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13   The question of his future was pushed to the immediate background when Jenny and Jake stood at the beginning of midday before a mansion on the other side of town one day later. "Recognize it?" She asked He shrugged. "I climbed in a back window...............it was evening, I was to nervous to look at anything else" Jake clinged on to the tin of cookies he baked with Jenny's help. It now seemed a meager peace offering. His other hand stayed firmly clasped in her hand. Seeking support. "I'm scared, Mrs. Jenny" She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Still want to do this? I talked to the lady this morning, she sounded friendly and is willing to meet you." Jake shuddered but nodded. Jenny rang the doorbell. After a short while they heard footsteps coming to the door. It opened to a slim woman. She looked slightly older than Mrs. Jenny, Jake estimated while he moved slightly behind her. She looked them both over before breaking a small smile, letting them know they were welcome. "You must be Mrs. Miller and," she looked directly at him now, "you must be Jake. Please come in, I'm Mrs. Anderson." She lead them to a nice kitchen that revealed someone as addicted to cooking as Mrs. Jenny, Jake thought while taking in his surroundings. Mrs. Anderson turned towards him and waited, resulting in an awkward silence. Keeping his eyes down he mustered all his courage, sticking the cookie jar out in trembling hands. "Mrs. Andersson....I... I'm... He stopped when she lifted a finger. "Wait a moment Jake. First, lets put these cookies on the table before they end all over the floor. I'm surprised they don't fly trough my kitchen already with the way you're shaking. Second, though I understand you broke into my house, I'm not the one you should apologize to." She raised her voice. "Robin! I know you're upstairs, eavesdropping. Please come down. There's someone here who wants to tell you something!". Jake heard a stumble on the stairs and a girl who was a couple of years older than he barged in. She wore a pair of Levi's and a long sleeved t-shirt. Her blond hair curled to her shoulders. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him. Putting her hands in her side and looking him over. Suddenly Jake felt very vulnerable and small in his shorts and t-shirt hoping his trainers weren't to visible, feeling they were already filled. He should have changed into a clean one before leaving. "Robin, these are Mrs. Miller and Jake" Mrs Anderson introduced. "Jake, this is my niece Robin. The necklace is hers, so if you want to apologize you should talk to her" Put off tracks by this sudden change of audience and with all eyes on him now, he found making excuses to someone only slightly older was very different than saying sorry to a grown-up. He tried to do his best but the words just wouldn't form right in his mind. Not looking at her he stumbled:  "I''m really sorry miss....about taking....and I....." "So you're sorry....."  Robin cut him short.  "Have you any idea what you have done?...No...i don't think so. Let me tell you then exactly what you have done." She took a step in his direction to get herself right in front of him. "You, don't know what that necklace, was........is, don't you? Well, it was a present from my mother, handed down through generations. And it's the only thing...." Robin cut her sentence off to proceed on another line.  "Anyway it's priceless! I cried for day's when we discovered it was stolen. I thought it was lost forever. And who did that to me? YOU!" Robin got worked up. Admonishing the most blistering and colorful words she could think off. All he could do was stay standing, letting her steamroll him. His only thought that this was going so much different from the man in the shop! "And you know what the worst part is, Jake, - she deliberately put a lot of emphasis on his name – You! broke into our house! Do You! know how scared i was thinking of a big powerful burglar in our house? I haven't felt safe since. My aunt had to lock all doors double every evening and I haven't opened the window of my room since. You made me being scared of... and now we find out we've only been afraid of YOU!" Robin poked her finger at his chest throwing the words in his face. "I can't believe we were robbed and made afraid of by, by such a little, tiny, sniveling thief!" Jake started to feel tears coming to his eyes. This wasn't going well. "How old are you, anyway?" Robin demanded. "T... Ten....and I'm really.... " he stammered still trying to at least say sorry again while what he really wanted was to disappear under the floor right now. "Well you don't look ten to me," Robin continued coolly while she look him over. "with that childish shirt and..." Her eyes were fixed on his shorts. Scrutinizing them. "Wait, ....are that trainers you're wearing?" Jake cheeks reddened, confirming her incredulously voiced question. He felt Mrs. Jenny's hands on his shoulders, offering at least some support, but that couldn't rescue him from this girls wrath. "So, you're not only a little thief but also a pants wetting thief. Oohhooh!...."  