2011

Aino could have had her phone in a pocket of her winter coat so I don’t think it is that much of a continuity error as you stated, not enough of an issue to worry about.

Prediction: Psycho isn't even in Mom & Dad's thoughts anymore - they're seeing a network of people willing and able to help, and she isn't in that list anymore.  So she's going to push harder into blackmail in an effort to reinsert herself. 

When Ana asked what kind of plans Camilla had, Camilla was trying to get Emily to latch on to a bottle thankfully a bit of a hard slap on her padded bottom made the girl yelp and then we start to suckle, "There we go that's a good girl and regarding the plans Ana that's a secret don't want to spoil them for my little fairy here." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Madison was already skipping off into the dining room eager to show her mommies and little sisters her unicorn shoes, meanwhile Becca was already getting Madison's diaper bag ready filling it with some spare pull-ups and a few diapers just in case. as well as the girl's pacifier and a few water bottles.

I suppose for those who see me at work might think I’m gay because I’m very fem at work in my dressing, I use makeup and wear feminine clothes. I don’t consider myself gay, I really do like women, was married for 35 years, but I love being girly and have I experimented with guys yes. I do like fem guys especially young ones but all in all I don’t consider myself gay, I’m just me but I suppose I would fit the profile 

39 Visions of Motherhood Sitting around the kitchen table Evelyn Diapre and Rachel Harrington sipped their lattes and shared their visions for motherhood while their friend Susan Gerberlino, the only experienced mother of the three, changed the soggy diaper of a petite girl she thought was an Amazon toddler in her daughters nursery.  Rachel and Evelyn had both wanted a family but had also put there professional careers ahead on their own list of priorities. Rachel was the younger of the two, still in her mid thirties while Evelyn had five years on her. Their professional careers had been kind to them, they were both financially well off and until recently both missing the same thing, a baby to call their own. “How many months are you now,” Evelyn asked heavily pregnant Rachel sitting opposite her at the kitchen table. Rachel Harrington smiled. “Twenty four, three more months to go and my baby girl will be here. It’s been a long wait, those earth littles don’t know how lucky they have it with a nine month gestation period vs our twenty seven months.  The longer gestation period wasn’t lost on Evelyn. “And then they get them potty training and are done with daytime diapers after four or five years while we are still changing diapers 24x7 twelve to fifteen  years later!” Glancing toward the sound of footsteps Evelyn smiled at the sight of little Heather wearing clothes that belonged to Susan’s toddler daughter. “And don’t you look like a little cutie in that outfit Auntie Susie has found for you.” Turning in her kitchen chair Rachel gasped when she saw the girl toddling toward the kitchen in a pair of pink gingham cotton shorts bulging with the obvious bulk of a washable cotton diaper. She had seen the same shorts before on Susan’s daughter, pink textured cotton, breathable and lightweight, perfect for wearing over a cotton diaper and plastic baby pants. Soft and stretchy, they screamed “baby’s first summer shorts” doing nothing to hide the padding of the diaper pinned around the girl’s skinny waist or the pink plastic baby pants peeking out of the elastic waistband. The soft baby pink top completed the look, cap sleeves, a scalloped hem and a glittery motif across the chest that looked like it belonged in a toddlers wardrobe. ‘Here comes Trouble’ it announced as the diapered little waddled into the kitchen. “Open wide sweetie” Susan Gerberlino said looking down at the girl, her eyes focussed like a hawk hunting its prey as she reached for the pink pacifier swinging from Heather’s t-shirt and held it in front of the girl’s sealed lips. When she refused to take it Susan knelt next to her and whispered in her ear “If you carry on like this you can expect a bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush… is that what you want?” Rachel couldn’t hear what had been said but the girl’s eyes were suddenly as big as saucers and she has opened her lips letting the pacifier slide between them. “Good girl… see its much easier when you do as you are are told… Auntie Susie won’t be giving you any more warnings little one.” Heather baulked, she didn’t need a pacifier, then changed her mind when Susan reminded her of the hairbrush sitting on the change table in the nursery. “Is that what you want? A bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush.” In the nursery Auntie Susie had said the pacifier was for “Just in case”, now she understood what that meant. ‘Just in case she said something that would get her in trouble.’ She nodded, opened her lips and let the silicone nipple of the pacifier fill her mouth. “Good Girl,” Susan praised her before giving the pacifier two gentle taps to reaffirm her meaning. “Ok Cutie, that stays in until I tell you it can come out… Capiche?”  