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I can do that     76. The Final Choice “Just in case,” Ffrances said, and Tess realised how many times she had repeated those words in her last explanation. But they were smiling at the same time, both a little embarrassed by the conversation. “Well, I might have a double shift Monday. We always get busy in mid December, not sure why. But I’ll make sure there’s time. And if we can’t get Gabby’s little treat in before Christmas, well…” “We can do it at Christmas,” Tess chuckled, and went on to explain after seeing how bemused Ffrances was. “When I come back. You’ve heard of the twelve days of Christmas, haven’t you? It used to be a real twelve day festival, with new year right in the middle. You’d have different things on each day, like one day for giving presents, and one day you have a huge roast dinner, one day you go to church to hear the Christmas story, one day you go sing carols for the rich people, and one day you do a buffet dinner for all your neighbours, and go round the houses close by to see what everybody made. On the last day, it’s good luck to let the adults rest, while the kids take the decorations down. I mean, every country and region had their own traditions about what happens on each day, all kinds of different things. But it’s only after the industrial revolution that we scrapped a bunch of the traditions, and squeezed the rest together on the first day.” Ffrances was laughing, doing her best not to make a sound. “Okay, that’s probably the weirdest impromptu lecture I ever gave,” Tess admitted. “I saw it in a history book, and when I forgot all the stuff we were supposed to be memorising, I remembered that because it sounds cool. But what I was saying, really, is it’ll still be Christmas when I get back. No reason we can’t choose our own day to give presents on.” “Then we’ll do that. Something to look forward to, I think. For all of us. Now, I think it might be about time for us to head home. If we’re driving in circles much longer, I think I’ll need a trigger phrase to give my pelvic floor muscles some moral support.” Tess agreed with that completely, and it wasn’t long before they were home. Ffrances dashed to the bathroom immediately, while Tess said hello to her cousin, and summoned up her courage. “You were out a long time,” Gabby opened with a simple gambit. “I made a pasta bake, but I already ate. I was starting to worry.” “I already had some pizza, I thought Ffrances would have told you. But real food would still be good, thanks. We can keep leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Sorry it’s late, but we were talking about Christmas plans. You wanted me to be like a kid at Christmas, I think.” “Oh, did you talk about that already?” “As well as other things. Like, I figured out that my room hasn’t been decorated like that since before you moved in, has it? You don’t need to lie to me, you know.” By that point Gabby was hanging her head, looking down at her hands on the table. Exactly like someone whose biggest shameful secret had just been exposed. Tess wanted to comfort her, to tell her that she didn’t mind. But she was also starting to regret having this conversation as soon as she got home. She wanted to run to the bathroom, and then get changed into the outsize sweatshirt that was currently draped over the heater in her room; it would be toasty warm after the chill air outside. But this was something that wasn’t easy to interrupt once it had started. So she went through the main points. She didn’t explain all the details that she had agreed on with Ffrances, there was no point. But she said that she had figured out Gabby wanted an adult baby to look after; and Tess had seemed like she would just fit into the role. She told Gabby that she wasn’t a baby, and she didn’t want to be treated like one, but that she admitted it was a way to relax sometimes, and she was willing to play along in the right situation. Sometimes, she was very clear to emphasise, when she decided she was in the right state of mind. She told Gabby that she had a vague idea that they were thinking of getting childish presents, and said that it sounded like a fun thing to try when she came back from San Lorenzo. She also said that she would accept Gabby treating her like a child at times, even if that meant restrictions that weren’t normal for someone her age. And then she put down two big conditions, and said that they were in no way negotiable. If Gabby wanted to treat Tess like a child, or especially if she wanted to see her hypnotised again, maybe with a chance of making her feel young and helpless, she needed to agree to those rules. “First, no means no.” Tess said, taking a deep breath. “I mean, not literally. I know that kids don’t show responsibility, and they’ll argue and push boundaries for the sake of it. Maybe that’s true for me too, when I find this headspace thing. But there’s got to be some way I can tell you that I’m just not in the mood, so you know I mean it. And if I say I need you to treat me like an adult, you do it.” She argued, of course she did. Tess almost found it funny, and she would have turned the debate into a series of nonsequiteurs and bizarre logical fallacies worthy of Franz Kafka if she’d really wanted to. But she was also starting to get impatient, and regretting her failure to run to the bathroom before getting into this conversation. So she quickly shut down any disagreement by reminding Gabby that there was a simple dilemma here. She could have what she wanted with reasonable strings attached, or not at all. And Tess was very clear that she intended to tell Ffrances about their agreement right away. Gabby called her girlfriend Mistress at times, and while Tess didn’t know entirely what that meant, she was sure that it implied that Ffrances had the decision making power. If Gabby couldn’t agree to play on Tess’s terms, then she would be dealing with her Mistress’s displeasure every single time she used the word baby. “I suppose that’s reasonable. But you don’t realise when you’re pushing yourself too hard, you know. Can I stand by, if I know