Her lips curled in a cruel smile, laughing at him, sensing a way for revenge and grabbing the opportunity in both hands.  "If you wet your pants in the day, you certainly must wet your bed and if you're already in trainers during the day then..." Jake turned beetred, again confirming her suspiscion. "I'm right am I? You hafta wear diapers at night, like a baby!" She exclaimed. "So we got robbed by a baby thief! Oh this is good!." She really got into pounding him all the way now.  "You know what I'll do. I'll find out were your school is and tell everybody what a pants wetting, snickering diaper thief you are. A tiny diapered baby thief. Heck, I'll tell your whole neighborhood! You can say goodbye to whatever friend you might have there!" That did it. Jake couldn't keep his tears in any longer. They rolled across his face, his eyes down. "Babythief!. keep crying!" She pressed on. "That is quite enough, young lady!” Mrs. Anderson interceded in a stern voice. A stress filled silence filled the kitchen. Only Jake's soft sobbing broke trough. "Now let's take a deep breath. I suggest we take a seat at the table and get our bearings together. If you could take a seat there Mrs. Miller, Jake and Robin can sit opposite each other." She started pouring tea for Jenny and lemonade for Jake and Robin who silently mouthed 'babythief' to Jake whenever he dared glancing in her direction. He felt Mrs. Jenny's hand on his knee. "I said to knock it off, Robin!" Mrs. Anderson held Robin's oppositional glare in check.  "This will get you nowhere. Yes, I know what we went trough but I think you've had your little revenge now. Look at him, he's ten! Don't you think it's time to start acting civilized again?" She took a sip of her tea. And Jenny and Mrs. Anderson started a bit of smalltalk to ease the tension in the kitchen. Jake didn't pay much attention occupied as he was with the disastrous way this visit was turning out, hoping Mrs. Jenny and he could leave as soon as possible. He was startled out of his thoughts when Mrs. Anderson addressed him directly, "Now, mr. Jake, let's talk a bit. May I ask a question? Did I understand correct that it was your own idea to come here?" he nodded. "Can you tell us why you wanted that?" "Because.....because I....I'm really sorry and...I don't....." He looked imploringly to Jenny. With her help he succeeded in explaining his reasons to them both. Mrs. Anderson grinned when he finished. "Well, I think having my niece's face, putting the fear of god in you, before your eyes would make everyone think twice about ever entering someone's house uninvited again." "You see Robin," Mrs Anderson continued, drawing the girl in the conversation. "if I understand Mrs. Miller's story correct, Jake's actions were not entirely of his own volition. When you're ten and want to steal something, you go after candy, or a toy. How could he know about your necklace? Think about it. You're the clever one around here, you keep telling me. But he's paying the price for it. He has already gone through most of his punishment. And if I understand all the stories about this Correctional Center right, punishments there are usually quite severe, not something you would like to experience, I believe". Jenny acknowledged this with a serious nod. "But we are not part of his punishment, Robin. The point is, what we need to keep in mind, Jake didn't need to come here to make amends and excuses to our face, he could have just let it go and go on with the rest of his life. But he wanted to. Mrs. Miller here didn't push him. He came here to apologize to us and find a way to make sure he would never do something like that again. Doesn't that sound sincere to you? Not many do that. That was a decent act and must have taken a lot of courage, young man." Mrs. Anderson delivered the last statement with a friendly look at Jake. Lifting the atmosphere in the kitchen more. "I accept your apologies young man; and I must make excuses in return