Mommies and Daddies

Little Bee: Chapter 10 “Jamie…..Jaaammmiiieee,” Nancy sang softly as she crouched on the floor next to the slumbering Little. Jamie had once again fallen out of bed, but somehow managed to keep her grip on her favorite plush friend. Nancy had already decided that she was going to have to get her a bed with some kind of bars or rails to keep her from falling out, this only further justified her position. She imagined that Jamie wouldn’t be too happy about that, but what else could be done? The raven-haired Caregiver wouldn’t budge on this one, not where her precious Little’s safety was concerned, and would put her foot down if need be. “Wake up Prin-Prin, it’s time for breakfast, we’ve got a big day ahead of us.” At the gentle sound of Nancy’s voice, Jamie begins to stir. Her first vocalizations are the unintelligible mutterings of a person being forcefully returned to wakefullness, but the idea of breakfast pierced the hazy fog that blocked access to her higher thought processes. The ever-present crinkles of her thick overnight diaper mix with her groans and yawns, and Nancy can only smile as Jamie stretches and begins the arduous task of meeting the day. Apparently, the Ginger Little was not much of a morning person. Then again, sleeping on the floor probably wasn’t the most restful sleep imaginable, and Jamie certainly needed to be well-rested for what lay in store. Well, at the very least she would be well fed, Nancy would see to that. “Good morning, my sweet,” Nancy says cheerfully as she scoops Jamie up from the floor and sits her down on the bed, patting and squeezing her nighttime diaper to assess the level of use. Finding that while quite wet, Nancy concludes that it can last through breakfast. She had an ulterior motive for delaying the morning diaper change, and she wagered she would be proven right. “I hope you like waffles.” Jamie perks up at the mention of waffles, or food in general. She could not remember the last time she started her day with anything more substantial than a toaster pastry or fruit and grain bar, such was the life of a high school student and video game streamer. The petite redhead fumbled on the nightstand for her glasses, and her world snapped into focus through the power of corrective lenses and generally gaining consciousness. “There’s waffles? Really? Is that what that smell is?” Jamie asked hopefully before looking down at the yellowed padding of her squishy diaper. “Um…can I get changed first?” she asks sheepishly, struggling to grow accustomed to what would be her new normal when waking up. “After breakfast, yeah. You’ll be fine until then, trust me, ok?” Nancy says while pulling Jamie to her feet and in for a warm hug. “There’s plenty of time, and  we don’t want those waffles getting cold, do we?” Nancy asks before planting a gentle kiss on the top of her new Little’s head. She had woken up early to prepare breakfast, and wanted Jamie’s first full day in her care to start the right way. She would bring up Jamie’s persistent falling out of bed later. For now, she just wanted to enjoy caring for the slender Little and lavishing affection and attention on her. She had waited too long, and besides, Jamie deserved it. “Let’s get your slippers on so your feet won’t get cold, ok?” Jamie thinks for a moment, and considers Nancy’s position, ultimately agreeing. She could tolerate the squishiness of her diaper if it meant she’d ALSO get some warm waffles. No one would ever be able to accuse Jamie Lynn Holbrook of not having her priorities straight, Little or not. “Yeah, ok. If you think so,” she says while nodding and stepping into her fluffy Carbuncle slippers, one of the few things she had brought from her former home, and indeed, her former life, and starts towards the hall, her toddling gait unsteady and off-balance due to the swollen thickness of her soaked padding. Nancy quickly catches up to the waddling Little, unable to believe how cute this long-awaited addition to her home was without even trying. “That’s right Prin, homemade waffles just for you,” the Caregiver says with a smile she can no longer contain. “My mom taught me how to cook, and she’s REALLY good at it, so I think you’re gonna like this. There’s maple syrup, whipped cream, juice, and toast too.” “Oh….wow, that sounds great, I could definitely get used to that,” Jamie says with a happy smile of her own, once again unable to believe her own luck at ending up in Nancy’s care. The pair descends the stairs and makes their way to the kitchen table, and Nancy ushers Jamie into the spot prepared for her. The redheaded Little suppresses a wince as she sits down with a squish, and quickly takes note of the stack of homemade waffles in the center of the table. “Whoa, you like…MADE these? Like for real? With a waffle iron and stuff?” Jamie asks, bewildered. “Well, yeah, of course I did, what did you expect?” “I dunno, frozen, I guess….maybe?” Nancy chuckles