Sissy Room

Oh dear... You must have been tired. I got up early to help out a friend and it was sleet and blowing wind. But by ten the sun came out. So my schedule was 'off' a bit, but nothing like yours. Your body must be trying to tell you something (as in... it wanted some rest).

I'm on there but kinda gave up on it as it was just dumping hate post after hate post on me.   I'm onyxlion.bsky.social

There was some truth with what Emily said but that was in the early days, now Camilla was happy to have more of a toddler teen than an itty baby, but she still wanted a little baby that's why she was happy to have Emily. "In the early days Emily, but now I have a new little itty bitty baby to just shower with hugs, kisses and cuddles now." Camilla then gently kissed Emily forehead then cheek and then her tummy making sure to blow a raspberry which got the girl to squeal and laugh.

Releasing now that the story forms are back up and running, this is a shorter chapter and I still aim to release the other chapter tomorrow, as planned. Chapter 12 - The DHLS Visit. ========== Wendy smiled down at Sarah while she took her nap, their form completely limp and helpless with just the faintest bit of hand gripping fur as if on instinct. She felt like her heart was beating out of her chest and her tail kept lifting and lowering out of some sense of satisfaction or contentment. Sarah had barely been asleep for half an hour when her phone rang. She sighed, looked at her phone, then read the caller ID. DHLS. “Lizzie, get Sarah to bed please.” Wendy said quickly before answering the phone. “Hello, Dr Wendy Chambers speaking.” “Dr. Chambers, this is Sarai Cylbeth of the DHLS wanting to follow up with you about scheduling a visitation. Is now a good time?” “Just give me one second, Sarah just started to nap and we’d like to let her stay asleep.” Wendy said quietly as Lizzie scurried over and carefully lifted Sarah up and carried her upstairs. “Okay, we should be good now. How can I help?” “I had a client request to reschedule and there’s an opening for myself and Sarah’s representative to come over tomorrow morning. Would you be available at 8:30?” Sarai asked. “Yeah, we have no plans. We’ll need to do some cleanup since we just got a bunch of toys and furniture for her-” “That’s fine. We know how parents can be when they’ve gotten a new adoption and realize there’s more to get than they first shopped for.” Sarai empathized, adding, “Tomorrow you can expect us to go over her history, mental and physical status, her prospects for adoption, and since we see you’re in the process of applying for her adoption, what you can expect on that front. I’ll give you more details when we meet. I strongly encourage you both to make sure all paperwork is finished before end of workday today so the systems can run the assessment and we can revise our initial determination appropriately.” “You’ve… already made a determination?” Wendy asked, swallowing hard. “Not in the way you’re thinking. I’ll explain more in person.” Sarai assured. “Please just focus on being ready for our visit, have your documents ready and some papers to keep notes on what we discuss. Sarah’s representative will be having her go through the adoption paperwork that would normally be filed on Earth. Her approval is already decided, considering the circumstances, but this will let us calculate compatibility with our database of adoptive parents.” “Oh. Okay then.” Wendy said, feeling far less sure of herself now. “Anything else I should know?” “Not at this time. I just wanted to schedule our meeting if you were available while I was between clients. I’ll see you tomorrow at 830 in the morning.” Sarai said. “Sounds good.” Wendy said, apprehension clutching at her heart as the phone disconnected.  Lizzie just came down the stairs and looked at Wendy, slowing down significantly and paying close attention to her. “Everything ok?” “We need to clean up and sort everything out… DHLS is coming tomorrow morning at 8:30.” “Did they say what they wanted?” “Only that we’ll be going over her history, how she’s doing, her… adoption prospects… and what we can expect for adoption.” Wendy said, “You should double check that all your forms are filled out right. I’ll be doing that while Sarah naps and then we will want to clean up from there.” “You got it.” Lizzie nodded, moving into action. ---------- Sarah woke from her nap, surprised to find that a full hour and a half, almost two hours had passed. Wendy was at the desk by her crib, where Sarah had found herself woken from, and her tablet and headphones were nearby, plugged in to outlets on the wall she hadn’t noticed before. Wendy was pouring over some kind of form on the screen, but Sarah had barely managed to see what Wendy was up to before Wendy had turned the screen off, given her some gentle caresses on the head and shoulder, then offered her tablet and headset. “I’ve