for the last words of my niece to you, it's none of her business..." She turned to Robin. "Robin, making fun off someone's condition and making treats are beneath you, especially you. Think about that too, will you please." She paused to let her words sink in. Turning to Jenny again. "Now Mrs. Miller, may I ask what you and Jake put in those cookies, and let's try some" "Call me Jenny, please." Mrs. Anderson and Jenny started their conversation again and let Jake and Robin stew on what had been said. Jake felt a lot better now at Mrs. Anderson's unexpected kind words and could see Robin chewing on a bit of her hair. Thinking the unexpected admonishment from her aunt over. She observed him, and was obviously getting bored with the talk of the two ladies. Finally, she offered him a slight smile. "May we be excused aunt Alice, and may I show Jake my room?" Robin earned a surprised but approving nod from her aunt as she detected no hidden agenda on her face.  Jake, also stunned at this apparent sudden change of mood, got an approving nod from Mrs. Jenny also. He let Robin take him up the stairs because he could hardly refuse her, couldn't he? They could hear Aunt Alice and Jenny really hitting it off about their joint hobby: cooking. "I know my aunt, and if she starts talking like that, it will take hours," Robin explained to him in a much friendlier tone, opening the door to her room. Jake looked round with surprise. It didn't look like a girls room at all. It was filled with all kinds of models. From ships to airplanes, cars and trains. Scattered around were all kinds of technical stuff and electrical parts to put together into working motors inside the models. "Wow!" was all he could stammer. "Yeah I know, just like to build these kind of things. Don't expect any dolls or plushies in here." She started showing him and soon they were working together on some of her projects. Though Robins stance toward him seemed turned around a180 degrees and Jake's initial wariness was fading off, he wasn't yet completely sure of her attitude change. And he still had to.... "I'm really sorry for all the trouble, you know" he stammered again. Robin only nodded. "And I was really angry. But my aunt is right. I'm older, I have to be the wiser, its been a while since it happened.....And now I've seen you....No sense in staying mad... I'm sorry if I scared you." And that was just that. "How old are you? Jake asked "Twelve, they say I'm big for my age, and very mature. You're handy with this you know. All my friends just want to play house, do makeup and talk about boys. Yuck! .... Nice to have someone who likes my stuff." “It's awesome!” He dared the question that had been on his mind the moment he had seen her. "Why do you live with your aunt?" Robin kept her eyes on the piece in her hands. "When I was young I was staying a weekend with her. That weekend our house burned down with my mom and dad... and everything in it. Nothing left. She just had given me that necklace." Jake's eyes started making water as she delivered this declaration flat, seeming without emotion. "Oh, that's...." "a long time ago, not your fault and you didn't know when ...." Robin let her word's trail off. "Anyway, your mom seems nice" "My mom? Oh you mean Mrs Jenny? ....she's not my mom." "Oh, thought so... You two look alike." Jake had never thought about that until Robin said it, strange that he hadn't seen this for himself earlier. "No, I've never known who my parents are, or were. Mrs. Jenny is from the center. I'm staying with her because...." Working on the devices made it easy to talk for both of them, discovering they had much in common. And Robin was the first one near his age Jake could talk to in weeks. He told about his stay in the center and earned some respect in her eyes. "Wow! Aunt Alice never spanked me!. And you say Mrs. Jenny?....wow! ... does it hurt? "You wouldn't believe it!” he boasted slightly. “I thought at first I was lucky not to get them in the center anymore but Mrs. Jenny... you don't want to be on her lap, your bum burns all through the next day!" "But still you like her, and she likes you, I can see!" Robin seemed puzzled. "Yeah, because she's also nice. She doesn't really want to hurt me and cares about me and...." Jake's voice trailed off: Why did she like him anyway? She had said she really liked him a couple of day's ago. And why did he like her? She pulled the whole diaper act on him, didn't she? But he liked waking up in a warm bed. And that dresser? That was so embarrassing at first! But he liked how she