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A Dialogue Between a Wife & husband
?But of course the bars are on the window for a purpose. What if you
wish at some point to rebel??
?But how can I rebel? Really, Emily? Dressed in baby frocks? Denuded of
every bit of body hair, bald as a baby? Pampered and powdered, my
muscles atrophied and shrunken to the dimensions of a prepubescent
teenage girl?s? Confined in a playpen.. And watched by a nanny??
?Well, I know it sounds remote, dear. If it ever came to a tussle, I
know, it would be over in an instant. But what if Nanny Mary turns her
back and you dart for it??
?She locks the nursery??
?Well, what if she forgets??
?She never does.?
?Well, nannies can get careless??
?Oh, really, Emily? It?s a forty foot drop to the garden below and I?d
never make it past the nursery door let alone out of the house. Besides,
where could I go dressed like this? No money, no car keys? She?d tackle
me in an instant and pin me to the floor. Do you think me mad enough to
try and run for it??
?Well, dear, desperate situations call for desperate measures? Here you
are, already whining and complaining and wanting out of our arrangement
and it?s only been a year?What will you be like in two years, or five?
What then??
?Five years? You can?t be serious, Emily. You can?t mean to coop me up
in a nursery with nothing to do but sit in a playpen with dolls and foam
blocks, a coloring book and crayons, every day? I?ll wither away? I?ll
go mad with boredom! After all, I am an adult!?
?But you have your lovely nanny to sit with you in her rocking chair all
day and keep you company while I?m at work.?
?But she just watches and smirks! She?s hardly the nice, gentle girl to
me she seems to you.?
?But, dear, all nannies have to be firm and a little formal! They all
have to appear a little stern to show they?re in control? And didn?t I
make sure she was young and pretty, just like you asked for??
?Firm and in control? Ha! I can?t move a finger unless she says so, and
she positively enjoys taunting me with her sarcastic comments. ?Oh,
aren?t we just soooo precious and cute and dainty today?? and ?What a
pretty little thing you?ve become! What a real hit you?d be with all
the girls now?? and ?Aren?t we going to have so much fun today in the
playpen!? She?s simply awful, Emily, she?s always mocking me...?
?She?s just trying to be nice, William. You only think she?s being mean
and horrid when, instead, she?s just trying to do the job she was hired
for? It?s not as easy as you think? You just sit around all day taking
dumps and wetting your diapers. But she has to change them and feed you
and bathe you? Watch over you so you don?t get into mischief? Put you
down for naps? It?s not as easy as it seems? And it?s even harder when
the baby?s a grown-up like you? And then you, of all people, have to go
ahead and develop an attitude on top of everything else? Are you trying
to be difficult and make life harder for me and your nanny, William??
?You should hear her when we?re alone!?
?Oh, William, sometimes you distress me so. Your nanny tells me how
wonderful you are. How obedient and respectful and happy you are? She
just loves you to death? She gushes how she would just like to squeeze
you, you?re so sweet. And then you come forward to me with all these
complaints about her!?
?She shames me and treats me like a silly child.?
?But, William, that?s the whole point. You are a child! We are just
giving you what you secretly wanted, what you finally asked me for in a
moment of candor a year ago.?
?It was only a fantasy? I never wanted it full time? It?s unendurable to
be treated this way??
?No, you said 24/7/12, right from the start. No exceptions? You forget.
?No escape, be firm, dos as you please.? You demanded we take charge.
?Not even the possibility of escape! All avenues cut off and sealed! My
nursery my prison! No way to contact anyone on the outside?? You
insisted, ?Make me mind.? Those were your exact words, William. ?Make me
mind!? You may have forgotten, but I haven?t? You wanted me and your
pretty nanny to take charge of you, and now we have. ?No mercy,? you
said. That?s what you said? And now you?re showing attitude??
?Well, I really didn?t know what it meant to be a baby all the time,
every second.?
?Well, now you do??
?And I don?t like it!?
