Baby Talk

I agree with you, and I think HiediLynn was a unique case.  That became approrpriate in that locality because it was normalized.  At the time, I remember thinking it was crazy, and TBH, I still do.  I thought that it was too far, but it didn't like the community (where HeidiLynn lived) had an issue with it.

I prefer cloth diapers and plastic pants.  Like an assortment of colors and prints. I prefer cloth diapers and plastic pants.  Like an assortment of colors and prints.  I have worn diapers for over 40 years.

In terms of cloth squares I have around 10 60” terry square nappies and 2 Rearz night “pre-fold”.  It’s more than I need so I rotate through them week by week.  I tend to only wear the terries or pre-folds in bed at night due to their relative bulk, pins and their deep abiding respect for gravity when wet. I also have a dozen or so cheap baby (24” x 24”) terry nappies from Big W that I can use as soakers or liners as well as a bunch of pull-up and Velcro “day” cloth nappies. I typically wear cloth 3 nights per week and 2 – 3 days per week.  Other times are disposables. I use a sparing amount of sudocrem at every change to cracks and crevasses in the "wet zone".  A large tub will easily last me a year or more.  I don’t slather it on so it tends not to get onto the nappy itself and have had no problems with that.  I stay bald down there so it's easy to apply thinly. Historically it's been the “kite fold”.  I’ve also used the Chinese nappy fold (and may again if my weight loss continues) but this has less “rise” front and back which is something to watch at night.  I’ve recently been experimenting with the “Concorde” fold which is actually looking promising for night use having already withstood a number of in-sleep wettings without incident.  I may make the switch here as this fold seems to be better at stopping towelling protruding from leg elastics. Take a look at this: https://www.thenappylady.co.uk/news/ultimate-terry-nappies-folding-guide.html For most of my nappied life it’s been “like clockwork” and happens typically at my morning change.  That reliability has eroded a little.  I don't know if it's age or pelvic de-conditioning due to prolonged nappy usage.  Rarely I’ll have to go during the day.  Mostly I can pull my day nappy down and replace it.  I couldn’t do that with a folded/pinned night nappy though.  I’d either have to wait or simply use it to the minimum extent for comfort and hope for the best.  My control has eroded a little.  I need to “answer the call” fairly promptly and to be honest, there are accidents from time to time.  The bar is lowered for these accidents because let’s face it, you’re in a nappy anyway.  Sometimes, if I’m on my own and close to changing time and it happens, I’ll just let it happen in my nappy so I can keep doing what I’m doing and deal with it later.  That convenience is fleeting.  The clean up sucks and I wonder why I did that to myself. I think the desire to give up control is rarer than having a things for nappies.  At your age I would have said I did NOT want to be dependent on nappies.  They were strictly recreational and usually conflated with sex.  Slowly over time I realised that my nappies actually controlled anxiety and made me feel better.  This gradually led me down the path of permanent nappies.  At that point I STILL didn’t think I wanted dependency until it started to emerge (started with bedwetting) and I realised I actually DID.  Or at least, I was completely ok with it.  It was somehow, validating. I suspect people like me are a small subset of a very small subset but we are here.  We might be the 1% of the 1%   Your cognisance of your relative youth, your own young family and life adventures as a moderating force against a hedonistic abandonment of the toilet puts you WAY ahead on the comprehension curve the way I see it. I think any “advice” would be that if you ARE that 1% of the 1%, realise that this will never go away and at some point you’re going to have to scratch that itch.  Having your partner aware that this is on the cards might let you cut a kind of deal with her, even if it’s tacit that you’ll “take one for the team” for now but she can understand and give you some space later in life. One of the big things I had to get my partner past was that the nappies were not some kind of sex toy that I preferred to her.  She now views them as a crutch necessary due to damage inflicted from dysfunctional parenting.  It's not a flattering perspective.  She may be right.  It doesn’t matter.  The main thing is she no longer regards my nappies as l’autre femme.  Sometimes, in my more wild imaginings, I delude myself that she has some degree of grudging respect for me that I've managed to do this without creating a the massive life train-wreck she'd anticipated (well, so far, it's only Thursday...) You also have the advantage of some trailblazers.  When I started, there was very little in the way of accurate accounts of choosing to live this way.  So I decided to build one.  So did @Little Sherri so check out his blog.  @Stroller is relatively quiet these days but carries a very big ideological stick.  He seemed to be on a very similar path to the one you are treading.  He put his 24/7 ambitions on-hold for the sake of his family but now it's his turn.  He lives permanently in cloth nappies.  Collectively we've made a bunch of mistakes so that maybe you don't have to 🤣   I love reading.  I love writing.  I have loads of time and a vast expanse of monitors on my computer desk that I waste hours at.  I appreciated the long-form expository and the opportunity to try to answer.  Thank you!

