Wrong is Wrong (A Diaper Dimension Story)

[enigma_66 12]

Well,

After reading a few of the other diaper dimension stories my head started working, and because of a few things in each of them, I came up with this.  I hope you like it.  I'm just trying not to ruin Princess Potty Pants' universe.  If you like it, let me know, but you may want to take a look at http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/48955-chasing-emily/ and http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/49209-the-promise-a-diaper-dimension-story-l-3-the-runs-297/

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I lay there staring at the mobile, its stars and other cartoonish characters spinning slowly, with their annoying smiles.  I couldn’t help, but feel like they were taunting me and my precarious position. The mobile’s harmonious melody was eating away at my mind.  The tune was enjoyable as being waterboarded, and no matter how badly I tried there was no escaping my plush prison.

I could only look through the bars of my crib, at my surroundings.  The nightlight’s pale glow was just bright enough to make the rest of my new home visible at this early hour.  It was a toddler’s dream. Everything from the rocking horse, doll house, a rocking chair, and of course the changing table.  I tried to take a deep breath, and had forgotten the pacifier gag strapped in my mouth. 

My bottom had begun to itch, thanks to the spanking I had received a few hours earlier, and in response I stood up.  The flannel onesie I had been dressed in had become warm and I was beginning to become clammy.  I hated everything about my situation, and hated the couple that had “adopted” me even more.  The pig tails the amazonian hag had put my long blonde hair in were pulled too tight and my scalp had begun to hurt.

Worse of all, I could hear someone walking around outside the door of my “nursery”.  That’s when she walked through the door.  Closer, and closer she came, “Naomi, baby, why are you awake?” She asked extending her arms.

“Naomi, wake up! You’re having the nightmare again…” Jameson exclaimed, shaking my arm.

I shot up with a startled yelp.  I was covered in a cold sweat, sheets damp and clammy.  My pillow case looked as though it had been used to dry the dishes after a three course meal.

“Are you okay Naomi? It looked worse than usual.” He asked, sincerely concerned.

I gave a faint nod, “Yeah… It just seems so real…”

Jameson gave me a troubled look, and I gave a slight smile in response.  While Jameson was leaving he looked back, “You sure you don’t want me to stay a while?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” It was the only response I could muster. I was still shaking from the nightmare, and I didn’t want him to see me break down if it were going to happen.  The last thing I wanted was a “Big” seeing me, a “Little” start bawling like a child, if it were to happen.  Without a word, he left.

“Get out of my head god dammit!” I mumbled to myself, with my hands clutching my temples.

Then, I set to the task of changing the sheets for the third time in a week.  If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I was wetting the bed, as soaked as the sheets were. “God, I didn’t know you could sweat that much.” I whispered to no one in particular.

I knew I was done sleeping for…. I don’t know…. A decade, so I decided I’d take a shower, and begin the day.  It was only 4:00AM, but I wasn’t taking the chance of having that dream again.  I grabbed some clothes, and hopped in the shower.  I have to admit, it kind of sucks living in an apartment setup for a Big, when you’re small.  I pulled my step stool from the corner up to the shower and stepped my feet into the shower.  Jameson had helped me by adjusting a detachable shower head to fit my compact stature.  The handles were at face height for me, so reaching the shower head wasn’t an option.  I turned the water on, and quickly washed my hair, and body.  I slowly took my time to enjoy the feel of the cool water washing through shoulder length hair, down my petite breasts, and finally down my legs.  I massaged my hair with the conditioner, slowly.  I could still feel the tight pig tails pulling on my scalp.  I rubbed the soap on my body, from my shoulders, down past my chest, to my stomach, and ending at my legs.  The onesie still in my mind, constricting and hot.  I finished with rinsing, and turned the knobs to put an end to the flow of water.