Capiche, what the hell did that mean? It wasn’t a word in Heather’s vocabulary, she had grown up in California away from the Italian influence of the East Coast. Sure there was pizza in Cali, you could even get Hawaiian pizza that had bacon with pineapple toppings, but in NYC no self respecting Italian pizzeria would even consider adding pineapple to a pizza. “Caappaaeewe? She questioned Susan with a blank look, struggling to get the word out with the pacifier filing her mouth. Laughter filled the room as all three woman were amused by a diapered toddler trying to pronounce an Italian word when it was also apparent that she had no idea what it actually meant. “OMG that face filled with a pacifier and her pronunciation is priceless” Rachel chuckled. You better explain what it means Susan”. Kneeling next to the girl Susan took her by the arm and looked her in the eye. “The word is Capiche Babygirl, CA PI CHE, it means do you understand, or have you got that?” Tapping the pacifier with her index finger Susan repeated herself. “That paci stays in your naughty little mouth until I tell you it can come out… Capiche?”  Watching the girl as she processed the information was like watching like watching a fly trying to escape from a spiders web. At first she did nothing, then she padded up and down on the spot causing the baby pants under her shorts to rustle like she was wearing a plastic grocery bag. When that produced no response she looked at Evelyn who simply laughed before giving up any form of resistance and trying to pronounce the word again. “Caapaasee…”  It wasn’t correct but it was close enough, “Ok Bambina, come on over to the ladies, we didn’t expect you this afternoon but your timing is perfect. Auntie Rachel has come over to learn how to fold diapers and pin them on a baby. My little one is visiting her Nana with her Dad and sisters so you get to be the model.” While that announcement horrified Heather the image of a toddler girl looking back at her in the full length kitchen mirror that looked like a two year old frightened her even more. A diaper puffed beneath the waistband of her shorts, a crinkle teasing the edge of every movement and pink plastic baby pants peeked out at the waist and through the legs and the matching t-shirt left her tummy exposed. “One more thing” Susan said reaching for pair of pink woollen baby mittens then slipping them over her hands. “I know how much trouble little hands can be so these will keep you out of trouble.”  Heather baulked, she didn’t need baby mittens, but Susan already had them over her hands and the laces secured around her wrists. “Just in case” Susan repeated. She didn’t know what that was supposed to mean but the idea of the hairbrush paying her a visit was still fresh in her mind. She nodded, even as she began to tear up from the humiliation of it all. “Good Girl,” Susan praised her before lifting her up and laying her on the kitchen table. “It will be easier for you with the baby up here Rachel, she won’t fall off with all thee of us here to watch her.” “Ok Cutie, lets get these shorts off and you can let Auntie Rachel have a go at folding diapees and pinning them on the baby.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   Escaping the facility in a laundry cart had been easy, it was only when she peeked out of the laundry sack that had been dumped along with  a heap other laundry sacks that Sarah realised her problem. The carpark was fully fenced with a security guard at the gate and two workers were examining each of the laundry sacks before loading them into a nearby van. “Continental Laundry” the signage announced, ‘Sheets, Towels, Uniforms, Baby Diapers - leave the hard work to us’.  The van was her way out but the workers were in the way. “Hey Brenda, it’s break time, do ya wanna join me for a coffee in the cafeteria, we can come back and finish this lot after that.” Maybe today was her lucky day, a break, would that give her enough time? “Sure thing Cathy,” the young woman wearing a uniform smock with the same logo as the laundry van replied. CHIRP. CHIRP. The headlights flashed on the laundry van as the two woman walked away oblivious to the fact that an escaping Little was hiding in one of the laundry sacks still to be inspected.  The coast was now clear but her transport denied. Sarah knew the window would be small and she wasn’t going to waste it. Close by the perimeter fence stood with a border of low trees and scrubby gardens. That would have to do until she found a better option. Wriggling out of the laundry sack she made a run for it across the empty dock-way toward the scrub as an alarm sounded inside the building.  “What’s that all about” the Laundry Van driver asked the guard who had been inspecting the laundry bags as they made their way to the cafeteria. “Lost Little, happens most days, usually from the Daycare facility to be found somewhere else inside the wider facility four or five hours later… it’s nothing to worry about. We haven’t had one escape the facility in years… how do you like your coffee.” “Double shot Expresso for me… my day has only started and Ive got six or seven daycares to collect diapers from before heading back to the laundry downtown to wash and dry them.”  