Posted by Fatboy on January 30, 2010 at 11:27 [71.193.64.243]
Sorry, just the kind of mood I am in today:
Tamara and Lacy needed a room mate. There was just no way around it. Celia flunked out at the semester and they just couldn’t force her to pay up till the end of the next semester. She didn’t have the money anyway.
They didn’t have time to wait for people to answer ads and interview them and set something up over the next month, the rent would be due and they didn’t have the extra money either. So even though allowing a guy to share their place was something they were both sure they didn’t really want, Jared needed the place to live, had the cash and could move right in to Celia’s room. As a classmate he was fine, not much to look at, he was scrawny and socially backward. As a room mate they both thought he was, well, just not very likeable. Probably why he couldn’t stay in the dorms. Sharing an actual room with the guy would be torture.
On the contrary, Tamara and Lacy were both hot. In their second year of college, life was good for them. They were beautiful confident young woman and scared the hell out of Jared. But he had no choice either. Go home a failure, again and face that horrible situation, or find the courage to face life as it comes. Easy for most, just not for Jared.
Jared’s home life was what created the neurotic, awkward person he was. Abandoned by his father by the time he was five, his mother was emotionally distant. Eventually she remarried to beast of a man whose favorite past time was picking on Jared. Worse yet, the beast came with a daughter who was allowed to abuse him in any manor she saw fit. Ill prepared for life in general, the social tempest that is a college dorm nearly crushed him. Walking though life with a target on his back, he wasn’t going to survive until he stumbled upon the conversation Tamara, Lacy and Celia were having about Celia’s flunking out and leaving school. Not meaning to eves drop, it was difficult not to due to the raised voices and emotional expressions of the girls as they expressed their concerns for their future.
Finding the courage to speak to these girls at all was a major feat for Jared, but he was aided by Lacy, who noticed he was following their conversation, asked if he needed something. “Um, I a, I need a place to go, I mean to live, um, now…”
They looked at each other and tried not to let their disappointment show on their faces. A short discussion later and they were discussing rules and money and setting a time for the move in.
Now a month into the new arrangement, Tamara and Lacy stood outside Jared’s door, speaking very quietly.
Lacy whispered, “You are sure he’s in there?”
Tamara responded, “Yeah, I’ve been here the whole time. Do you smell that?”
Lacy sniffed, “Yeah, and it’s not the first time, is he cooking in there?”
“My gawd, cooking what, rotting cabbage?” Tamara started to laugh.
Lacy, giggling a little also, said, ”You’re right, it kinda smells like poop…”
Tamara, who was thinking the same thing still looked surprised, “Do you really think…?”
They heard a noise inside the door and they both walked away in opposite directions. Tamara slipped into her room and watched through a crack in her door, Lacy stepped into the bathroom and pretended to check her make up in the mirror. Jared’s door opened slowly and Jared timidly poked out his head. Tamara watched as he looked both ways down the hall and tip-toed out towards the bathroom. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, both a little too small for him as all his clothes were. Not purchased wrong, just as though they were old and he had just out grown them a little. Her eyes couldn’t help but zero in on the bulge in the seat of his sweatpants. There was an obvious load in there and even more amazing was the clear outline of a disposable diaper.
Tamara opened her door a little wider to see and it creaked, causing Jared to shift his attention away from where he was going. He ran right into Lacy, just inside the bathroom and fell backwards out into the hall. He lay there in his humiliation and cried. The two girls stood over him and could not contain their disgust. “What the hell Jared, did you shit yourself?” Tamara asked. Followed by Lacy, “Seriously guy, are you wearing a diaper?”
Jared continued to cry on the floor when Lacy lost her patience completely, “For chissake!, get off the floor already, you stink, could you at least clean yourself!” Tamara help Lacy drag him off the floor and pushed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As the two girls went off to discuss how to get rid of him, Jared contemplated how that didn’t go at all like he hoped and felt once again how he was certain he was in the wrong story. He wished he could be a character in one of those stories where the girls find his disgusting fetish for wearing poopy diapers to be cute and endearing. That they would offer to change him and than make love to him all night. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a character in one of those stories, his world was more like the real world. Where pretty girls don’t like men who shit in there pants. They do not think diapers on a guy are cute or sexy and childish behavior is encouraged or even tolerated.
So, realizing that life does not have any of those things in it for Jared, he slit his wrists and died in his diapers.
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