Rainbow Diapers

I have always Loved silky and plastics tc, in the last few yrs I have gotten brave enough to Buy some of the ladies clothing. Like leather pants and the other kinds I just Love to have nothing, no diaper on and put on the shiny pants I just in the past week found several new used pairs and I get soo excited to wear them but only in the house..Maybe it's a need to be sissy? I am married now for a lot of yrs and my wife is somewhat ok she just says your weird I say I know.......

Very nice. I wonder if she'd make a better kitty cat with the Purrfect Cat Cafe diapers or a puppy with the various different pupper padding options. And he can fallback on his doggy training knowledge. But of course, the cage could just be more BDSM/DL themed. Why not both haha.  And I love that she thought about "going public". She's definitely got a exhibitionist streak. Interesting if she moves to 24x7. 

We got just as much hate as anywhere else. If ur gonna be little in canada my advice is be female or homosexual male. Otherwise you die alone.

Making up for some backlog... here's a bit more for everyone to enjoy. Chapter 61 I put the vacuum away and sat in the living room. I was still not always used to being a little girl sometimes. I sat rather childishly, my hands between my legs, my knees spread. I suppose, a couple of days. I could do that. But what for? For Sammy? I barely know her. And she’d know. Shelly does it for her though. But Shelly can take his off when he wants. And they’re more like family. I’d have to wait… wait for Mommy to decide. Mommy, she wouldn’t make it too long… would she? I guess it all boils down to if I trust her. Trust her with my very…. Mommy cruised by as she spoke, “I’ve got dinner all ready, just need to pop it in the oven about five. I’ve got a little work to do princess, would you mind checking the laundry in a little bit?” I looked up and nodded, “Yes Mommy, I can do that.” She smiled and headed up the stairs with just two little words, “Good girl.” Praise from Mommy always makes my chest swell up with pride. I am a good girl. And Shelly is a good friend. He/she’s helped me deal with this new part of me. This new way of living and loving. Who am I kidding, I know what my decision is. Mommy’s never done anything to seriously hurt me. Well, a couple of spankings, but even those… It was almost lunch time, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I made a couple sandwiches and got a soda from the fridge. I put one on a server tray with an unopened can. Needing both hands to carry the tray, I carefully stumbled my way up the stairs. Mommy was in the ‘home office’ bedroom and I whispered as I stepped in, “Would Mommy like some lunch?” She looked up and her face broke into a huge smile. It was worth it to have her smiling at me like that. She reached to shut her laptop and answered, “Why darling! That’s so sweet of you!!! I’d love a bite to eat. Just set it here on top of my laptop princess!!” I grinned. I’m her little princess and she’s happy. She peeled up the corner of one half of the sandwiche and fawned over my creation, “Peanut butter and JELLY!!! Just what I’ve ALWAYS WANTED!!! Tammy is such a WONDERFUL COOK!!!!” I blushed at her gushing praise. I know it wasn’t much, not like what Mommy cooks, but I think I was getting an ‘A’ for my efforts. She picked up one half-sandwich and bit into it. She chewed for a moment and mumbled, “Mmm.. delicious… I’m so lucky to have a darling little princess that can cook!!” I blushed again and reached my hands behind my back. I twisted side-to-side a little, making the hem of my dress twirl gently as I whispered, “I.. I’m not as good as Mommy. I… I just thought you might want something to eat.” She put the uneaten part down and reached for me, pulling me into her arms. She whispered softly, “You really ARE an adorable little girl!!! No wonder Mommy loves you so much.” Then with a quick kiss on my cheek she pushed me out to arm’s length again and glanced at the tray. She frowned a little as she asked, “But where’s your lunch sweetie? Or did you already eat yours?” I shook my head a little and replied, “Not yet, it’s in the kitchen. I wanted to eat down there so I’d hear when the laundry was finished.” She cocked her