response. The drugs, I thought. They were still in my system and made it hard to walk. As much as I hated to think this, Trevor was right. I did need to go slow. Worse, I had to rely on his support. Along the way, I almost fell at several steps. My body dragged me down, and every step had to be carefully planned as I stared down and watched my feet.
Doing so also made something else abundantly clear. I had a diaper on. Trevor made me wear a diaper, so now I heard the plastic panties and diaper cover shift and swish against one another. Then I felt the diaper’s lining and cotton layers rub against me. Most frustratingly, the thick padding made it harder to walk, so I had to keep my legs farther apart.
For his part, Trevor patiently walked me out of the room, turned us to the left, and maneuvered me down to the next door just a few feet away. He opened the new door and nudged me inside.
Crossing into this new room, I stopped, too stunned to move or think as I took in my new surroundings. With my feet farther apart than usual, I braced myself against Trevor who laughed. I barely heard the sound of his mockery though, not when this room seemed so juvenile and childlike.
The last bedroom had the bed which converted into a crib, but this one was far worse. Straight ahead and right beneath the big window, there was a changing table. Worse, I saw another set of straps both for the wrists and ankles. No, those were meant for my wrists and ankles. Then set against the corner was a big rocking chair. My eyes darted over to a play pen, though again it had a big, fabric lid. I could imagine the sides zipped together to turn it into another cage. Behind the fabric mesh, I spotted a dozen toys like teddy bears and dolls.
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fathom any of this because my brain didn’t know how to assimilate this kind of information. A pattern of cartoon mermaids and happy fishes swam across the light pink walls. Blinking, I kept thinking this had to be a mirage.
“You planned this,” I said without thinking.
“Let’s say I was prepared for your arrival, baby girl.”
Apparently my time to absorb the scenery had elapsed because Trevor pulled on my hand and dragged me across the room. I watched the rocking chair get closer and closer, though I couldn’t remember why we were headed there.
Trevor sat down. In one swift motion, he yanked me down and had me across his lap. If I hadn’t been drugged or so disoriented by this room, then maybe I could have remained on my feet. Not likely.
“What,” I stammered, “What are you doing?”
“You dared me, remember?”
“What? No! You already spanked me!” I protested, my voice loud and cutely shrill as I tried to convince him not to do this. Of course, my words fell on deaf ears, and I only managed to embarrass myself further.
Trevor took this chance to remind me, “I can spank you whenever I like. That’s the point of this little session. You keep acting like a big girl, but you need to understand that the year you were born has nothing to do with maturity or who you are. I put you back in a diaper, I get you cleaned up, and a few doses later, and you’re a docile toddler all over again.”
I bit down, thinking of my sister. No, there was no way I would admit what he said. I didn’t care what kind of chemicals he fed me. They would wear off eventually, and then I would be able to slip out of here, unnoticed. I had no intention of remaining in this diaper.
“You’ll see,” he told me and stroked my diapered butt. He rubbed down and stuck his fingers right between my legs. The heavy lining rubbed up against my flesh and made me quiver with humiliation. He just wanted to remind me how my most mature and adult body parts had been imprisoned in a symbol of childhood and weakness.
“Now, I’m going to spank you four times. At the end, you’ll tell me I can spank you. And after you’ve done so, you’re going to thank me for teaching you a very
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