Visions of Sugar Plums

Noel’s Christmas – Thursday, December 16th

“Visions of Sugar Plums”

Noel awoke in his bed, the smell of coffee having stirred her to. Turning over, she saw he wasn’t laying in the bed anymore. She wasn’t expecting him to be there. Someone had to be making the coffee, obviously. Sitting up, she took a moment to collect her senses, scratching the back of her neck and rolling her eyes at the horrible case of bedhead that her hair was experiencing. Getting up and waddling over to the floor-length mirror in the corner, she saw just how bad the bedhead was.

Ugh! This always happened when she didn’t fully dry her hair before going to bed, as was the case last night.

And, while waddling over to the mirror, she learned just how wet her diaper was.

This one didn’t surprise her. When Nick came to collect her from her crib to take her to bed with him, his middle of the night diaper change of her would sometimes cause her bladder to release again. But she would always hold it until the diaper change was complete. While she didn’t mind the idea of having a little fun and peeing on her Daddy, it hardly seemed like it would have been seen as fun by him – not when he was ready to go to bed.

She was wearing nothing but that wet diaper and a long t-shirt – a red one with Rudolph on the front. Then her forehead wrinkled as she realized she didn’t have her pacifier. Now that was strange. She always slept with a pacifier. Waddling back over to the bed, she crawled on top of the cover and fished her arms under the pillows – finding the pacifier, plunking it back into her mouth and then easing back down on the bed.

Hmm. Maybe she would sleep just a little bit longer. After all, they didn’t have anything planned for the day.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again, just as quickly. Turning over and sitting up, she tilted her head to the side – nursing on her pacifier as she looked around the room. Then it struck her.

They most certainly did have plans for this day! It was Christmas morning!

With sudden excitement, she got out of bed and tried to run out of the bedroom. But she was so excited, she forgot to put her feet firmly on the ground before starting to sprint. And she went face down on the bedroom rug. Standing up, she smirked behind her pacifier, thinking to herself: “Okay, Noel. Get a grip and don’t get so excited that you fall all over the place and run into walls.”

With composure, she waddled out into the hallway. Oh, yeah. She was soaking wet. She really needed to find Nick. She really needed a diaper change, as soon as possible.

And what perfect way to start Christmas day than with a loving diaper change from Daddy!

So, down the hallway and out into the living room she waddled. When she got into the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting on the couch and talking with Nick over coffee was … her sister, four years older than her. Quickly, she took the pacifier out of her mouth and held it in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it so her sister wouldn’t see it.

“Hiya, Nono,” her sister said with a cheery grin, using the nickname she always called Noel. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Sissers,” Noel said with a soft tone, practically whispering so the shakiness in her voice wouldn’t be audible.

Noel glanced to her left and her right, looking around for what might be laying out. She hadn’t told her sister about the Daddy-n-BabyGirl thing that she and Nick shared. She hadn’t even confessed to her sister anything about interests that some would consider to be fetish in nature. This was her sister’s first visit to their house and it was completely unscheduled.

Fear and an overactive imagination began to grip up Noel’s mind as she gamed out all the possibilities of what might have happened while she was sleeping that morning.

Had Nick spilled the beans? No. He would never do that.

Had her sister seen the nursery, the crib, the changing table, the stacks of diapers? Maybe she caught sight of the nursery when she walked back to hallway to use the bathroom. Or maybe her sister saw the nursery as she walked around the house, either giving herself a tour or being given one by Nick.

Scanning the room again, Noel searched for the diaper bag. Where was the diaper bag? She never knew where Nick kept it.

Noel had planned on having her sister over but after she had explained the Daddy-n-BabyGirl to her first.

“Come here, Nono,” her sister said, standing up and summoning her with gimme, gimme hands. “Your hair is all over the place, sleepyhead.”

Noel’s heart was pounding a mile a minute as she walked towards her sister, her waddle being unpreventable but her crinkle being lessened considerably because her diaper was drenched.

“Merry Christmas,” her sister said, embracing her after fussing with her little sister’s bedhead hair.

Noel hugged her back, doing everything she could to not give away how very nervous she was. But all seemed well, so far … until Nick did something that would confirm her fears.

As the girls hugged, Nick reached up under Noel’s long t-shirt and began to unfasten her soaked diaper. Noel’s eyes grew big-n-wide, her knees locking and entire frame feeling paralyzed.

Oh my goodness, no! Nick wasn’t really doing this, was he?

But for as much as her mind tried to deny what was happening, what she couldn’t deny was the thudding noise that her thoroughly drenched diaper made when it fell from her waist and landed between her feet on the rug.