Whoop Whoop, Whoop Whoop, Whoop Whoop, Whoop Whoop. The alarm kept sounding until it stopped as suddenly as it had started. Sarah had made it to the low scrub without being seen and now lay flat on her tummy, her heart pounding like it was trying to escape from her chest as blood pulsed through her brain like her head was going to explode. She had made it, but what now? The sun was at its full height, the scrub afforded her some cover but the pink t-shirt and white leggings she had taken were more akin to hi viz clothing than camouflage.  Twenty minutes later her pulse had returned to normal. The laundry worker and guard were back checking laundry bags, the van had been unloaded again, each bags contents dumped onto the loading dock and inspected individually. Crib sheets, towels, baby bibs covered in green, yellow and orange stains of puréed baby food and diapers, more diapers than she could count. “Hey.. what’s this,” the Laundry Worker exclaiming after picking up a laundry bag from the pile that had not yet been inspected and dumped it out onto the loading dock. From amongst the pile of wet and dirty diapers she retrieved a plastic tag, the same sort of tags hospitals used for patients that snapped on around a wrist or ankle.  Reaching for her ankle Sarah felt for the name tag that had been clipped around it that morning while she was being bottle fed by the woman who had wanted to adopt her. Nothing… bare skin… no tag… it was gone. OMG she panicked, I’m done for. Her brain wanted to run, her body was rooted to the spot, her bladder sphincter failed her miserably as her world caved in. Would the two Amazon’s work out that the name tag belonged to the lost little and why it was in a laundry bag of wet and dirty diapers? Examining the pink tag Brenda chuckled, “Sarah Maree DIAPRE, cute name.” Turning it over she confirmed what the pink color told her. “NEWBORN, nope can’t be the lost little, newborns aren’t even crawling yet, all they can do is pee and poop their diapers… that explains why it was in a bag of dirty diapers… it must have come off when she was being changed in the nursery.” “Whew,” Heather let out a sigh of relief. She was off the hook for now. It was a close call, way to close for comfort and she still needed to get out of the fenced carpark. One thing was certain in her mind, she would need to bide her time and look for a way out past the security gate, or if she was lucky a hole in the wire mesh fence that she could slip through.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   The afternoon had been a nightmare for Heather, now she rode in the stroller she had arrived in that same morning across the near empty carpark of the County Jail visitation facility pleased that it was over for now. Eventually Evelyn Diapre had brought her back, diapered, wet and worn out at four thirty that afternoon. Fifteen minutes later she found herself back with the Emergency Fostermom, being pushed as she sat up in a lay flat pram wearing a dry diaper and the same sleep n play she had arrived in that morning. Alongside the pram walked the kindergartener daughter of the Amazon who had abducted her from the Burger Lion five days ago. She didn’t look happy and wasn’t saying much, but after all she had endured today she wanted to be as far away from this place as possible.  The minivan that belonged to the Emergency Fostermon was close now, parked next to a grassy area covered in low scrub. That was when she heard a voice that caused her to panic, “Amanda”. “Amanda Featherstone… its been a while…” The pram slowed as Amanda looked over to another woman who was waving to her and walking in their direction. “Do you remember me?” Amanda didn’t immediately recognise the woman but Heather did causing her pulse to race. Amanda slowedh, her heels click clacking on the pavement in a slow march as she racked her brain. The voice was familiar but not the woman, who was she? “Do we know each other,” she asked ignoring the fidgeting little in the pram. “Susan Diapre… well its Diapre now… but it used to be Pannolini… we went to the same college back on the Island.”  Pannolini… Pannolini… the name wasn’t familiar, college seemed life a lifetime ago. She had married and raised three kids of her own since then. Who was the woman? She was well dressed and carrying a bulging diaper bag that looked out of place. What did she want? It had been a long day and she had two grumpy kiddos that she needed to get home, feed, changed and settled for the night.  “Development and Wellbeing… we were on the same college programme… my thesis was on matriosis and yours was on Cognitive Growth… when did you move out here…” The penny dropped for Amanda, a much younger version of the woman now standing alongside the pram came to mind. “Oh .. oh .. yes.. yes… I remember... when we had to present our dissertations you paraded the three littles that had been your study subjects around the Orals Board in diapers and potty training pants and threatened them until they did as your thesis concluded. It was quite a show if I remember remember correctly, no one else had anything that came close.” Three littles… diapers and potty training pants… a thesis… a show… matriosis what ever that was? It sounded bad… something Heather wanted no part of and now the overpowering woman who had terrorised her afternoon was back… standing next to her transport… the pram that contained her… pretending she hadn’t spent the afternoon terrorising her. “Right after college, I met my husband and we hit it off straightaway.” Eyeballing Heather in the pram and the girl walking alongside it Evelyn Diapre smiled like a hyena on the prowl. “Oh… my… two in diapers at the same time… what a little cutie this one is…. And It won’t be long before her toddler sister is a big girl.” Amanda smiled back, “oh… we had our kids young, our three have flown the coup already… I’m an emergency fostermom for the County… the older one’s Mom is on remand and its unknown who the baby belongs to… I’m expecting they will be adopted separately before the end of next week… and what about you… looks like that diaper bag is about to burst at the seams.” The conversation was the last thing Heather wanted to hear… what Evelyn said next almost caused her to have a heart attack. “I’ve been approved to adopt a little who’s currently in the facility, Sarah is a real cutie, she is going to make a perfect newborn.”  Heather felt her heart miss a few beats, Sarah… her friend from this morning… approved to adopt… and the woman was intending to regress Sarah to a newborn. This place was fucking crazy. “I’m also hoping to get an older sister for her at the same time who’s past the newborn phase but still a crawler or even a toddler, perhaps this little cutie could fit the bill?” “Good luck with that Evie, she sure is a cutie I agree. I’d love to keep her myself but we are moving back to the island in a couple of months and she won’t be able to leave the mainland. I’f you are interested in her the Agency is downtown, Adopted Angels, I’m sure they would love to see you.” “Oh… thanks Amanda, thats much appreciated, I will call past tomorrow and see if she is still available.” Amanda had things to do. Tousling the mop of hair on Diane’s daughter’s head she made an excuse to finish the conversation. Evie hadn’t been a close friend at college, while it was a surprise to meet her again after so many years she now needed to get moving. “Nice to meet you again after so long Evie, but I better get moving. The baby needs to be fed, changed and put to bed, this one is no doubt also hungry and won’t be far away from dreamland after her big day.” Glancing at the small girl who standing on her own two feet still struggled to see into the pram an evil grin spread across Evelyn’s face. That fact wasn’t unnoticed by Heather as her bladder again betrayed her and warmth spread through the thirsty padding around her bottom. Taking a closer look Evelyn confirmed her suspicions, the white plastic backing of a disposable diaper was peeking out of the waistband of the older girl’s shorts. She looked to be a kindergartener but she was still in diapers, how old was she, perhaps she could be the toddler sister for Baby Sarah to complete the nuclear family that infertility had deprived her of. Was she still in diapers full-time or had she just been diapered for the outing? There was only one way to find out. “You must be busy with two in diapers at the same time Amanda, I’m going to need some tips!” “It’s all about routine Evie, a second one isn’t a lot more work, and once they are older you don’t need to change them every-time a diaper is a little wet like a newborn with super sensitive skin. How long are you in town for?” Running into an her old college classmate had been fortuitous Evelyn mused. It had created an opportunity to be exploited. “It has been a pleasant surprise Amanda, I’m in town for the week, if it works for you we should catch up for a coffee date… I can come to you if that’s easier with the two little ones and you can let me in on your Mommy secrets.” “Sure thing Evie, come on over tomorrow morning around ten if that works for you, 1213 Pampers Drive… that’s in the Clark area… the next suburb over from Kimberley.”  OMG Heather thought, she had hoped the afternoon had been a one off torture, now the woman that had inflicted it was ingratiating herself into the life of the woman the Police had left her with temporarily. As the pram rolled forward her heart sank, she had thought the nightmare afternoon was over but it had just begun, as sure as the planet revolved around the centre of its own solar system Evelyn Diapee would rise along with tomorrow mornings sun. Less than a minute later the pram stopped moving, the minivan was alongside with its side door now fully open. At least the day was coming to an end, she would have to deal with what ever was served up in the morning. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   The shoulder straps had been pulled tight holding her back in the carseat. Heather had already tried to get her right side shoulder out from under the strap and free but the harness clip secured across her sternum prevented any shoulder movement. Moving to the five point harness buckle that sat over her tummy she tried to release it when a scurrying noise like a small animal in the bushes next to where the van was parked got her attention. A petite girl, smaller than herself was hiding behind a low tree and looking directly at her. Taken by surprise she focussed her gaze, a pink t-shirt with ruffled cap sleeves, white leggings, a padded bottom, matching leather sandals, she looked familiar, then it dawned on her, Sarah. Sarah had escaped the facility and had been hiding all afternoon amongst the bushes in the fenced carpark. She needed a way out. Beckoning to her furiously Heather wanted to call her name but instead put her finger to her lips. Silence was the order of the day, that much Sarah had also worked out as she scurried across the small patch of bare grass then with difficulty climbed up and in through the open side door of the minivan while the Amazon woman collapsed the pram Heather had been riding in and loaded it into the cargo area. “OK Little Miss, let’s get you in a carseat then head for home” the Amazon fostermom said to Diane’s daughter.   The day was done, Amanda slid the side door closed, checked it had locked then climbed into the drivers seat. Hiding under a blanket on the floor between the two rows of seats Sarah made herself as small as possible. The van was moving, slow and deliberate, then it stopped. Voices could be heard, a man asking questions, a woman responding, muffled. After being so close to escaping the facility she needed to know what was happening. Was it all going to end or was she going to make it out? Then it hit her, a scent that had been following her around all afternoon. Now it was much stronger, overwhelming, threatening to knock her out. She hadn’t pooped so why was it following her? Making a air-gap in the baby blanket that covered her she took a deep breath of cool air, thank god for small mercies she though as the security guard at the gate continued to question the woman who was driving.  “So just the two little ones then, both in carseats and a diaper bag on the floor. I still need to check the cargo area, please release the tailgate then the side door.” CLICK, the tailgate released and opened automatically. From her carseat Heather had no idea what was happening but from under the baby blanket next to the diaper bag Sarah felt her pulse quicken as the guard inspected the cargo area. “All good back here Mamm,” he announced closing the tailgate before moving onto the side door. Shrrr…. The side door of the minivan slid open on its roller track, Heather and her playmate both strapped in carseats felt the change in humidity immediately as the air conditioned passenger space was overwhelmed by the oppressive heat of the afternoon. “Well Hello… two little cuties in their carseats and a diaper bag just like Mommy said… but… eweh…” The scent of a poopy diaper was too much for the young guard and he steeped back. “It’s pretty ripe back here Mamm, just as well you have air conditioning in this vehicle.” Closing the door he raised the security barrier and the van departed.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   The afternoon sun was in her eyes, Amanda focussed on driving not noticing the baby blanket on the floor loose its bulk as Sarah slipped out of it. The scent of a dirty diaper was worse now, still following her. Why became immediately obvious,her leggings and t-shirt were both poop stained from where she had hidden in the laundry bag to escape the facility. Reaching for the diaper bag she found a solution, a clean sundress, toddler style but it would have to do. Stripping off the soiled top and leggings she discovered her next problem, the training pants were soaked and would have to go. Reaching back into the diaper bag she found a clean pair, soft stretchy cotton padded lining with a lemon outer cover in crinkly plastic. They would have to do, anything was better than want she was currently wearing.  From her carseat Heather watched her new friend transform from a kindergartener to a toddler, the potty training pants peeking out from under the short sundress with rocking horses emblazoned across the hem. It amazed her how different clothes made Sarah look much younger, no wonder everyone thought she was still a baby in this god forsaken dimension. Her own situation wasn’t much better, the padded straps of the carseat harness effectively containing her. The two amazon sized carseats took up most of the second row and were larger than anything she had ever seen back on earth. They were designed for amazon babies through to the kindergartener phase with high padded sides, thick shoulder straps and strong buckles. To make matters worse Amanda Featherstone had adjusted the harness twice and checked the buckle again before shutting the van door, she needed to stop wasting her time on things she couldn’t control. Heather shifted her hips. The padding pressed awkwardly against the diaper between her legs while the cushioned head rest kept her looking ahead. They were pink and charcoal, colors manufacturers used when they wanted something to look practical for busy Moms.  