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You could split it into multiple posts, per chapter or equivalent, rather than one big single post? You could also only release parts of it per day or every few days, instead of all in one go? You theoretically should be able to copy paste, but you might lose the formatting, so best to double check that.

Wearing womens clothing for a run, summer is the best because I can wear my running skirts. My navel piercings, I love them!  

Blue are 2.1 as well, but the White are from a more recent batch where the quality control is getting better and better each time they are produced. Blue should move to a new batch by end of the year. But we'll also have much more China versions in stock by that time too, so there will be options.

Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the stainless steel bars of the dropside crib rattling as Sarah pulled herself up and over the top rail. From her own crib prison Heather watched in amazement as the petite girl who she had guessed to even younger than she was, naked apart from a disposable diaper,hung on for her life. Both of her arms were now fully extended while her bare feet thrashed around wildly seeking a surface to grip.  Even the crib mattress was still at least eight inches below her bare feet and it looked like it was a further four or five feet below the mattress to the carpeted floor. The girl must have been a gymnast in her teen years or a rock climber, that much was now obvious. Heather was amazed, there was no way she could have even pulled herself out of the crib to start with, let alone hang onto the top rail for as long as she had as if it was a gentle walk in the park. Through the semi darkened room she watched, first the girl moved he left hand from the top horizontal rail of the drop side of the crib to one of the vertical bars. After a short pause the right hand followed, deliberate, each move planned, nothing left to chance, or so it seemed. That illusion was shattered when  the girl her feet still thrashing about unable to find a foothold lost her grip, slid down the vertical bars of the crib until she could hold her weight no longer and crashed into a heap with a loud thud on the soft carpet below the crib as a door slammed shut in adjoining room masking the sound of the girls fall. She had escaped the crib, but was she still conscious? Heather didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Crinkling plastic and a soft groan coming from the direction of the empty crib told the story, the girl was moving even if she was hurt. As the seconds past by the rustling of plastic got closer until it stopped and a head popped up silhouetted in the darkened room. “Heather… Heather…” a small voice whispered. “Are you still awake, can you talk? Can you climb out? We don’t have much time…” “Mmmaaa… naaaa….baaa… deepppee..” Heather tried to talk but her voice would not work. Seeing a chance at escape open before her she tried to stand but immediately fell onto her diapered bottom. Reaching for the crib bars she tried to remember what the other girl had done but was thwarted by a combination of her bootied feet slipping and sliding unable to grip the crib bars and her upper body strength insufficient to pull herself up and out of the crib. She was stuck for the immediate future that much was not in doubt. “Gaaaa… huppp… maaa…” she babbled back to the younger girl who was now standing next to the crib peering in through the bars that were her prison cell.  Sarah was pushed for time and she knew it. The girl in the crib wasn’t going anywhere, the baby milk she had been bottle fed by Amalia had done its job, the window of opportunity was closing fast, that much she knew from what she had observed of the daycare center routines over the past five days. There would only one chance at escape, adrenaline coursed through her small body driving her on. Pulling at the sticky tabs of her diaper attempting to rip them free of the landing zone where they had been stuck down only twenty minutes ago her fingers trembled. When they refused to budge she tried to squirm out of the disposable but it had been snugly taped around her small waist and refused to move.  Calm down she told herself, panicking won’t help. With a renewed focus she folded the free end of the sticky tab back on itself and tugged at it with a constant pressure. At first nothing happened, then without any warning a slow ripping sound could be heard, the diaper tape was releasing. It was slow going but it was definitely giving up the fight until more of it was unstuck vs stuck down at which point she had the upper hand and the sticky tab came free of front of the diaper. One down one to go she reasoned, repeating the process with the second diaper tape until it was unstuck. She smiled, finally free of the infantile underwear as it fell to the carpeted floor between her skinny legs. Kicking the offending object under Sarah’s crib she turned to the dresser that sat at the back of the room then took five steps toward it as the ever present sound of crinkling plastic again filled the room. The second diaper was saturated, it hung from her non existent hips like a wet sack, sagging between her legs it chafed as she toddled across the room.  