set these up for you so everything will work the way you’d like. We’ll need to set up your fingerprint and facial unlocks later, but Lizzie and I have a sudden appointment tomorrow and we need to clean up the house for it. Lizzie and I both are in your contacts so if you need anything, use your digital pen from the case right here,” Wendy paused to show where a cushion in the case was able to pop out of the case when pressed, revealing a pen-like stylus, “and you can write your messages to us. Talents don’t really work on electronics well, so try not to lose that pen. We will probably be noisy so if it gets to be too much, you can put the headset on. Is that ok?” Sarah fumbled, finally making a fist with her hand and rubbed at her eyes ineffectually before yawning and stretching. Finally registering she had a question asked, she nodded. Sarah found herself kept in the crib with the bars raised for the rest of the day. She explored the tablet’s functions and how to navigate it, mostly relieved that it ran just like most tablets and touch-screen interfaces usually did. She could hear the furniture being lifted and the sound of a vacuum cleaner running downstairs, at which point she buried herself in the headset, turned on some of the noise cancelling, and started her research on the world. Sarah’s access to the general world was extremely limited. She couldn’t browse what she assumed was the internet, nor see any news to get an idea of the political or geographic landscape. There was a program that seemed to run like wikipedia, but it was explicitly ‘for littles’ and bragged about how it restricted some content such that all one could find out were basic facts about anything they’d see in their day to day life as well as find various toys and hobbies that were analogous to earth hobbies and franchises. The shopping app was similarly limited, only letting Sarah find things she was interested in, adding it to a wishlist, and then rating items on a scale of 1 to 10 for interest level. Clearly the idea of a little purchasing anything was absurd in this culture, but Sarah could understand now that Wendy had given her the roundabout explanation. It wasn’t until dinner-time that she was retrieved and allowed to see what had happened downstairs. Nearly every surface had been scrubbed, vacuumed, straightened out, and all loose items had been put away. Sarah wouldn’t have said either of them were messy people, but this made them look almost fastidious about cleanliness. The scent lingering in the air wasn’t the normal citrusy or flowery scent, but something fruity. A small machine was sucking in the air near the island from above and blowing it out along the floor, though what it did, she had no idea. Wendy and Lizzie seemed to be busy talking about plans for tomorrow, trying to work around the appointment Wendy mentioned, and then it somehow turned into talk about next week’s game. Sarah just tuned them out and resumed her research on various hobbies that carried over from earth until dinner was served. The two ladies had made themselves some burgers with some kind of sprouts instead of lettuce and mixed together sauces to add onto the buns. The smell made Sarah’s mouth water. <How long has it been since I’ve had real food… far too long…> Sarah thought to herself glumly. It wasn’t long before she was fed and the pair tried to help entertain her by showing her where all of her toys had been put away, surprising her with some that were under the couch as well as several that were on the box shelves in her room. She spent her time close to Wendy and Lizzie for most of the evening until she started to drift back to sleep. ---------- The morning came far faster than Wendy or Lizzie would have liked. Their sleep was intermittent, waking them up at 6 in the morning. Rather than fight it, they both did what they could to quietly get ready for the morning. Wendy dressed in her usual business attire she’d wear for lecturing larger groups and debates and Lizzie pulled out one of her matching blouses with a long dress. Both of them quietly snuck downstairs to make breakfast early so they could clean it up and take care of Sarah before the appointment. Sarah was well rested, only waking when Lizzie had gone up and gotten her changed. She was placed in one of the shirts that she had picked yesterday and some loose fitting pants that were cinched into place with strings that tied on the sides to each other and dangled down from the waistline. Once Sarah was fed and her medicine given, she was taken back upstairs to her room, this time placed onto her recliner near the play table and the chair Lizzie assembled yesterday. “We’re about to have visitors today, so please be good while we’re busy downstairs.” Wendy requested. ‘Yeah, I can be quiet. No problem. What’s this about?’ Sarah asked through her notepad “DHLS is visiting. We’ve got paperwork to deal with for taking care of you now that you’re out of the hospital. We hope it won’t be that long or a big deal.” Wendy reassured. ‘Ah, that’s ok, I understand.’ Sarah wrote, giving a small smile and a nod when Wendy checked. “Such a good girl.” Wendy smiled, giving her head a small ruffle before leaving the room. The vehicle carrying their visitors came slightly early, pulling into the driveway, seeming to pause for a minute, then shut off as the door opened. Out of the vehicle came a tall mouse figure in a blue polo-shirt and dark gray pants, carrying a tablet and clipboard. They went to the side and opened the passenger door, where they helped a smaller figure hop out, revealing a green polo-shirted human with a pair of large button pins on their chest. They were answered by Wendy almost instantly when they pushed the doorbell. “Hi!” Wendy said as she opened the door, trying to keep her voice level, “Sarai I presume?” “Yes, I’m Sarai Cylbeth, this is my associate, Christie Miller.” Sarai said, gesturing to the Human by her side. “Hello.” “Yes, you’re both expected. Please, come in. We can meet in the living room. Sarah’s just upstairs and to the left if you want to go straight there.”  “All in due time.” Christie answered, moving quickly into the room and looking around the place with interest. “Thank you for having us on such short notice.” Sarai said, moving over to the living room to take a seat by the coffee table. “I admit I am the sort who would like to jump right in with business. I find it is far less painful for all parties to take care of the main reason for the visit early and make our way to more pleasant subjects later. “That works just fine for me.” Lizzie said, moving to sit opposite their guest. “Lay it on us, please.” “I said yesterday in our call that we’re going to review Sarah’s history on earth, what we’ve been able to determine of her current condition, and her arrangements until she is adopted. First, I’d like to address your documents.” Sarai said as Wendy moved to sit down at the table next to her partner, both of them with notepads and writing utensils ready. She paused, looking over the pair as she noted their nervousness and mild eagerness. “I can safely say you both easily clear most of the requirements for adopting a little. The floorplan of the home appears to be rather small, but that’s rarely a necessary factor. As of today, you are officially her foster guardians with the approval of the DHLS in formal capacity while she undergoes the proper adoption process.” Wendy and Lizzie nodded, smiling and squeezing each other’s hands, but they could not hold back their worries. They did not want to let her go, but adoptions often took months, years sometimes for the littles. The paperwork warned that too much restrictiveness in adoption choices would result in long waits and made it clear that having or not having talents was never guaranteed. “With this recognition, we are permitted to go over her details with you like any other guardian would with their doctors.” Sarai explained, Christie taking the liberty to wander the home out of sight of the pair. “You are already aware of the state she was in when she was found, and we already approve of the hospital’s decision for how to best restore the damage and alterations she’s suffered. How would you describe her current responses to her situation?” “Well, bear in mind we’ve only had her for a few days at most.” Lizzie tried to qualify, “To me she seems like she’s observant, intelligent, pays plenty of attention to her surroundings… the worst she’s done is protested us picking out some clothes for her and asking nicely if she could pick some herself. Her voice is still recovering and she’s not tried to talk and strain her throat at all.” “I think she’s still struggling with the lack of control. She very much thinks of herself as an independent human, and in her defense, outside of Valis, she had lived her life that way, but the hospital said she would almost certainly stay a dependent human no matter who she was with.” Wendy said, trying to be diplomatic. “Other than that, she seems to be slowly relaxing. She almost looked content just yesterday after her meal before something interrupted her thoughts and she started getting dour. She wouldn’t open up to say what she was thinking about though.” “After what she’s been through, understandable. You’re not being evaluated yet, mind you. We’re just getting a baseline for her behavior so we can later learn how she’s improving.” Sarai informed. “While we have some concerns to her mental health, we’re approving her attending therapy once a week to help her work through everything she’s been through, and I don’t just mean with Valis.” “What do you mean?” Lizzie asked. “Well, here’s what we know. She was raised in a middle-class family, in middle school she was tested with one of their rudimentary intelligence tests and scored well