?Well, isn?t that just too, too bad! I?ve gone to a great deal of time
and trouble to set this whole thing up just the way you wanted it. Every
loving detail, you oversaw every detail! All the baby clothes, the guest
room re-decorated as a nursery, the furniture? Crib, changing table,
playpen, baby bouncer, your high-chair, all custom-made to fit an adult?
Do you think any of this was cheap, William? It cost a fortune! And,
then, I hired the full-time, live-in nanny, just as you requested! Do
you think Mary was easy to find? Why, she costs in one week twice what
your monthly income was before you quit your job, and now, after her
first year, she has demanded a hefty raise, which I?m going to have to
pay? All to support your little fantasy? Oh, she deserves it all right,
she deserves every penny she makes, with your poopies and wet nappies? I
wouldn?t do it for twice what she makes? And now you have the gall to
complain about her! You who have no income, who are penniless, a
dependent, helpless little thing, without a friend in the world, while I
pay for everything? And what thanks do I get, working to support you in
everything? You?re spoiled, William, you?re a little ingrate! You get
everything you want and it?s still not enough? You should be ashamed to
listen to yourself. ?Ohhh, poor little William is soooo tired of his
baby life, oh, he wants to go back and be a big boy? Use the toilet
again, feed himself, be an adult? Drive a car and go to work? Play with
his wee-wee and bed women, maybe even make spurties in his wife? How
touching! Oh, poor little William wants to make all his own decisions
and be an adult again? How moving!? I?m supposed to just say, ?Okay,
William, you can have your life back. I?ve just wasted a fortune and a
year of my life, but you can go back to being an adult male again??
?Well, let me safely assure you, my precious little toddler, that your
decision-making days are over! You?re in your nursery to stay! Your
macho life in trousers is over, buster? Finished? Gone ? Is that clear?
You gave it all up a year ago and you?re not getting any of it back.
You?re in diapers and frocks now for good? A simpering little baby girl
who needs to be watched and cared for? A baby now and a baby you?ll
remain? You complain about how boring life is? But that?s just what
healthy babies strive on? Routines, everything the same, no surprises,
no anxiety, everything planned to the last detail? Feedings and playtime
and naptimes, all in the same order, day after lovely day? Up at seven
a.m. and down at seven p.m. sharp, summer and winter? Nanny darkens your
little room, kisses you on the cheek, pulls the lid shut on your crib
and locks you safely in for the night. She gazes at you through the bars
and sticks a pacifier in your mouth, tucks the fleece blanket about you,
and then smiles at your sweet little face looking at her in the half-
light. The picture of innocence and purity, William, and the last thing
you do before shutting your precious little eyes is you get to choose
whether to cuddle Teddy or Dollie for the night? It?s a sweet little
picture, William, and it won?t be changing??
?But, Emily, be reasonable? See it from my perspective? No adult can
stand what I have to endure? The same thing every day... No variation in
routine? it may be fine for a baby but I?m? not? a? baby! Not a real
baby! I?m an adult! You seem to have lost sight of that fact, Emily? I?m
an adult who is made to sit on his behind in a nursery all day? Would
you like to do that? Would you still be patient and happy after a year
in a nursery being treated like a toddler? I?ve lost count of the days
and month, I?m not even sure what day of the week it is, there?s no
clock or calendar in the nursery and Nanny won?t tell me... So there I
sit, legs splayed in the playpen wearing my booties and playing with
foam blocks? Is that any life for a man even if he is rather tiny and
puny for his age? Endless diaper changes and being fed the same bland
baby food and awful tasting formula? Confined all winter in my nursery
playpen and on summer mornings being parked in an over-sized stroller in
the humid shade of the garden, the brake on, and strapped in my pink
harness with the little bells on it, the belts around my waist and chest
repositioned around the back of the stroller and tightened and out of
reach of my hands? There I sit? A ludicrous sight? Exposed in my
diaper, my soft, hairless legs are bent at the knees and splay out
leaving my smooth crotch on lascivious display? What a sight! No matter
how I wriggle and twist about in the stroller and wave my arms about and
flutter my hands in impotence, there?s no escape? Nanny stands there
smiling at me. She places a bonnet on my head though I am in the shade
and ties the strings under my chin in a tight knot I dare not undo? She
pats me on the cheek and coos in mockery: ?Be a good little girl now, no
wiggling about trying to get loose, you can look at the birdies and
chipmucks cavorting about so free and happy on the lawn doing whatever
they please... And you can listen to the cicadas singing their song of
love? Oh, Nature is so brimming with life and busting with love and song
while you sit in your dreary little airless and soundless nursery and
let the hours and days and months idly slip by? But don?t despair,
honey, Nanny will come by for you in a while and then we?ll go in for
lunchies! Meanwhile, you enjoy yourself in the stroller and have some
fun!?
