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I like how you made the regression experiment more subtle with the subliminal messaging that leaves Charlotte more and more babyish.

Chapter 46: Scars Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha     The poor girl looked like she was going to have a full on panic attack when I told her to come over to me and let me feed her her bottle. But I had to fix what was going on within her, and this was the only thing I could think of. I could see how conflicted she was, how much she was struggling to accept her little side. Avoiding using a bottle because she knew that if she fed herself with it, she’d still be stuck in her adult headspace and that would just send her spiralling. I’ve seen it all too many times with littles who struggle to regress, those who struggle to find their little headspace, especially on their own. And I knew I could fix it. I could make her feel small, and blushy and regress her softly… but I knew that it would come at a cost. That cost would be admitting I have feelings for the girl. If not to her, at least to myself. So as I stroked her hair, the poor girl sleeping beside me, I wondered what this meant for our friendship.   Chloe was so tired after her little crying session, after her stuffie got ruined, that she fell asleep half way through a bottle. So I continued to let her sleep whilst I got to work fixing her stuffie. But to do this, I had to very carefully lift her head from my lap and put a cushion under it whilst also shuffling a bit further down the sofa so I had room to work. She was close enough that I could occasionally stroke her hair and that she could feel my presence, but it kept my lap free so I could put Amber there and get to work putting her back together. Upon closer inspection, one of the limbs was not only snagged off, but took a good section of the torso with it. No doubt Amber will have some battle scars from her fight with the washing machine, but it’s definitely fixable at least. I would’ve hated to have woken Chloe from her nap only to break the devastating news that her stuffie was too far gone to be fixed. No, this is fixable. Just need a needle and thread and a bit of time and her stuffie will be back to normal. But as I pulled out the purple thread, wondering if she’d prefer me to use her favourite colour or just brown. If I use brown, I can hide the damage. But then purple is her favourite colour, especially when little… Then I remembered something I had learnt a while back and never got to try… I know it’s not the same, as this is a stuffie I’m doing it with, but the sentiment is there. And I have a feeling she’ll like it. She’s as much of a nerd as I am about things like this. So putting back the purple thread, I reached for the gold coloured one and got to work.   “Well hello there, sleepy girl!” I said, as the girl began to wake from her peaceful slumber. She was out of it for a good hour or so. I bet she didn’t sleep well last night, like usual, and then that mixed with all the little emotions today made her need a good nap this afternoon. But that meant I had plenty of time to fix her stuffie, and then some, so once I fixed Amber, I placed the stuffie into Chloe’s arms, where she quickly began squeezing it, still deep in sleep. I had also lifted her head again and shuffled back under her so her head was resting gently on my lap, and then I turned on the TV, making sure it was on a low volume so I didn’t wake the baby. “How… how long was… was I asleep?” she asked, sounding groggy and looking embarrassed that she had fallen asleep during her feeding. “About an hour.” “An hour? Oh… sorry… you didn’t have to stay…” “I had a job to do, don’t worry. Plus I had some TV shows to catch up on, so I watched an episode of one of those.” “Job? Oh! Amber! Where-?” she was about to ask where she was when she realised Amber was in her arms. “Amber! You’re fixed! And… gold?” The gold contrasted against the brown fur, making it very obvious along its arms and legs, as well as a large gold scar in a circle shape going around its chest and back. Sure, most people would’ve used brown thread to sew her back together so that it wasn’t visible, or as I originally thought… purple, seeing as it’s Chloe’s favourite colour when she’s little. But I wanted this to be special for her. “Why gold?” she asked. “Ah, you see, little Chloe… have you heard of a Japanese art called Kintsugi?” “Doesn’t ring a bell… what is it?” “It’s part art, part philosophy. Basically they would repair broken ceramics with gold dust, or other precious metals, that was very visible when