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"Hi! I'm Cream! Thanks for visiting! Make yourself at home!"
12: A Mother-to-Son Talk
Tails sat on Sonic’s bunk in the two boys’ bedroom. Their mother told him to go in there because she and Sonic had a surprise for him. The top bunk was reeling from the earlier accident: it was free of the boy’s sheets and still quite damp.
The sky was a darker shade of blue now: it was getting late.
What was this idea? It wasn’t a punishment, Vanilla said; he didn’t deserve punishment.
Vanilla entered the bedroom with the paper grocery bag that Sonic brought home.
“You wanted to see me, Mom?” Tails asked.
Vanilla put the bag on the ground in front of her feet. “Son, I know you don’t like having these accidents when you’re asleep,” she said. “Personally, I think it might be the end result of you working yourself too hard.”
“What? I’m not working too hard,” Tails said.
“Son,” said Vanilla “half the nights this week, you’ve been down in the lab repairing your submarine and those robots of Eggman’s for the museum. You rarely went to bed before 1:00 AM.”
Tails looked down at his feet. “But Mom, repairing and inventing is what I do…”
“And I don’t want you to stop,” she said, softly. “I just don’t want you to burn out doing too much. That’s partially why Sonic took you out the night when… well… you know.”
Tails blushed. “Yeah… I know…”
“Sonic got you these, just in case,” she said, bending over at the bag. Its contents were obscured by the brown paper.
Tails lifted his head, he was curious about but what she had for him. But his curiosity turned into shock when he saw what his mother pulled out.
Out of the bag came a pale-violet-and-green plastic package. The words “Comfies Ultra-Dry” were emblazoned across the rectangular bag about mid-way between the center and top of it — the very brand of diapers they get for Cream! The only difference was that they were two sizes bigger than hers.
“DIAPERS?! YOU’RE PUTTING ME IN DIAPERS?!”
“Calm down, calm down,” she said “Let me explain.” The rabbit half-expected the boy to freak out like this, but these were needed for him.
“I thought you weren’t going to punish me!” Tails complained.
“We are not punishing you,” said Vanilla, trying to level with her son. “Sonic got these just in case you wet your pants again.”
Tails was starting to get embarrassed.
Vanilla could see that the boy was troubled by the fact that he was given diapers. He probably felt like he was going to be a baby like his sister. “Miles,” said Vanilla “I don’t think you’re a baby.” She was one of the few people who had the privilege of saying Tails’ real name; she was, after all, his mother. Sonic and Cream couldn’t do that.
“But I don’t want to wear them, I don’t need them!”
“That’s right,” Vanilla said. “You don’t need them — when you’re awake. The two accidents happened when you were asleep.”
Tails covered his face with his hands and groaned.
“Doody!”
That was Cream’s voice. Something happened!
Sonic poked his head in the room, carrying his sister. Cheese was with them, looking concerned; Cream was crying her eyes out, her head on his shoulder.
“How are things going, Mom?” Sonic asked in a slightly raised voice.
“Tough,” she said. “What happened?”
“Cream was playing around in the den and fell on her butt,” he explained. “She’s not hurt, but she took a dump before it happened. I’ve gotta change her before I need a hearing aid.”
With that, they were gone.
To Vanilla’s eyes, all the crying didn’t seem to affect Tails. “Son, your sister wears diapers all the time. You just need them for when you go to bed.”
“Fine, I’ll wear them…” Tails sighed.
“It won’t be so bad,” she assured him “When morning comes around, you can change and be back in your underwear!”
Cream’s crying was starting to subside. Her change was almost finished, it seemed.
Tails nodded. He still didn’t like the idea though. He somehow had a scary feeling that what he saw with his sister right now might be him someday…