as she places the sippy cup from Dairy Queen in front of Jamie, filled with orange juice. “Well, I am happy to inform you that your days of living off of processed junk are OVER, my dear. In this house, we eat good food made with love,” Nancy says before stopping to consider what was on the menu last night. “Well, most of the time. We’re still gonna have the occasional pizza and things like that, because pizza is awesome, right?” “Yeah! It is!” Jamie chirps happily as Nancy places two waffles in front of her and adds whipped cream before drizzling warm syrup over the tasty breakfast. She then cuts up Jamie’s meal into smaller pieces, thinking that while Jamie was probably not regressed to the point where she shouldn’t handle adult cutlery, this was another of those things she had been waiting a long time to do, and was not about to let the opportunity pass her by. She could get the precious Little some utensils more suited to her later. For now, there was no sense in provoking a possible fight by making Jamie so keenly aware of her status as a Little. “Ok sweetie, dig in,” Nancy says while handing Jamie a fork. Jamie does not need to be told twice and she happily accepts the fork and starts in on the delicious waffles. Nancy can tell from the Little’s reaction that she is enjoying her breakfast, and the streaks of whipped cream occupying her cheeks are also rather telling. “Don’t forget your juice, honey” Nancy reminds Jamie as she sits down and starts in on her own breakfast, giving silent thanks to her dear mother for helping prepare her for this day. It was wonderful, seeing something as simple as a plate of waffles making Jamie so happy. As the two eat, Nancy begins to detail her plan for the day. “After we’re done eating and we get you changed and dressed, we’re going to be going to the Little’s registration office to get you all set up. You ready for that?” Nancy asks before taking a sip of her coffee. Jamie takes a drink of her juice before responding, using the extra few seconds to figure out what to say. She wasn’t ready, nor would she ever be ready to relinquish her previous life or the future that had been promised to her, only for that very same promise to turn out to be a lie. She felt almost obligated to fight it, but she knew deep in her heart, in the most private places where she seldom went, that it would be pointless. There was no stopping what was coming. Jamie’s voice is shaky and timid as she responds, opting to tell the truth. Nancy deserved that. “No,” Jamie begins, shaking her head slightly. “I’m not, I don’t think I ever could be, but…I know I have to. It’s like getting a shot or ripping off a band-aid, I just want it to be over with fast so I can forget about it. But…you’ll be there, right? You’ll be with me, so it won’t be so bad, right?” Nancy scoots her chair closer to Jamie’s and takes the new Little’s hand while giving her a reassuring smile. “That’s right baby, I’ll be right there with you, the whole way. It’s just a little paperwork, and a quick picture to put on your new ID card, and we can get out of there and be done with it. You can bring Muttley or Unicorny too if you want.” The thought of bringing her favorite plush friend had not occurred to her, but Jamie reasoned that it wouldn’t be unusual to bring along a stuffie for a little moral support to bolster what Nancy would no doubt provide. She was…ALLOWED. Allowed to be a Little. She would need to remember that as she traveled along the path fate had laid out for her. “I think I’d like that. I’m so scared, so anything that might help, you know? You…um…you said that after we register, we were gonna go to the store to get…um, stuff, right?” “That’s the plan, yeah, but if you want to maybe wait another day or two we can do it that way, if you’re not feeling up to it after we get done at the registration office,” Nancy says gently while giving Jamie’s slender hand another reassuring squeeze. “We can’t wait too long though. Once you’re registered, I’ve only got 3 days to get a carseat for you if I don’t want to get in trouble.” Jamie knew that once she registered as a Little, her stipend would be made available immediately, and could be used to pay for all the things Nancy would need to take care of her. Better to do the unpleasant stuff all at once, and just get it out of the way while she could still make reasonable decisions for herself. She would have more time to adjust if they did everything in one day. It was still early, and she imagined that they could be done shopping by the afternoon, leaving her more time to rest, adjust, and play with Chester, who was currently rubbing up against her feet and legs as she sat at the table. Man, already she loved that cat. “Um…I wanna try to do it all today like we planned. The registering, the shopping, all of it. I just want it to be over with,” Jamie says, finding a bit of courage again. Nancy nods her head, pleased with the innocent