

“Well, pretty much been in the house since I got here, other th...

The Best Babysitter in Town Ch. 7 (reposted with photos)

Gordy wasn’t in any hurry to get off my lap, which was for the best. If he had stood up, he’d probably have gotten the floor and me a wet. At least that sort of answered the mystery of whether he constantly dribbles or empties himself all at once. He just laid draped over my lap having himself a cry, and I let him. What was the rush, right? Only when his tears started to taper off did I ask, “Are you ready to sit up now?”

“Uh-(sniffle)-huh. I’m sorry,” he groaned.

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Mary and Daphne #148

“I can’t believe you did that,” I told my wife because I couldn’t believe she’d do that. I mean, honestly, get some manners, Mary!

“You can, too, believe I did that,” was her astute if not very clever response because, well, yes, I can believe she’d smack me on the butt in the airport. More than once (maybe five times?) she’s taken me to a single-person restroom in an airport to adjust my attitude with way more than a playful smack. So I get tired when I travel and cra...