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- make sure your junk is straight down - make sure the leg tapes are properly snug - plastic pants help, especially if they possess absordancy - cloth pull-ups help too

Emily grumbled but accepted the crayons and coloring book which, surprise surprise was a Care Bears coloring book, "Ugggggg is there no escape from these stupid bears?" Emily said before before she started coloring the book. Meanwhile Alice was allowed to sit on the sofa with Madison, both girls were happily giggling and watching the old '80s show cuddling one another and giggling at the cheesy TV show, eventually Emily started to watch at first it was meant to see what the big deal was it was just some goofy show from the '80s but as Emily started to watch it she started to get into it. Maybe it was the Infectious laughter and the little acting out of the different scenes on the show that Alice and Madison did or maybe it was just something Emily could just focus on or maybe Emily had gone nuts, either way the littlest adult between the three girls was now getting into the show like them.

It didn’t take long for Becca to come downstairs with Alice in her arms. Upon reaching the living room, she let Maddison take charge of caring for both girls. Meanwhile, Becca checked messages from Ana and Camilla, who had authorized the use of an enema for both girls; Becca then went to see if she had the necessary supplies on hand. Maddison began singing the *Care Bears* theme song to Alice. Emilly, however, protested: "I don't want that cartoon—why can't I watch *Stranger Things*?" Maddison replied, "Because that’s not a show for babies." Emilly pouted and insisted, "I'm not a baby!" Maddison picked up a coloring book and some crayons, suggesting, "How about you color some pictures while Alice watches her cartoon? We can pick something out for you to watch later, too."

Trick or Changes PART 1   If my life were a cliché, I would start each morning crossing out the days on my wall calendar until October 31, which would be circled with big, bold red ink. But I don’t own a wall calendar, and now that I think about it, I probably don’t own any red markers either. Instead, I glance at my phone to remind myself how many more days until the next Halloween. Earlier in the year, it felt like forever away. For the past few months, I grew impatient and just needed the day to come already. Not that I was exactly sure what would happen when it came around again. Checking the phone was only the first step of my daily morning routine. Next I would hop out of bed and head to the front door, just to make sure the lock was still intact. With everything out on the street these days and some of the horror stories in the news, I could never be too cautious. Granted if something or someone really wanted to get into my apartment, that stupid lock wouldn’t do much. But seeing it still do its job gave me a little security. Before I would return to my room, I would peer in at the room next to it. Saeeda’s belongings were left exactly as they were last Halloween. I thought it was important not to get rid of her stuff, in case she ever came back. In case she was ever capable of coming back. I could blame her for everything that happened, but how was she supposed to know? None of us did. Heading back to my room, I would go straight to the long mirror hanging on my bathroom door. My eyes would go straight to the puffy white diaper hanging around my hips. I used to wear pajamas to bed, but I found that on most nights I was more comfortable sleeping near-naked, with just a diaper to keep me warm… and protected. I don’t really need the protection. I can count only two times I actually wet myself while sleeping, and both times I drank about eight bottles of water before bed. The rest of the time I would wake up dry. And shamefully disappointed. So each morning I would stare at my dry diaper and immediately release my bladder, watching the white cloth turn to yellow and swell up. It used to take a lot of effort to get my body to use the bathroom without sitting on a toilet, but with routine it became habitual. After my bladder produced its last drop, I would run my fingers over the fabric. I would squish the diaper, feeling the warm liquid press against my cool skin. Naturally, rubbing myself only turned me on. I would jump over to my bed, slide my hand into the diaper, and make my way south. I didn’t mind the pee on my hand; if anything, it simply got me going more. Usually it only took minutes before I orgasmed into the diaper. After that I would lay there for a few minutes, taking it all in. Sometimes I would suck on my pacifier to help calm back down. I used to feel a lot of guilt, then it turned into pure bliss. These days it’s become indifference. Then of course all the boring stuff: showering, getting dressed, doing makeup. I admit I dress a lot cuter now than I ever did before the incident. My wardrobe has become an array of bright colors, fun shapes, and short skirts. The more I can see my diaper, the more I like it. Nobody at work cares about how I dress. It’s far from the weirdest outfit they see day to day. Depending on how much time I had before I work, I would make breakfast. Sometimes that meant eggs and toast, other times it was a bowl of cereal. If I was running late, I would just grab a plastic spoon and a jar of mashed peaches or bananas. I could eat that while sitting in traffic, or simply when I got to