Stuck in the crib the irony wasn’t lost on Heather, the girl had escaped her crib but the woman she had observed through the glass wall of the playroom had insisted on double diapering her new friend and now the initial diaper was like her own, not just wet, it was soaked, it hung from her body like a leech, its plastic back-sheet crinkling loudly with each and every step the girl took. Reaching the dresser Sarah worked on the wet diaper, it was already cold and uncomfortable where the saturated fluff pulp and elastic leak guards rubbed against her tender skin aggravating the first diaper rash she had experienced since her early childhood. Tugging at the first tape she used the same technique, fold back the free end of the sticky tab and apply steady pressure. Almost immediately she was rewarded with sound of the adhesive bond being broken as the diaper tape gave way and released. That was all it took this time, as soon as the first tape was feee the saturated diaper slid down her leg on the side where it was still taped up dropping to the floor at her ankles in a sodden mess. Gingerly she stepped out of it, as if it was a viper curled and waiting to strike. Free of the infantile garment she stood there, momentarily mesmerised in her naked form for the first time in six days. No more diapers, there would be no more diapers she reasoned while kneeling on the carpeted floor of the nursery tugging at the bottom drawer of the dresser where she had seen panties, jeans and socks that would fit her yesterday as Amalia had taken clean laundered clothes the laundry staff had delivered before putting them away in the dresser.  The drawer refused to budge. No matter how had she pulled not an inch of ground was recovered. Was her plan already doomed to fail, surely not, she had been working on refining it for the past three days and it had seemed to be a solid plan. It would open an inch but no more, running her hand through the gap she discovered why, a childproof safety latch. Pressing the latch down with one hand she tugged the drawer with the other until it cleared the latch stop then reverted to both hands. The drawer was heavy, it wasn’t easy work but now she had it open far enough to see its contents, leggings on the right, T-shirts in the centre and panties on the left.  Grabbing a t-shirt she pulled it on over her head in a hurry, it was pink but it would have to do. Next she grabbed a pair of panties for the left side, stepped into them and tugged them up her skinny legs. It wasn’t until she puled them up and over her bottom that she felt the bulky padding, toddler potty training pants she realised, beggars could not be choosers they would have to do. Moving quickly she grabbed a pair of leggings and tugged them on over the thick potty training pants. Voices could now be heard in the adjoining room, she knew what that meant, the laundry exchange always came at this time each day. Wasting no time she slipped on a pair of white leather sandals and ran to the door where the laundry sack was waiting for pick up. Tugging out a crib sheet she climbed in then pulled the crib sheet back in to hide her small body.  Timing is everything, hers had been near perfect on this occasion. Almost immediately after she climbed into the laundry sack it was moving. “Thanks Amalia, see you tomorrow… oh, in today’s laundry there are a dozen flat bird’s eye cotton diapers and four pairs of pull on waterproof baby pants. Mrs Clark the Adoption Coordinator asked me to add them to your laundry drop off each day for the next two weeks.” Amalia was confused. “Oh? Really? Why’s that.” The girl had been in disposables all week during her stay at the facility.  “That little you have been looking after, Sarah, is being adopted and her new mommy wants her to get used to being back in washable cotton diapees over the next two weeks before she go to her new home.” The information was an overload. WTF… adopted… holy crap… she was escaping in the nick of time, any longer and she would have been stuck in Amazon baby diapers. There was no way she would be able to undo Amazon sized baby diaper pins. SLAP… SQUEAK… SLAP… SQUEAK… the sound of soft soled shoes on the polished floor and the wheels of a laundry cart signalled to Sarah that she was in outside of the the daycare nursery for the second time that day and first time in a week that she was the one determining where she was going. After five the cart stopped, more voices then THUMP… THUMP two more sacks of dirty laundry were dumped onto the cart. She could fell their weight on top of her, not heavy but the semi bright daylight was now subdued as the ambient light was blocked out. When the cart began to move again she relaxed, that was when the scent hit her, a combination of sour milk and ammonia. Wriggled to create a spy hole through the laundry she felt dampness