head and grinned, “And so clever!! Well, I’ll be sure to enjoy this. Why don’t you run along and eat your own lunch darling.” With that she turned me gently and… Thump! Right on my padded bottom. I felt myself blushing a little as I trotted off, practically skipping from the bottom of the stairs to the kitchen counter where my own lunch was waiting. Even gentle thumps… reminding me she’s in charge and I’m her little one… I so love when she’s like this. Just as I put my own plate in the dishwasher, I heard the laundry signal. I switched it to the dryer and looked at the time. A few minutes after one. I felt myself blushing, even though no one else was around. Blushing because I was about to do it. I went quietly up the stairs. I didn’t want to disturb Mommy, but I peeked in the doorway. Most of the sandwich was uneaten, but the tray was on the floor and she had reopened her laptop and was typing something. It seemed to be some long work document. I quietly moved on to the bedroom. I took a deep breath and reached behind me to unzip my dress. I’m not very good at it, Mommy usually helps. It took me several minutes to shrug my shoulders and squirm out of it. Then my diaper. I folded up the wet garment and put it in the big bin Mommy had gotten just for them. Now naked, I went to the dresser and popped out some baby wipes. I started with my rump. It’s so much nicer when Mommy does these things for me…. But as I wiped around my hairless crotch, thinking about what I was about to do, a ‘not totally unexpected’ complication… ‘arose.” My penis started getting hard. And naturally enough, the more I wiped, the harder it got. A part of me just wanted to keep going. Keep jerking off standing right there in front of the dresser. Mommy says I’m an adorable little girl…. Says she loves me… Little ones do it all the time… it’s not naughty to do it… But without Mommy here, it just wasn’t the same. She wasn’t here to tease me and comment. She even called it a little baby-sized peepee…. It’s not really that small…. Is it??? I squirmed and tugged for another minute or two before I realized that without Mommy here, it would take a while. I looked over at her vanity and there it was. Along with the key. I looked down again and realized, it’s not going to be easy to put it on with an erection… Maybe a cold shower… I walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. I left it cold as I stepped in. I gasped a little at the temperature of the water, but I stood facing the falling spray and let it hit my tummy, then cascade down over my rapidly shrinking cock. I felt my balls react as well. In just a minute or so, I shut off the water, it had done its job. I stepped out and grabbed a towel, thinking… Now just dry things off, don’t get all worked up again. That’s it, just cup the towel around your balls for a couple seconds… no playing. I returned to the vanity and sprinkled a handful of Mommy’s body powder in my hand, gently rubbing things to make them completely dry. Then I picked up my chastity cage and quickly slipped it on before my mind—and my cock—had time to think about it. I held the key in my hand and marched out of the bedroom. --- --- --- It was the quarterly report. It’s always a pain, but I had a couple of hours. Tammy would deal with the wash. Her ‘lunch’ that she brought me… well the poor dear meant well. I ate some of it and was back at work when I thought I heard the shower. But after just a minute or so, it was gone. I was rereading some footnotes when I heard a voice, in that cute lisping tone, “Mummy? Cans you helps me get ready for Sammy’s birffday pawty??” I turned and looked. Standing in the doorway was my little darling, stark naked. Well, not COMPLETELY naked. There was that cute little pink bit of plastic between her thighs. I grinned at my baby and reached for my phone. Before the little dickens could react, I snapped a picture. Baby let out a squeal and her hands flew to her crotch, “Mommy!!!!” I started tapping on my phone as I told her, “SHUSH!!! I’m just letting Miss Julia know that we’re coming.” I tapped ‘send’, accompanied by the usual quick ‘cheep’. I stood up and walked to my baby still standing in the doorway. I showed her my phone and what I had sent. ///// <picture of