Waking up in her room

Becca squirmed as she heard the crinkles of plastic. It met her every day as she woke up in her room which hadn’t changed at all since she was 5. It still had the pink wallpaper with Disney Princess trimming and Barbie playsets. She tried to get her mom to change it, but Naomi Winters wouldn’t budge. She insisted that it was fine the way it was.

Becca also had insisted that it was only one time when her accidents started occuring when she was a teen. Her mom still **** her to wear diapers at night. Becca didn’t dare to ever invite any of her friends over or go to any sleepovers she was invited to. She knew her mom would just insist on her needing to wear diapers, and Becca never ever wanted her friends to know about them.

Becca looked down at the youth diaper around her waist, decorated with baby rattles and baby bottles and pacifiers. Her mom insisted those were the only ones that would fit her size. Becca cursed her petite size when her mom was proven right. The only evidence of her age were her boobs. They weren’t huge, but luckily they weren’t small either. They averaged as a B cup. Still, without a bra or shirt on, her boobs would sag appearing smaller than they were and with a diaper on, it was not exactly a mature sight if anyone saw her.

“Becca, you awake?” Becca heard a knock on the bedroom door as her mom entered.

Becca groaned but nodded. “I’m awake, mommy,” Becca said.

“There’s my good little girl,” Naomi said, smiling, and tickling Becca’s sides.

Becca instinctively giggled as she felt her mom’s cold hands brush against her. “Mommy, can you please change me into big girl panties? I’m ready to get up for the day.”

“Actually,” Naomi said. “I wanted to talk to you first. Now that you’re out of high school, and you haven’t decided to go to college, it’s time we have a chat about what comes next.”

“I can’t go to college, mommy,” Becca said. “My roommate would laugh at me. I’m a bedwetter.”

Naomi nodded. “I know, and I won’t **** you to go, but if that’s going to be the case, then things are going to change around here. Caring for a grown woman is different from caring for my sweet little girl. And we can’t ignore the real world forever,” she said.

“So… what do you want me to do?” Becca asked, sitting up.

“I’ll give you some choices. The first, get a job. You’re in your 20s now, Becca. You need to be able to support yourself just in case,” Naomi said.

“B-but… I haven’t gone to college,” Becca said, lip quivering. “Who would hire me?”

“I’m sure someone would,” Naomi said. “And you’ll have to look for those jobs. But if you can’t find one, there is some other options.”

“Like what?” Becca asked.

“Well, by law at your age you’re supposed to get your own insurance, attend to your own medical bills, pay rent,” Naomi said. “But if you don’t have a job and aren’t going to college, you obviously can’t do that. So… you could declare yourself as a dependent. An adult who needs to be cared for. But there are consequences to that. There are things you wouldn’t be able to do, but I would take care of you just like I have been.”

Becca nibbled her lip. “B-but… I’m an adult. I should be able to care for myself,” Becca said.

“There’s still other options,” Naomi said. “You can find someone else to take care of you. It wouldn’t necessarily require you to declare yourself as a dependent. There are programs for girls like you. Ones you can sign up for.”

“B-but… then someone else would know,” Becca said.

“Yes, but they’d be a professional. They would be able to care for you in ways I never could,” Naomi said. “But… if you really hate all of those options, there is another option… one that is sort of a mix… you could wear diapers 24/7. Join the ABDL groups in the area, live your life happily in a circle of friends with the same interests. You could embrace who you are, and then, you could get a job, have someone care for you, and even sign up for programs. You could do so without fear of needing to hide your diapers from anyone.”

Becca’s eyes widened. “You can’t mean that,” she said. “People would… laugh… they would be disgusted… they would…”

“It doesn’t matter what they would do. You would be in a safe space, surrounded by people with your same problems and interests,” Naomi said. “But, it’s up to you.”

Becca thought about it. “Do I have to answer right now?”

Naomi smiled. “No, you don’t, but if you do know, you can voice your thoughts. I’ll change you while you think about it.”