rubbed and tickled him with her soft warm hands. That somebody took care of him. He liked how her voice sounded, friendly, sometimes funny. She saw him as somebody on his own, not as something useful to have around. What about the end of this week? What is going to happen with me in my old home? … Why do I say 'old home'? … Do I have to go 'home'? … Do I want to go 'home'? His thoughts were interrupted by Robin's "Uh oh...!" pointing at a growing wet spot on his pants and the carpet he was sitting on. He hadn't noticed. Jake turned red again but Robin sprung into action matter of factly, not making any fun of him. "Come on, we must tell your Mrs. and my aunt!” She tugged him back the stairs into the kitchen were Alice and Jenny were chatting and mixing all kinds of ingredients and cooking ware around. From the oven came mouthwatering smells. Both women looked with surprise at this interruption and at the way Jake and Robin seemed to have become friends. Just as they had. Jake could see that it pleased Mrs. Jenny. "Aunt Alice, Jake's pants are leaking!" Robin announced as if santa was coming to town. "Oh dear" Jenny started to dust off her hands. "Sorry about that Alice, and I'm afraid I forgot to bring a couple of spares with me. So I think we'll clean up in Robin's room and have to get....." "Nonsense Jenny," Aunt Alice said. "No need to leave, that cake is still a half hour away in the oven and you simply must take that home with you. The floor in Robin's room needs a good cleaning coming days anyway with all the stuff and fluids she's scattering around like it's her personal garage." She said it in a loving way, smiling fondly at Robin. "Robin, please be a dear and dig up that old dark blue sweat pant of yours that became to small, looks like it might fit him. And show them the guest room and the red box in the closet there." She turned to Jenny. "I'm afraid we don't have any boys undies, Jen, but in the box you'll find some cleaning stuff and a couple of disposables we've kept around." Robin led Jenny and Jake to the room, delivering her old sweats and showed them the contents of the red box: a package of wipes, a can of talcum, some disposable diapers in a big format and two pairs of slightly pinkish onesie t-shirts, just like the ones in the drawer at home. She lingered around and chatted to Jenny as if he wasn't there. "If you like some help, Mrs Miller, I've sat for a couple of little boys in the neighborhood." Jake turned beet red at her obvious suggestion, asserting herself suddenly far above him, but to his relief, Jenny thanked her graciously. "Thank you dear, but I'm sure we can manage. Now, if you can wait in the kitchen we'll be back in no time.” she shoved a disappointed looking Robin out the door. “And thank your aunt for all the help," Jake let out a sigh at this save while Jenny turned to him with a big smile, wagging her finger. "You owe me big time for this mister!" she laughed. "let's clean you up." She helped him out of both of his pants and still standing started to clean him back and front with the baby wipes. Quick but thorough. "Now, what shall we do with these?" Jenny said, holding one of the disposable diapers in her hands. It looked like the ones they had also in the daycare. Only bigger and plain white. "Can't I just put on the blue pants?" He suspected what Mrs. Jenny thought about that of course but tried anyway. "And have you wetting that one also? Wouldn't be very considerate to them don't you think? Besides, your friend knows already, and these seem to be just for a big kid like you. But we'll omit the powder this time so you won't smell babyish if that's what you're worried about. Nice to see you getting a friend by the way. I really like how this visit has turned out. Had not expected that in the beginning. Thought you were so brave when she flayed your hide in there. But you sometimes find friends in strangest places." While talking Jenny unfolded the diaper, fluffed it up, laid it on the spare bed in the room and pushed Jake unceremoniously backwards on it. She deftly folded the bottom part up between his legs, spread the wings and taped the sides up. Standing him up again she looked critically at the result. "It's sagging between your legs, we need to keep it in place, wait." She pulled his shirt of, dug up the smallest of the onesies and put it over his head, stretched the shirt down and clicked the buttons in his crotch together. “Much better,” she judged. “It fits like a charm.” This diaper was thinner around his waist than the trainers but that drew only