I utilized my step stool once more to exit the confines of the shower, and dried myself.  Once again I needed my stool; this time to elevate me to the height of our sink and mirror.  I looked at my face, seeing the reflection of 28 year old woman, not the toddler that so many of the monsters in the streets see.  My blue eyes glistened with hope, yet, tears of the fear I feel every time I leave the sanctuary of my residence.  The uncertainty of what could happen to me by simply walking out that door is a horror in its own sense.  Some see us as trophies, and the slight hint of freckling on my face some would say, makes me look “cute”.  I hate that word with a burning passion.  “This has got to stop…”  I proclaimed to myself.

I brushed my hair, and my teeth, stepped down, and put the stool in its proper place.  I dressed in a simple pair of shorts and top, leaving my hair hang loose.  Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed my step stool and stepped to counter height.  I grabbed the remote on the counter and turned on the usual morning news. It was five minutes until 5:00AM.  It was a few minutes before it would even start, but it would just give me some time to start the coffee.  Jameson was an early riser, so he probably won’t be too long as it is.

I had to lean against the counter to reach the coffee maker, and filters. “Damn it Jameson, you clean freak.”  He always cleaned and pushed things back against the wall, making it nearly impossible for me to reach them.

“Hey now… I’d clean less, if you’d do a bit yourself.  Then you could have stuff right where you want it…”  I heard from behind me.

I looked back to see Jameson with a smirk on his face.  “Hey, it’s not like I’m sitting on butt, doing nothing, okay?” I retorted.

Jameson came over to the counter, and moved the coffee maker within arm’s reach.  He knew I’d be less than fun to deal with, if he tried to take over.  Once I was able to reach everything, I made quick work of the coffee, and it was brewing.  He had gone to brush his teeth, and do his morning routine, and by the time he was back I had two cups poured.  I allowed him to carry mine along with his, while I climbed into my seat at the kitchen table.  It was pretty easy to guess which one was mine, based on the booster in it.

The news started, and a male newscaster started, “Our top story of the morning, CAMOL gets its day in front of Congress.  Back after this commercial break.”

Jameson and I took a sip of our coffee, and looked at each other.  We didn’t talk, no words needed to be said.

The news came back a short time later.  The newscaster started again, “CAMOL, also known as Citizens Against the Mistreatment of Littles, is getting their day in front of Congress.  The group has been credited for the movement to stop the public from lending a hand to the less fortunate.  Specifically, that of what the general public refers to as “Littles”.  CAMOL has made it apparent their stance on what they have referred to as “abduction” or “slavery”.  In recent polls this movement has been shown to have caught a bit of traction in just about every area, but is still far below the general consensus.  For more on what the public thinks let’s go to Kelly Lewis downtown, who has been talking to a few people, Kelly…”  The screen faded to an amazon woman, standing next to a fountain.

“Thanks Ryan, I’ve talked to quite a few people this morning and I have to say, opinions are all over the board.  Some have told me, they think it’s time for a change, others have said they believe this is absurd.” She stopped and the camera panned to the right.  Kelly was standing next to another amazon like woman holding the hand of a Little.  The woman looked like your prototypical soccer mom, and was wearing a loose fitting, floral pattern sundress.   The Little was a man wearing denim shortalls with a cartoon puppy on the front, a pacifier clipped to the pocket, Velcro shoes, and had a very obvious diaper bulge.

“Ma’am, what do you think about this new movement?”  Kelly questioned.

“I’m offended beyond words!  Jackie is my life,” she stated clutching the man, picking the man up and sticking the pacifier in his mouth, “I would never do anything to hurt him.  He’s such a happy boy, how could they say he’s my slave?  Aren’t you Jackie, you’re my happy boy.” She asked rhetorically.  The man was as red as a beet, but said nothing.  “Jackie, why don’t you tell them what you think?” his “mommy” encouraged. He sniffled, shook his head vigorously, and buried his head into her shoulder.  “Uh-oh, I’m sorry, it smells like someone needs a change.” The lady said, and Kelly thanked her for talking to her. 

“Goodbye Jackie.” Kelly waved as she said it.  “Back to you, Ryan.”

