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  1. "Yes little Levi, you just tell me your Mommy and Daddy's names so I can look them up in the phone book and call them to come and collect you." I said pulling the towel off your head and draping it over a radiator. "In the meantime you can stay Herr for a little while and we can have lots of fun!" I exclaimed. "...but first would you like some juice to drink?"
  2. Motoko folded her arms and glowered sulkily from behind them. She didn't like being told what to do. Being put into a nappy by her partner was utterly humiliating for her, she was unable to stop herself from blushing as she felt her bottom being lifted and then prepped with scented wipes and perfumed powder. The nappy itself was like no other undergarment she had ever worn. It was pleasantly soft but its cushioning padding was like having a pillow between her legs. It was of an extremely high cut as well. She could feel the padding pressing snuggly against not just her bum but her lower back as well and of course looking down at her practically naked self she could see the front panel of the nappy was covering the bottom of her tummy. It msde her feel very little.
  3. "I'm trying to help you get dry because your soaking wet from playing outside and you're dripping all over my carpets, silly billy." I answered reasonably. I didn't want to think about muddy shoes. I should have asked you to take those straight off but of course the shock of finding a boy on my doorstep dressed as a baby girl had been quite enough to cause a lapse in sensibility.
  4. Motoko raised an eyebrow at Batou's self reference as 'Daddy'. She had slept with dominant men before whom during intimate acts had termed themselves as 'Daddy' but here Motoko sensed it was being used in quite a different context. 'Oh no' Thought Motoko from the swaddling of her cocooning towel as she recognised the baby powder and the package of nappies Batou had purchased earlier. He was obviously serious about actually using them. Motoko felt she ought to defend herself.
  5. "I can call your parents for you to let them know where you are." I chided subtly.
  6. Motoko was in shock. Was she going to wet herself frequently or was it just a one time thing? She hadn't felt the need to go but maybe she had been distracted. Batou whisked of her dress, under shirt, panties and stockings with only a little flailing protest from the Major. She was then set down naked in some shallow warm water. The bathtub seemed enormous, she couldn't see over the rim whilst sitting on her bottom and she would have to crawl over to the far end of the tub if she wanted to reach its wall. Warm, slightly soapy water was washed over her and she immediately felt less sticky and gross. The sensation of bathing would actually have been enjoyable if it hadn't been for the humiliation of not being allowed to do it by herself.
  7. I turned the volume knob of her radio all the way down until she felt it catch against the internal mechanism. It emitted a quiet 'doink' sound, signifying that it was now turned off. I typically enjoyed background noise as I worked from home but I was growing frustrated with my slow progress which piqued to annoyance as I felt like I'd listened to the same song six times already. In the quiet of my small studio space I became aware of the gentle 'pitter patter' of rain against the window pane. It rose to a drumming tempo. 'TAP TAP TAP', heavier percussion peeled above the din, the sound of my door being struck. I saved my document and rose to answer the door. I wasn't expecting post, I hoped it wouldn't be a salesperson. I was startled to find it was a kid dressed in pajamas, or...? (I wasn't a tall woman but I didn't expect a toddler to be so big.) I made a deduction, not a kid, a small man dressed as a little girl. If the guy hadn't been nervous and cute in a puppyish way I probably would have been freaked out but I guessing this guy wasn't some perve, he was on the receiving end of a prank. It was intriguing, I wanted to play. So I played dumbed and pretended that all I saw at my door was a helpless little girl. "Hello." I smiled welcomingly. "Sweetie are you lost? Why don't you come inside and we can see if we can call your parents." I invited the stranger in, standing aside of the threshold. "What's your name sweetie? Do you know your telephone or house number?"
  8. Motoko had resented being patronised, it was a scathing reminder of her new found reality. She did not want to go anywhere else, not in the body of a little kid. Once they had returned to Batou's home Motoko secluded herself with the web device, she was not at all interested in the other purchases, least of all the crinkly plastic wrapped packages. The device wasn't really what anyone would call a computer, it was a toy. The console had big red plastic buttons in the shape of numbers. Motoko tested one of these keys and as she had expected a tinny electronic voice announced "seven" through the speaker perforations.