?It?s so degrading and humiliating listening to her subtle mockery and
have to sit there unable to move! And then, after she wheels the
stroller back inside, I sit in a high-chair and am fed a gooey,
tasteless, yellow-green mush she?s made in the blender? Then it?s
upstairs to the nursery for a silly two-hour nap when I?m not the least
bit tired after sleeping for twelve hours the night before and doing
nothing all day but sit in a playpen and stroller? And I?m not stupid,
you know? I know the only reason Nanny makes me take those afternoon
naps and then puts me down at 7 p.m. is so she gets a long break in the
mid-afternoon and a long night to do what she wants? It is so
intolerable to be a cipher on someone else?s schedule? To be a plaything
for a nanny who despises me? You wouldn?t stand for it for a minute,
Emily.?
?You?re right, William. I would never have placed myself in your
ridiculous position. But you have done so of your own accord, no one
forced you? Plus, there are benefits you overlook? Your every need is
met? You lack for nothing? You should be happy to be alert and well-
rested when so many men are sleep-deprived and exhausted killing
themselves at work, and you?re lucky Nanny changes your diapers as
frequently as she does to keep you from getting diaper rash. Not all
babies are so fortunate. And you forget that it was you, William, you,
who wanted to be made to take naps each afternoon like a real baby. It
would be so enchanting, you said? And it was you who suggested an early
bedtime, like a real baby? These were all your ideas, no one else?s,
certainly not mine. ?Ohhh, it will be so exciting,? you said, ?being
made to obey like a little baby and suck a dummy and dress in girly,
baby dresses? Deprived of adult privileges, made to obey, punished if I
don?t? Like any typical child... Oh, the exhilarating sense of impotence
while a pretty nanny orders me about will be so intoxicating!? Every
idea was yours! You planned every step of your own descent into
childhood, William! So you have no one to blame but yourself??
?But I don?t want this life anymore! I made a mistake! I admit that? I
just didn?t know what I was doing, or thinking? I just didn?t know
exactly what I was getting myself into? It was just a fantasy? Why do I
have to live in a fantasy that has turned into a nightmare??
?Too bad? We all have to live with the effects of our decisions,
William. You chose badly and have to live with the consequences. And
think of my huge financial investment in making every detail of that
fantasy a reality. Would it be fair to me for you simply to walk away
after all I?ve spent on you??
?But I?ll make it up to you? I?ll pay you back? Every cent??
?How will you do that, William? You have no job? You quit your job,
remember??
?I?ll get another??
?Another job? Doing what, William? It took you years to rise in the bank
to your lowly mid-level position, and now, after you left, they merely
eliminated your position. That?s how important you were? No, you?ll
never get a job that will begin to pay me back for the expenses I?ve had
in the last year. Besides, frankly, William---though I don?t want to
hurt your feelings, honey---but it?s been more than a little pleasant
having you out of my hair in the nursery for the last year, not being
responsible for you, knowing you were being well cared for and not have
to busy myself about you or worry about you or even see you every day.?
?But, Emily, think about me? It hasn?t been pleasant for me??
?It was what you wanted, William! You begged for it!?