“Thank you Kelly, and thank you Jackie.  The meeting with Congress will be taking place tomorrow afternoon at 3:00PM.  The organizer of the group, Naomi Reynolds will be standing in front of the floor to discuss her stance, as well as, how she feels it should be approached.  As a side note, Naomi Reynolds is a Little.  Does that change her stance is the question. Up next, weather with Michael Phillips.”  The newscaster spoke with an arrogant smile.

“How does the fact that I’m a Little mean diddly squat, you jerk wad!?” I yelled at the screen.  “Wrong is wrong!”

“Did you see that poor guy, Jameson? Did you?” I asked rhetorically.  “Look at what they did to him.  You want to know why I have nightmares?  That’s why.  That was me.  Those sick bastards did that to me. I was stuck like that for six months.  Six months…. Six months of my life…” I fell to my knees as tears rolled down my face.

[ausdpr 52]

Hah, awesome, it is truly the golden age of diaper dimension stories, and you all do it so well.

Funnily enough, I'm a few hours away from publishing a story as part of a larger commercial pack, which has a few mentions of groups fighting against little's rights.

[SGTbaby 9]

I love it do far! And I am even more excited that Ausdpr will be releasing another story soon! The idea of littles rights seems very interesting. I look forward to reading this as it continues. I do admit though I would also love to see a story of a male in the diaper dimension...hmm maybe I should write that one. But I digress...great job so far please keep writing!

[ausdpr 52]

I love it do far! And I am even more excited that Ausdpr will be releasing another story soon! The idea of littles rights seems very interesting. I look forward to reading this as it continues. I do admit though I would also love to see a story of a male in the diaper dimension...hmm maybe I should write that one. But I digress...great job so far please keep writing!

It is a commercial story which might dampen some people's enthusiasm, but it is just released. Part of a larger pack of art, commissions, etc. It also has two stories by Princess Pottypants who created the diaper dimension, so it has that going for it.

[huntercd76 0]

I can't wait to hear more of this story.

[enigma_66 12]

I appreciate all of the kind words. It's been quite some time since I've attempted writing again. I have some ideas that I believe some of you will believe to be very entertaining, and will try to get updates up on regular basis, but I'm also a firm believer in quality over quantity. 

I just hope that it doesn't go too slow for some of you. I want people to understand Naomi and what drives her just as much as I want there to be any diaper content. 

Feel free to comment on anything in my story.

Edited 31 Jul 2015 by enigma_66

[ausdpr 52]

Hey ya'll, I just created some fan art inspired by this story, using different characters so as to not intrude. I can't seem to embed it in the forum anymore, but you can find it here: http://spankalot-erotica.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/sketch-interview-in-diaper-dimension.html

[Sarah Penguin 48]

Fun start

[dmavn 12]

Still wish I could walk through a portal to that dimension. 

[ausdpr 52]

Indeed...

 

edit: Coloured that fan art too, in the weirdest laziest way possible.

[enigma_66 12]

I couldn’t breathe.  All that went through my head were the memories of what the evil bitch had done to me.  The diapers, the bottles, the pacifiers that were strapped into my mouth; how she would put me in the rompers, and parade me around town.  She knew she could do whatever she wanted, and no one would try to stop her.  Worse yet, they all supported it.  I stayed idle, on my knees, wiping the tears from my eyes when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Naomi, you never have to worry about something like that again.  I promise my life on it.”  Jameson uttered supportively, his hand still on my shoulder.

“We’ve got to stop this Jameson. No one should be used like some kind of pet.  That’s all these monsters are doing.” I replied placing my hand on his in response.

“C’mon, why don’t you explain what happened.  I’m here for you… Thick or thin, and wipe those tears.  The Naomi Reynolds I know faces obstacles head on… No fear…”  Jameson recommended while helping me up.