Chapter 53 "I don't need one though, I'm not some kid who..." Alexa didn't get a verbal response, but she did get a quick smack on her inner thigh, and then a dagger filled look. A twinge of her bladder, an ache of her ass, a grumble in her belly telling her she needed the potty made Alexa malleable. "Sweetie, do we need another spanking? I'm more than happy to provide." The old dog could sense when she had the upper hand on someone she had wanted to correct for so long, and relished it. Soaked in it. "C-can I use the bathroom first before we do this?" Alexa asked. Time was a resource here. One Alexa needed to spend so Diana could arrive and save the day. "Oh no, we can get this done before you even need the potty. Besides, for someone of your age, their bathroom in on their waist!" Alexa's fingers were grabbed roughly as they were squished into an odd, sticky feeling pad on the table in front of her; without skipping a beat, the woman clicked a few buttons, filling the screen with Alexa's fingerprints. The procedure was repeated for her other hand. Squirmy, Alexa had her hand pushed down while the woman tutted, typing Alexa's "details" in with her free hand. CHILD SAFETY ID LEXI EVIE JOHNSON-SAUERS Preferred Name - Evie Date of Birt-... "Hey wait a minute, you put a number that says I'm 4 years old!" Alexa cried out, as if the situation was not the height of absurdity already. "And that's not my last name! Or first! Or middle!" "Right, I suppose 4 years don't pee themselves anymore, do they?" For a brief second, she changed it to say Alexa was two, before changing it to actually say Alexa was a more reasonable age. Reasonable in the sense of attending daycare or pre-school, not reasonable in the sense of Alexa being a fully grown woman. Alexa glowered. Her arms crossed themselves and she said nothing, even as the camera was pointed at her. "Aww sweetie, smile! Wait....wait..." The lady stalled, before leaving the room for the briefest of seconds. Alexa, balancing a careful act of not filling her diaper and wanting to mess with the lady, reached across the empty space between her and the keyboard to use some of her own skills. Scrambling to make her age accurate, she didn't hit the save icon, unintentionally undoing all her work. Miss M returned before she could cause any real havoc, and Alexa escaped her wrath with her quick hands. In her hand was one of those dorky bucket hats you'd wear as either a joke or to protect yourself from the sun; Alexa got it put on her head purely due to having the daycare's logo on it, combined with a slot for two messy pigtails to come out. By the time the lady was done with threading her hair through it, Alexa was defeated. Bathroom. Bathroom. Thats all she needed. "Look at that! Adorable. Now even in your photo everyone will know where you go. Say cheese!" The smile wasn't big enough. Then it was too big, then it was.... Alexa wasn't sure. She lost herself in the horridness of the moment and held back a pang in her bowels once more. "We're missing something..." Miss M said, before looking around the room, noticing the un-used pacifier, and popping it into Alexa's mouth. "Now give me a big grin, Evie!" Pacifier half out, braces gleaming at the edges of her mouth not hidden behind rubber, Alexa's eyes shut, dorky glasses sliding down her nose as a mess filled her diaper, a gasp, and then someone rapping on the door as the old crone gloated over the "wonderful" photo. Diana, looking out of breath, exasperated, and plain fed up, had arrived. A few minutes too late, as the Child Safety ID silently registered in government systems Alexa never had heard of, updating rows and columns with information few would question. "What in the world is going on?" Diana said, looking like she had thrown on some clothes, driven straight over, physically filling the space between Alexa and the now more nice looking daycare owner. "Well, it all started when...." Alexa had the pleasure of hearing Miriam's version of events, telling Diana her own right after, with the woman a silent judge, nodding along. If Diana had an opinion, she did not express it immediately. Finally, she sighed. First, she jumped down Miriam's throat for spanking Alexa, for changing her, for the ID, for the pacifier, for all of it. But then she sighed and turned to Alexa, who, after hearing how her actions were just as silly, chewed on the end of the pacifier and squirmed in her mess. The photo sat in front of her. Did she really need to mess herself in every identification photo? "Alexa, you know better. It's always better to be the bigger person. Look where you are now just because you couldn't stomach Miriam's madness for a little bit. I probably would've spanked you myself, lest the kids get out of line." Diana said with a huff, checking Alexa's