Spoiled Pop Star, Part 4

Story 2 of 3, Post 23 of 33 for July.

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They sat on Gage's bed, Mia listening attentively while he explained why he wore diapers. He was unashamed of his choice in underwear and candid in his answers to her questions. Either he trusted her with this secret, or he didn't care if she told anyone. "Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to sing and make music. I knew what I wanted to do, you know? I wanted to entertain people and be a big star, and I worked at it. Music lessons, voice lessons. As soon as I could read and write, I started learning to write songs. I met with voice coaches and agents, and I sang wherever I could. You know I landed my first paying gig when I was 9?"

"Yeah, I knew you started early and worked real hard to build your career. And you did it! You should be proud of yourself. You made it. You're a star."

"I know, and I am proud. I'm proud of what I've built and done, and I love my life. I enjoy everything I had. But when you do all that shit as a kid, nobody expects you to be a kid. They expect you to be responsible and do the work to get what you want. There wasn't much time to just be a kid and goof off. I had to grow up fast."

"And now you miss it?"

"Like I said, I enjoy my life. I don't regret all that work or everything I've accomplished. But it did come with a price."

"So, now you want to be a kid again."

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's heavy shit. I get it. And, you know, it could be worse. Lots of teen idols and actors and young people in entertainment get into drugs and wreck themselves."

Gage smiled ruefully. "Well, I never said I didn't do any drugs."

"Oh?"

He shook his head. "Wait. That sounded bad. I'm not into anything heavy. I smoke weed."

"Well, yeah."

"I've tried coke, Molly, a little speed, shrooms. But that's all dabbling. These days, I just smoke weed, and I might do a little coke if I'm at a party, but I don't go crazy with it."

"You still sound better off than a lot of people in your position."

"Thanks."

She looked at him for a moment. "Like I said, it's unusual, but it makes sense the way you explained it. I'm intrigued. Besides, I've always thought you were cute, and this kinda makes you even cuter, like you're a sweet little boy who needs to be taken care of."

"Yeah? You want to take care of me?"

She smiled. "I don't know if I'm ready to go that far. Like, you want me to change your diapers?"

His face lit up. "Yeah, that'd be wicked!"

"Whoa. That's kinda extreme."

"Well, you don't have to. But you asked."

"That's true." She paused a few seconds before a thought occurred to her. "So, what all do you do in your diapers? I mean--"

"Do I shit in them?"

"Yeah."

His cheeks reddened a little for the first time in the conversation. "Yup."

"Wow. You're, like, committed to this."

"Does that gross you out?"

"I mean, shit is gross, Gage."

"I know. That's why I pay someone to clean me up."

"Wait, what? You pay someone to change your shitty diapers?"

"And the wet ones. If I'm gonna be little, I have to have someone take care of me, right?"

"I guess so, but Gage-- I mean, who is this person?"

"She's my nanny. I pay her to take care of me."

"Do you fuck her?"

"No! She wouldn't go for that even if I asked her. I have other relationships."

Mia looked somewhat confused. "So, you're having sex with other women while you're paying this nanny to change your diapers and take care of you?"

"Right."

"How does that work? It's like having another person in your relationship."

"Well, right now, I don't have a relationship."

"Would you get rid of your nanny if you started one?"

"If my girlfriend started taking care of me, yeah."

She looked at him with an indiscernible expression. "And if not, you'd keep her on. So, what matters is that your needs are getting met and someone's taking care of you, and if that's not happening, you'll pay someone to do it. Wow. That's, like, really self-absorbed."

Gage was surprised. "I'm not trying to be like that. I'm just trying to, you know, live my best life."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to think about this. I don't know if I can start a relationship with a guy who's getting his underwear changed by another woman every day."

"It's a professional arrangement!"

"I understand that, but I'm not trying to be part of a professional arrangement. I get it. I get why you want this or need it, whatever. I'm sorry you didn't get to be a kid. But I just don't know if I want to get involved in this."

"You mean you don't know if you want to get involved with me."

"I guess so. Look, I like you, but you're asking an awful lot of someone who just met you and found all this out."

Gage sighed heavily and nodded. "I understand."

"I'll text you, and we'll talk later."

Mia left for home, and he instinctively headed for Beverly's room, knocking on the door rather timidly.

"Yes?"

"Mia left. Can I come in."

"Yeah."

He opened the door and found her watching TV on her sofa as he stepped inside. He'd given her a large, well-furnished room.

The look on his face told her what was going on. "What happened?"

"I told her everything, and it was too much for her. I don't think she wants to see me again."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Come here, put your head on my lap."

He crinkled over to her, looking very much like a dejected toddler, and laid down, placing his head on her thigh and popping his thumb into his mouth. She started stroking his thick hair, and the tension began to vanish. He didn't care if Mia couldn't accept his relationship with Beverly. It made him feel good, safe, and he couldn't give that up.