I wiped the tears again, and then my running nose.  I looked at him, and he was giving me a small smile and a slight nod.  I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted to reminisce about something I’d been trying to forget for the last four years of my life, but Jameson was my best friend.  “Okay…”

“You know, just like everyone else, it’s kind of unheard of to hire a Little for a decent job anymore.  Well, I found a marketing firm that not only was willing to interview me, but they weren’t embarrassed by the prospect of having Littles work for them.  I had been talking to them for a couple of weeks, and I was too excited to describe with words; I hadn’t believed I could have a real job, not since I was still in elementary school.

After the phone interviews, they told me they’d like to have me come into their office for an interview, face-to-face.  I can remember crying because I was so happy.  When the day came I did the usual routine before I left, you know check the street for Bigs and questionable cars, but everything was good.  A cab took me over to the office, and I did the interview.  The craziest thing was, there were Bigs, Littles, and Inbetweeners all working together, as equals.  There were Littles supervising Bigs and vice versa.  I knew right away that this was where I wanted to work the rest of my life.

When I was in the interview itself, it was a Big named Randall and a Little named Michelle that ran the company together.  They interviewed me for over an hour, but it didn’t even seem like an interview.  They just talked to me, never felt like I was being interrogated, never really felt like an interview at all, to tell you the truth.”

I could feel myself beginning to smile.

“I was offered the job two days later.  I’ve never been so happy.  I was on a perpetual high.  Randall and Michelle, the rest of the team, they were everything they had seemed like they were during the interview.

With my position, I didn’t deal with many… well, any clients face-to-face.  It was through e-mail or phone.   Two years after I started Randall called me into his office and had a new prospect.  They were a construction firm and they had been growing quicker than he’d ever seen.  He wanted me to “Make it happen”.  I did my research, and found out about the company.  A man named Matthew Edwards started the company, made it what it was, and then he unfortunately lost the battle with cancer.  That left the company to his wife, Rebecca.

It took me a month, but I finally got in touch with Rebecca, and she told me she was willing to discuss what we may have to offer, but only in person.  It wasn’t the first time I’d had someone say that, obviously, and we had people specifically for going into the field.  I told her I could have a representative meet with her, and that’s when she said she would only work with me, and only face-to-face.

I have to admit I was stupid…  Arrogant...  Working at the firm for two years, and having all of us work together had had some effect on judgment.  I wasn’t really all that nervous to meet with her.  Randall and Michelle both advised against it, but I just said they were being over precautious, and I’d be fine.  Randall and Michelle had become more than just my bosses in that two year, and I guess I was being like a teen that refused to listen to their parent.  Anyway, I agreed to meet with Rebecca that Friday, which was two days later.  I spent two days listening to Michelle and Randall asking me to rescind my offer to meet with her.  It fell upon deaf ears.

The morning of the meeting I went to work just like any other day, and got myself ready by making sure I had all of the necessary paperwork because I “knew” I was going to knock it out of the park and make a huge sale.  She even sent me a limo to take me to the meeting.  I was excited, nervous, and scared all at the same time, but most of all, determined to make the sale.

The driver took me to their headquarters and dropped me off.  He opened the door, and said “Good luck, Honey”.  I just shrugged it off; I wasn’t going to let it annoy me today.  I signed in at their front desk and waited… And waited… I sat there for an hour, with the ladies at the desk smiling at me, Bigs walking by and giving me looks while they passed, and wondering what the hell was going on.

Finally, I heard a man say, “Naomi Reynolds, Ms. Edwards is ready to see you.” I turned around to see a Big black man holding the elevator for me.  The guy looked like he could lift a car, he was huge.  I grabbed my bags and computer and entered the elevator. 

“Ms. Edwards is very excited to meet you Little Miss.” He commented while looking down at me.

“Good to hear.  I’m looking forward to showing her what we have to offer her.  Please, it’s Naomi.”  I replied a bit agitated.  It’s not just now.  I’ve never been very good with the derogatory size comments.  The elevator stopped and I exited quickly.

 “Good luck Little Miss.”  He said, almost sarcastically, as the doors closed.