and a different texture. Terry towelling on one side and PVC on the other, soft on one side plasticky on the other, binding on the edges, a snap on two sides, damp and sticky. Moving her hands she felt a different texture, teh same edge binding, this time it was plastic on both sides, the binding carried on after the plastic finished, no snaps this time, just two loose ends of the binding like laces. Her face was up against yet another texture. Soft cotton this time, thin and smooth, there was a lot if it, much more than the first two items. It smelt of weak ammonia and body sweat. Finally she had made a small spy hole to let the light in. That was when she realised her escape wasn’t fool proof but it just might work. The first two items were dirty bibs, covered in formula stains and dried baby food that had once been puréed mush. That explained the sour milk smell. The second scent was also explained, a crib sheet, alphabet blocks, baby bottles and diaper pins print. She recognised it immediately, the same fitted sheet that had covered her crib mattress last night, the same crib sheet that had started the night dry and ended up wet sometime during the night when when her diaper could take no more and had leaked. It was her own stale pee and she was hiding in it. The cart was outside now, in the carpark next to a white van. She recognised the carpark but not the van, Daisy Diaper Service and Laundry the name emblazoned on the side of the van announced. The carpark was outside of the wire, there were no guards out here, just parked cars and low bushes, somewhere to hide until she could make a plan. The sound of a Brahms Lullabye got her attention. The van side door was open and the sound was coming from inside, Another door opened, “Hello… yes… yes… give me a minute ai need to find a pen and wrote that down.”  The Amazon who had been pushing the laundry cart was distracted, it was her chance to make a run for freedom, she wriggled free of the laundry sack then realised whay the ammonia smell had been so strong. The laundry sack that had been on top of her was open, she could see inside, birds-eye cotton, layered with different thickness, some had blue edges some had green, some were wet and others soiled, Diapers, prefold baby and toddler diapers, all dirty, they had been on top of her, the scent followed as she scampered five feet across the sealed carpark and hid in the low bushes. It was a close run thing, the Amazon had finished their call, loaded the laundry and the cart into the van and drove off, she was free but for how long?  Heather began to whine as the wide velcro strap of the change table was pulled across her bare tummy and secured. “Lay still and be a good girl for Ama so I can change your wet diapee” the Amazon worker instructed as she took a pacifier from the pocket in her scrubs and plugged Heather’s mouth, holding it there with a finger until she was satisfied Heather would not try to push it out with her tongue. The room was quiet, the girl’s whining had been replaced by the gentle sound of the pacifier bobbing up and down against her lips, the plastic ring knocking against the face shield as the small girl’s automatic rooting reflex kicked in and she began to nurse on the silicone nipple that filled her mouth.  Satisfied that the girl has settled sufficiently Amalia moved onto her next task. Slipping a finger under each side of the elasticated waist of the lace covered white cotton plastic lined baby pants she tugged them down the girl’s legs before removing each foot and setting the baby pants aside for reuse.  “Now your diapee babygirl,” she gleefully announced. Keeping one hand firmly pinned on Heather’s chest, she tore open the two tabs, revealing the sodden fluff pulp padding of the disposable diaper, the inside was yellowed from front to back. “Oh my gosh… you have really soaked your nap time didee” she exclaimed before beginning the cleanup. With practiced skill the Amazon nursing student took a baby wipe from an open tub at the end of the change table then using wipe after wipe until every part of little Heather’s front and bottom had been wiped clean.  Heather was now fully awake, the medicated bottle of formula had worked its way through her system and into the waiting disposable while she had been napping. She watched as the Student Nurse piled the messy wipes into the soaked diaper and stretched out a new diaper she had taken from the shelf under the change table in one hand. She watched as her ankles were taken by the student nurse in one hand, her legs were lifted and pulled back until her naked bottom was clear of the change table. She watched as the thick plastic backed disposable was slipped under her bottom and positioned between her legs firmly. She watched as her bottom was powdered and lowered onto the waiting diaper. She watched as barrier cream was rubbed all over her privates. The nightmare looked like it would never end. Without any warning the door to the daycare room opened and Kimberley Clark walked in as if she owned the place. Heather had heard the conversations in the viewing room through the two ay speaker system. She knew the Amazon woman’s name and her job title, Kimberley Clark - Adoption Programme Coordinator, the same woman who had hosted Evelyn Diapre, the Amazon who had fawned over her new friend Sarah through the glass wall before nap time. Two questions danced in her mind demanding immediate answers, why was she here and what did she want?  