more attention to the much thicker padding running in the middle. All the way from the front up to his back, Jake felt the bulky pressure between his legs. With the blue sweats and his shirt quickly on they were done in minutes, leaving him stunned at the speed and 'normality' with which he had been put in a diaper and onesie in the home of a stranger, during daytime.. When they entered the hall again, Robin was leaning against the wall, waiting for him. "Come-on! I want to finish that model with you." she said, drawing him to her room again, leaving Jenny behind, laughing after her and at the obvious conquest she was after. Inside her room Robin immediately turned on him. "Well? ..." she asked "Well what...?" Robin rolled her eyes and then looked directly at his bottom. "Oh, yeah" he replied smugly, understanding her meaning. She turned him around and patted his behind feeling for proof. "Hey!"  “Oh, that's really thick in the middle. It sticks out below.” "You tried to watch me getting these on!" "I've never seen a big boy in a big diaper....” Robin looked back naughtily at his accusation, unashamed. Suddenly she giggled, "You boys can be so dumb sometimes! … Why do you think we had these still around? … I wet my bed till I was around nine," stunning Jake with her carefree admission. “These were yours?” "Yup. I always thought I was the only one in the whole world, glad to know another now... anyway, I was just curious, wouldn't you be if roles were reversed?" That thought got both of them rolling on the floor. “How did you feel about it?” he asked when they were done laughing. “Like I said, lonely. But my aunt was nice, never made a problem about it, just changed me. Said it probably had to do with losing my mum and dad. What's your story?” “Always had to change my wet bed and stuff. It sucked. Mrs. Jenny started with them when I came to her house.” She pointed to his pants. “Do you have these also at home?” Jakes ears turned slightly red. “Uhm no.... Mrs. Jenny still has cloth ones and plastic pants... but they're not so bad. These stand out much bulkier in the middle.” “Does she change you?” He nodded “I have a big dresser in my room.” “Owww, that sounds so sweet.” She put her arm around him. "Don't worry. I'll never tell anyone, But don't feel lonely. You also know an other one now." They tinkered together on one of the models until a call from downstairs announced it was time to go. Jake and Jenny left late that afternoon with promises to keep in touch, a fresh baked cake and the contents of the red box at which Mrs. Anderson commented: "You never know, they might come handy sometime." Jake earned a parting hug from Robin. "You're cute, you know", she whispered in his ear, causing a couple of red cheeks again, while Jenny walked him, by hand, to her car. That evening, Jenny had a lot of fun teasing Jake that somebody had a crush on someone because that somebody had kept a certain diaper and slight pink onesie on, the whole evening long instead of changing into his regular clothes as soon as they got home.  

It started with Dana, naturally. She bounced into the common room just after dinner, tiara askew, a stuffed bunny tucked confidently under one arm, and that signature gleam in her eye—like she knew a secret and couldn’t wait to make it everyone’s business. There was something about the way she moved, the spring in her step, that made people pause mid-sentence. Dana didn’t just enter a room—she rewrote its rules. "Baby Dylan Appreciation Night," she announced, as if this sort of thing happened every week. A few heads turned. Then a few more. Some girls were already curled up on floor cushions with mugs of tea and fuzzy socks, but now they were sitting up straighter, curious. Interested. Amused. Whispers flickered like fireflies. "It’s official. Brought to you by the Committee for Unexpected Growth Spurts and Leaky Mid-terms." Dylan, halfway through pulling out his Psych notes, blinked. "Wait, what?" Libby rolled her eyes as she glided behind him, plucking his notebook like it was contraband. "Mid-terms are over, sweetie. And tonight? You’re off-duty." She gave his head a little pat before adding with a smirk, "Might even score yourself a bonus diaper change." He flushed instantly. Not because he thought she was serious—though with Libby, you never really knew—but because, by the time he looked up, the room had changed. Girls—dozens of them—were slipping into pajamas. Not just flannel pants or oversized hoodies, but full-on onesies. The kind toddlers wore. Clouds and strawberries and bunnies