?But that?s before I knew what it?s really like, Emily? It?s so boring
being treated like a baby all the time? You have no idea, you get to go
out into the real world each day, you see people and get to do exciting
things? You can go to a restaurant when you like and drink a glass of
wine whenever you like. You can wear whatever clothes you want and go to
bed at night when you decide! You?re not confined to a nursery like me,
never being allowed out, every decision made for you, told what to do
every second??
?Me! Me! Me! Is that all you can think of, William? Yourself??
?I?m just so bored every day, Emily, the same thing, day after day, and
Nanny sitting there smirking and hoping it?ll soon be time to lock me in
my crib? It?s not right! You can?t leave me here every day in her care.
I hate her! I hate the playpen! I hate the dolls and having to color! I
hate when she makes me wear the wristlets, puts me in the bouncer and
hooks my wrists to my belt and starts me bouncing so I can?t stop! She
laughs as I bounce about, this way and that, like a stupid jack-in-the-
box, and the more I try to stop the more I bounce about. It?s just
maddening? ?You?re just a real live doll, honey, with no more
coordination and self-control than a real toddler,? she mocks as I
bounce, and if I whine and mewl she just sticks a gag in my mouth to
silence me and goes back to her rocker to read as I continue to bounce.
And the bouncing makes me piss and shit, and I hate pissing and shitting
in my diaper and having to sit in it until Nanny decides to change me!
It?s just not fair! I?m an adult!?
?Watch your language, young lady! ?Piss? and ?shit? are off limits?
They?re big boy words and not part of your vocabulary anymore? You
should know that! You?re close, William---very, very close---to a
spanking! Would you like to go over my knee? And the nerve of you
calling me unjust and unfair after I?ve paid for everything you wanted
so you could play your baby games all day while I work? You?re such a
little ingrate! You really are a baby? Selfish and unfeeling, just a
little monster whose mouth should be washed out with soap? You?ve just
earned yourself some corner time, buster??
?I?m sorry, Emily? It?s just that I?m so unhappy now??
?Well, you just have to get over it! Nothing?s going to change despite
your whining? In fact, just the opposite? I?ll tell Nanny Mary to be
even stricter? You should know that about me! Whining and fretting just
strengthen my resolve to keep you exactly where you?re at? No matter how
much you complain?You?ll just have to get used to it, William. It?s too
late now? You dreamed about this, this is what excited you when I
couldn?t, you begged me for it, and now you have it? There?s an old
saying that when you make your bed you have to lie in it? And there?s
another old saying, be careful what you wish for, you may get it??
?Oh, don?t talk to me like I?m a child, Emily! I know those silly old
sayings??
?Well, they?re true nonetheless, William, however much you may dismiss
them as not up to your former standards of cleverness and originality.
Oh, how you used to strut about telling me you were a genius! So smart
and sharp as a tack? So much smarter than me?Well, your days of being
clever and impressing people, especially young women, are pretty much
over, William. Mary makes you say only goo-goo and gah-gah in the
nursery, so I know you don?t get much chance there to impress anybody.
That must be frustrating for a genius not to be allowed to talk? To sit
there and play with his foam blocks all day going goo-goo, gah-gah? Can
you imagine any young, self-respecting, good-looking girl, someone you
might have formerly impressed, glancing into your nursery and seeing you
in your diapers in your crib clutching Teddy or Dollie and looking back
at her saying goo-goo, gah-gah? Do you think she?d be impressed? Want to
date you? Get to know you? Go to bed with you? I?m afraid not... Those
days, I?m afraid, are gone for good? No, she?d see a totally asexual
little guy dressed like a baby girl staring back at her between his crib
bars? And when she learns that you?re in your frocks and crib by choice,
William, because you wanted to be there, I?m afraid she would lose
whatever pity she might have felt for you. In fact, I bet she?d find you
a bit repellent, wouldn?t she? Erotically unattractive, that?s for sure,
but more than that---repulsive and disgusting, getting his ?jollies?
sitting in a wet, poopy diaper, she?d frown at the sight of you and
turn away in disgust and close the nursery door blotting out your sight,
the way she might let a rock fall back on its bottom after spying a
slimy, pale white slug beneath? She might even shiver in distaste just
thinking that perverts like you exist. Then, maybe you would appreciate
your nanny more??