above average, something the hospital substantiates to a mild extent. She graduated high school with low marks save for specific subjects like mathematics and chemistry. The next records we have are unemployment assistance that got denied, they applied for food assistance with no address on file, multiple police reports indicating they were homeless until they got support to go to school. They received a certificate in communications and have been in a cycle of employment, unemployment assistance, lapse of lease, and employment across several regions. Their most recent employment was the first to last more than two years.” “Oh wow…” Wendy gasped. Lizzie had no comment beyond staring at Sarai and their tablet. “This isn’t everything, but we suspect she had one of their primitive at-birth surgeries to make her align with their binary expectations of sex, as they were marked male and changed their name to Sarah as an adult, with an update to their birth certificate a few years later. While this can be a sensitive topic for humans, please do what you can to watch how she feels about her body. There’s a risk she did not have the outcome she would like and if she shows significant stress through the therapy, we will authorize a followup for correction. Our hospitals are rather thorough in making good estimates, but even we aren’t infallible.” “Of course.” Wendy said, her voice hushed as she pondered that news.  “That leads me to her adoption prospects.” Sarai said, bringing out her tablet and continuing, “Frankly, while it will initially look like she has some prospects now without any official diagnoses, if she rejects any regression and wishes to be treated as old as she can be, she has a very small pool of adoptive parents available to her. Most prefer the simplicity of humans without talents and those who are willing to be treated like a child, regressed or otherwise. Add in some restrictions on preferred sex fitting that same binary she might have been trying to avoid or the mental conditions, and we have next to no one available.” “You might have noticed, but we don’t mind if she has those kinds of divergence, as long as she’s not heavily impaired.” Wendy encouraged softly, nodding. “She’s been a good sport so far and it’s hard not getting attached when you see her in the hospital and see where she came from.” Lizzie emphasized.  “We did see that… We can’t promise anything yet, but that will help. Since you are fostering Sarah, you’ll be expected to take a few months before official adoption can be considered.” Sarai explained, then asked another question. “Your applications said you were looking to adopt one little, yes? How firm are you on that number?” “Well,” Wendy paused, looking to Lizzie quietly for a second before answering as she turned back to Sarai, “I’m used to my family having a few children in the household, growing up with them, and we were thinking over time if we got some raises and her business to grow, we’d like to have a second little. We think having a third would be out of our financial reach. Plus we need a bigger home to have a second little, let alone three.” “That’s about right for me.” Lizzie echoed. “Neither of us plan on having fur kids ourselves, and adoption seemed like the right choice so we can still take care of our wants to parent, but we’re trying to be smart about how fast we go. Why do you ask?” “Well, there are some conditions, but before that, I wanted to introduce you to someone.” Sarai said, tapping a spot on their tablet and turning it around to face the pair. ---------- Sarah was relaxing in her recliner, her tablet floating at a comfortable spot on her lap as she maneuvered the stylus to try some of the free games that she could play in her hunt for more requests from her parents. The headset was set aside on the armrest and she was engrossed in figuring out some of the mechanics of the ‘strategy’ game when she heard someone ask a question suddenly from her side. “Whatcha playing?” Sarah visibly jumped, her talent dropping the stylus and the tablet before trying to re-catch them both as she turned to face the sudden visitor. She saw a human, her first in many long months and stared in stunned silence. The woman’s skin was a moderate tan brown, like some of the darker mexican families she knew, or a mixed african-american descent person would be. Judging by the frizzy, well kept hair put in a half up, half down type of style, she suspected the latter. Sarah briefly thought she looked nice before she started again, blushing sheepishly as if then realizing she was asked the question and quickly tried to gather the tablet to open the title screen and show her. “Huh. You looked pretty invested in it. Do you like it?” Sarah shrugged, tapping away from the game and loading up a text app so she could communicate with it instead of writing on a notepad. She wasn’t sure if she’d be any faster this way, but it was more convenient at the moment.  ‘Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I don’t know if there’s any games I like over here so I’m trying demos and free things. I’m Sarah. Who are you?” “Hi Sarah, I’m Christie with the Department of Human and Little Services. I joined the trip to meet your foster parents so we could talk things over and make sure you’re taken care of. We don’t have to start right now if you aren’t ready, but I do have some forms I want you to look at filling out over the next few days. The sooner the better. Mind if I take a seat and we get to talking?” Sarah shrugged, tapping, ‘Sure, I don't mind. Might be why Lizzie put my chair there.’ “Thanks.” Christie said.  Christie walked over to the available seat across the table, Sarah noticing the familiar sound of plastic rustling under the knee length black skirt. When she sat down, she placed down a notebook and a smaller tablet that seemed more proportional to her size than Sarah’s own. <Maybe she just likes her tablets smaller? I always did like the bigger laptops.> Sarah mused before Christie spoke up. “Let’s start with the easy stuff.” Christie voiced. “How are you doing?” Sarah shrugged, then gathered her tablet and stylus to type her response. ‘I’m managing. They’re taking care of me, they seem to be looking out for my interests. When they say no, they explain why, even if not right away.’ “I see. That is good, but not quite what I meant. How are you really doing?” Christie asked, emphasizing that word. “What are you feeling, what do you want, all of that.” ‘I’ Sarah typed, pausing and hesitating as she felt her eyes turn downward toward the edge of the table. She stayed like that for several seconds as she processed what was said, then set down her tablet and stylus, putting it into standby mode, then grabbed her notepad and multi-ink pen to start writing more extensively. ‘I’m probably scared, not of Wendy or Lizzie but just this place. I’m not a child and I’m learning others are going to treat me like one. I was starting to have a career for once, working alongside people I actively enjoyed being with. I could have been underpaid and I’d be fine with it. My life was finally being stable… and once again, that stability was taken away. I got turned into a plaything and treated as an object for however many weeks, then stayed in the hospital for another couple weeks minimum just to get my body fixed up. I’m missing my voice and don’t talk or cry for fear I'll hurt something and make it take longer or never come back at all. My hands and feet are taking a while to be usable, making me feel like an adult trapped in an infant’s mind despite knowing I’m not an infant in body- oh wait, they made me need diapers and i don’t know if I’ll get that back and am only praying that i do.’ When she wrote that paragraph, she tore that page off carefully and levitated it off to Christie, who began reading as she wrote on. ‘I’m dealing with all of that and I’m just trying so hard to focus on the good things. Like for now, Wendy and Lizzie are letting me stay at their place, they’re trying to talk to me like I’m an adult, they’re making sure I take my medications regularly, so it all seems nice. Like everything else, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop to find out ‘whoops, they’re not your guardians anymore, you’re on your own kid!’ and once again have to fend for myself because-’ Sarah stopped writing, her breath catching in her throat. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to carefully show Christie the rest of what she wrote before doing what she often did to keep herself calm, breathing exercises. “That’s… a lot.” Christie acknowledged as Sarah focused on her breathing. “Sarah, please know that you are not going to be dropped and left to fend for yourself. I know almost everyone has told you this, but no matter who you end up with, whether it’s Wendy and Lizzie or any other family who adopts you, you are going to be looked after for life. Ok? You aren’t going to have to struggle or fend for yourself. Do you know what I do for the department?” Sarah listened, opening her eyes and trying to keep her watery eyes from getting worse as she briefly rubbed at them, then shook her head. “I help process the intake forms for humans who want to be adopted. I know you didn’t choose this, but I think you’ll benefit from filling out some of the forms anyway.” Christie said, loading up something on her tablet as she talked. “This form is a list of questions that applicants fill out, covering all kinds of things to have as happy a life as they can once they’re adopted. It covers things like memories being kept, changing your physical age, whether you go back to a child-like enjoyment of everything. You can volunteer for physical or mental limitations but it definitely doesn’t sound like you would. Your sex can be changed to be different if you