band-aid. "Besides, Miria was trying to help you Alexa, even if she didn't know it - you have to be wearing your mouth guard when you don't need to talk, remember?" Alexa glumly nodded. "Y-yesh, bubb..." Diana tutted. "Don't interrupt me, young lady." Diana said with her hands on her hips. "Now, I brought you a change of office clothes. And a change for your diaper. I'll give you them if you apologize to Misses Miria." She dramatically turned around. "And you'll get out of me calling the police for assault charges when you apologize to Alexa." In one hand, the bag of clothes and Alexa's diapers; in another, the phone ready to dial. Both women gave apologies neither meant, given the threat (or promise) in front of them, sighing once they had let the words escape. Alexa's had called Miria Misses M, and Misses M had called Alexa Evie. Miss M spoke up first. "Diana, while we are on the same discussion, and before I have to attend to the other children - might you make sure Evie wears a bit more....appropriate attire for a child while attending daycare? A few parents have been disconcerted at an unknown adult riding with the children, you see." The logic made a perverse sort of sense. "Alexa's not one of the other children, first off." Diana placed the baggy of clothes in Alexa's lap. "But...understood, you are doing a favor for a friend. She'll change here once she's ready to go to work. And unless she repeats the same exact behavior again, please call me before any disciplinary actions like today occur. I'm her Emergency contact, after all. Does that make sense?" Misses M nodded. "Of course, thank you for the compromise." It was hard to want to fight with a messy diaper strapped around your waist. Alexa had learned that feeling all too well. It was much easier to talk once she and Diana were alone, even if it was as Diana changed her messy diaper. "Alexa, don't make me tan your cheeks even more. Come on, you know the drill, grab your ankles." Diana said, slightly, in a totally non painful way, swatting Alexa's inner thigh. Diana's relaxation and shift towards acting like Carol made Alexa smile a bit. Alexa hadn't even questioned the fact that Diana had told her to get on the changing table or how used to this pose she was becoming. "Lucky for you, I had some aloe in the car. Your cheeks would've been burning all day." Diana rubbed the soothing gel in an appreciated gusto from Alexa. Reaching for the business clothes, Alexa sighed, chewing her lip as Diana looked at the ID. The clothes were just out of grasp. "Adorable. I guess in someway you are a Sauer now, aren't you~. Why are your eyes shut so tightly in this photo?" She turned it over in her hand, before handing it back to Alexa, who slipped it into her backpack. Alexa's lack of response spoke volumes. "Oh...On camera? Sorry about that sweet. Sorry as well that it took me so long to get here. For a second, I forgot it wasn't one of my actual kids at Little Tykes and was just going to head back to sleep. James saved your bacon." That made Alexa laugh enough to forget the situation. Still, she was quite nude in solely a diaper, and now that she was sat up, Alexa made a grab for the clothes to fix that little issue. Diana tutted. "Lex, you heard the compromise. I'm sorry but you have to go back in the shortalls. Or did some of your accident get on them?" Diana said, looking into the clothes for the tell tale wetness or discoloration. "N-no, but I just, uhm..." Alexa looked with the saddest puppy eyes at Diana. "I just wanna not think on this morning, I'm sorry Diana. I really have to? They are so....s-soooooo childish! I mean, I feel so silly recently. I have to go to daycare in the morning, dress like a schoolgirl in the evening, breastfed, then I sleep in a crib. Top it off, one of the executives I work with walked in on me changing. And your husband found out I'm diaper dependent!" While Alexa babbled and started spiraling a bit, Diana got her dressed back up. Once she was done, Diana sat on the edge of the changing table, allowing Alexa a soft cry into her shoulder. "Lex, this too shall pass. One day you'll get to drive, you'll graduate from school, and we'll whip that potty training into shape. What matters isn't what you wear, but what you are. Who you are. I will never let anyone, ever, ever hurt you, okay? But right now, when you're here, you have to follow the agreement we made." Diana said, wiping tears from Alexa's eyes. The room took on an air of silence. Alexa nodded. "Th-thanks Diana. You always know how to make a girl feel better even when her ID says she's four and she's three diaper changes deep before 8 am." Diana laughed. "Oh Lex, I'm so glad you're in my life. Now, I do apologize sweetie, but I was planning on taking James to a medical appointment this morning. I'll have to