Heather shifted and the diaper shifted with her crinkling with every little movement. She was diapered and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Amanda had checked her diaper when collecting her from the facility, it had already been a little damp but she hadn’t noticed. That was forty minutes ago, right after the Diapre woman had dropped her back. That had been the high point of the afternoon, especially considering the entire day had been one step back towards infancy after another. The Diapre woman had been delighted with the way the afternoon had panned out, letting her girlfriend and her neighbour play house as if she was still a baby that had never been been potty trained. Her grin signalling the satisfaction she got from seeing Heather regressed to a diapered toddler. “Much better.” She had said, catching her chin as she wet the thirsty prefold diaper that had been snugly pinned around her hips then leaving her to stew in the soggy cotton for over an hour while she drank coffee and swapped baby-care stories.  When she was finally lifted her from the playpen Heather hadn’t thought anything of it at the time. She was thinking about it now. Mostly because she was in another soggy diaper that was irritating the diaper rash she had from being left in the wet prefold that had stewed from her body heat inside a pair of plastic pull-on baby pants for far too long. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   The minivan was inside a double garage, its side door open. “Eewww, its defiantly a bit ripe back here,”Amanda exclaimed as she lifted Heather from the carseat, released her travelling companion from the second carseat then slung the diaper bag over her shoulder. “Has baby done a poopy in her diapee?” she questioned as the scent followed her into the house. With the garage quiet Sarah made her move, she had no idea where she was and would have to keep a low profile if she was going to get any information out of Heather. For now though she needed sustenance. Quietly she padded into the house through the adjoining door where the older girl was sitting on the floor in the living room with a sippy cup of juice and a snack box. The she saw it, on the coffee table, a bottle of milk, clearly just removed from the refrigerator as it still had condensation on the outside. Gingerly she stepped forward, her thirst driving her to drink. One step, two steps, three steps, five then ten… reaching the low coffee table she grabbed the bottle before slinking back behind the sofa as heavy footsteps approached from the end of the house. “Becky honey… I need to check your pants… the baby was wet but not poopy,” the Amazon woman carrying Heather demanded as she walked into the room and deposited Heather in a large wooden playpen that Sarah had not seen earlier. It sat to one side of the sitting room in front of a floor to ceiling plate glass window which looked out over an ocean view. The view was mesmerising, in different circumstances she could have looked at it all day. The playpen on the other hand was threatening. It had vertical wooden bars taller then she was, made of wood it had been designed for an Amazon baby or a toddler, it would easily imprison her if she ended up on the wrong side of its bars. She would need to be careful. With her heart rate rapidly increasing Sarah hid behind the sofa, peeking out as her friend Heather looked directly at her through the wooden bars of what could only be described as a baby jail. “Mmmm, I’m losing my mind…” Amanda said out loud to herself. “I’m sure I left a bottle of formula out on the coffee table for the baby when I got Becky a juice…” Turning she made her way through the kitchen to the refrigerator, opened the door and did a stock take. “One, two three bottles of baby formula… mmmm… I made six this morning, took two in the diaper bag on the visitation so there should still be one in here.” Where did I put that fourth bottle she mused, plucking another from the fridge before heating it in the microwave.  DING the microwave announced it had finished heating the bottle. Heather watched with trepidation from the playpen as Amanda walked back in and handed her the warm bottle. “Here you go Baby.”  From behind the sofa Sarah watched as her new friend Heather slipped the milky nipple between her quivering lips and began to nurse the bottle. “Ok Becky Boo, lets check your diapee, someone in here has made a present for Mommy Amanda and it wasn’t the baby.”  Amanda’s hands steadied Becky’s hips before her fingers slipped inside the waistband of the diaper. “Ready,’ she muttered, beginning the diaper check. “Let’s see what Is hiding in here shall we.” Slipping two fingers beneath the pink elastic waistband in the small of Becky’s back she tugging the diaper away just enough for a peek down inside before smoothing it back against her warm skin. Then she moved to the front. “Oh, honeybunch,”  Amanda exclaimed with muted excitement while squeezing the squishy front of the plastic underwear. “You’re diapee is wet.” Reaching our she took the girl’s small hand. “Come on, Little Miss Potty Pants. Let’s get you into some dry pants.”  