I looked back, and couldn’t help but shake my head.  Her office was the only one on this floor, and the assistant was waiting right by the elevator.  She looked to be in her mid-fifties or a bit older, with graying hair in a bun.  She was a bit plump, without being fat.  She reminded me of the model nanny, to tell you the truth.

The more I tell you, the more I wish I could go back and say… “Duh…” 

“Hello sweetie, my name is Francine.  I’m Ms. Edwards’ assistant.  She’ll be with you in one moment.”  She patronized, while bending down to take my bags.

“It’s Naomi Reynolds, and I’ve got the bags.  Don’t worry about it.”  I retorted, with attitude this time. I backed away few steps leaned against the wall.  I was starting to get perturbed with Rebecca’s staff, to say the least.

“Of course it is…” Was Francine’s reply, with a condescending smile.

The gargantuan doors at the end of the room opened up and there was a beautiful Amazonian woman smiling at me.  Her beauty was truly hypnotizing.  She had shoulder length brunette hair, an absolutely flawless complexion, and her body… God, she looked like she should be in a fashion magazine.  I hated her for the way she looked.  At least then it was just jealousy.

“Naomi… Hello, how are you doing?” Rebecca asked in a chipper tone.  “Was the ride over acceptable?  I hope so.  I hope my staff treated you well…  Francine, bring me some coffee, and how about some water Naomi?  Yes, she’ll take a water.”  She kept going, while grabbing my hand, and essentially dragging me into her office, closing the door behind us.

“Actually, the ride was… The staff…  A water, um…”  I couldn’t get a word in edge wise.

She led me over to where her desk was sitting, and pointed to the seat on the chair facing it.  She had already positioned a step for me, so I would be able to get up to it.  The chair was alone, and it was huge.  Now that I think about it probably did it on purpose.  As large as it was, even using the step I needed to hop a bit to sit in it.  It was made of leather, and I tried to sit at the edge, but found myself sliding to the back and the edge would be half way down my calves.

She told me she’d like us to get to know each other a bit before my presentation so we sat and talked. Nothing in particular.  She told me about her childhood, her husband, and the cancer.  I told her, well, there wasn’t much to tell her.  Family lives a few states away.  My work is my life.  I’d been there for two years, etc.

Francine brought my water, and Rebecca’s coffee in about ten minutes after we started our meeting.  Francine whispered something in Rebecca’s ear, and left.  Rebecca gave me the okay to start my presentation.  I literally had to scoot out of the chair to get back on the floor.  I pulled all of the statistics I had printed out while doing my research and gave them to her to look at while doing the presentation.  I had a slideshow on my laptop that I used with my portable projector and she acted like she was really interested.  She was giving me that smile and that nod, that as a salesman you’re looking to get.  I thought I had her hooked.  At the end I went back to my seat and asked if she had any questions…  That’s when she did it…

“That was so cute honey.  Sweetie, did you do that all by yourself?” She questioned with a patronizing smile.

My mouth was as dry as the Mojave.  I couldn’t talk.  I grabbed my water, and took a large gulp.  “Excuse me?”

“That was wonderful Darling.  It was almost like an adult, and you should be proud.”  She responded.

“What are you talking about lady?  I’m twenty-eight years old, and just as much an adult as you.  Don’t talk down to me because you are taller.  What the hell is wrong with you?”  I could feel myself shaking.  I didn’t know if it was from fear or anger.  Why hadn’t I listened to Randall and Michelle?

“You sure don’t look twenty-eight, and Honey, you shouldn’t talk to adults that way.  Maybe you should come live with me, so I can teach you some manners.  A beautiful little girl like that should have better manners.”  She hit the intercom on her desk and told Francine to get Reggie to escort me home.

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If it seems like this is going too slow I guess I just want to make sure that the min character is understood, and I have other reasons that will be made apparent in future updates.

[Lil_Eevee 13]

I like the pacing a lot  not too fast and not unbearingly slow, can't wait for more <3 

[ausdpr 52]

Yeah I like it, it's got an excellent blend of pacing, character exploration, and excitement. Don't forget it never has to be perfect, it's a fun ride either way.