depart." Alexa nodded. There was a slight rap on the door, Miss M likely having been hovering outside. Diana bid Alexa adieu, and Miss M confiscated the adult pile of clothes. And her backpack too. As if to offer her some consolation, the old witch slipped on the lanyard Alexa had barely ever paid attention to with the kids. Inside the lanyards little pocket was her child safety ID, front and center, plucked from her backpack like the witch had a homing device on where it was. "I don't need to wear that, come on." Alexa said, fiddling with the lanyard before the woman wagged her finger. "You heard Ms Sauers, your guardi-...sorry, 'Emergency Contact'. You can come to my office to change. But while here, I can't have the kids or parents complaining that we have someone different. Do you want to find a substitute ride? Keep complaining and we'll go there, Evie Sauers." "N-no, but, can I just stay in your office and work? I'll be good, promise...?" Alexa said it meekly. Any trickle of resistance left her once the lanyard weighed down her neck. Miss M shook her head. "Maybe tomorrow when you're a bit better behaved, mhm? Still have breakfast to go. Let's walk you to your class." It was a different room then Alexa and been in, with different workers who never had seen Alexa as an adult, but seemed more than willing to accept her as Evie the tempestuous spunky brat. With all of her belongings placed in a cubby marked with cute pink letters proclaiming EVIE, Alexa tried her best to compartmentalize. Listen to Diana. This too shall pass. "Sweetie, you're here just in time for breakfast!" The worker said, escorting Alexa to a place on the floor, surrounded by a gaggle of children. She had a clipboard in hand. "Now, your mommy doesn't seem to have put anything in your dietary file...does anything make your stomach hurt? Or should we call mom just to make sure?" This too shall pass, Alexa kept repeating to herself, as she swallowed some soggy cereal, two dry boiled eggs, and some stale white bread. Even when she narrowly dodged a thrown milk box and an apple core. Deep breath. Chapter 54 Alexa's watch buzzed, the alarm she had set for herself. Mandatory suffering time at daycare was up! Time to get out of this madhouse. Walking to collect her backpack, she made it all the way to the door, which... Did not budge. Oh, a deadbolt on the door. Right, that made sense, can't have the kids try to escape, or a bad trying to get in, good thing she could reach with a nearby stool... "Sweetie, it's not time to head outside just yet! Let's put our stuff down and sit back down next to Dayleigh, okay?" Ready to give the woman a piece of her mind, Alexa turned on her heels. "I am n-...." The door behind her opened. Miss M had come to collect her. "Evie, your pickup is here sweetie." Sweet relief, saved by the damn bell! Walking behind the daycare owner, Alexa tried not to think that if the daycare owner had not been there to come collect her, she would have been screwed. Sure, she might undo the bolt, but now a worker would think she's a runaway child. Which would raise more questions! Which likely would annoy that old bitch Miss M. Alexa did not stop fuming till her blouse was finished being buttoned and her slacks wrapped around her dry diaper. Miss M gave her a wink. "You know, I did tell you I'd let you come to my office if you simply were a good girl. Getting up when not told falls outside that category. Better luck Monday, you'll have a whole morning to prove yourself." Alexa didn't dignify her with a response. The gall. That woman would get a piece of her mind one day. Miss M enjoyed watching the girl stomp off, diaper peeking slightly above her waistband. More than that, she enjoyed that Alexa hadn't noticed she'd been let out of the building by Miss M graciously unlocking the sealed door - which only the workers badges or a parents app might allow. The young had so much wisdom to learn from the old! Whatever the brats age, Evie would learn what a little bit of respect, obedience, and guidance was. Chapter 55 Work was a typical Friday affair. Alexa found herself chewing on the tip of her pen throughout the entire day, her mind off not in a day-dream, but thinking about work projects next week. She had a level of distaste at having the mouth guard occupying the empty space of her mouth this morning, thinking it more of a pacifier than anything. Just as she was about to get up for lunch (and a change), someone from the front of the building paged her office. Apparently she had a visitor. It was the one and only, James. Huh, Diana had been messaging her, but that was for making sure she was checking her diaper. And receiving pictures of it. "Hey Alexa. I was driving around and figured you'd might want some company for lunch." James said it with that goofy smile