me wearing my cage on my peepee and nothing else> “Looks like we’ll be there at three.” while I held my phone up for my baby to read, it chirped with a reply “Aww… ADORABLE!!! I’ll save this for the party so I can show Sammy” “That way she’ll know Tammy is just a harmless, cock-less little girl” “See you then!!” ///// She whined, “But Mommy… pictures???” I tapped my phone to close the message and reached for her hand to take the key she was holding as I said, “Now sweetie, it’s not going to be on the internet or anything. Or would you rather I pulled down your diaper at the party to prove to Sammy that you’re wearing it?” That shut her up. I led her back to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The curtain was wet, so I knew I DID hear it a few minutes ago. I let the water warm a little and gently pushed, “Now be a good girl and wash your hair so Mommy can put it in curlers.” As I pulled the curtain closed, I heard those two little words that I loved, “Yes Mommy.” I was grinning as I went to the closet and sorted through the clothes hanging there, finding her prettiest party dress. Then I got her darling black Mary Janes and the box of hair curlers and set them on my vanity. I tossed a fresh diaper on the bed, along with the baby pants that had little pink hearts. Then an idea struck me. She might not… Oh of course she’ll love it!! She’ll just pretend to put up a fuss. I went to my side of the closet and found it. A silky smooth, off-white camisole. Just the thing to make her feel more… girly. I’d never worn it, when I tried it on it was a bit too long and I just never got around to returning it. But it’ll be perfect for her. Not quite a petticoat, but something over her titties and it can swish around her diapered bottom. She came out of the shower drying her hair and I took her to my vanity. It took almost half an hour just to put the curlers in. The diaper and baby pants went on easily enough, but I had to explain the camisole. She blushed bright red when I mentioned, “Little girls are supposed to keep their teeny boobies covered up. You’re too little for one of Mommy’s bras, so this will do instead.” Then her dress and back to the vanity for a little makeup. Baby pink lip gloss mostly, but a little rouge to help those cheeks look nice and rosy, pink. I glanced at the time and had to rush a bit to get myself ready. Instead of the casual lazing around the house outfit I had on, I changed into the most matrony, classic middle-classed outfit I had. A full-necked, buttoned up top and matching knee-length skirt. My little darling watched as I zipped up the back of my skirt and I had to shoo her away so I could take my turn at the vanity putting on my own makeup and a modest string of pearls. As we descended the stairs together, I heard the clothes dryer signaling. I just muttered, “Tsk, well no time for them now, they’ll just have to sit in the dryer and get wrinkled.” I rushed around and found the diaper bag and checked it, then we were off before my baby girl could change her mind. --- --- --- In the car, I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it back a little. I touched the camisole Mommy had put on me, and it sent a tiny thrill through me as the silky fabric brushed the top of my thigh. Mommy must have noticed, she asked, “Do you like it? I could get you a slip in your size, or maybe a set of petticoats?” At that word, I felt my cheeks burning. The only time I’d read about someone wearing one of those was in those sissification stories. Where the woman of the house would put her husband in them to ‘sissify’ him. Embarrass him in front of their friends and family and even cuckold him in front of her lover. I whispered, “I don’t like being a sissy… I… I just want to be a good little girl…” Mommy glanced at me and reached to touch my thigh as she whispered, “I understand sweetie… Don’t you worry, you’re my adorable little girl and nothing is ever going to change that. Mommy just let you wear that to feel extra special today.” I felt a bit better and looked out the window. It occurred to me that nobody was paying much attention to me. I was just a young girl, with curled hair, riding along somewhere with her Mommy. … When Mommy rang the bell, Shelly’s Mom answered. She