and little rubber duckies. Hoods with ears. Built-in feet. Zippers that went from chin to ankle. The kind of outfits no one wore unless they were absolutely certain of being loved. Some were already cuddled in pairs, braiding each other’s hair or trading bracelets. There was so much softness it was almost dizzying. And he… well. He hadn’t changed out of his. His blue sleeper, soft and familiar, made him feel comforted more than anything. Emma had made him change into it early, and while he'd suspected something was up, he hadn’t dared to imagine this. Now he didn’t stand out. If anything, he blended in like he’d always belonged here. Dana plopped the tiara on his head with a crooked grin. "For our brave little leaky boy. Wear it with pride." "I hate you," Dylan said automatically, but he was already laughing, even as his ears burned. The tiara wobbled slightly on his head. Miss Emma had left a tray of cookies on the side table, still warm, next to a handwritten note: Celebrate kindly, sleep deeply. There were bottles too—actual baby bottles—which had started as a joke. But then Rachel, graceful as ever, poured warm milk into one and passed it to Dylan like it was the most natural thing in the world. He stared. She just smiled. Not teasing. Not performative. Just… soft. Like she saw him. Really saw him. He reached for the bottle. As he settled back onto one of the oversized cushions, she draped a quilt over his lap without asking. Dana curled up beside him, all warmth and mischief. Rachel and Libby flanked the other side—Libby casually popping a pink pacifier into her mouth as if it were gum, the handle bobbing slightly as she smirked around it. The sight should’ve been ridiculous. And it kind of was. But it also made Dylan’s stomach flip in the gentlest way. Somehow, the absurdity made it feel more real. It made him feel less alone. Girls sprawled across the room like it was the last night of camp. They painted toenails and played cards and whispered about ballet rehearsals and Thursday’s performance and who might cry first. Some passed bottles of warm tea like it was a tea party for very sleepy princesses. Someone in a unicorn onesie painted tiny hearts on her roommate’s cheeks. One girl in a onesie with flying pigs snapped a photo of the group from across the room and gave Dylan a thumbs-up. He was halfway through the bottle when Libby leaned over and took it from him and sipped it. "Hey!" She pulled the nipple out of her mouth and grinned. "Sharing is caring." She quickly popped her pacifier back in her mouth like it was punctuation. Dana reached up next, brushing his bangs back with her fingers. "You don’t mind, right?" He didn’t trust himself to answer. He just shook his head, cheeks burning. They passed the bottle around like it was a secret between them, something sacred and absurd all at once. There was something deeply disarming about it—how this moment, this game, had slipped into something quiet and oddly meaningful. Rachel came and sat next to him. She tucked the blanket a little higher under his chin, then leaned in close so only he could hear. "I'm proud of you, Dylan. Not just for tonight. For everything. You've come so far—more than you even realize." Her voice was warm, steady, and full of something deeper than kindness. "It’s not easy, what you’ve done. But you’ve made this place softer. For all of us." She kissed the top of his head, slow and deliberate. Libby returned with a paper certificate covered in glittery stickers: Baby Dylan: Most Improved, Most Adorable, Most Likely to Leak Under Pressure. Rachel read it aloud with theatrical flair, holding it up like it was an Oscar. Dana kissed the top of his head like it was his graduation. Even girls who barely knew him smiled. One tossed him a cookie. Another offered him a handmade bracelet. Someone near the back clapped softly, and it rippled outward into a round of gentle applause. No teasing. Just affection. The room felt like a secret. Like a club he hadn’t known he was allowed to join until now. Not because he’d passed a test or earned a title. But because he had let them in. And they had held him gently. And as he lay there—surrounded by softness, by warmth, by people who saw something in him worth celebrating—he realized he didn’t want the night to end. Not the tiara. Not the bottle. Not the way they looked at him, like he mattered. Not even the summer.

Of course in the eyes of bigs Carly is also smart, cute, adorable, possibly sweet depending on the big, and adoptable.

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