Little’s resolve. “Ok, we’ll stick to the plan, but if you change your mind, that’s ok too. Now, are you done eating, or can you finish the rest of those waffles and your juice for me?” Jamie nods her head and skewers another piece of waffle, smiling. Cleaning her plate was going to be easy, with how good Nancy’s waffles were. “Yeah, I still have room,” she says happily, eager to change the subject. “These are SO yummy, I wanna eat them ALL the time!” Jamie says happily before going back to devouring the tasty, syrup-covered prize that Nancy had so thoughtfully prepared for her. Nancy chuckles as Jamie goes back to messily eating her breakfast, and takes another sip of her coffee. “Well, I think you’d get tired of waffles if I made them ALL the time, but luckily I can make all sorts of other good things too. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, omelets, hash browns, you name it, and that’s just breakfast. I can do grilled cheese, burgers, spaghetti, lasagna, baked ham, tacos, roasts, all kinds of great stuff. I’m just glad to have someone to cook for. Then there’s what my Dad can do with a grill, it’s magic. He’s already looking forward to meeting you so he can grill something up for when we come to visit. It’s like, his favorite thing in the world.” Even though she was almost done with her breakfast, Jamie’s stomach was growling at the mere thought of all the succulent delicacies Nancy had mentioned. What Jamie did not know was that nearly all Caregivers were extremely capable when it came to culinary matters. Cooking was a time honored way to care for loved ones after all, so it was an easy pick for Caregivers to satisfy the demands of their instincts. Jamie wagered that Nancy could probably even do something good with…VEGETABLES. “Wow….you can do all that?” Jamie asks, impressed at Nancy’s culinary acumen and looking forward to experiencing her father’s talents for herself. Was she lucky or what? She had been meaning to cut down on her fast food intake anyway, so at least the timing was good. Nancy nods while she finishes her coffee. “All that and more, sweetheart. Look, what happened to you yesterday, when you didn’t have any breakfast and were barely able to make it until lunch? That will NEVER happen to you again, not while I have anything to say about it. I promise.” Jamie thinks back to the difficulties she endured the previous day as she finishes her orange juice and waffles, and gives the kindhearted, generous woman who had taken her in a grateful, yet still somewhat melancholy smile. Yesterday had started downright awful, and she could pinpoint the moment that Nancy arrived to rescue her as the exact moment things had taken a turn for the better. “Thank you Nancy, for everything you’ve done for me.” Jamie wanted to say that there was no way she would ever be able to repay the beautiful, grey-eyed Caregiver, but then she remembered the conversation she had had last night. To a Caregiver, the deed itself was payment enough. “You really are the best.” Nancy favors the redheaded cutie with a gentle, loving smile before responding. “Well, you deserve the best. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what,” she says as she rises to her feet and gives Jamie a reassuring hug before gathering the breakfast dishes and taking them to the sink. She comes back with a damp cloth which she uses to gently clean the whipped cream and syrup from Jamie’s face.“Now, how about a new diaper and some clothes, then we can get our errands out of the way? I ran those shortalls through the washer and dryer, and I’ve got more of those tall socks you seemed to like. I’m also sure I’ve got at least one t-shirt that will fit you.” Jamie rises to her feet as well, and nods her agreement. With no more waffles to distract her from the sodden padding taped around her hips, she is all too keenly aware of her squishy predicament. “Yeah, that sounds great. It’s starting to feel cold,” Jamie says while squirming and wincing. “Well, since we don’t have a proper table yet, we can try out that new changing pad and while we take care of everything, ok?” As she speaks, Nancy gently takes Jamie’s hand to provide a little extra support to the waddling Little as they climb the stairs. Jamie eager for a change, and Nancy just as eager to do the changing. As they reach the second floor landing, Jamie’s demeanor switches, suddenly becoming panicked. She gasps as she realizes that her tummy grumbling earlier wasn’t in response to a list of meals Nancy could cook for her, but instead a sign that her insides were springing to life as they often did in the mornings. She knew what was coming next, and did not particularly enjoy the realization. Much debate and discourse was had surrounding how Caregivers responded to their instinctual needs and desires as their CGL gene manifested and they went through their transition. Truly, at the most fundamental levels, Caregivers were beings