repaired. Because the idea wasn’t to hide the damage or its history, but to show that breakage and repair as part of its history… its beauty. That something that was once broken, was loved enough to be mended. To celebrate its imperfections, its use over time. It’s always been something I’ve loved ever since I learned about it.” She was looking up at me in wonder the entire time I was trying to explain it. “That’s so beautiful…” she said, starting to tear up. “I remember seeing something like that now…” “So I thought Amber deserved to be a little piece of art, as well as a perfect companion to an adorable little baby.” Chloe’s cheeks began turning red, as the tears started forming in the corners of her eyes. “You’re a nerd…” she smirked. “Look who’s talking…” “Hey! I’m a geek, not a nerd!” “You’re a little baby, that’s what you are!” I replied, tickling her tummy whilst I had access to it. I mean come on… it was just there… vulnerable… begging to be tickled. Squealing and wriggling about on the sofa, she looked so happy and little, and that in turn made my heart happy. I know I have a habit of teasing and playing with my friends, but I’ve kept my distance a bit from Chloe just because I didn’t want things to be weird. It’s nice to be like this with her again, because we vibe so well together in both a personal and a kink way. “NO FAIR! EEEEEEEE! STOOOOOP!” This went on for a good thirty seconds or so… until there was a sudden “...fuck…” “What’s up, poppet?” “Umm… I… umm…” I easily put two and two together… the visible darkening on the front of her very visible nappy… and her reaction… and it was obvious what had happened. “Oh dear… poor baby. Did someone have a teeny weeny accident in her nappy?” I teased, turning on the Mummy charm. “I… no fair using that voice on me!” “What are you going to do about it, crinkle pants?” “I… umm…” “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I replied, quickly using this opportunity to reach down and give her padding a light squeeze. “That can hold more.” “I…” “Don’t worry, if you’re too uncomfortable with me changing you later, I’ll set everything up for you, all you nee-” “No… you can change me… if that’s something you… something you want…” “Only if you’re comfortable with it, duckie.” Her eyes widened in shock. Probably because I hadn’t called her that since before we broke up. And I’m guessing from what I’ve heard over the course of the past year is that neither of her most recent partners have met her parents… or got close enough to her to learn about that name. And alongside the widened eyes… came the blushing cheeks. “I… amm… completely… normal… about… this…” she mumbled. “Now, why don’t we put on some cartoons for you, get you all set up, then maybe get you changed so you can have a nice afternoon all little.” “Set up? Are… are you going?” I mean… It's my day off. Do I go home, sit on my own, binge watching some show I’ve seen twenty times already, with Smudge yelling at me to get on or off the sofa repeatedly throughout the afternoon… or do I spend my time with this adorable little babygirl… who is currently looking at me like I would break her little heart if I left? I said it from the start. This girl would hold all the power in our relationship with that adorable little face of hers. And I wasn’t wrong. And we’re not even dating anymore!   After squeezing her padded little bum for what felt like the fiftieth time during the afternoon, I recognised the squish being noticeably thicker than previous squeezes. The problem is… I know she said I could change her, but am I ready to change her? The more I baby her, the more I indulge her little side… the clingier I’m feeling. I can’t help it, she’s just too adorable to resist. But resist I shall, no matter how hard it is. If she wants me, she can tell me herself. She’s the one who broke up with me, after all. It’s up to her to know if and when she’s ready to date me again. But the afternoon, with her sleeping next to me… definitely turned that bit of attraction that I had for her before into a full-on crush. Becks is never going to let me live this down… “You need a change, cutiepie.” “I… wut?” she asked, her dummy still firmly in her mouth, slowly going in and out as she suckled. And it was taking every ounce of self control not to kiss this girl to death. “You’re going to leak. Plus I could do with getting you changed before I head home. Becks may want my help closing up.” “Yoo… yoo gotta go?” “Sorry cupcake. Grown ups have to go be grown up for a bit.” The reaction I received was like I was looking at a puppy I was having to leave alone for the day. I could feel