?Ohhh, Emily, you can be so cruel? And you?re wrong, too, there are
things I didn?t choose for myself, as you maintain. Things you decided
for me? Like I didn?t ask for the chastity tube you make me wear??
?Ahhh, darling you?re right? That, I admit, was my idea. But how could I
leave you alone with a pretty nanny all day without some kind of
protection? Besides, baby wee-wees are for wetting and nothing more? And
Nanny feels more comfortable not having to deal with unwelcome erections
when she changes and bathes. Can you blame her??
?But you keep it on all the time now, even when she isn?t here??
?Well, after all, your condition is permanent, isn?t it? You?ll never
get use to wearing it if I keep popping it on and off! And, besides,
like I said, a baby?s wee-wee has to stay limp and soft? What kind of
baby girl walks around with a stiffie? And what would you prefer as an
alternative? Castration??
?You?re laughing at me, Emily??
?Well, darling, you have to admit, the whole situation is a little
bizarre and amusing? It?s not easy explaining to colleagues and co-
workers and friends exactly what?s happening in my house on the second
floor in the old guest room. I just say you?ve had a severe breakdown,
are recuperating at home, have regressed to psychological infancy, and
that if you don?t recover soon I?ll get power of attorney over all your
affairs.?
?You can?t do that! The courts won?t allow it! You can?t keep me here!?
?You would be surprised, William, what I have discovered in the last
year while you?ve been mincing in your baby frocks with Nanny. It?s easy
to prove to a court, with the right lawyers and at the right price, that
a husband who has quit a well-paying job to mince about in diapers and
willingly subjected himself, for a whole year, mind you, to the
supervision of a trained psychiatric nurse who he has fantasized is a
nanny in his own private nursery, is, on the face of it, weird and
deeply troubled and incompetent and should be in the care of his loving
wife if not an institution
?You wouldn?t!?
?Well, William, I wouldn?t like to, that?s true. I am fond of you. I
would miss you? And it would be messy getting you committed and it would
certainly be embarrassing. I hope you never force me to such action,
dear. It would be so much cleaner and easier just for me to handle your
affairs, get power of attorney and you declared incompetent, put
everything in my name, and keep you here. Nothing would really have to
change, now would it? We have such a nice arrangement here, you and me,
you in the nursery with your nanny and me in the nearby bedroom, from
time to time I drop by to visit and assist Nanny? And I do so hope
you?ll stop your whining and see the brighter, happier side of our
convenient arrangement, William. After all, think about it, how many of
us get to perpetually live out our secret fantasy life and get it paid
for by a loving spouse ? How many of us can afford to retire from work
to live a life we?ve only dreamed of?
?But, Emily??
?Enough, William! I am tired of this wrangling and talking and nothing
getting resolved? You?re a child, William, and silence is golden in
children? I?ll finish by doing the talking and you?ll listen. We?ll end
by my telling you a little allegory that was told to me by a friend with
you in mind. You?ll see the point, I think, a bright little child like
you? Once there was a little boy who was walking in the forest and came
upon a big vat of golden amber. He was told not to go near the vat, it
was dangerous. But the amber was so sweet and lovely and sticky like
caramel that the little boy ignored the warnings. He leaned far into the
vat, dipping his hands into it and then his arms up to his shoulders,
and he tasted the nectar and it was delicious. He swooned and leaned
further, he leaned so far, in fact, that he lost his balance and fell
in. At first he was frightened and thrashed about thinking he might
drown. But the liquid was so thick he was buoyed up and the feel of the
gooey, sticky amber was surprisingly pleasant. So, instead of climbing
out, he luxuriated in its feel and began to float about and enjoy
himself, first on his back and then on his belly. Slowly,
imperceptibly, however, the amber began to congeal. The process was so
slow he barely noticed at first. He still refused to climb out even as
he found it harder and harder to move his limbs as the amber slowly
hardened in the vat. The little boy was coated with it, and it covered
him from head to toe. His limbs grew stiff, his movements slowed, and
eventually it took the greatest effort for him to move a finger. Now it
was too late to climb out, he was too weak to move a finger; he was
caught like a butterfly in amber, stiff and frozen in space and time and
unable to move. A little girl peered into the vat at his immobilized
form as he floated about. He began to panic knowing he would need
assistance if he were ever to be free from his prison. He looked at her
wild-eyed and begged for help. ?It?s too late, little boy,? she said
sadly. ?I can?t help you, no one can, you?re doomed to float about
immobile forever.?