beamed at us and gushed, “WELCOME!!! I’m SO GLAD you could make it!! Come on in!!! Julia should be here any minute now with the birthday girl.” As we stepped in, Shelly rushed to me and gave me a quick hug. She didn’t kiss my cheek, like her Mommy did to my Mommy. But it was nice. Then she spoke, “Genny is just getting changed in the nursery. She and her Mommy will be out in a second.” I looked about; there was a card table in the living room with a paper tablecloth, a stack of napkins, and a paper decoration that said ‘Happy Birthday’. Then I saw on the wall another banner with the same message, in bright sparkly red, green, and blue. As I looked around, I saw a big cake on their dining area table when Shelly tugged at my arm, “Tammy… this is Genny and her mom Miss Charlene.” Genny seemed to be an actual girl, she had boobs filling out her dress. But it was a rather childish dress and she had a ribbon around her neck that had a pacifier dangling from it. Genny blushed a little and said, “Hi. I was just… um….” She twisted and pointed at the hallway where I knew the nursery was. I nodded and wanted to make her at ease, so I did my little girl lisp and said, “Is otay… When I tinkles, my mommy changes my didee too….” She blushed a little but then Shelly asked, “You want to go play with some toys?” I was about to agree when Miss Charlene spoke up, “Not just now girls, Sammy just drove up with her mommy. Now, everyone be quiet and get ready to yell surprise’.” Shelly, Genny, and I all stifled a giggle and got lined up, side by side as Shelly’s mom went to the door. Before the bell even rang, she opened it wide and Sammy stepped in. We all burst out in one giant scream, “SURPRISE!!!!!” Poor Sammy jumped and squealed. Then she looked around and saw the banner and all of us grinning. She gasped and put a hand to her heart, “For me?!?! OH MY GOD!!! YOU GOT ME!!!!” She turned and hugged her mommy standing beside her as we started singing, “For she’s a jolly good fellow… for she’s a jolly good fellow…for she’s a jolly good fellowwwww…. Which nobody can deny!!!” She wiped her eye and ran to Shelly to give her a hug next. I know how you feel sweetie… it’s how I felt last Friday when Miss Beth had a surprise party for me. Your heart is probably about to burst with happiness… Genny and I held back a little, letting her and Shelly hug. Then she let go of Shelly and gave Genny a hug. But when it came my turn, she hesitated. I felt a little hurt as she stopped. But then she seemed resolved and reached, giving me a quick little squeeze. I watched as she ran back to her mommy. Then I saw her mommy pull out her phone and tap on it. Shelly’s mommy was there too and all three looked at Miss Julia’s phone and then at me. OH GOD!!!! She’s showing them that picture!!!!.... I felt my face turning red and the familiar surge as pee found it’s way through my caged penis. I just barely got it to stop when Sammy’s arms hugged me so tightly, I could barely breathe. All she whispered was, “Thank you….” Miss Charlene started clapping her hands and raised her voice, “All right girls… Let’s get the party started!! Out back everybody, we’ve got some games set up.” Genny and Sammy practically ran. But Shelly saw me hesitating and whispered, “It’s okay Tammy. We have a big yard and a bigger fence. Come on… the winner gets an extra piece of cake.” She gave me a little shove in the small of my back to get me started, and soon we were all outside as Shelly’s mommy held up four gray strips of cloth. “Pin the tail on the donkey girls… Sammy? You go first,” she said. Shelly fastened a blindfold over Sammy’s eyes and all three of us helped to turn her about several times. We laughed as she staggered and we shouted ‘warmer’ and ‘colder’ as she found her way to the target, a big poster of a donkey without a tail, standing on an easel. After we all took our turn, Miss Julia declared Genny as the winner. I giggled when Sammy shouted, “She CHEATED!!!” But then she laughed and followed up with, “She used her boobs!!!” I had no idea how THAT would have worked, but I did notice that Genny did have a bigger chest than any of the rest of us. We all chuckled and heard Shelly’s mommy again. “Now Sammy, don’t be a sore loser. Next, we have the