my heart twisting and grinding inside, and it was unbearable looking at this poor girl’s face, knowing that if I leave her alone she’s going to come out of little space and feel like crap. I need to bring her out of it gradually to limit the damage she receives. So I had a lightbulb moment. “Right, you’re coming with me,” I replied, sounding more confident than ever about a decision I’d made. “Huh?” “Come on, duckie. We’ll get you dressed and you’re coming to the shop with me. You can sit in the shop and watch us close up, then we’re going upstairs to my apartment and watching something fun at my place. If you’re very good, I’ll even order Chinese food for us,” her cheeks turned a rosy pink, indicating I had piqued her interest. “Right. Let’s get you dressed.” She hadn’t said a word, she just nodded as she sat up and began to take her dummy out with one hand and went to grab a nappy tape with the other… “Ah ah ah! No…” I warned her. She looked up at me in confusion. “We’ll find something cute to hide it, don’t worry. And you can put the dummy in your pocket whilst we’re outside, but you’re not a big girl for the rest of the day, okay poppet?” Her rosy cheeks turned crimson as she realised what this meant. I’d have to make sure to pack some essentials, stuff I don’t already have, like nappies, a bib, her stuffie, and her bottle, but I’ll put her in a cute onesie and shove some jeans or a skirt over the top of it and she’ll be fine in public.   I walked her up to the front door of Bound, holding her hand firmly so ‘she doesn’t get lost’, with her waddling along beside me, constantly pulling her short skirt down with her free hand because she’s worried her nappy is showing.  It’s adorable. Because she thinks people can see it, when in reality I’m not mean enough to make her wear a skirt short enough to flash everyone a view of her thick, babyish nappy… as much as I love the image of that in my head. Becks totally is though. And I suppose when I’m feeling a bit more domme rather than soft Mummy I may do the same, but not right now, not when she’s feeling so small for what feels like the first time in a long, long time. Both of us had gotten soaked in the sudden downpour that occurred as soon as we got in the car at Chloe’s place. I’m so glad I put a coat on her to hide her nappy, she would’ve been soaked… again. “Oh hey Sam… oh, Chloe! Hi!” Becks called out from a table at the back as we walked in, the door shutting behind us. Thankfully, the shop was pretty much empty, which means Chloe can stop feeling so embarrassed about being in a nappy outside. Just Becks, Craig, and a customer who looks… a lot… like… “Dad?” “Hey sunshine,” he replied, before taking a sip of coffee. All three of them were sitting around the same table, so they must have been chatting. So I squeezed Chloe’s hand and walked over towards my friends and my Dad with her. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Just thought I’d come in and see how the shop is doing… and most importantly, my daughter. You haven’t been in touch lately. I got worried.” “Sorry Dad, been a bit all over the place lately.” “Don’t worry, poppet. I’m not here to berate you for it, I was just worried. You know there’s no pressure to call.” “You know I love our chats, but I am sorry for not making time lately.” “Come sit down with us, Rebecca and Craig were just catching me up with all the latest drama and gossip…” “Really?” Becks started laughing. “As if. We were trying to get embarrassing stories about your childhood out of him, but like always… he’s like Fort Knox.” Dad just grinned as he took another sip. “So…” he said, turning his attention to the girl who was trying to hide behind me. “Who’s this lovely young lady?” “Oh, Dad… yeah… you never met Chloe.” “Chloe? As in…” “Yes, that Chloe. My friend,” I emphasised. “I don’t bite, Chloe…” my Dad replied, laughing. I suspect it's not just shyness, but the fact that her crinkly underwear is making her feel even more anxious, so I turned around and whispered to her, “Sweetie, it’s okay, it's just my Dad. Promise you no one here except me and you know what you’re wearing under that coat.” “H… Hi… Mr Wilson…” Chloe said, slowly coming out from behind my back. “Oh please don’t, Chloe. I already feel old!” Dad laughed. “Please, call me Tom.” “Okay… It’s nice to meet you… Tom…” Chloe replied. “Likewise. It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” Chloe’s probably worried about the fact that she’s meeting her ex’s Dad, that he probably holds it against her for me causing our breakup. But that’s far from the fact. Dad understands how messy relationships