Heather found herself trapped behind the wooden bars of the playpen. She lay on her tummy on a soft play-mat, it had a stiff plastic waterproof cover in a nursery style print. Wooden letter blocks, baby bottles, diaper pins, rattles and pacifiers, the accruements of babyhood. Exhausted from the stress of the afternoons events she looked up as her pudgy arms and short legs involuntarily twitched with nervous energy. The Emergency Foster-mom was talking to Diane’s daughter again. “Can you be a grownup big sister and keep the baby amused with this rattle while I get her pram out of the  minivan, once that’s done you can help me give her a bath and get her ready for nite nite” What… no way… there was no way Heather wanted the girl she had befriended at the Burger Lion to now be helping a woman who she had been handed off to by the Police to bathe her then get her ready for bed… that meant changing her pants… the girl had been diapered for the visitation to see her Mom and was still wearing a diaper of her own. That was batshit crazy… but this whole dimension was crazy… so crazy she wished she had never taken the opportunity of a free trip… her work colleagues had warned her that it sounded too good to be true and now she was paying the price for her ignorance. “Good girl… I can see you are going to be a big help looking after your baby sister, aren’t you.” It was a rhetorical question, Heather knew that, it was obvious but the syntax was lost on the girl who the woman was treating as if she was her kindergartener sister. The girl nodded, unaware of the complexity in the question, then made a two syllable reply in the affirmative “ah ha.”  Pushing up with her hands… chest just clear of the squishy plastic play mat that lined the bottom of the playpen Heather tried to roll over but lacked the strength to do so. Her whole body felt like a rag doll, she tired quickly, her arms collapsing as she face planted the soft play-mat, the thick disposable diaper between her legs not helping her cause instead announcing her struggles the waterproof plastic back-sheet crinkling with  every movement. OMG, how long will this go on for she wondered, what has happened to me? Why don’t I have any body strength?  As Heather pondered her situation the afternoon replayed in her head like a video tape being rewound. Being diapered and wheeled around in a stroller and made to fill her pants in public by the Diapre woman. Being changed by her friend who treated her as if she was an Amazon toddler, pinning a thick prefold cotton diaper around her bottom, covering it with old school pink pull on plastic baby pants, feeding her baby food in a highchair then making her wet the diaper while she pleaded her case from behind the bars of a playpen. It had been a nightmare, one she had been keen to wake up from when eventually Evelyn Diapee decided she needed to be changed into a fresh disposable before being returned to the County Jail Daycare facility. “Right lets see what’s in here,” Amanda Featherstone announced as she hoisted the diaper bag up from the floor and sat it on the kitchen bench. “Neither of you two little stinkers had a dirty diaper so that poopy smell must be coming from something in your diapee bag.” One by one she emptied its contents onto the bench, describing each item in an orderly fashion. “One empty bottle, The baby’s pacifier - oh I love this white paci wth its pink bunny rabbit design, baby powder - almost empty we will need more of that before another trio out of the house, one 8oz tube of maximum strength diaper paste - all Mommies know this is what is needed to treat, heal, protect, soothe and prevent diaper rash because it delivers soothing, healing diapee rash relief all day and night. I like this brand Becky, its safe for delicate skin, its also a thick 40% zinc oxide diaper rash paste and stays in place on baby’s bottom for up to 12 hours.”  From behind the sofa Sarah watched the scene play out. Would the woman ever shut up. How interesting could the contents of a diaper bag actually be? Her thirst was raging now, against her better judgement she slipped the silicone nipple of the baby bottle between her lips and began to nurse. … “One dirty bib, one clean bib, four disposables for the baby, one pull-up for her big sister Becky,.. and oh that will be it… a t-shirt with milk stains and a pair of your leggings that need washing - it looks to Mommy Amanda that Becky had an accident in her pull-up… that explains why they send you home to me in a toddler diaper.” Eventually the house was quiet apart from the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Slipping out from behind the sofa Sarah heard her tummy growl, she was hungry. Her first stop was the kitchen where she hoped to find food. After a quick search her relief at being free of the facility started to wain. She needed food, any food, then she spotted the diaper bag that had been restocked and left next to the backdoor ready for its next outing. Diving inside the unzipped main pocket she found what she was looking for, two juice boxes with straws, a packet of animal crackers and two squeezable pouches of fruit. Loaded up with her stash she carried it back to her lair behind the sofa as another pressing need came to the front of her mind, she needed to pee.