duck race, gather around girls, each gets a squirt gun,” she declared as she walked over to a child’s wading pool with a couple inches of water in it. She pointed, “There are six rubber ducks. Using only your squirt guns, you keep them out of your own goal and try to put as many as you can in the other goals.” I looked and there were four small plastic frames around the edges and six rubber ducks floating. Shelly grabbed a squirt gun and began shooting one of the ducks, making it slowly bob across the pool towards the frame in front of me. We all joined in and spent several minutes squirting water at the ducks, sending them hither and yon across the pool in every direction. But of course, what happens when you have a group of little ones armed with squirt guns? Shelly was the first to open fire directly on an opponent, Genny. Sammy fired at Shelly and soon we were running around the backyard, squirting, squealing, dodging and refilling our squirt guns from the pool. Sammy declared, “The pool is a safe home. No squirting while refilling!!” And so it went for a while. We didn’t really get very wet, very few sprinkles actually found their targets, despite all the squeals. I was about to get Genny a good one when she touched the large oak tree and shouted, “This is home safe too!!!” I laughed and fired, shouting, “You have to call it before you touch!!!” She ran and so it went, making up the rules as we went along. The grown ups were somewhere I’m sure, but we were having too much fun. But when Shelly slipped in the wet grass near the pool, we all stopped and ran to her, making sure she was okay. “Yeah, I’m fine. But I got a grass stain…” She turned and showed us her bottom and sure enough, her dress had a green grass stain on it. Genny offered up, “It’ll be okay, just have your mommy presoak it and it’ll come out.” Sammy was nodding and slipped an arm around Shelly, giving her a little hug. Just then, my own mommy was on the back porch clapping her hands and shouting, “Time to come inside girls!! Almost time to cut the cake!” We put our squirt guns neatly by the pool, I reached to brush a couple of bits of grass from Shelly’s dress, and we headed inside. We gathered around the ‘grownups’ table where the cake was in anticipation. But then Sammy’s mommy raised her voice, “Can I have your attention everyone? In our family, we have a long-standing tradition. So if all of Sammy’s friends could come with Sammy and me…” I looked at Sammy and her face went pale. Her mommy grabbed her hand and led her to the living room as she whined, “No Mommy… please… not that…” In the center of the room was a chair from the dining room set. Her mommy sat down and held Sammy’s wrist. Her mom declared loud enough for all to hear, “It’s our tradition that the birthday girl gets a birthday spanking from each of her friends.” “Mommy!!!! Nuuuu…..” Undeterred, we all watched as Miss Julia tugged and pulled Sammy across her lap. All her mommy said was, “It’s either your friends… or their mommies… and I can assure you, each of the mommies in this room know how to spank.” Miss Julia tugged and raised the back of Sammy’s dress as she explained, “Now, since little Sammy here likes to play like a four-year-old, Shelly, Genny, and Tammy are each going to give you four swats.” I watched as Miss Julia tugged down Sammy’s pullup. It was a pink thing with little baby lambs on it, but I was more interested in what it uncovered. I happened to be directly behind Sammy and saw… well… everything. Her cute butt and a very cute, bald kitty. “Shelly, you go first and the grownups will count.” Was it the humiliation she was going through? The sight of her perfect, hairless pussy? The idea of being spanked? Whatever it was, my cock was suddenly starting to ache in its ‘little house’. I watched as Shelly stepped forward, directly in front of Miss Julia. Shelly raised her hand and…. SLAP! In unison, all the mommies said loudly, “ONE!” SLAP! “TWO!” SLAP!  “OWWWW” “THREE!” SLAP! “MOMMY!!!!” “FOUR!” Miss Julia nodded and said, “Good Job Shelly. Now it’s Genny’s turn.” Genny stepped eagerly up to take Shelly’s place. She declared brightly, “I’m a big girl, I know my numbers.” And in a sudden flurry, she proved it by counting her own work. SLAP! “one”   SLAP! “two”   SLAP! “three”   SLAP! “four” Then she stopped just as quickly as she started and grinned. Miss Julia nodded approvingly, “Very good Genny… for a girl that wet her diaper earlier today.” I snickered a little; that comment seemed to wipe some of that grin from Genny’s face. “Your turn Tammy,” Miss Julia said. But I was staring at a squirming pink bottom and couldn’t move. If Sammy has a ‘man problem’, should I really? I mean, Genny’s a real girl and Shelly is… family. But another man?? Even if I am playing dressup??? Miss Julia’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “Tammy? Tammy it’s your turn…” I looked at her and swallowed. Then I said, “But… but I… I mean.. I don’t want to hurt her….” Suddenly another voice, my own mommy. I jerked and looked at her as she said, “Tammy, do as she says.” I stared at her and muttered, “But Mommy it’ll hurt…” Mommy’s face scowled as she raised her voice, “Do it Tammy or I’ll borrow Shelly’s paddle and it’ll be your bottom that won’t be sitting down for a while.” I gulped and took a step forward. Then another and I was in front of Miss Julia and Sammy’s upturned bottom. Miss Julia said quietly, “It’s okay, she needs to know you’re just like all her other friends. Now do a good job.” It was awkward, using my left hand. And I really… REALLY… didn’t want to hit very hard. I brought my hand down to touch her bare bottom and she flinched. I lifted my hand just a couple inches… Tap! Miss Julia quietly admonished me, “No dear… like her other friends did. Now try again sweetie.” I nodded and raised my hand a little farther. Slap! “ONE!” The ‘grownup’ women around me all said. Slap! “TWO!” Slap! “THREE!” I heard a whimper, but she didn’t cry out. Slap! “FOUR!” I heard Mommy’s voice, “That’s a GOOD GIRL!!! Good Job Darling!!” While looking at Mommy’s smile, there was a blur out of the corner of my eye as Miss Julia’s arm swung high in the air and… SMACK!!! “OWW!!! MOMMY!!!!” Miss Julia said loudly, “And one to grow on!” I stared at the bright red handprint on that pretty bottom. Miss Julia tugged her pullup back up and helped Sammy to stand up, smoothing out her dress and giving her a hug. Shelly’s mommy clapped her hands and declared, “Time to blow out the candles!! Come on Sammy… make a wish…” Sammy walked over to the table, one hand rubbing her bottom. We all started singing Happy Birthday and when we finished, Sammy got all four candles out in one breath. My Mommy was at one end of the table with paper plates and forks, making sure everyone would get a piece of cake. Miss Charlene was at the other end of the table with a scoop in her hand asking, “Who wants ice cream with their cake?” Miss Julia had put away the chair and the card table with the paper tablecloth was back in the middle of the room. All four of us ‘little girls’ sat there while the ‘grownups’ stood around the dining area table. As we sat, I was across from Sammy, with Shelly and Genny on each side. I quietly spoke, “I’m sorry Sammy… but it was your bottom or mine. I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” She giggled a little and shook her head. That made her pigtails fly around a little as she said, “Nah… I understand. It wasn’t nearly as bad as when my mommy paddles me.” I felt some relief from her saying that. And mentally noted that she has been paddled too. It seems to be almost universal among ‘littles’. Then Sammy looked directly at Genny and said, “Not like Genny! Girl, that hurt!!” Genny giggled and said, “I thought that was the whole idea?” Shelly quickly interrupted, “So Tammy, when’s your birthday? Are you going to get a birthday spanking?” I started to answer, “Not until November. And I hope not…” Sammy jumped in with a big grin on her face, “You will if you invite Shelly and me!! I have to get even you know. You should have seen Shelly’s bottom… I turned it bright red! Her mommy let me use her paddle!!” She started giggling. I looked to see Shelly’s face turn a bright red. Then he whispered, “Only because I put up such a fuss.” She turned to me and added, “I should have just let it happen, then she would only been allowed to use her hand.” We ate quietly for a minute or two. Sammy managed to stop giggling. Then Genny asked rather brazenly, “So