can be. And I made sure to emphasise to him that it was my fault Chloe and I broke up. “Would you like some tea, you two?” Becks asked. I knew that Chloe is already feeling overloaded by her little side, being padded in public, and now she’s meeting someone she’s never met before, so I quickly thought of a way to fix this situation for her. “Chloe, why don’t you go upstairs and get dry, maybe have a look at what you want for dinner? I’ll be up once I’ve had a chat with my Dad and helped Becks close up.” “I… uh…” she replied, still feeling a bit overwhelmed and lost. “Craig, darling?” I called out to him. “Yes?” “Mind helping her? You know where my towels are, right?” Craig and Chloe both know that she knows exactly where the towels are, but I also know she can’t be alone right now, with her feeling fragile. And as I can’t keep her company with my Dad being here, I thought she could do with someone she trusts. “I… umm… sure…” he replied, looking confused. So as he walked over to us, I whispered in his ear. “She’s padded and feeling small, so she’s feeling a bit overwhelmed. Mind keeping her stable and in the headspace just for a bit whilst I chat to my Dad? I won’t be long.” I held out the bag full of stuff that I had grabbed from her apartment, stuff we’d need. Craig smiled at me, then his smile grew when he looked to my side, where Chloe was still blushing and wishing she was invisible. He took the bag before turning his attention to Chloe. “I’d be happy to help. Come on, sweet girl…” he said, reaching out his hand, waiting for her to take it. “I’ll be up soon, okay hun?” I said to her to try and assure her it’s all okay. But I knew that wasn’t enough, so I bent down and whispered in her ear. “Uncle Craig is going to go get you set up with some cartoons upstairs, okay sweetie? Can you be a good girl for him until I come up? I should only be about ten to fifteen minutes.” “Uh… uh huh!” she said, her mouth forming a small smile, before she peaked around us to say goodbye to my Dad. “It… it was nice to meet you finally, Tom!”   “Nice girl,” Dad said once I took my coat off and sat down. “Isn’t she just?” Becks replied. “Are you two dating again?” “Me and Chloe? Nooooo! No. Nope,” I replied, awkwardly. “Though they should be…” Becks butted in again. “Shush!” “She’s not wrong…” Dad said, taking me by surprise. Becks used this opportunity to pour me some tea, pushing a cup in front of me. “Huh?” “I can see it on your face.” “See what?” “You’re smitten.” “Pfff. Dad. Shush. No I’m not…” “It’s obvious.” “It is? How?” “It’s the same look your mother had, whenever she looked at either of us or your sister. You had the same look on your face when you looked into that girl’s eyes. That’s love.” “You don’t talk about Mum much,” I replied, feeling the emotions lodged in my throat. This happens every time I talk about Mum. Dad sighed with a sorrowful smile on his face. “It wasn’t great towards the end. I know she wasn’t so great when she was ill. She wasn’t herself. The pain caused her to lash out, reverting to who her parents taught her to be. Not just lashing out at you when you came out… but also me. But back when you were born, when you were a kid, back when things were amazing… she loved you to bits. And me. And your sister. And it was very obvious when she loved someone. That look in her eye, the slight smile… You look a lot like her. Turns out you also do the same thing when you’re looking at someone you love.” “I…” I didn’t know what to say. That he was right? That I love her to pieces and I would do anything to be back with her again? “See! I told you they should be dating. It’s very obvious both of them like each other!” Becks replied, butting in once again. It’s a good job she’s on such good terms with my Dad. “Why did you two break up again?” Dad asked. “I kept the shop thing from her.” “So over nothing?” he scoffed, playfully. “It wasn’t nothing. I lied to her. Pretended everything was okay.” “Like I did with your Mum at the end? You do things to protect the ones you love. Sometimes that involves a little lying. And what about now? She single?” “I mean… yeah… but…” “So why don’t you ask her out? She clearly likes you back, I can see it in her eyes and the way her cheeks turned a new shade of red…” he replied, laughing. “She’s very cute, albeit a bit shy. But then that’s good for you, you’ve always preferred the shy ones.”  “Except Cassie…” I grumbled. “Look, I’m not going to comment on my daughter’s love life… but I’m glad you’re not with that one anymore. You’re like your Mum in that you need someone who is a bit more shy and withdrawn. That’s what your Mum loved about me. You definitely got that from me and not your Mum.” “You didn’t like Cassie, Dad?” I asked, surprised by this revelation. “I wasn’t going to tell you, considering you were an item at the time… but no. She wasn’t right for you. She made you miserable. This Chloe though… I remember cooking you that meal for your date with her. The way you talked about her… it was the way I used to talk about your Mum to my parents and my friends. You should ask that girl out.” “But what about-” “But nothing. Forget what should and shouldn’t be. Forget societal expectations. You have one life. You clearly love her, she clearly loves you. Don’t waste time dancing around this fact. Just tell the poor girl how you feel!” I began tearing up. Not because it was nice having my Dad be so supportive of this, and the encouraging words… but it was clear that he misses Mum. He’s never dated since she died, and it’s clear he wishes he had more time with her. He’s not wrong. You never know how much more time you have with anyone. “Anyway, I’ve said my piece. What you do with my little fatherly advice is up to you.” I put my cup down and got up off my seat, walked around to where my Dad was sitting, and bent down, putting my arms around him and giving him the biggest hug. “Thanks Dad. I miss her too.” He took my hand and kissed it in that little way he’s done ever since I was a kid. “I better be off. Rebecca, mind updating me on if my daughter asks this girl out or not?” “Oh Tom, you know I’ll always share Sam-gossip with you!” she replied, laughing, as my Dad put his drink down and began getting up. “Good luck, Sam,” he said, turning to me and wrapping his arms around me for a proper hug. “Maybe next time you cook for the girl I’ll just give you the recipe? Can’t have your Dad cooking all your meals for you…” “Actually, she loves cooking…” “Oh I like her even more!” he joked, as he released me from the hug, we waved goodbye to each other, and I was left in the shop with Becks by my side, hugging me.   “You okay, hun?” she asked. I guess even she could tell I was feeling a bit emotional after talking about my Mum like that. “Yeah. I think I have something to do… mind asking Craig to shut the shop with you instead of me?” Becks just looked at me, smiled warmly, and nodded. “Atta girl! Yeah no problem. 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Part 2: Susan started her classes as usual. However, the headmaster announced an emergency council at the lunch break. It was surprising, and she kept thinking about what had happened; she hardly focused on her teaching. “Sorry to disturb your break, but we have to solve a rather urgent matter,” the headmaster commenced the council, “there is a lot of complaints from caretakers. Two freshman students are aggressive. These are two girls, Donna and Charity. They should have hit several classmates. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but this behavior is highly inappropriate. I consider expelling them immediately.” The teachers kept silent for several seconds; then they murmured among each other. No one reacted aloud until Susan asked the headmaster. “Mr. Barrow, can you tell me more about them? I don’t teach the freshmen at this moment and don’t know anything about them. What are their grades? Can I speak with their caretakers?” “As for their grades, they are not outstanding but still fair. This is not the reason for expulsion. As for caretakers, they don’t have personal ones; they are assigned the public caretaker center.” Susan’s heart sank. She immediately got the message. The public caretakers usually didn’t care for more than basic survival, and their inmates usually were the worst students or were not admitted to high school at all. They usually had the worst jobs. Speaking with public caretakers was definitely useless. Instead, Susan asked the headmaster, “Can you send them to me after their lessons? I’d like to talk with them. I can’t promise anything, but we possibly could find a solution. I think they deserve a chance.” “I’m quite surprised by your reaction, miss Atkins. You never showed such interest,” he almost stared at her. “Let’s say this is for the first time then,” Susan smiled, and the headmaster looked even more surprised by that smile. The always-serious teacher was smiling suddenly. “Of course, I will send them to you.” “Thanks, Mr. Barrow, I think we can dismiss this council now. Hopefully, miss Atkins will help them … and us.” Susan left the headmaster’s office and got really curious about the girls. At that moment, she remembered Cindy and her wish to make up for everything. Now, two lost