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Leaving Home (by Jennifer Laura) The most dreaded moment of my young life is here upon me! I must say that I have been extremely lucky, with a cherished childhood. Some will even say that I was overprotected! But just let me introduce myself. My name is Clara and I am seventeen. I am the only child in a middle-class family. Both my parents work. Yet they always manage the time to look after their beloved baby Clara. Because, you see, I am still a baby, not only at heart, but also in my daily life. Of course, this baby treatment is a closely guarded secret in the family. The purpose is certainly not to punish me or to humiliate me, but rather to keep alive the closest bond between my adoring parents and me. Without this behavioral pattern, I would have certainly turned out as a spoilt brat. Now, I am merely a cherished and obedient baby. Why do I need to go College? Why can't I stay home? My parents assure me that this is for my own good! I cannot believe that! I feel so utterly miserable! Naturally, I am used to behave outwardly like a regular teenager, albeit a particularly shy one. I am not really shy, but I have to protect my true being and I cannot afford to have boys or girls friends prying in my intimacy. However, I find back my babyhood instantly when I return home. Everything will be spoilt when I leave for college this afternoon. I start crying in self-pity, while failing to find any of the familiar comfort of suckling my pacifier. I feel the comfort of my fine down cover, encased in the pretty cotton casing with the small floral print. I am safely tucked up to my chin and the cover is firmly maintained with the clamps. I have to wait patiently for Mommy to come and get me up, as I continue crying, thinking that tomorrow I shall wake up all alone in some ugly bedroom. Although I merely sob silently, Mommy must have heard me over the baby-watch, because she comes in earlier than usual. As she bends over my crib, she looks concerned about my crying. I love my crib and I shall miss it so much! My Daddy made it from laminated cherry wood, in the shape of a large basket resting on trestles. A long wooden bow at the head of the crib supports fine white muslin drapes. My Daddy is so good with his hands! He made also the rest of my furniture to the proper size for me. Mommy wipes softly my tears with the tips of her cool fingers, before removing my pacifier and kissing me gently on the lips. She consoles me in her usual soothing way. When I calm down, so happy to still see Mommy, she releases the clamp and she pulls away my cover. As the weather is still warm in this fine Indian Summer, I wear one of my onesie, in fine printed cotton. It has short balloon sleeves, a small round collar and a cute bubble bottom. Naturally, the bodice is finely smoked, while the bubble bottom closes with small poppers between my thighs. My hands are protected with mittens and my feet encased in matching booties. Mommy helps me climbing out of my crib and I walk to my changing table. Actually, I more waddle than I walk, because of the thick night diapers I wear. I lie flat on my back and I raise my legs against my chest. Mommy opens the poppers between my thighs and she pulls up my onesie above my waist. She pulls down and removes completely my baby blue plastic panties. Naturally, my diapers are not only completely soaked, but also very heavy with the load of my poop. I do not like the smell of my poop and I make a face each time Mommy opens my loaded diapers. However, she does not seem to mind them. She folds carefully the diapers and she places them in the pail. Then, she cleans meticulously my bottom with wet wipes. When I feel fresh again, she finishes undressing me. I stay on my back while she enters the bathroom to run my morning hot bath. After washing me, Mommy dries me in my hooded bath towel, before taking me back to the changing table. She applies baby cream all over my hairless bottom to prevent rashes. Then, she sprinkles the baby powder all over. She places white flannelette fitted diapers and she secures them with the Velcro tabs. As usual, she pats gently my freshly padded buttocks at this stage of my dressing. She pulls a pair of pink transparent plastic panties over my diapers. I like those panties, because they make a cute rustling sound when I move. Yet, the rustling sound is discreet enough to get almost unnoticed, except very close by. Mommy helps me back in a sitting position on the table to fasten my white bras and to pull on my little girl's vest, in finely ribbed pink cotton, trimmed with a small pink satin bow at the round neckline. She pulls next a pair of knee-length white cotton socks and she puts on a pair of pink T-bar sandals. She