Closing her eyes, Noel swallowed a lump in her throat as she silently thanked the fates that her bladder was currently empty. Otherwise, she would have peed straight down her legs. Still processing the shock of what just happened, she hadn’t even begun to contemplate how she would explain any of this to her sister.

Then her sister did something that would take the remaining brain waves inside Noel’s head and jumble them up – rendering the girl incapable of doing anything at all.

She took hold of Noel’s right hand and peeled back the clenched fingers, taking the pacifier and slipping it into Noel’s mouth. Embarrassment now mixed with confusion as Noel looked at her sister with a wrinkled forehead.

Did this mean her sister was okay with it? Or did it mean something else, completely?

Noel was so, so, so confused. And she felt so light-headed. Nick made her lay down on the rug, right there. Instinctively, she drew her knees up into the diaper changing position. It all was mortifying but she didn’t know what else to do. Her thoughts were so blitzed that she could hardly stay still. It was like her world was imploding around her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Now on her back, Noel looked over at the wet diaper on the rug. It was soft pink. But she didn’t have any soft pink diapers.

Where did it come from? That wasn’t the diaper he put her in last night, was it?

As Nick began to wipe Noel’s bottom, her sister sat back down on the couch and watched with a loving smile. Though Noel had blurry vision, she looked over at her sister, wanting to speak but unable to do so because her pacifier was in her mouth. As Nick unfolded another diaper and placed it flat to the rug, Noel’s vision sharpened – giving her the ability to take in the details of her sister and of the reactions from her sister … the moment having the soundtrack of a crinkly diaper being unfolded.

Expecting to see a look on her sister’s face that was gradually growing more and more bewildered, Noel was quite surprised – and honestly, quite happy – to see her sister smiling with a maternal glow about her.

“I’ve always known you were,” her sister said to her, Nick taking baby powder to Noel’s bottom.

How did her sister know? How was that possible? Noel had never confessed any sort of submissive feelings to her sister, let alone the desire to be a BabyGirl – in quite a few literal ways.

Nick lowered Noel’s freshly-powdered bottom into the soft innards of the new diaper, calling her a good girl. And when he called her that, she all-but melted into the rug – her body releasing so much tension that her frame went limp, and her legs parted as he lowered them down. Her sister gushed over her reactions and how she so consistently nursed on the pacifier when she needed just a little extra bit of soothing comfort.

Now with legs parted in a most adorable and vulnerable position, Noel whimpered as Nick took a baby wipe to her front and then down between her legs. She was beginning to slowly regress as she always did. And she was beginning to do this with the full knowledge that her sister was now aware … of everything.

She tingled all over, her head spinning and her eyesight repeatedly going in-n-out of blurriness from the rush of blood throughout her body. When he coated her front with powder, she whimpered again – her sister gushing again. And when he caressed the powder out evenly, Noel’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head momentarily as she desperately tried to displace the sensual feeling.

There was no way she was going to allow herself to become aroused in front of her sister.

But by the time Nick folded the front of her diaper up and into place, fastening the tapes snuggly at her hips, Noel was nothing more than a big pile of baby goo. And there was no way she was going to shake that feeling off. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to.

Picking her up, Nick set Noel on the couch next to her sister – the girls embracing in a most affectionate way – a swell of emotions now accompanying the loving gesture. Rolling up and disposing of the wet diaper, Nick then got a present from under the tree.

“You get to open the first present, BabyGirl,” he said with animation, handing Noel the present – a box that was shaped like a sweater was inside it.

With fumbling fingers of Christmas morning excitement, she opened the box to find … a white satin bonnet, two satin mitts and a chest harness with a leash.

“Now when your Daddy takes you for a walk, the sun won’t hurt your eyes, you won’t pick things up that you shouldn’t and there will be no fear of you running out into the street,” her sister said cheerfully with a tone of song-like maternal quality. “Try it all on, Nono.”

With that, her sister put Noel into the bonnet, the hand mitts and the chest harness – attaching the leash to the back of the harness while Nick puts sneakers on Noel’s feet.

“Let’s go,” her sister said with lively tone as she and Nick led Noel to the front door, opening the door and stepping into a blinding white light.

Encouraging Noel to step into the light, they waited patiently as she waddled forward. And when she finally stepped into the light ….

… she woke up in bed next to Nick.

It was the middle of the night. Climbing over top of his sleeping body, she grabbed his cell phone and checked the date.

It was only December 16^th. It had just been a dream and nothing more.

Sighing her relief, she laid back down and closed her eyes but couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to have her truth exposed to her sister. Not only was it good humiliation but it was also a freedom she had never felt or known before.

Continue on to Friday, December 17th