souls were waiting just for their chance. She was almost sure they were lost souls, victims of the system. Susan suddenly realized the monstrosity of their world. The single invitation to Cindy’s wedding turned her entire mind upside down. She was sitting in her office after school when she heard a shy knock on the door, “Come in,” she reacted and lifted her head. Two slender girls entered her office, and she was shocked. They looked almost like two homeless people, rather than students. Their uniforms were crumpled and patchy, and Susan even felt a slight urine reek. Their eyes reflected total gloom. “Welcome, girls. My name is Susan Atkins, and I am a math teacher.” “Madam, my name is Donna,” the taller girl replied, “and this is Charity,” she pointed at the second one, “did you call us to talk about our expulsion?” Donna’s eyes, full of fear, locked on Susan. “No, not at all,” Susan smiled at them warmly, “I would like to talk about your chance. However, you probably need clean diapers first.” Both girls nodded and looked down; the fear made them pee in their diapers when they spotted her. “Come along,” she stood up and walked over to them and stretched her hands towards them. Donna and Charity backed away instantly in fear, but she stopped, “I won’t hurt you, take my hands.” Their eyes went wide when they took her hands and felt the warmth and tenderness as she led them to the changing room. As they removed their shoes, tights, and lay down on the changing tables, Susan gently unbuttoned the rubber pants and removed the soaked diapers, revealing a diaper rash. “Oh, no,” her heart sank when she cleaned the urine and put the rash cream onto the red skin. Her hands were gentle when she rediapered them and helped them stand up. Donna and Charity were shocked. Back in the office, Susan pointed at two chairs, “sit down, girls, and have a cup of juice. Now we can discuss the matter why I called you.” Donna and Charity sat down and watched her; the fear was replaced by curiosity, “you mentioned a chance, madam. What chance?” Donna asked Susan. “You are smart girls, I guess. I asked the headmaster about your grades. However, your behavior is inappropriate. You are aggressive. Can I guess why?” Both girls stared at her in anticipation when she made a pause and looked at them as she could see through their eyes directly into their souls, “mockery!” At that moment, Charity broke and sobbed, “our classmates have nice and clean uniforms and new textbooks …” Susan stood up and walked over to Charity and stroked her hair, “this can change.” At that very moment, she felt a strong emotion and recalled Cindy’s words. On the other hand, Charity froze for a second and then looked at her with hope. “How?” “You will get new caretakers, both of you,” Susan returned to her chair, “I will ask the headmaster for a week or two for you to get used to them if you promise to learn properly through that break.” “Of course, madam, we will do our best,” both girls replied unisono. “Well then. Before I tell you about them, I will ask you. Which of you is more courageous? I think she would face a big surprise.” “Madam, I can face any surprise,” Donna reacted instantly, “after my stay in the public caretaker center, nothing will surprise me.” “Okay, I am curious, Donna,” Susan grinned and continued, “I will become Charity’s caretaker, and my good friend will become Donna’s caretaker. He is a very good man and lives with his girlfriend.” Donna listened to Susan and waited for the surprise. Suddenly, hearing the last words, she got the message, and her eyes went wide. “Behind the Border?” she stared at Susan in utter shock. She expected anything but a caretaker behind the Border. “Exactly, Donna. Don’t be afraid. I will introduce my good friend that lived with him for long years. For now, we can go to my house. I will call your caretakers and tell them you would stay with me overnight if you don’t mind.” As the girls nodded, Susan called the caretakers and Freddie. He was enthusiastic and promised to come to dinner. “Well, let’s go now. Anyway, should I change you again? Your rash is unpleasant, and you should stay dry,” she gave them a questioning look. Donna and Charity nodded and their eyes brightened. They even waited for her to take their hands and lead them to the changing room. Charity had peed in her diaper when Susan stroked her hair, and Donna had wet herself out of surprise when she guessed Susan’s intention. Susan changed both girls gently and reapplied the rash cream. They left the school and headed towards Susan’s house.

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