work. My morning routine, ladies and gentlemen. It took awhile to get used to this routine, but I accepted this was just the way my life was now. At least until the next Halloween. Or so I hoped. So the morning when my phone displayed “October 31” in bright white letters, I didn’t check the lock or visit Saeeda’s room. I didn’t wet my diaper or masturbate, despite the violent urges. I immediately opened my phone and facetimed Brian. A figure with the head of a wolf and the body of a muscular human appeared on the phone. “Hey Brian,” I said to the wolf. “Good morning, Elise,” the wolf responded. We went silent. “So…” Brian started, before trailing off into silence. We both had the same thing on our mind yet neither of us knew how to say it. “Meet at my place at 8 tonight,” I said. “Bring exactly the same drinks. We need to recreate it as accurately as possible.” “Does it even matter at this point?” Brian asked. “I mean, is it even going to show up?” “For Saeeda and Karim’s sake, we better hope it’s going to show up.” “And what if it… makes things worse… Elise, I’ve been playing out this scenario in my mind over and over again. Fuck, we should be lucky we’re even still here to talk about it. I mean--” “Brian,” I cut him off and took a deep breath. “Relax. Everything is going to be fine. We created this mess, and we can fix it too.” Brian didn’t smile, but his big puppy eyes told me that my assurance was helping him. “I’ll see you tonight,” I said. “Don’t forget a bottle of Jameson for me.” “See ya tonight, Elise,” he responded, and then signed off. I sat on the bed, subconsciously rubbing the plastic of my diaper while I put my thoughts together. I already told work I was taking today as a sick day. It’s not that I needed all day to plan for tonight; if anything, there was not much to plan. The main reason was that I wanted to mentally prepare myself. Despite what I told Brian, I had no idea what would happen when we returned to the house. I distracted myself by letting a stream of pee soak into my diaper. *** It all started exactly a year ago. Saeeda and I were getting ready for a Halloween party. Each year since we met in college, we would choose a theme to both dress up as. We were each in charge of creating our own costume, but the end result would be similar. It was our tradition. I was pretty uncreative as far as costumes went, and with my body I was never comfortable going as a “sexy” nurse or zombie. So as usual, I let Saeeda pick the idea. This particular year, she wanted to dress as babies.  I had a particularly busy week leading up to Halloween, with no time to hit up a costume shop. So I made my costume based on a few things I could gather around the apartment, just a couple hours before we were supposed to leave for the night. I found a loose fitting baby blue t-shirt, and I had a pair of Converse shoes with a matching color.  I ripped the white sheet off my bed and attempted to fold it around my legs. After two attempts, I resorted to YouTube to help me tie a decent bedsheet diaper. I made sure to wear a pair of white gym shorts underneath, just in case the bedsheet fell apart during the night. I put up my hair in a ponytail, tying it with a blue ribbon. Lastly I put a little blush on my cheeks, hoping to up my cuteness factor just a little bit. I inspected my costume in the mirror on my bathroom door. Not too shabby, considering how quickly I threw it together. I looked like a female version of Tommy Pickles. It was basic, but it got the job done. I emerged from my room and knocked on Saeeda’s door. “Ready when you are,” I shouted. “Give me about 10 minutes,” I heard Saeeda respond. So I waited patiently on the couch. When Saeeda emerged from the bedroom, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.  She wore a hot pink crop top with frills around the bottom and the sleeves. On top of the shirt, a tiny white bib hung around her neck with the word BABY and a picture of a teddy bear printed on it. A matching pink pacifier clipped to her shirt by a little lanyard hung down over the bib. Her hair was up in two high pigtails, tied together with two bows. She had cut her once long luscious hair, so the length of her pigtails were short and almost toddler-like. The hair on the front of her head was down in straight bangs. Saeeda had curled and darkened her eyelashes to make them more vibrant, and she used eyeliner to make her big eyes pop even more. She also used blush to make her cheeks rosier, but I saw she gave herself some freckles to knock some even more years off her look. But the pièce de résistance was the giant diaper taped around her waist. This wasn’t a regular adult diaper, nor was it one of those cartoonish costumes from the party store. This looked like a real baby diaper, with a colorful array of toy blocks printed on the front. Only the garment was big enough to fit an adult of Saeeda’s size. It even smelled like a baby’s diaper. I was speechless. “Saeeda, you’re… you’re…” “The best damn baby you’ve ever seen?” “Where did you find diapers like that?” “Internet of course. They make all sorts of baby shit for adults. You just have to find where to look.” “I’m gonna look like shit standing next to you,” I said. “Here, I got something that will help,” she responded, while digging through her bag. She pulled out a light blue pacifier, similar to the one hanging off her chest. “They come two to a package. I had a hunch you’d wear baby blue.” “Thanks roomie,” I said, accepting the gift and clipping it to my shirt. “So Karim’s coming over at 8,” Saeeda explained. “Obviously he’s going to be DD when we head over to Bill’s party.” I smirked a little bit. Saeeda and her boyfriend Karim were both Muslim, but he followed the rules much better than she did. Meaning that Karim didn’t touch alcohol, yet he didn’t mind driving us every time we went out to have fun. Sometimes he even supplied us with the drinks.  “Oh, and he’s bringing one of his co-workers,” she added. “Uh, Brian, I think? I hear he’s pretty cute.” I rolled my eyes. Last time Saeeda tried to hook me up with a “pretty cute” guy, it ended with me freezing my bank account. “I think I’m just gonna have a good time tonight,” I responded. “See where the night takes me.” “That’s the spirit! I love this holiday,” she exclaimed, making her way to the kitchen. “I’m not gonna lie. I really admire your costume.” “Thanks. You know I love going all out,” she said as she poured herself a glass of wine. “I had this crazy thought earlier. How fucked up would it be if we became whatever our costumes were?” “You mean like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” She looked up at me. “Like what now?” I stopped dead in my tracks. “You’ve never seen it? Hold up, let me find it.” As I went to the TV to turn on Netflix, suddenly there was a knock on the door. I went to answer, and standing at the door were Saeeda’s boyfriend and a stranger in a wolf mask. I laughed at the sight of Karim’s costume, or supposedly his costume. He wore a green t-shirt with purple gym shorts and sandals. His face was painted green, but he didn’t apply the facepaint much farther than his eyes or mouth.  Saeeda emerged from the kitchen and laughed too. “What is this supposed to be? The Pakistani Green Giant?” “I told you, babe,” Karim answered. “I’m the Hulk.” “Uh huh. Come on, you could have at least put in some effort.” “You know it took me like seven shops to find purple shorts?” “Whatever, come here Mr. Hulk.” She pulled him in to give him a kiss, a good reminder to myself that my dating apps hadn’t seen much action lately. Saeeda pulled back and then acknowledged the person standing behind Karim. “At least you found a decent werewolf mask, Brian.” The figure raised off his mask, and for the first time I could see Brian’s face. Saeeda wasn’t kidding; he was pretty cute. In a nerdy sort of way. “Actually, I was uh, going for Wolverine,” Brian said. “But the costume shop didn’t have much left in stock.” Saeeda nearly facepalmed. “We get one night a year to dress up however we want, and this is how you all do it? I’m dealing with a bunch of amateurs.” Karim turned to me. “How many glasses has she had so far?” “This is the first,” I said with a grin. “She’s pacing herself.” “I have to save something for Bill’s party, right?” responded Saeeda. “Well if you two are ready to go,” said Karim, “let’s head out.” When we got to the car, Saeeda immediately called shotgun, leaving Brian and I to sit in the back. The two of us hadn’t actually said a word to each other yet, but I noticed him glancing at me a couple times on our way to the car. Once we were on the road and Saeeda started up her Halloween playlist, I decided to break the silence in the backseat. “I’m Elise, by the way,” I said to Brian. “Oh hey,” he said awkwardly. “Um, Brian.” “Nice to meet you.” “Yeah, you too.” Awkward silence.  “How long have you been working with Karim?” I asked after a minute. “Uh, about the same time. They hired me, I think a week after him, actually.” “Oh okay.” More silence. I gave him a warm smile. “Are you nervous around girls?” “Honestly, I’m kind of just nervous around people.”. “You should see Brian at the office,” Karim joined in. “This guy can close a sale with his eyes shut. Most brilliant man I know.” Brian blushed. “I don’t know about that.” “I’m sure you’re wonderful,” I said. Brian smiled. The car stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, except for the chilling vocals of Bobby Boris Picket singing Monster Mash, and the related songs on Saeeda’s playlist.  Finally we pulled up in front of a house, but not the one we expected. There were no lights, no people, there weren’t even any other cars parked on the street. “Karim, where the hell are we?” Saeeda asked. “Relax babe. This is the pre-game spot.” “Pre-game?” “The agency's been trying to flip this house for five years,” Karim explained. “For some reason no one will buy it. Some say… it’s cursed.” Saeeda playfully hit him in the shoulder. “You’re so dumb.” “No, it’s true,” Brian said. “Everyone thinks it’s haunted. Personally, I think it won’t sell because the shingles are ugly.” Karim pulled a key out from the cupholder and dangled it in front of us. “Anyway, Brian and I thought it would be cool to check it out before we head to Bill’s. It’s perfect for Halloween. You all game?” Nobody objected. I was a little hesitant at the idea of going into a dark abandoned house, but I figured nothing unsafe could happen with all four of us there. We grabbed the bag of drinks from the trunk and made our way to the front door. Karim inserted the key into the lock and slowly opened the door, which creaked and revealed a dark empty living room. Karim thought ahead to bring a lantern. Between that, our phones’ flashlights, and the moonlight coming through a wide window, we had a decent amount of light in the room. Not really enough to take away the creepiness of sitting in an empty house at night, but enough