I’m assuming you’re wearing a cage Tammy? Are you a cuckold?” My eyes widened as I stared at Genny, dumbfounded by her directness. Shelly spoke up first, “Genny! We don’t ask questions like that! And no, I’m pretty sure Tammy isn’t one of those.” Genny shrugged her shoulders, “I was just curious.” Sammy jumped in, “Yes Genny, she’s locked up. My mommy showed me a picture. And I think it’s very sweet of her to do that for me.” Genny giggled and said, “Okay okay… what’s the big deal anyway…” I finally found my voice. I said smugly, “What would you know about it? Putting on one of them and surrendering my dinky to my mommy IS a big deal!!!” The table went quiet. Even Sammy, who a moment ago was defending me and giggling, was suddenly staring at her empty plate. Genny looked as if I’d punched her in the face. Shelly was the only one looking at me and she shook her head a little. Then she whispered, “Tammy… Genny is a trans-woman. Post-op. She knows exactly what it’s all about.” Trans?!?!?! Post?!!?! That means she… I stared for a moment at her. Shit!! And I just accused her of… I felt like the biggest idiot and I said so, “Shit! I’m sorry Genny… I… I didn’t know…” She took a breath and gave me a half-hearted smile as she spoke, “Well it’s not like I go around telling everybody. I’m just a girl, like every other girl. My mommy and daddy both love me for who I am and that’s what matters. That we’re all loved for who we are.” She was looking at me. Then she added, “Tammy, or Tommy, or whatever… I don’t want your pity. I did just what I wanted to do. And I’ve never been as happy as I am now. I was miserable as a man and it took me years to get where I am. It was the best thing I’ve ever done.” Suddenly the doorbell rang and the front door opened before anyone could answer it. A grey-haired older woman stepped in and called, “Where’s the birthday girl???” Sammy and Shelly both shouted, “NANNA!!!” They almost knocked the table over as they clamored to greet the woman with hugs and kisses on each of her cheeks. I watched and listened as Shelly said to her, “You missed the birthday spanking, but you’re just in time for cake and ice cream!!!” The woman giggled and looked at Sammy as she said, “Oh dear, missed your spanking? I was so looking forward to seeing your little bottom turn pink!!! Maybe next year… or maybe sooner than that if I know my granddaughters.” Sammy blushed bright red at that. Now Miss Julia and Miss Sarah were there, giving the woman hugs and saying, “Thanks for coming mom.” Apparently, she was the actual mom of the two sisters? That would explain a lot. I felt a touch on my arm and turned. It was Genny, she spoke kindly, “We good?” I nodded and was about to say I was sorry. But I thought better of it and said, “Yeah, I’m happy for you.” She gave me a quick smile and stood up, gathered a couple of the empty plates and headed towards the kitchen. I picked up the rest and followed her. After dumping the paper plates in the trash, Mommy reached to touch my arm and said, “Sweetie, we’re going to have to be going soon. Why don’t you say goodbye to your friends.” I felt a twinge of sadness but found each of them in turn. Each one got a hug from me. Sammy whispered in my ear, “Thanks for taking it easy on my butt. You’re a good friend.” Genny and Miss Charlene were out front as we came out. I watched as a car drove up and they got inside. I could see it was driven by some man. Miss Charlene sat in the front seat and gave him a quick kiss while Genny got in the back. Presumably he was Genny’s daddy. Mommy helped me buckle in and we headed home. It was only now that I realized I wanted to ask a question. But to ask it, well I’m not supposed to ask. But I thought for a minute and made an observation instead. “Mommy, you never told me how long I’ll be locked in my cage thingy this time,” I said quietly. She glanced at me and smiled as she replied, “No… No I didn’t, did I.” I waited. I didn’t ask, even after we drove another couple of miles. Then as we turned down our street she finally spoke again, “I think maybe…. Just a couple of hours more. I’ll DEFINITELY take it off before bedtime.” My eyes went wide, bedtime? Just a few hours??? To Be Continued  

I'll clarify, currently live in central PA