?It?s a very ugly story, Emily, and I can tell you enjoyed it immensely
though I found it infinitely depressing.?
?William, you?re that little boy. You are coated with your babyhood just
like the little boy is coated in his amber, there will be no release, my
little darling? Like the little boy, you should never have wandered so
close to the edge; and when you fell in you should have immediately
climbed back out when you had the strength and the will; it?s too late
now, you?re too weak, you?ll just have to stay as you are in your
nursery and make the best of it? Nor, when you think about it, is your
fate so very bad? Just like the sensory-deprived little boy in the vat--
-he?s comfortable and cozy and secure floating about coated in
amber?There are worse fates in life, William, than being cocooned in a
nursery and lovingly being looked after? Try to think of it that
way?You?ll be happier, or at least a little more resigned??
?Tell me something, Emily, and don?t get angry, please.?
?Dear??
?Do you go out at night? Do you date while I?m in the nursery in my
crib? Do you have a ?boyfriend? who sleeps with you? I hardly ever see
you at night.?
?That?s impertinent, William, and none of your business. First of all,
you?re a baby now who lives in a nursery, you?re no longer a husband
except in name only, so you have lost the rights and privileges of one
and therefore have lost the right to expect an answer to the question
you just asked? Second, if you must know, you?re in bed at seven and I
often have to work late, way past seven, to support your chosen and
expensive lifestyle. But, more importantly, little children like you
should not be wondering about such things let alone asking their mommies
such questions. It?s impure??
?Well, are you seeing someone??
?You are exasperating, William! You will not learn your place, will you?
Such a willful child?Well, if you must know, yes? I?ve been dating a man
from work for several months now and we?re quite serious. He?s really
quite extraordinary, I must say? Magnificent even? I wasn?t going to
tell you? I didn?t want to worry you. Little children get so upset and
jealous when they think their mommies aren?t exclusively their own and
devoted to them. But rest assured, darling, just relax knowing that
nothing is going to change, nothing is going to happen to you. You?ll be
well taken care of even when I divorce to remarry a real man. It will be
just like always, you?ll be my little baby girl in her cozy, little
nursery down the hall, and looked after by your nice, pretty nanny.
Won?t that be nice? We?ll all have so much fun together. Mommy and Daddy
sharing the bedroom and living their lives together and you living your
whole life within the four walls of your nursery protected and nurtured
by a nanny who?ll serve as your babysitter when we?re away? Not a worry
in the world, darling? Day after day of nursery play and fun? No
responsibilities? And we?ll send you postcards on our honeymoon and
Nanny Mary can pin them up on the nursery bulletin board? Yes, your
every need will continue to be met, William, except, of course, those
adult ones having to do with your harmless little wee-wee. That little
pleasure will remain off-limits. Now, I know it will be hard for you
knowing that Daddy doesn?t have to wear a tube and Mommy and Daddy get
to make love down the hall in the bedroom while you?re confined in
chastity in your nursery. But that?s just the price you pay for being my
darling ickle-lickle baby? No ickle-lickle baby of mine makes gooey,
white messy-messies in his ickle dydies, now does he? And can you
imagine a ickle, lickle baby girl making big boy spurties? Eee-yuckkkk,
gross!
?Yes, William, you are a very lucky baby really and you?ll have all the
time in the world to adjust? all the time in the world??
Finis
Jo
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