she had grown used to. "My medical appointment turned out great! Interested?" "Definitely!" Forgetting the squish of her diaper, she zipped out of the company parking lot with James and had an enjoyable meal with him. On the way back, Alexa and James stopped for some coffee, Alexas selection more sugar and syrup than anything else. James bought her coffee. His mind came out through his eyes when he was relaxed. Alexa could tell he wanted to ask something. "Alexa, Diana told me I might have been a bit insensitive when I was changing your diaper. Sorry for my curious comments, I promise they didn't come from a bad place. I imagine a girl your age likely doesn't want another adult wiping her down and changing her bottom." He said it, giving the telltale sign of someone who had been corrected by their spouse and was trying to make it right. "It's all water under the bridge, I know you meant very well." Alexa said with a smile. "You don't need a change now, do you? Diana said I should ask." James said. Alexa knew Diana had to be messing with her at this point. For once, Alexa summoned the courage to lie. "Nope, all dry!" Alexa said, the squish of her diaper refreshing itself and further yellowing as she unknowingly spurted more pee out into it. She returned to her office, finding it undisturbed, working the rest of the afternoon away before realizing her ride from Little Tyke's would likely be arriving soon. Her hands were stuck in a permanent prayer in the hopes that it would not be Miria. Of course. Fate was a cruel mistress tonight. Miss M stood by the car, shifting around as Alexa approached, the autumn evening a bit chillier than expected. Alexa warmed by a peacoat Jodie or Joan had so graciously donated to her. Rain dripped down irregularly. "Alright sweetie. Up in the boot. Your guardian said you forgot your school clothes on you and that you probably needed a change. Not to worry, I grabbed something from the lost and found." Alexa, steel yourself. Shit, she had forgot her school clothes. Plus, they were hanging outside on the clotheslines, which she had forgot to take down this morning. Just put up with whatever comments she has to say. "Oh, uhm, I can change myself...." Alexa whined, the trunk opening to reveal no one in the car, but several of the seats laid down to allow for a changing mat. "Nonsense, it'll be much quicker if I help you. Up up up!" The woman said, taking Alexa by her armpits and stripping her out of the very wet diaper. The wrinkle in the woman's nose and Alexas relief told the story more than words. Yet... "Evie, you can't let your diapers get this wet...One more spurt and those nice, thin, adult pants would be soaked. Wouldn't some shortalls be so much safer sweetie?" Shit. Alexa hadnt even noticed that. When had she wet her diaper? She was sure she's gone to the bathroom....sometime....this afternoon.....perhaps? Her diaper had been changed after riding with James, and then... "Right....I knew about that!" Alexa trailed off. "Uhm, I can definitely put on my outfit. Myself." "Oh sweetie, please, it'll just be so much quicker if you stop fussing. There's no wisdom in fighting a more efficiency process, you know. Besides, what outfit? I had to grab you one from our lost and found. Here, I'll put some cartoons on for you. And where's your mouth guard? Your mommy and I talked about making sure you wear that." A tablet thrown to occupy her hands, momentarily distracting her, before the pacifier popped into her mouth. With the diaper secured, Miss M pulled up plastic pants that felt a size too small. Alexa tried to resist them. "Sweet Evie, didn't we just establish that you almost went pee pee so much that your adult clothes were ruined? Really darling, bless you, but lets use a bit of common sense." So the plastic pants stayed. Alexa allowed the humiliation, more annoyed at the itchy cotton tights than were pulled over the diaper than the rubber bit in her mouth that let her grind freely. That, plus an itchy black diaper cover over the plastic pants that Miss M loved so much, somewhat not matching the new outfit the daycare owner was putting her in. Why would she ever need a diaper cover plus plastic plants? It was not that different from her previous school outfit. You'd only notice the difference if you were a fashion snob, on the uniform enforcement board, or wearing it. A very tight camisole that pressed down what little bumps Alexa imagined she had. A smart blouse and necktie. A rough cotton jumper with a similar pattern to her actual outfit. It felt like wearing the same outfit, but a bit older, the materials more worn, the... Oh and the skirt allowed enough of the diaper to peak out. Peak out more than it already did. The diaper cover was a saving grace. Dangit. This was a good lesson on why Alexa should never