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I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.
As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.
Diaper Sissy On Camera
Her knee-high socks were polka-dotted, with each dot in a different bright primary hue, perfectly matching the tiny bows clipped into her pigtails. My heart melted a little, seeing her so utterly delighted, clearly having spent considerable time picking out every item to impress her dear Mama. And she had certainly succeeded in doing just that!
After her grand fashion reveal, her attention, predictably, shifted to her newest treasures. “And Mama, look at my new blocks!” she exclaimed, momentarily bending down out of frame before reappearing, a towering, slightly precarious stack of oversized, brightly colored wooden blocks clutched precariously in her arms. She held them up for me to see. “I’m making a big, big tower!” she chirped, her eyes wide with the serious intention of imaginative play.
I cooed admiringly, encouraging her burgeoning architectural endeavors, knowing how much she cherished her quiet playtime with her beloved toys, especially when she knew I was watching and approving from afar. However, amidst the enthusiastic block-building and storytelling, a subtle but unmistakable shift began to occur.
Her bright smile faltered just a touch, and her fidgeting became a little more pronounced, almost imperceptibly at first. She started to sway slightly from side to side, her focus momentarily drawn away from the colorful wooden pieces she had been so meticulously stacking. Her brow furrowed in a familiar, almost urgent way, and she began to tap her little fingers restlessly against her leg.
Then, with a hesitant glance back at the screen, her voice dropping to a softer, almost whispered tone that indicated her little secret was becoming harder to keep, she finally articulated her request, “Mama, can…can I go potty in my pull-up now, please?” A knowing smile played on my lips as I feigned a moment of deep consideration, though I had seen the tell-tale signs of her predicament for a while now.
“Oh, is that a big girl question, sweet pea?” I playfully teased, watching her squirm with a delightful mix of urgency and anticipation. “Well, since you asked so nicely, and since you’re wearing your special big girl pull-up, I suppose Mama will allow it.”
Her face instantly lit up, replacing the earlier tension. Without a moment’s hesitation, she gave a firm nod, before disappearing just out of the lowest edge of the frame. A few moments later, a slightly apologetic but ultimately relaxed Sissy reappeared. Her rainbow outfit was now a bit rumpled. “All done, Mama!” she announced proudly, wiggling a little as if to emphasize her accomplishment. Or perhaps it was just the lingering wetness.
It was my cue to step in, even through the digital divide and hundreds of miles of separation. “Well, my little sweetheart, it certainly sounds like someone needs a fresh pull-up, doesn’t it? A very clean and dry one!” I said, my voice softening with affection, despite the situation. She nodded shyly, extending her bottom towards the camera. “Um…Mama?” she asked, nervously. “I um…I actually went before I asked because I was just so excited to show you my blocks!”
“You know, sweet pea,” I mused, my tone dripping with feigned concern and a touch of condescension. “If these pull-ups are becoming such a challenge, perhaps Mama needs to reconsider. Especially if you’re asking for permission after the fact. Maybe we should go back to proper diapers for a while. Just to make sure you stay nice and dry. What do you think about that, my little girl?”
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