[Sarah Penguin 48]

uh-oh.

[enigma_66 12]

It's great to see everyone enjoying the story. Ausdpr, the art was wonderful. I'll just try to keep it enjoyable for everyone, and the updates coming regularly. 

[SGTbaby 9]

Sounds great so far! I like the changes of present and yet background to the past. Going great!

[diaperpt 158]

Not going to slow at all, I don't think. The detail and flashback is good. I'm looking forward to more. I love these diaper dimension stories more and more - your writing moves that feeling forward for me.

[enigma_66 12]

I know this is short, but I wanted to give an update. I'm still writing tonight and might add more,but wanted to give an update of some sort.

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I couldn’t believe the situation I was in; I was going to become some crazy lady’s toy!  I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but most of all I wanted to attack Rebecca for thinking she could do this to me.  I thought she looked at me, as an equal doing business.  How could I have been so naïve?

I heard the massive doors open, and there was Francine with a smug grin gesturing for me to follow her.  I stayed firmly planted in my place.  There was no way I was going to let them take me anywhere.  That’s when Reggie, the massive black man lumbering toward me.  I had never felt fear like I felt at that moment.  I was afraid he may hurt me if I fought back, but I couldn’t let them take me.

He reached for my hand and I slapped it away.  He did this a few times, and you would expect it to anger him, but his composure never changed.  Instead, he decided to pick me up as you would a young child.  My chest against his shoulder, legs around his mid-section.  I tried with all my might to kick and punch, but he was just too strong.

Jameson, I just don’t understand these fiends. They claim they care about us, and all they do is hurt us... The only thing these sick bastards care about is watching us suffer… Are they truly that oblivious to it, or are they that vindictive…  Do they really know what love is?

“Please Little Miss, stop.  I don’t want to hurt you.”  Reggie said flatly.  He didn’t say it in a way that was trying to scare me.  His expression never wavered, not once the entire time he carried me.  This time he was taking me to separate elevator; I found out it was Rebecca’s personal elevator to her part of the garage.  Reggie held me in his hulking grasp the entire descent.   

Once we reached the bottom and the elevator doors opened Reggie asked me if I would be willing to walk, or if it would be necessary to carry me, and my response was a look in the other direction. 

How could I answer him?  I knew what these people were planning to do to me.  I was going to be Rebecca’s plaything.  He wanted me to walk to what was in essence my death sentence, or at least it was in my mind. I had started to tear up, and I wouldn’t let them see it.  I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.  I decided being on my feet was the only way I would have any chance of slipping from his hand so I nodded.

“Please don’t try anything Little Miss.”  Reggie requested, calmly.

“Listen you ape! My name is Naomi Reynolds; I’m twenty-eight years old, I’ve got a master’s degree, and I work for a marketing firm, so quit calling me Little Miss!”  I retorted, with fire in my eyes. “All of you are sick, and one day you’re going to get what you have coming to you, I promise.”

“I’m sorry, Naomi.  I mean no disrespect.”  Reggie replied sincerely.

“You mean no disrespect?  You’re helping Satan’s Bride abduct me… How do you mean no disrespect, you jerk? I fired back.

Reggie didn’t respond; only lead me to a brand new Cadillac.  He opened the back door, where there was a child’s safety seat waiting for me.

“Please.” Reggie gestured, allowing me to climb in on my own.  I had the urge to run, but being in the garage, no clue where to run; I knew it would be fruitless, so I climbed in.  Reggie buckled me in, “I truly am sorry, Miss.”

I just glared at him, as he closed the door.  He approached the driver, and told him to take me to Rebecca’s home.  As we left I saw a look on Reggie’s face that resembled anguish.

[Sarah Penguin 48]

Thanks for the update!

[enigma_66 12]

I got the second half of this update done, so here it is.

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Thankfully, the driver didn’t try to make any type of conversation.  I looked at my feet most of the ride; too embarrassed, or scared to do anything else.  My hands kept busy fidgeting with the buckle on the child seat.  It was almost as embarrassing to think I couldn’t unlock a stupid child seat, but as flustered as I was at the time I don’t know if I could have spelled my own name.