forget to do her chores. She felt like she was done learning "good lessons" for the day. Once it was all done, Alexa knew what was going to happen next. She popped her pacifier out. That stupid damn carseat. "Listen, I don't need the car seat Miss M. I promise illlll-mfffff...." The pacifier found its home in her mouth. "Sweetie, Provincial law is a thing. We have to abide by it. We can't always be marching to the beat of our drum, you know!" Alexa, ready for it to be over, just allowed it. This time, all the tightened cords of the car seat were just a bit more snug, a bit more blatantly there, a bit more ready to bite into her flesh if her squirming kept up. With a pat on Alexas head, Miss M gave her the tablet once more. Then slipped her headphones onto her head. "Nice and safe, aren't we Evie?" Alexa got her revenge. Upon pulling into NBU, Alexa played the role of a good girl, allowing Miss M to let her guard down. The second the last restraint was let loose, and Miss M had stepped back, Alexa grabbed her backpack, jumped out of the car, and bolted quicker than Miss M could counteract. "ThankssomuchIhavearidebackkkkk!" Alexa said smugly. Miss M was annoyed, having wanted to walk her charge into the building, but let her go. After all, when she was leaving her office clothes in a pile in the backseat, not stuffed into her backpack, why chase after her? Her loss. Chapter 56 For once today, besides work, there was no drama right when Alexa walked into a room. No anything really. She was Eve Johnson. The evening remedial class was peaceful. Alexa raised her hand a few times, scribbled some notes on the teachers performance (it was a different teacher from last time, meaning Alexa felt she had no bias) and generally acted like a shy girl who knew more than she let on. Next to her, looking the part of a delinquent or forlorn student, a student passed her a note. R U EVE JOHNSON? Alexa felt bemused. She nodded. NO WAY...IM EVE JAMESON!!!! R WE SISTERS? Ah, the girl who started this mess. Alex scribbled a note back. NO WAY, THEY THOUGHT I WAS U!!!! The other girl smiled cheekily. "Eve and Eve, a bit less of the notes, a bit more focus on the lesson, alright young ladies? We're here for a reason." The teacher said, a few eyes darting back to them. The forlorn Eve Jameson retreated back. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Hmphm. Alexa felt her rebellious side growing. She just had to be a bit more cheeky with it. F HER, RIGHT? SO LAME Alexas note was sneaky enough, and brought a big grin back to the girls face; her new found friend quickly passed her another note back. FOR SURE! HEY LETS HANG, MY NUMBER IS....IF UR PARENTS ARE COOL WITH ME COMING OVER, MINE R LAME SOMETIMES The teacher coughed, but not to speak to Alexa or her new found friend. It was time for a bathroom break. Alexa did need to use the potty, and her...downstairs area was feeling swampy with all the layers of plastic and cloth that were currently blocking them off. As she began walking towards the bathroom, one of the researchers spotted her. "Perfect, perfect. Note passing, I love it. After this bathroom break, you'll have a quiz. Instead of using your adult knowledge on this history examination, imagine you're Alexa Johnson, who either cares little about the class, or knows even less. Suspend prior knowledge in the spirit of deliberate unknowing. We'd like to imagine the educator's response when a candidate does not meet the minimum performance threshold's and benchmarks that are established for academic competency." Intense word salad. Alexa cut through it. "So you want me to fail?" "Exactly!" It was quite fun, playing pretend on the quiz. A history quiz, Alexa imagined the half answers someone who was her, but not her, would give. Eventually the quiz was over. "Alright class. Everyone in exchange papers with your seat partner...." For Alexa, her new note buddy. "We'll do some self-styled grading. I'll read out the answer and you'll mark your partners. Alexa received the lowest score she'd ever received on an examination, an 8 percent. That was unintentional, having given the actual date of the Magna Carta on a bonus question. Her friend gave her a smile. Alexa, grading her friends quiz, saw she got a 100 percent. Even playing pretend as a dummy could feel a bit bad. The teacher collected the exams, grimacing when she saw Alexa's, but saying nothing. Her poorly named friend smiled. "Don't sweat it. I can help you study for the next one!" It was still a Friday, and the parents who had dropped their kids off weren't expecting them to be there all night. Alexa was the last to leave, the dean and researcher having snuck in at sometime during the class. "Just wonderful Ms Johnson! Wonderful. Failing the examination, I mean. This examination into deliberate unknowing