want… the part I think you’ll care about most is going to be about the family you’d want to be adopted into.” Christie seemed to pause, looking intently at Sarah, who had been partly listening, bobbing her head slightly as she avoided eye contact up until that last sentence. She looked up and gave a more clear nod. “You’ll find a lot here, from how much say you have on who adopts you, if you keep your first or last name, how many parents you want to have, which type of parent you prefer, what siblings you’re willing to have, fur or human, the list goes on.” Christie said, then gestured at Sarah’s tablet. “If you’re up for it, I can send it to your tablet and you can fill it out and send it back to me when you’re ready.” Sarah all too readily took up the tablet, turned it on, then hovered it within Christie’s reach. “Thank you, it won’t take but a minute.” Christie said, tapping on the larger tablet in a few places, then tapped her own. “All right, it’s sent and I’ve added the DHLS communication app to your tablet, so whenever you need anything, you can reach out there. It’ll have the form on there where you can fill it out and update it as we go up until you and the family select each other, or if they select you and you say you don’t want the choice. You get me.” Sarah nodded and took back the tablet with her talent and tested the new application. Sure enough, she could see a dashboard for messages to and from staff as well as the documents page where the ‘Human Adoption Intake Form’ was found. She turned the screen back off and went back to her notepad. ‘If I am satisfied with their care, may I make the request to stay? If they feel the same, I mean.’  “I don’t see why not. The important part in this process is helping you find a family where you can be happy and taken care of.” Christie said. Sarah nodded, then wrote slowly, ‘Obviously I don’t know much right now. I’ve been through a lot, and they’ve only had me in their home for a couple days. That said, they’ve made a good first impression. Just something to consider. Is there anything else I can do for you?’ “You don’t have any other questions for me?” she asked. ‘Depends on how much time you have. I don’t know what time-frames adoptions take. I don’t know what the requirements are for a guardian to satisfy DHLS’ guidelines, if any. I don’t know if there’s any recourse if my relationship with my guardians sour and if I have to request a change. I don’t know if they can give me up if they grow tired of me… Again, I don’t think these two would do so, but I need to investigate just in case.’ “Mmm, I have time, at least enough to answer these. If you were on earth, you’d be expected to live your life there as normal until you were selected. You’d have appointments to learn about the adoptive family and gain your approval or just keep you informed as you like. Your relationship with your family is very important. It is very difficult to change or transfer a little, about as difficult as it is for a biological parent to give away their child. We do extensive testing to make sure the families who apply are not likely to abandon or give up their humans. It’s not perfect, no system is, but it’s done a good job so far. You would have to report abuse to be taken away from them, and if no abuse is happening, regression would likely be recommended.” Christie answered, shifting in her seat as she tried to cross her legs and failed to do so. “If some of the worst should happen, we do have regular visits to evaluate how everyone in the family is doing. You’ll have chances to let us know if there’s any problems that arise so if they do grow tired of caring for you or you don’t get along with them because they’re not taking care of you, whatever it may be, we will be available to help.” Sarah just nodded, feeling like that was an overly big promise to make, but she couldn’t challenge that politely. She had heard this kind of talk before. It was all ‘the right thing to say’, but she had no way of knowing if they meant it or would have the power to follow through with it. “You ok?” ‘Just processing. This is a lot to go through, and I just need time. I don’t have any other concerns coming to mind.’ Sarah wrote, then after she did, she added ‘I will review the form and try to have an initial answer before the end of the day. I- I admit I do not know what would be best for me long-term, but I will relay what I think I want and we can figure that out from there.’ “That sounds very reasonable to me.” Christie reassured. “There’s not much rush right now. Wendy and Lizzie are your foster parents as far as the law is concerned, so they have all the rights to take care of you until you settle on anyone else. Still, the sooner you fill out the form, the sooner we can put together a list of compatible options and you can start considering your choices.” Sarah nodded, writing out, ‘Thanks, I think. Sorry I’m not more pleasant company right now. I’ll try to stay in touch.’ “Don’t worry about it. We know what’s going on.” Christie said, gathering her notebook, Sarah’s offered responses, and tablet as she stood. “It was nice meeting you, and I’ll be keeping tabs on your progress. We’ll see about having a meeting in a month, figure out how you’re feeling by then. If you want to meet after you submit your form, by two weeks I should be able to let you know what to expect from that point like you were back on earth.” ‘I might like that. Thank you. Have a safe trip and enjoy your workday.’ Sarah wrote. “Thank you Sarah, you enjoy the rest of your day too.” Christie smiled before moving to go out the door. ----------   Chapter 12.5 - The Forms ========== Bonus chapter to be filled later, holds the forms that both wendy/lizzie filled and Sarah’s, to show similarities and differences. Section subject to change as the process gets refined later. (spoiler, it did not get refined later.) Wendy/Lizzie: The form they filled requested things like their name, profession, length of tenure, annual salary, home size, and other residents in home. Below are the questions asked relating to their adoption. Please indicate the preferred maturity of your adoptee: Any, including adult. What preferences do you have for the following: Select ‘no preference’, not important, important, very important, or deal-breaker where appropriate. Physical Age: 18-30, important Sex: no preference Gender: no preference Physical Age reduction: some de-aging, not important Mental age reduction/regression: no preference Mental health: some neuro-divergence acceptable, important. Other: must be able to socialize or interact with family and close friends. Physical inhibitions preferred: none, no preference Communication capability: full, very important. Surgery support level: Correct any problem found, additional notes: whatever needed for little’s health or they request. If you had your choice, how much of their old life would you want your little to remember: only the good things, not important. How important is having the little select you for their family: important How important is giving the little a new first name: not important How important is giving the little your surname: not important Do you plan on giving the little more siblings, fur or human, in the future: not sure, yes How much experience do you have with littles: some How would you describe your parenting style: Permissive How physically active is the family: somewhat active How religiously inclined is your family: mild What environment do you prefer your homes to be in: city How close to other littles do you prefer to be: close ---------- Sarah: In addition to basic details similar to the fur parent adopters, the following questions were asked of Sarah. Your condition How much do you want to remember of your old life: everything, very important How like your real age would you want to look: younger, not important How much younger do you want your mind to be like: no regression at all, very important How much younger do you want your body to be like: not physically regressed, important How much physical mobility do you want: I want all my mobility, very important How much verbal ability do you want: I will speak as an adult would. Deal-breaker I want my gender to be recognized as: female, other: open to suggestion. Very important Do you want surgery to match your body to your gender: Unsure Your new family: Family selection preference: I want to select my family First name preference: I will let my family decide, important Surname Preference: I want to adopt my new family’s surname, important. Parent count: two parents, more than two parents, very important Select what applies: I prefer a mother, important. Fur sibling preferences: no preference Human sibling preferences: no preference Family human experience level: some experience, not important Family parenting style: permissive, very important. Note: strict parenting is deal-breaker, will not accept. Family physical activity: somewhat active, important Family religious levels: not religious, very important. Environment: Preferred living environment: City or Suburb, important Proximity to other humans: no preference Medical: I want medical interventions to correct the following: Correct any problem found  

Camilla was no fool; she could see that this was a trap set by Emilly to put Maddison under a great deal of stress. Laughing loudly and gleefully, Emilly seized the opening to strike: "See? I’m right, aren’t I? You also think it’s impossible for her to agree to act like a big baby in public—that’s why you’re changing the subject," Emilly’s sharp tongue lashed out. "You clearly don’t like her being a teenager; you’d much rather have Maddison as a tiny baby—wearing an incredibly thick diaper, using a suppository to make a mess, and dressed in little mittens and booties."