The door opening got the attention of Student Nurse Amalia Goodnight, “Oh, Hi Mrs Clark… how did it go with the lady who was interested in adopting baby Sarah?” Distracted from her task Amalia did a poor job of taping the dry disposable around Heather’s squirming bottom, more interested in the intentions of the woman who had held, bottle fed and changed little Sarah’s diaper before dressing her in a soft flannelette baby gown earlier.  Kimberly smiled, “That was Evelyn Diapee. She is infatuated with Little Sarah. Because of her size she is a perfect fit for Amazon newborn clothes, a pram and a bassinet, we don’t often get little’s that small and when we do they are quickly adopted. Mrs Diapee has completed the provisional paperwork and requested Sarah be regressed to newborn status.  Amalia had no experience with adoptions, “Is the process for adoption of a little that quick.” “Mrs Diapre is pre cleared Amalia, that makes it a much quicker process. When Baby Sarah wakes this afternoon from her nap this afternoon please bring her through to the surgical assessment centre for the next step to begin. As Iv’e already told Mrs Diapre, Baby Sarah will either past with flying colors and be reborn in a simulated birth with her new Mommy in two weeks or she will have failed to make the grade and be sent to an etiquette school for further training before implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth.” What Heather heard rocked the foundations of her existence. The mousy haired petite portal little she had made friends with that morning was destined for a second babyhood, one that would be a real systemic collapse of her own identify, akin to a rolling devastating earthquake, with an outcome that would be so far from her current reality than she could ever imagine. All going to plan two things were going to change and be changed permanently. Little Sarah’s world would soon consist of the trappings of babyhood, her bed would be a crib, her table a highchair tray, her transportation a pram, her world view framed through the wooden bars of a crib or the mesh of a playpen and her panties thick, plastic backed, fluff cellulose pulp with sticky tapes to hold them in place - diapers, but not just any diapers - Amazon Baby Diapers. They were the thing that would be changed multiple times every day. When she arrived in Terra there had been enough panties in her suitcase for her to change them daily. Since being taken by the Amazon in the hotel carpark she had been back in baby diapers and made to use them for all of her bodily needs… that was the changed equation, not changed once a day like her grown up panties, changed multiple times each and every day because they were either wet or poopy. That fact brought her back to the present, Sarah had escaped. If she was found implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth would most likely be her fate if she was caught. Feigning ignorance Heather still could not help panicking that her new friend would be caught. As that sense of panic coursed through her body another issue arose, the diaper loosely taped around her bottom warmed as her bladder involuntarily released. OMG she thought, I’ve just peed in another diaper.  Looking past the Student Nurse who had been left in sole charge of the nursery Kimberley Clark spied the second little that Evelyn Diapee had expressed an interest in. “So this is little Heather then? Has she been well behaved for you Amalia?” Deferring to a higher authority Amalia nodded her head, “She has been a doll Mrs Clark, no problems so far and I’ve just changed her wet nap time diaper for a dry one.”  Towering above the petite girl on the baby change table Kimberly chuckled, “ I hope you do a better job of diapering the rest of your charges than you have this time Amalia.” It was more than obvious that the Student Nurse had been distracted from her diapering task, she had done a poor job of taping the now wet disposable around Heather’s squirming bottom. “Perhaps you should have been more interested in the changing her diaper than asking me about the intentions of the woman who had held, bottle fed and changed her little friend earlier.” As Kimberley observed the girl a yellow line appeared in the centre of the diaper between the girl’s short legs. There was no mistaking what that meant as it slowly crept way up the front the diaper. “She is wet again Amalia, I will change her for you, watch closely, you need to ensure her diapers are on nice and snug or they will leak. The wet diaper was untaped, pulled out from under the girl’s bottom and tossed into a nearby diaper pail. With a thick daytime