invites me to climb down from the table. Taking me by the hand, she leads me downstairs. Daddy is already seated at the dining table, reading his morning paper. I tighten my arms around his neck and I bend down to kiss him many, many times on his clean-shaven cheeks. I prefer to kiss him in the morning, because I don't really like his stubble in the evening. Also, in the evening, we kiss on the lips. After kissing Daddy, I take place in my high chair. Mommy puts on my pinafore. This morning, it is the pink broderie anglaise one, with a large bow in my back. Mommy sits down besides me to spoon-feed me a large bowl of cottage cheese with fresh fruits inside. Although I open my mouth very wide, I still get some creamy cheese around my mouth and also some on my cheeks. Mommy wipes my face when I finish the bowl. Daddy finishes also his breakfast. He puts on his coat and he bends down to kiss my hair. Then, he kisses also Mommy before leaving for his office. He assures Mommy that he will be back in plenty of time to drive all of us to my college. I feel like crying again when I hear this! Mommy washes the dishes quickly, before taking me back to my nursery. She puts me into my playpen with my box of toys. She gives me also a large bottle of formula to drink when I feel hungry. She bends also to kiss me again on the lips and she leaves also for her office. I spend the morning playing with my dolls and other toys. I drink also my bottle. The rest of the time, I suckle my pacifier. I feel very happy and very sad at the same time when I hear the car driving up our driveway. Mommy is back home first, as I can hear the clicking of her high heels on the tiles of the hall. She comes in my nursery a moment later. She takes me out of the playpen and onto the changing table. She removes my pinafore and she lowers my pink plastic panties to change my soiled diapers. When I am all fresh again, Mommy takes me back downstairs with her to the kitchen. She puts me in my high chair, before giving me another bottle of formula. While I suckle, she prepares a quick lunch. Daddy returns on time, as promised. He kisses both of us and they both sit down at the table. Mommy attaches a bib around my neck. Again, she spoon-feeds me the contents of small jars of baby food. Today is like a festive day, although I feel so sad! I eat chicken, creamed spinach and peaches. Usually, I get that only on Sundays or celebration. Mommy wipes my face after lunch. While Daddy prepares the coffee for both of them, Mommy takes me back to my nursery. Of course, my diapers are not yet wet. Nevertheless, Mommy checks them. Then, she puts on my blouse. It is in fine white polyester cotton. The fabric is very fine, so that my pink vest can be seen through. The blouse has a small Peter Pan collar and balloon sleeves. Mommy completes my dress with a short jumper in pleated gray wool. We return downstairs to meet Daddy. I sit on Daddy's lap while he sips his coffee. I like putting my head against his shoulders while suckling my pacifier. I feel so loved and secured. I start crying silently again when I think this is the last time! Daddy wraps his arm around my shoulders and he kisses my hair. When they are ready, we leave the house. I still cry. My luggage is already in the boot of Mommy's minivan. Naturally, I get in the back, where Daddy fastens my seatbelt. The drive to the college is not very long, because I go to the local one. Still, I shall have to stay in my own bedroom, because it would be too long and tiring to drive back home every day. My parents promised me that I should come back home every weekend. Daddy parks the van and we get out. My parents accompany me to do my registration. Then, we get back in the van to drive to my new home. I shall not stay on the campus. My parents rented a room in town for me. I shall take the bus to the campus every day. Naturally, a baby cannot drive, you silly! My parents introduce me first to my new Landlady. She seems nice enough, but my parents make no mention whatsoever about me being a baby. My new room is nice enough, but nothing as nice as my nursery back home. The washroom is a mere shower and basin behind an ugly plastic curtain. I don't really care about the toilet down the corridor. However, I already miss sorely my comforting bathtub. The Landlady informed me that I could use her kitchen, as long as I cleaned everything afterwards. My parents reassured the Landlady earlier that I would not invite guests and that I would not throw wild parties in my room. Mommy helps me unpack. Then, she changes my diapers before putting me in a nice short dress. We go for our last supper together. I certainly do not feel hungry. I miss so much my bottles already! My parents exchange furtive glances whenever they