driven by their instincts to care for those in need. What was spoken of less frequently, but was no less true, was that Littles were likewise beings of instinct, they just weren’t able to regulate those instincts as well. Specifically, the inability of Level 1 and 2, and sometimes Level 3 Littles to delay or exercise much control over the instinctual need to answer the call of nature. The call was answered as soon as it was heard, which of course is why so many Littles were completely reliant on diapers. So it was with Jamie, as her own instincts took control and she found herself squatting down and pushing, filling her diaper without giving it much in the way of thought or even realizing what she was doing until it was too late. As she finished, Jamie blushed a deep red as she stood back up, too shocked and horrified at what she had done to say anything. Worst of all, she had known this moment was coming, and had even joked about it with Leon in his car before he took her home from school for the final time. Still, expected did not mean welcome, and Jamie whimpered in shame at the feeling of the warm, heavy load now occupying the seat of her diaper, which now was also growing wetter, the hissing, gushing sound unmistakable. Nancy, of course, knew full well what was happening, and indeed had guessed that such a call usually came in the mornings for Jamie, as she had only had to change wet diapers since picking her up at Adoption Center 33 the previous day. The first time was always the worst as new Littles began their transition, and Jamie had just hit a rather unpleasant milestone in her own regression. Nancy was unsure of how to proceed. Should she be nonchalant, and tell Jamie it was no big deal? That seemed dismissive, and judging by the shocked reaction, it very much WAS a big deal to the whimpering Little. Nancy chooses the default response that had served her well in managing the bumps in the road she and Jamie had encountered so far.  A supportive hug seemed like the best choice here, and Nancy wrapped her arms around Jamie and began to reassure the embarrassed redheaded girl. “Shhhh…I know, I know. It’s ok sweetie, I promise you it’s ok.” Nancy further demonstrates her point by patting Jamie’s diapered bottom. “It’s ok, you’re allowed to need them, ok?” Nancy says, her voice calm and loving. Jamie sniffles and leans into the Caregiver’s embrace, struggling furiously to maintain control and not go into hysterics. “Ewwww…..” is all she can manage to say. “Yeah, I know Prin-Prin, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, you’re ok. At least we were still at home for the first one, right?” Nancy was right, of course, she always was. “Yeah…” Jamie responds meekly. “Is…is that why you w-wanted to wait to change m-me?” “Yup. I figured this was usually a morning thing for you, so, you know, no sense in changing you twice before we even leave the house, right? Plus, I wanted to make sure your waffles would still be warm.” “This really sucks,” Jamie says, her voice quivering and shaky. “Yeah, I know. Still, I’m prepared. So let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? I promise you’ll feel better, come on.” With that, Nancy takes Jamie by the hand and leads her down the hall to her own bedroom, where she had left the diaper bag containing all of the essential items she would need to salvage the redheaded Little’s morning and restore a measure of her dignity. She unfurls the changing pad on the carpeted floor, and gently lays the messy Little down in such a way so as not to further squish the contents of her overnight diaper. “Okay sugar pop, do we want to start with kitty cats or rainbows today?” Nancy asks as she retrieves the wipes and foaming spray from inside the diaper bag. Perhaps giving Jamie a measure of control, however small, will help soothe her damaged ego. “Kitty cats,” Jamie says meekly as she hides her face with her hands. “Kitty cats it is,” Nancy responds cheerfully as she unfolds and fluffs one of the adorable kitty cat printed diapers before ripping the tapes free on Jamie’s used, full diaper. Having taken care of her Caregiver friends’ Littles when called upon to do so, Nancy was no stranger to changing messy diapers. Indeed, she viewed it as practice for when she would have a Little of her own to look after, and within a few minutes she has the blushing redhead cleaned up, powdered, and expertly diapered once more. “There we are sweetheart,” Nancy says gently as she fastens the final tape on Jamie’s new diaper. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jamie at last takes her hands away from her face as she sits up, grateful for the clean, soft feel of the padding as well as Nancy’s expert, gentle care. “I…um…I guess not. I’m really sorry.” “Hey, you don’t have anything to be sorry for, ok?” the gentle Caregiver says as she helps the shy Little back to her feet. “That’s just how these things go, you know?” “Yeah, but…” Jamie begins before Nancy cuts her off. “No buts, except for your cute little bum,” Nancy says as she gives Jamie a few loving pats on her padded behind. “I told you before, you’re allowed to be a Little, and you’re allowed to need diapers, ok? It’s not something you have to apologize for or feel guilty for, and I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it until you believe it.” Realizing that Nancy was right, and most likely wasn’t going to entertain any sort of dissension on this matter, Jamie decides that it isn’t a hill worth dying on and lets the matter go. Besides, she had begun to sort of enjoy the cushy softness and feelings of protection and security that came with a nice new diaper. She wondered if it was part of her regression, or just an extremely well-kept secret that only Littles knew. She decided on the second, more mischievous path of enjoying her secret knowledge. “Ok then, have a seat on the bed, please,” Nancy says after disposing of the dirty diaper and washing her hands. She then opens her closet and digs into the stash of Little clothing she had accrued in preparation for this. “Now, you seemed to like those thigh high socks, so I’m sure you’ll be glad to know that I have a whole bunch, sound good?” Jamie nods as she hops up on Nancy’s bed, noting how soft and comfortable it felt. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Nancy produces another pair of the same long socks Jamie had worn yesterday, only in purple and lavender horizontal stripes. She also picks a lavender colored t-shirt with a sunflower on the chest, much to Jamie’s delight. “Ok honey, your shortalls and bra are still in the dryer, so we’ll get your socks on, do your hair, then head downstairs to complete your fit for today. Deal?” Nancy states as she begins to run the long socks up Jamie’s slender legs. “Yeah, deal,” Jamie chirps happily, already recovering from the embarrassment of her messy accident. After getting Jamie’s socks on, Nancy produces a hair brush from the diaper bag and begins to gently brush the overnight tangles from Jamie’s beautiful red hair. Nancy reveled in the act, and without even asking began to braid the Little’s hair into what was, in Nancy’s mind, her signature hairstyle. Jamie did not protest, even though she was confident she’d never regress to a point where she couldn’t braid her own hair. She had begun to catch on that Nancy had spent years aching for a chance to care for a Little all her own, and was not about to repay the Caregiver’s kindness and supportive, loving treatment of her by fussing. Both of them had earned this. While Nancy worked on Jamie’s hair, the conversation turns to what Jamie’s preferences are for things like snacks. Nancy planned to keep a few small containers of dry snacks in the diaper bag in case Jamie needed a little boost between meals if they were out and about, and wanted to know what sorts of things she should keep around. Jamie lists a few things, and her selections are nothing if not typical. Animal and Goldfish crackers, trail mix, fruit and grain bars, things of that nature. All solid choices, and available in a wide enough variety that Jamie wouldn’t get tired of them if Nancy rotated her snack supply. As she winds the last hair tie into place, Nancy again pats Jamie's diapered tush to signal that it is time to move. “Okay Prin-Prin, all done. Can you grab your shoes from the guest room and meet me at the stairs, and we’ll get the rest of your clothes together and head out, ok?” Nancy says, wagering that if she gave Jamie a small task to handle independently, it would help Jamie’s mood to further recover from the earlier low point. Nancy wins the bet as Jamie hops down off the bed and nods happily. Of course she could retrieve her shoes, she was still a responsible Big Girl after all. In fact, Nancy NEEDED Jamie to perform this errand, because the lovely Caregiver had forgotten to mention something else of vital importance. Nancy was lucky Jamie was around to help her remember these things. “Yeah, I can do that. I’m gonna bring Muttley too. You said I could, but you forgot to mention him.” “Silly me, you’re right! Of course we will need to bring Muttley with us, how could I forget?" Nancy says with a smile as she restocks the diaper bag and rolls up the changing mat, placing it inside the bag along with what she imagined would become Jamie’s standard allotment of six diapers, wipes, powder, the foaming spray, and a few empty plastic bags to aid in disposal. There was still plenty of room for containers of snacks, bottles, juice, and even a spare set of clothes, because Littles would be Littles, Nancy figured. The raven-haired Caregiver slings the diaper bag over her shoulder, and exits her bedroom. Chester would more than likely be taking up residence on the bed after she and Jamie departed, which was fortunate. Nancy loved to joke with Chester by thanking him for keeping her bed from floating away. She makes her way down the hallway, and finds Jamie dutifully waiting for her by the stairs, her shoes in one hand, and the ever-important Muttley in the other. “Ok, all set I see.  