that we could see each other and the surroundings comfortably. After we settled on the floor, sitting around in a circle, Karim revealed the bag of liquor bottles. Saeeda went straight for a bottle of Malibu, not even bothering to pour it in a cup before taking a swig. Brian pulled out a green bottle and turned to me. “You like Jameson?” “Yeah, that’s my favorite actually,” I said. “Me too,” he said, as he poured us each a cup. Karim popped open a small Coke can for himself. I commended him for following his faith’s rules, even when everyone around him was ready to get wasted. I remember years past when Saeeda would pressure him to drink, but he always kept his cool. As the drinks flowed, the conversation followed. We chatted about work, movies, politics, and anything else that came to mind. Even Brian opened up and got more comfortable in the conversation. Eventually we all forgot how eerie the place felt and just enjoyed each other's company. In the middle of a conversation about which Halloweentown movie was better (the second one, by the way), I felt the urge to pee. “Is there a bathroom somewhere?” I asked. Karim pointed to a corridor. “Down the hall, across from the kitchen.” “What, you’re not going to use your diaper?” Saeeda joked. At least I hope she joked. “Wait, you’re not actually using yours, right?” I asked her. “Why not? It is a real diaper after all.” “I can’t believe you bought that thing,” Karim told her. “I was telling Elise before… how crazy would it be if we became whatever our costumes are?” “You mean like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” a squeaky voice rang out. I nearly dropped my cup in surprise. We all shined our flashlights to different corners of the room, trying to find where the voice came from. Suddenly a little creature materialized in the center between us. We all jumped back a little bit. The creature was the size of a small child, and had the body of one too. However the features of his face were completely pronounced. His nose was large and round, and his ears were long and pointed. His eyes looked puffy and innocent, and yet he smiled with a wide, toothy, mischievous grin. Nobody moved or said a word. I glanced over at the others, who looked just as confused and nervous as I was. Apparently this was not the reaction the creature was expecting. He sensed the tension in the room and said, “Well don’t stop the fun now that I’m here.” “Who are you?” Brian asked. “What are you is the better question,” followed Karim. “A goblin?” The creature spat. “A goblin? Disgusting. Obviously I’m a kobold.” “A what?” I asked. “A kobold. You know! Surely you’ve heard of me.” No one responded. The creature was not pleased. “Seriously, you guys? Look me up on Wikipedia sometime.”  “Well what do you want?” Saeeda said. “I wanna join you guys! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but you’re having so much fun.” The kobold walked up to me, and inspected the bottle of Jameson by my feet. “May I?” I nodded, and he quickly polished off the bottle. “Goes down smooth,” he commented while wiping off his mouth. “You’ve been here this whole time?” asked Brian. “Can we stop with the 20 questions?” exclaimed the creature. “Yes, I’ve been here the whole time. If anything, I should be pissed off that you’re trespassing in my house. I don’t often pop out and say hello, but I’ll always make an exception on Halloween.” “Your house?” Karim said. “You little shrimp think you own the place?” “I have as much right to be here as you do, Karim,” responded the kobold. Karim took a step back in surprise, clearly not expecting the thing to know his name. “Tell you what,” the kobold continued as he danced around the room. “I didn’t mean to ruin your little get together. As a kobold, it’s my duty to help out. What’s the thing humans like on Halloween… trick or treats? Yeah that’s it. Treats! I’ll give you all exactly what you want.” “Like a three wishes sort of deal?” asked Brian. The kobold ran up to him. “Do I look like a genie to you? As I said, I’ve already listened to your conversation. I know what you want. And I’m here to help. Watch.” Then the kobold raised his right hand in the air and snapped his fingers. We expected something to happen. Nothing did. “Will you just get out of here?” Karim finally shouted. “Okay, okay, I can tell when I’m not wanted,” said the kobold. “Enjoy your party. Maybe I can join you next year.” With another snap, he vanished into thin air. “Okay, now that was unusual,” said Saeeda. “What should we do?” asked Brian. “Should we call the police?” “I think we’ve pre-gamed enough for tonight,” I said. “Let’s just get to Bill’s party.” Nobody argued with that. We quickly grabbed our trash, hopped in the car, and drove as far away from the house as possible.

Even though Alice was happy to smell so nice as she loved the lavender and vanilla baby powder and cologne that was used, she still wondered if what Emily said was true that she did get a spanking before nap time, she definitely asked Madison when they were alone together. Despite Emily grumbling and embarrassment she followed Madison's example, knowing she couldn't just walk downstairs due to the booties that she wore. When at last she was downstairs Madison praised Emily and gently picked her up giving her plenty of kisses before taking her into the living room, where after sitting Emily down the floor Madison went to the DVD shelf and pulled out her original Care Bears TV show Collection DVD.