you’re making life harder for yourself and a little refuge in your headspace could make it better again? You say you know your own mind, but Ffrances will tell you–” “People don’t see their own problems, I know. So, fine. If you really think it will help me but I’m resisting out of some misplaced desire to be an adult, then get agreement from a majority of the people I’d trust with that decision. If you can convince Ffrances and Spike that I’m doing something that’s not good for me, I’ll assume you guys can see what I’m blinding myself to.” “That little–” “Take it or leave it. You can have your heart’s greatest desire. Or you can explain to your girlfriend that you’ve wasted all the effort she put into planning this, because you can’t accept the terms that she insists on.” “Fine. But you shouldn’t trust a guy like that. It’s not right for a grown man to hang around with kids your age.” Tess rolled her eyes. She contemplated saying something about their relative ages, but she didn’t want to draw this out any more than she had to. And for a change Gabby wasn’t actually trying to interfere. Tess had found some leverage powerful enough that her cousin might consider tolerating Spike’s importance to her, or at least acknowledging it. That was a bigger thing than she had hoped. “And second,” she said, pushing on in the hope that Gabby would have slightly less resistance to the second rule. “I’m not the youngest. If you’re treating me like a kid, I can cope with that. But things like those games in the garden, or the little Christmas party, I’ll get too nervous if I’ve got no responsibility. The things I take charge of are like the mainspring that keeps me ticking. So there’s always a little one.” She could see Gabby’s face falling, but kept talking to head off any interruptions: “I know it’s hard to find someone to play that role. But if I can find somebody willing to be my little sister, you don’t get to object to that. You can’t object to looking after two kids, because I will help out. I’m pretty sure a kid looking after a baby to keep Mommy from being overwhelmed isn’t such a weird thing. I already asked Ffrances.” “And you think she’ll agree to–” “She’s going to be my little sister. She said she’s willing to give it a try this time. We’re agreed that it’s worth doing once at least. Want to argue? Is that because you’re so focused on your own desires and you don’t want me to get what I want out of it? Or are you going to say you own your girlfriend and you want to have a veto on her choices?” Gabby still argued. It seemed almost like she had to feel like she was in control, but it was clear she was struggling to come up with any real points to debate. She almost seemed to imply that acting like a little kid was somehow wrong, and that Ffrances shouldn’t have to do something like that, until Ffrances herself appeared to point out that Gabby had been pressuring Tess into it. “You promised that you would always do what I decided is best,” Frances spoke very sternly. “Remember? I have talked to Tess already, and she has some understanding of what littlespace is, and how it will fit into her life. You can play by her rules, or drop it completely.” And Gabby still argued. Tess was barely saying anything now, focusing too much on her own discomfort, and how long she had been standing in the kitchen talking. She wondered if Gabby was actually going to say ‘no’ to her rules for a moment… but when Ffrances said she would prohibit her calling Tess ‘baby’, and that she would guarantee there was no more pressure on the matter, she quickly relented. “Fine,” Gabby muttered. “But I know you. You’re giving up too much for this, we can find another little. But it’s not my place to interfere with anything between you two. So I’ll accept your rules. And we’ll see how that turns out.” Tess tried to listen; she knew that they were talking about things that would have a huge impact on her lifestyle while she stayed here. But this was the third drawn-out conversation in a row, and she’d been on her feet for way too long. As Gabby finally relented, Tess found that she couldn’t wait another second. She wanted to run to the bathroom right away, but the instant she started tensing a muscle to move she felt her bladder twitch in sympathy. There was nothing she could do to stop it. While Gabby served up Ffrances’s dinner, and the two of them talked in codewords about the dynamics of their relationship, Tess could only stand behind the kitchen table and hope that they didn’t notice her wetting herself.     Poor Tess. I wonder how that could have happened…

Bounty Hunter

Currently in Camelot. I had one last night and soaked it pretty good. Goodnites XXL for church Sunday morning, kept it on until about 10:30, after getting back with some drinks and dinner.  Only a tiny tinkle so far.  Drinking lots of water to stay hydrated.

Not sure yet. I have to get a certified letter out of here ASAP, It's my turn to count offering at church this month. I almost forgot that we moved the time from 10 am to 9 am during the summer months, due to no extra curricular bible studies during the summer and it gets kind of warm in that spot. Great for me going to bed in the morning, but I now realize, that most places are still serving breakfast. Don't care much for eggs this late in my "day", but I may have to. 

So the story is about an older brother about college age I believe being jealous of his baby sister as he's at least a DL as he wears them when he's with his GF. On the day of his sister's B-Day he wishes he could be the baby instead of her. Over the course of some days he starts regressing while his sister is progressing at one point they are even twins in the same class. Every day after school he gets a feeling and then feels the daily regression begin. At the end it's his B-Day and while his GF is now his babysitter and his sister is back home from college to celebrate his B-Day he wishes that his GF could remember their life before which also comes true. I read it recently but don't know if it was because it was a new story or a link I came across. I'd appreciate any help in finding it.