Good job getting your shoes and Muttley. Let’s go to the basement and get your shortalls out of the dryer and on to you, then we’ll be good to go, yeah?” Jamie nods and grins and Nancy’s praise, and starts down the stairs all by herself, a symphony of crisp, dry crinkles accompanying each step. “Ok!” the Little says cheerfully. Nancy allows Jamie to lead the way, smiling at how easy it was to make the petite Ginger happy. A little affection, a full tummy, and a clean diaper was all it took and she was on top of the world. Jamie truly did ask for so little, such a shame that she was so unaccustomed to receiving it. A little respect went a long way after all. Jamie bops and hops down the two sets of stairs, and locates Nancy’s washer and dryer easily due to there being nothing else of note in Nancy’s basement to begin with. Nancy opens the dryer and extracts the shortalls from yesterday as well as Jamie’s bra. Jamie seems surprised to see the adult lingerie again, but then realizes that the parts of her that required such things were still in their place, and not going anywhere. One little shred of adulthood she would be able to retain. It was a start. “You wanna do this by yourself, or do you want some help?” Nancy asks, keenly aware of Jamie’s shyness over being seen bare-chested the night before. She would think that changing a messy diaper would dispel such hang ups, but people were funny like that. Littles and teenagers moreso. “I can do it,” Jamie says gratefully as she takes her bra and turns around, then removes her pink t-shirt before donning the grown-up article of clothing. Before she can turn around, Nancy extends her arm over Jamie’s shoulder and into her field of view with the new lavender t-shirt in her hand. Jamie takes the offered garment and quickly puts it on, grateful for the chance to enjoy some independence. She turns around to face the kindhearted woman caring for her and smiles. “All done,” she says, proud of still being able to dress herself, even if only partially. “Good job, Prin-Prin,” Nancy praises as she holds out the shortalls for Jamie to step in to. Jamie complies with Nancy’s unspoken request, and soon Nancy pulls up the shortalls over Jamie’s diaper and fastens the shoulder straps, adjusting them for a perfect fit. Not too loose, and not too tight. She then kneels down and helps Jamie put on her shoes, and ties them before standing up, marveling at how adorable Jamie looked. Once again, she acknowledges that her father was right, she was powerless to resist Jamie’s cuteness. “All right, anything else before we get in the car and head for the registration office?” Nancy asks as she clips one of Jamie’s pacifiers to the collar of her shirt. “No, I can’t think of anything else,” Jamie says before stopping and thinking for a moment. “Well, there was one thing, actually…” the shy Little says, trailing off. “What is it, sugar pop?” Nancy asks, her curiosity piqued. “I can tell it’s something you’re a little embarrassed about. Remember, you don’t have to be shy or self-conscious with me, never with me.” “I know…it’s just….um…well…diaper checks…” Jamie says meekly. “What about them?” “Well, I know you’ll have to check my diapers while we’re out, and, you know, I’m not saying I don’t want you to, because I know I’m going to need changed away from home, but…can we, you know, keep it secret?” Jamie says, blushing. Ah, there it was. Jamie was worried that Nancy would drop her shortalls or lift her skirt in front of God and everyone else to check her diaper wherever she stood, and didn’t want to suffer that humiliation. Even if it was obvious that she was a Little was therefore back in diapers. It was a sensible concern, as most Littles tended to desperately hold on to whatever dignity they could manage. Nancy was also elated at Jamie’s use of the word “home.” She had already begun to think of Nancy’s house as home, and that pleased the grey-eyed Caregiver immensely. Sensible, but also utterly unnecessary. Some Caregivers gave next to no thought about their Little’s modesty, and sometimes a Little regressed far enough that they no longer cared. Here though, at the beginning, and with a potentially higher level Little, such concerns were valid, and never far from their minds. Nancy had no desire to expose and humiliate Jamie for her newfound diaper dependence, and would have no problem at all addressing the petite redhead’s worries. “Ah, you just want me to be discreet, is that it?” Nancy asks, prompting Jamie to respond with an eager nod. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure we can think of something.” Nancy crouches down in front of Jamie before continuing. “How about if, when I want to check your diaper, I give your hand a few squeezes? Then we can see if there is somewhere a little more private we can go to take care of it. Does that sound good?” Jamie smiles happily and nods. She wasn’t expecting a completely wordless method to convey that it was time for a diaper check, but she figured that was as good as it could possibly get. Nancy was so smart. “Yeah, that sounds great!” Jamie says cheerfully. Nancy favors Jamie with a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek as she rises to her feet. “Then it’s settled. Now, I want you to remember that that goes both ways. If your diaper starts to feel icky or you have something you want to tell me in private, you can squeeze my hand a few times and I’ll try to find somewhere private where we can talk, ok? It’ll be like our own, secret signal.” This just kept getting better and better! Jamie once again couldn’t believe how blessed she was to find herself in Nancy’s care. She nodded her head excitedly, then pamped and crinkled her way to the stairs and began to ascend. “Oh, there was one other thing I wanted to ask you about,” Jamie states. “What is it, princess?” “When we go clothes shopping, would it be ok if I got, um…a hat?” Nancy was at first taken aback by Jamie’s simple request, then she bitterly remembered the kind of life she had just escaped. The agent at the Adoption Center had also said that Jamie might ask if it was ok for her to have things that Nancy would find trivial. Well, that part of their assessment was spot-on at least. “A hat? Is that all? Of course you can get a hat, as many as you want, baby girl. What kind of hat would you like?” “Well, I was thinking of getting a baseball cap. Like, a red one. Would that be ok?” The thought of Jamie, with her freckles, glasses, and her hair in braids, wearing a baseball cap and her tall socks, with her shortalls and telltale diaper bulge was almost enough to make Nancy’s nose bleed from the sheer overload of cuteness. Of course she would help make that precious vision a reality. She also deduced that being able to pull down the brim of her cap would satisfy Jamie’s all-too frequent urges to hide, which would probably end up being useful if she were feeling overwhelmed. “A baseball cap, huh? That’s no problem, sugar pop. No problem at all. We’ll find you a really great hat, I promise.” “Yes!” Jamie says to herself as they exit Nancy’s house and make their way towards her car. As before, the gentle Caregiver allows the new Little to ride in the front seat, both as a way to be able to keep an eye on her and provide reassurance if needed, and as a way to let Jamie enjoy what little time she had left for such things. Nancy had decided that once Jamie was registered and they had obtained all the things that she needed to take care of her, that starting tomorrow she would begin to fully treat her as the Little she was rapidly becoming. There was no sense, however, in informing Jamie that these were her last few hours of being a teenager on the cusp of adulthood. That path was now closed off to her, and Jamie knew it. However, it would be cruel to force her to admit the obvious. After securing the redheaded cutie in the passenger seat, Nancy quickly drops the diaper bag in the back seat before taking her own position in the driver’s seat and starting the engine. “Okay sweetie, let’s do this,” Nancy says as she pulls out of the driveway, her heart fluttering as she drove towards the future she so desperately wanted for herself and the precious Little, to make it all official.  

This looks really interesting, how did you secure the dental floss? I imagine if there's any on the outside it could irritate the urethra? I'm guessing you could have the floss on one of the narrower sections perhaps.  Id definitely like to give one of these a go. 

There are definitely some ABDL females in the world, but they tend to get treated like crap online, so they are less likely to self-identify in places like this, is my general sense. 

Last year I discovered that Duluth Trading Company has overalls and shortalls in a variety of colors and patterns. I got 2 solid pairs (green and purple) and 2 floral print pairs. I've worn overalls on and off since high school (they were cool in the 90s, and are apparently back in fashion now though they never really disappeared) and now I've embraced the "eccentric elementary school art teacher" vibe so no one really bats an eye when I wear them in crazy colors or prints. Today I'm wearing the green ones over a striped tee with my rainbow Converse sneakers and feeling very much like a little kid. 

Last week, I had a day where I pooped 3 times.  Unfortunately, the first was when I was just about to get showered and had already taken off my night diaper (no time to enjoy it anyway). The other 2 were at while I was at work.  But, the 3rd time would have been a severe blowout risk - so maybe a good thing that wasn't in my pants.   The combination of all 3 would have been epic though!