“Say what?” I asked. I couldn’t have heard him right.
“Adult baby infantilism is a fetish. You want to be a baby. You dress up in diapers and ask for your mama and go wee-wee wike when you was weetle.’ He said again, sure as hell.
“That’s messed up Mike.”
He smiled. “I like it. It works for me.”
A little later, Mike excused himself. He had shared more than I ever needed to know. Mike was an old friend but friendship has boundaries. Adult baby infantilism... I went home feeling dirty for some reason, even though I’d done nothing wrong.
I took a shower and my girl came home. I couldn’t get over Mike and his crap. I was beginning to think he was pulling my leg, but he seemed so serious. I didn’t mention it to Jane. At first we talked a little and watched some television, I put my arm around her and we started to kiss. I turned off the television and we kissed some more. I started to unbutton her blouse out of habit. Something didn't feel right. It was moving too fast. I got up to leave and she pulled me back down and I slid my hand up her skirt.
She was into it and I had forgotten all about Mike and that image he’d crammed into my head that was making me uncomfortable with my own girl. Why did the image of Mike in a diaper and that disgusting baby talk unnerve me so much?
“Not interested?” She asked, pulling back in a huff. I had my hand up her skirt for crying out loud. I was interested. It was Mike and that damned adult baby infantilism.
“I am baby. It’s been a long day.” We kissed and I was getting into the spirit of things, and she pulled back again, but this time with those Katie Holmes come hither eyes. This might be okay after all. Oh yeah.
“My widdle wuvvy boy have a-a-a-a ba-a-a-a-ad day.” She said, blinking flirtatious eyes. I jumped up out of my skin. What the hell? Now I had that baby diaper image working in my head again. Dear God was there no relief.
I stood up and walked away. The mood was blown. Mike was going to have to pay for this next time I saw him. He’d messed my head up good.
“Fine, take me home.” She said. This was trouble. This was big trouble. I was cornered now. Mike had rattled me to the point I was messing up a fantastic night with Jane. Jane would never let me live this down, and I intended to be with Jane for a long time. “Sorry Honey but Mike messed my head up today.” I replied.
I explained to her what Mike had told me about the baby infantilism stuff. The fetishes, the other stuff he had told me he was into. This was not something you just share with someone you know, that you aren’t that close to. It had messed with my head, planted images. She seemed bewildered, her eyes got all glassy, and I thought she might be sick.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “I’ll stop.” I held her hand and she looked deep into my eyes. I’d probably told her too much, went too far like Mike.
“No, it’s okay.” She said blankly. “I just thought maybe you wanted to try it?” She asked.
It was the best night I ever had.