feel I am not watching. They look certainly concerned! After dinner, they drive me back to my room, where Mommy undresses me, before changing my diapers and putting me in bed. I certainly savor this last baby care, before starting my new life! My parents take turns to bend over my bed and kiss me. I already miss the comforting wrapping of my crib. This single bed looks so open and awful! As I hang fiercely to Daddy's neck, he has to raise his voice to let me go of him. Daddy very seldom needs to raise his voice. I feel so lonely and miserable that I burst in tears. Both my parents kiss and console me. At least, they do try by telling me that one week is so quickly over. They are sure that I shall enjoy my new life and that I should try to make new friends. What is the point? I already miss them even before they are gone! It is so hard to leave home! As I am already past my regular bedtime, I fall asleep while still crying. I do not notice my parents leaving my room silently.                                                                                                                          The End

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I was earlier and went 45 minutes before changing I'm definitely enjoying it 

Ooops, did I forget to post this chapter?   Change of Circumstance “Oh, did the baby have a little accident?” Daddy asked. “Looks like we’ll have to put you in diapers after all.” Ginny started to blush. She hadn’t expected that at all, but as soon as her pull-up started to swell she knew there was no way she could possibly hold it. She was just too young right now. And any time she tried thinking about the hypnosis that had made this happen the words slipped through her fingers, just leaving an excitement that was way too grown-up for her to analyse. All that mattered was that she couldn’t help it, and that for some reason she loved that feeling of helplessness. She nodded, not sure what else she could do. “Okay then,” he said, reaching over to a drawer in the desk and lifting out a tablet. “I’m afraid I don’t have any diapers with me, I wasn’t expecting to be looking after such a little one. But I’m sure room service will provide. Now, it’s getting pretty late in the afternoon. Would you like to order some dinner too, so we don’t have to make the man walk up here twice?” Imogen nodded, and stared at the pictures on the screen as Daddy held it out in front of her. She was surprised to realise that she didn’t think she should be able to read the names of all the dishes, but it felt kind of exciting to just choose based on all the pictures. She reached out to swat clumsily at the screen, and the suppressed adult part of her mind was just a little surprised to find that it responded by scrolling down exactly as she might have hoped. Whoever had created this app had presumably thought that it might sometimes be accessed by children, and designed it appropriately so that rough gestures were all you might need. Ginny’s tongue appearing at the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on the rows of tasty pictures. There was something with green sauce that looked like it might be nice. There were little round things covered in powdered sugar that she was almost certain she wanted. But there was also a picture of a bowl of something orange and creamy that she kept coming back to. “Made your mind up?” Daddy asked after a while, with an indulgent tone that suggested he’d been amused as he watched her scroll past the same dishes several times. But any time she tried to think about what he was thinking or feeling the thoughts just ran away; she wasn’t old enough to even consider those things yet. She pointed at the orange bowl. “Butternut squash soup,” he read. “Good choice. Anything else?” She pointed at the powdered sugar things. “Those are in the dessert selection platter,” he said. “I’ll add the platter, so we can try a few different things. Have you picked a main?” She gave this very serious consideration, and then pointed at the soup again. Daddy laughed, a warm sound that made her want to smile too even though she wasn’t sure what was funny. “Soup twice?” he asked. “Do you just want a main-sized portion with a roll, and no starter? Or should I add something simpler for you? How about the turkey dinosaurs, then you can decide which one is the main and which is the side. Or even dip–” “Yeah!” Ginny cut in, beaming hugely. She hadn’t seen dinosaurs on the screen, but as soon as Daddy had mentioned them, she had known exactly what she wanted. “Okay, little one,” Daddy said, smiling again, and lifted the tablet out of her reach. Somewhere in Imogen’s mind, she would have wondered whether she was big enough to behave while he ordered food, or whether it would have