  9. As they pushed Jake during his go on the swing, Jane wondered away from the swing set and crouched down on her haunches by the garden wall. When she came back over to the swing set Levi was helping Jake out from the large locking seat. "My go now!" Jane chirped but Jake barred her with a hand. "No." He said sternly, "you're messy and it'll make it worse." "I wanna swing!" Jane demanded stropily, stamping a plimpsoled foot against the play tar with a soft "thwap." "No." Said Jake again who wrinkled his nose at the idea of swinging in a messy diaper. He felt like he was an older sibling, Jane didn't realise she wasn't going to like sitting down in her own mess. Leticia arrived to defuse the situation. She had be periodically watching them from inside the play hall and knew that Jane had pooped in her diaper. Leticia took the adult baby girl by the hand. "Come on Boys, time to go inside." Leticia called over her shoulder. "Levi, do you need your diaper changed too?"
  10. The dressing room mirror was the first opportunity Motoko had to see herself in just her socks and panties. Her chest was as flat as an ironing board. This bothered her a signifier of lost maturity, although of course all her other features had also become soft and girly. Instinctively she tracked the movements of her own reflection, visual confirmation that this humiliating situation was truely happening. She was monotonously dressed and undressed in the outfits they had brought into the changing room. Batou's massive cramped frame enveloping her in the confined space made her feel as small as she looked. Motoko's answer was helpful but delivered pointedly. "Hair grips. A child sized tooth brush, a second pair of shoes, a rain coat and any electronic device which allows child permitted cyborg/web interface." There was that itch again, the puppet master swimming beneath her skin.
  11. Jane giggled along enthusiastically and was intent on liking Levi because he was someone who had promised to play with her later. Jack was a little more reserved
  12. As the nappies and accompanying products entered the cart, Motoko felt glad that she was facing away from the basket. She hoped she wouldn't need them but she had no firm indication that this was to be expected. Motoko appreciated the freedom of choice but it was evident that clothes shopping for small children normally remained the hands of grownups not the children themselves. She could deduce this from the fact she was too short to look at the racks properly. In fact she couldn't reach the hangers to take things off, they were at adult height. "This isn't working." She told Batou as she toddled over to him from her brief excursion. "You pull things out and I'll choose what I like." There were a lot of rejects with Motoko's system and she could tell her friend was getting annoyed. Although surprisingly she did like one of the dresses, a bright red sailor dress with broad white stripes, it was extremely fetching and satisfied Motoko's womanly sense for seeking a clothing bargain. When it seemed like they were going through the same sets of clothes again Motoko had to give in and go with some of Batou's suggestions. It meant she would be getting trousers with flowery patterns appliqu
  13. "Dollies!" Jane answered almost instantly, spluttering out her pacifier. "I don't think Levi wants to play with dolls." Jack answered. "There's loads of fun stuff. There are adult sized baby walkers and push cars you can scoot around in. There is a cool water tray with floating boats and water gates. There is an indoor climbing frame with a slide and swings. You could watch a film or do colouring but usually the caretakers encourage us to do that in the evening anyway. And there is other stuff. What do you want to do?"
  14. Motoko nodded forlornly but a part of her acknowledged it would be extremely ungrateful of her not to accept the gifts of someone trying to help her. And besides, she didn't have a credit card any more, she was reliant. Sitting it the cart was an odd perspective, she instinctively wanted to look behind herself rather than at Batou pushing the trolly but she did have to admit they were moving a lot faster now he didn't have to wait on her little steps. Her legs dangled through the leg holes in the trolly mesh, she felt like she was quite high off the floor. Motoko had never married or had children, she seldom even interacted with the children of her friends though she wasn't unkind to them. She was not familiar with the nappy isle but she didn't have to be, almost every package had a smiling infant advertising the contents within. Motoko was trained not to panic but she could feel the anxiety bubbling beneath her efforts not to look completely dismayed. She was going to have to wear nappies. Not incontinence briefs but actual nappies for real babies. Of course, she supposed she was a real baby, it wasn't that uncommon for 5 year olds to still be having toileting trouble and it fact it was a certainly with juvenile cyborgs.
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