disposable diaper in hand Adoption Coordinator Kimberley Clark grabbed the wriggly feet and legs of the petite tourist in one hand, lifted them until her bottom was clear of the change table then slipped the crinkling disposable diaper under the girl’s small bottom. “If I didn’t know she was a portal little Amalia I would have thought that Little Heather here was an Amazon baby with that cute unblemished bottom still small enough to fit toddler diapers.” Positioning the girl on the diaper she swiftly lowered her legs back down to the waterproof cover of the change table. The girl was petite, like her new friend she was a good fit for Amazon baby diapers and that gave Kimberley Clark an idea. “What time is the Fostermom coming to pick her up Amalia?” Checking the daysheet Amalia smiled, five p.m. Mrs Clark, she is looking after another girl as well that  is the daughter of an inmate who is appearing before the judge again next week on Little Trafficking charge’s. The Mom and her daughter have a full day supervised visit that concludes at five p.m.” “Perfect, that gives me four hours,” the Adoption Coordinator said as she scooped the diapered girl up and carried her toward the door. “I will have her back to you by 4.45 p.m. ready for the Fostermom to collect her.” Heather felt her pulse begin to race as she was scooped up and carried from the room by the woman who she already knew was the Centre Adoption Coordinator. Was she about to be adopted? That made no sense, she wasn’t a daycare student here. She was only being looked after until the other FosterMom came back for her and the Diane’s daughter when their supervised visit ended. Her senses were now awake, they were in a corridor she hadn’t seen before, it had private offices on either side with names on the doors.  David Lash - Superintendent Marika Honeywell - Operations Director Jacquie Kýrios - Chief Guard  Michaela Hupotassó - Nursing Director Rounding the corner the corridor opened up, three offices with a waiting room at the end. Daycare Duty Nurse - Margaret Jackson. That name was familiar. Racking her brain Heather linked the name to when she had arrived with her Fostermom. Margaret Jackson had been the friendly smiling nurse who had taken her from the Fostermom and delivered her to the daycare centre.  The next door had a name she also knew, Sandra Luvv - Daycare Administrator. The woman who had immobilised her new friend Sarah before putting her in a pram and wheeling her into the viewing room where she watched another large Amazon woman fawn over her as if she was an actual baby. That was a close call she thought, it could just have easily been her subjected to being bottle-feed and changed by a woman who was clearly intending to adopt a little small enough to be a baby. As they were about to walk past it the door opened and the woman who Heather recognised stepped out into the corridor and stopped them with a question, “Great timing Kimberley, how did it go with Mrs Diapre?” “We have a contract Sandra, Mrs Diapre was very pleased with Little Sarah, she wants a newborn so I’ve asked Amalia to take her through for a surgical assessment when she wakes form her nap this afternoon.” “That’s a good result Kimberley, and what about this little munchkin, Where is she going in just a diapee? “Mrs Diapre expressed an interest in her as well. I’ve reached out to the Adopted Angels Agency, they have a potential placement for her but are also happy for us to propose an alternative.” “Oh, that makes sense, do you have someone in mind?” “Sure do, she is waiting in my office currently. It looks like you are about to leave for the day, I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.”  “Yes… I”m running late so need to get my skates on.  I have an appointment with the Accountant in the city, the end of year tax assessment is due.” Leaning in she ruffled Heathers hair, “see you later cutie…and don’t forget if you can’t be a good little tot for your potential new Mommy we have ways of making you behave.” It wasn’t an idle threat and Heather knew it. Being diapered was bad enough, the whole idea of implantation in an Amazon woman’s womb, twenty seven months of gestation and then a traumatic rebirth through a vaginal canal was totally abhorant, there was no way she wanted to go through that nightmare.  “Here we are little one,” the Woman carrying her announced in a childlike voice as they stopped in front of the next door, its sign announcing who the office belonged to, Kimberly Clark - Littles adoption Coordinator. “Are you ready to meet a nice lady who wants to be your new Mommy?” “Naa waaa…. Naa waayy”, Heather pleaded from behind the pacifier that plugged her mouth. In a panic she struggled to break free of the woman’s grip. The door to the office clicked open, the sound of the latch releasing was like a gunshot, a singular shot that had the potential to define her future.  “Here she is, one little cutie just the perfect size to be a forever toddler for her new Mommy… I’ve just change her diaper so it should last until you get home.”