been more realistic to grab at the tablet and make a fuss until her food got here. But somewhere in her subconscious, she still had the desire to be a good girl for her Daddy, and that impulse seemed to be the one that took control regardless of how realistic it was for any particular phase of childhood. And then he set the tablet down on the desk, and pressed ‘play’ on the TV remote again. Ginny giggled, and went back to watching all the animals. But she was kind of aware now of the bulk of the warm pull-up around her waist; and she knew that she needed to change into a clean diaper sooner rather than later. Only a minute passed before she turned to reach in the direction of the tablet, hoping that Daddy could make sense of thoughts she didn’t really understand herself. And of course he did. “Impatient, baby girl?” he asked. “It’s okay, room service is nearly here. Look.” He tapped at the tablet again, and then showed it to her. On the screen was something that looked like a video game, with a pixelated man in a stylised waiter’s uniform pushed a trolley down corridors towards a goal. It only took a few seconds for Imogen to realise that it was a stylised representation telling them how far away the room service trolley was with their order; like the GPS-enabled maps shown on some shopping apps now. But after a few seconds to understand, it took no time at all for her to decide that she wasn’t old enough to understand that, and the comprehension quickly slipped away from her again. “I gotta…” she mumbled, not quite able to completely suppress the embarrassment over someone else possibly seeing her like this. “I couldn’t…” Her thoughts dissolved back into the fog as she struggled to find the words to express them, and then she turned her eyes back to the screen. “Are you okay, little one?” Daddy asked, supportive as always. “Now, the man will be here soon with food and diapers for you. But you’re a little embarrassed, aren’t you? I don’t want to push you yet, not until I know for sure what you want. So how about you hide under the covers while the man is here? Can you do that?” Ginny nodded energetically, knowing the idea made her more comfortable even if she wasn’t so sure about the details. Right up until Daddy added: “That’s good. Just try to be a big girl for Daddy, until the man is gone.” Be a big girl. The instruction she’d imagined so many times, whether or not she remembered them. The magic words Lady Larsen had reminded her to keep waiting for. Imogen froze up as wave after wave of embarrassment hit her, remembering all the things she had done, and being able to properly view them through an adult lens for the first time. The hypnosis released its grip on her mind, and she was free to act how she wanted now. But she couldn’t fight the tidal wave of emotions sweeping over her. As soon as she started to turn her head, she looked down and realised that she was sitting in Dan’s lap in a wet diaper. She had lost control of her bladder twice now; misbehaved in the pharmacy; and generally given him all the problems that might be expected from an unruly toddler. And worst of all, he hadn’t known what was going on at all. It was all too much, more than she could possibly deal with. “I’m sorry!” she squeaked, voice quickly climbing. “I didn’t mean–” but before she could get any more words out, Dan was lifting her up and placing her on the bed; throwing the covers over her just like he had suggested. So the room service guy might think she was just indulging in the warm softness of the duvet here, or giving reason for the staff to assume she had a more adult reason for her embarrassment. Imogen still couldn’t find the words as a tidal wave of emotions washed over her, but Dan seemed as capable as ever. Their meals were on a selection of small plates, each with a silver dish over it. They were arranged on a silver trolley, and the whole room service experience looked like something from a previous century. Despite the shame washing over her, Imogen couldn’t help staring as a man in a perfectly-tailored suit wheeled everything inside. She’d never before seen a hotel take such care to maintain their fantasy aesthetic. It wasn’t until the door was closing again that she pushed the covers down slightly from her face, and saw a large pack of diapers sitting on the trolley’s lower shelf. No matter how hard she wanted to pretend that she was an adult woman staying with her boyfriend, there was no way to hide what they had ordered. “Now,” Daniel’s words interrupted her panic, sounding as strict as ever. “Does my baby girl need a change now, or would you rather eat the food before it gets cold?” He seemed so serious, but Imogen just didn’t know what to say.

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