After what seemed like an hour, we pulled up to a large iron gate, surrounding a home, better described as a mansion.  The driver paged someone inside and the gate opened.  We proceeded up a long cobblestone drive, and around the house.  We stopped below a stone walk way leading to a stone patio that reminded me of something out of Cinderella. 

That’s when I noticed who was proceeding down the walk way… Francine…  My face was so flushed I must have looked like a cherry.  My heart had finally slowed a bit during the drive, and now it was racing so fast I felt like it was going to fly out of my chest.  The driver hadn’t let me out of the car, so I presumed I was going to be waiting for her, and with every step she came closer, the sicker I felt.

She rounded the car and opened my door. “Hello Sweetie, and welcome home!” She was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.  “You’re gonna love it here Baby.  There are so many fun toys.  Let me get you out of your car seat, and I’ll show you your new room.”  She began unbuckling the car seat, and she was still going on about this and that childish thing until I heard… “Your mommy wants you in a diaper before she gets home.”

I felt the blood drain from my face in an instant.  I’m not stupid, and knew it was coming, but I had still prayed it wouldn’t.  It’s one thing to think it might happen, and completely different to know you’re doomed to it.

Francine had finished unbuckling my current prison and grabbed me under the arms. She lifted me to her side, as a mother would her child.  I had no choice with Reggie, but I wasn’t going to endure this from a crazy witch like Francine.

“Put me on the ground, before you regret it, you psychotic hag!” I all but yelled directly in her ear.

“Wow, someone’s grouchy today,” she replied condescendingly while setting me down, “and little girl do not talk to me like that, or you are going to be one sorry baby.”

“Listen, Grandma Smuckers, I’m in no way a baby, toddler, or child.  I’ve got a damn master’s degree and work for a marketing firm.  What the hell is wrong with you sick freaks.”

Again my words fell upon deaf ears.

“Looks like a time out for you.”  Was her only response, with a little shake of her head.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the house.  I fought with everything I had, but it was to no avail.  We entered the main doors, into a main foyer, and the inside was just as beautiful as you’d imagine.  Marble floors, oak wood working, paintings that I couldn’t afford with a year’s pay.  I probably would have been in awe, if I wasn’t fighting to keep my status as an adult.  She dragged me up another flight of stairs. 

She pointed at a door, “That’s where your mommy sleeps, and…” She opened a door, “this is your room.  Isn’t it wonderful Honey?”  The same condescending tone.

I was somewhere between throwing up, crying, screaming, and passing out.  The room was the model baby girl nursery.  Pink walls with multi-colored flowers and cartoon characters on the walls; white, plush carpeting with stuffed animals stacked in one corner.  There was a doll house in another corner, and it was as tall as I was.  The room had the rocking chair, rocking horse and baby bouncer, too.

That god damned baby bouncer… I hated that with a burning passion.

That’s when she thought it was important to show me my crib.  She told me it was going to be nice to be rid of the adult bed, and my stuffed friends will love sleeping with me.  She pointed out the changing table and told me I was really lucky, because I had the choice between cloth, and disposable diapers…  I was supposed to be happy about that. I truly hate that woman. 

After the pain of the tour she lead me to a stool in the corner.  “This is your time out corner; now sit with your nose in the corner.”  She said matter-of-factly pointing at the stool.  “I’ll come get you when I think you’ve had enough time to think.  Then we’ll get you ready for Mommy to get home…”

[Sarah Penguin 48]

*hugs and waves* more fun!

[ausdpr 52]

A brutal kind of fun.

[SGTbaby 9]

More more more!! This is great!

[enigma_66 12]

I just wanted to let people know the next addition is probably going to take a while to write. It's very important that I get it right. I have to admit I'm not really happy with my last addition after reading it again, and I don't want that to happen again. 

[ausdpr 52]

You can always change it! I'd happily read it again.