will lead to fascinating results. Please, next time, arrive already in that state of mind as if you truly were that person. Method acting, but for the advancement of our great university." He said it mostly jokingly, like a passing comment as Alexa floated out of the school, into James car, and thankfully back home. Joan and her sister saw her in the schoolgirl outfit, but if they cared, they said nothing. Both looked annoyed at something, and they were dressed more mature than Alexa. Alexa realized she never really spoke to the two of them. "You two alright?" Alexa asked, both girls peeking up from their phones. "Hey Miss Johnson, yeah, we're fine. How was school?" Jodie asked, eyes flicking between her and Joan. "Boring, you know." Alexa wasn't sure if they knew why she was dressed as a schoolgirl. "You know, you can just call me Alexa." Both girls smiled. Joan seemed like she had a curiosity that just had to be quenched. "Alexa...can we borrow some of your clothes? We just like trying clothes on! We love your outfits and mom just hates us and buys us bad clothes." A choice. A choice to make the kids like her more. "I don't think she hates you. Don't say that about your parents... But...yeah, of course. Feel free, as long as your mom is okay with whatever you wear. And you return it when you're done wearing it." Hopefully that wasn't a mistake. Both girls jumped up and squealed and hugged Alexa. She split off from the girls. Chapter 57 Finally ready to put her backpack down, change into some adult attire, check her diaper, and just hide away for the evening (hadn't someone wanted to make plans with her?), Alexa opened her bedroom door. Of course, there sat a comfortably dressed Pearl, a sweatshirt and sweatpants disguising her voluptuous body. They were either from when she was pregnant, or her husband's. The jury was still out. "Hey sweetie! Geez, sorry for forgetting about this morning - I bet you were pretty hungry, huh!" Pearl said, taking Alexas backpack. "Don't worry, I pumped throughout the day, that fridge is starting to fill up!" Great. Alexas personal milkmaid was here. Seething a bit, Alexa felt herself about to explode. Both in the sense of needing the bathroom and from her temper. Just one minute of her own time. One minute. She'd been holding it since the quiz. "Pearl....can I please just change first before uhm, I help you? I've had a heck of a day." Alexa said, stripping out of her schoolgirl outfit, which Pearl took, examining the old uniform. "Geez, where'd you find this Alexa? The seams on this tell me it's age without even checking the tag." Alexa still had a bit of dignity. Thankfully, her diaper was dry as a bone, but she still didn't want to display it. The diaper cover came off. "Well, I forgot my outfit and that daycare lady gave me it. Very itchy." "I see why. No rush tonight, date night went well, thanks to youuuu, but I don't need a repeat just yet~." Alexa uttered the sort of noise or reaction you'd expect, eventually finding some pajama pants and a loose top she'd never worn before, but were both very cute. She slipped off the plastic pants with haste. The clothes were in her hand. Right, she would get these on and then use the bathroom, and then tell Pearl to.... Pearls voice squeaked. "May-maybe i just spoke too soon..." Alexa turned slowly. Pearls sweatshirt was now proudly sporting two growing milk stains. "Shit. I'm not sure why...maybe it's the baby powder? Damnit. I'm such a cow." Alexa was a softie at heart. "D-dont say that. Here Pearl, just, uhm, wait one minute, I need the bathroom and I'll get you sorted right away..." Alexas hand just briefly touched Pearls, and the milk spots seem to surge forth. Had they a mind of their own? "Sorry, uhm, not a good idea for us to touch if I'm already leaking." Pearl said. Alexa was practical. She could hold her need for the bathroom. Probably. The plan developed as she executed it. One minute each boob, run to the bathroom, then finish this. Then explain to Pearl she was done being her homo-sapien milk pump. "Pea-pearl. I really need the uhm, bathroom, but...I'll release the pressure, you know, and then dash to the bathroom and then come back and finish up, okay?" Alexa said, bowels already telling her she was on a fools errand. Pearl perked up. "Okay sweetie! Maybe this will be good, you know? A little bit of kangaroo care?" Pearl lifted the sweatshirt, which was larger than Alexa considered, and Alexa slipped into her lap. Right. Zone out for the experience. Playfully, Pearl covered Alexa with the sweatshirt like a kangaroo keeping its kin in its marsupium. "Kangar-....?" The milk didn't wait for Alexa to latch. It ran down in little streams, now running over Alexa's belly as their bodies meshed together. The sweatshirt didn't mind Alexa's lithe form. It sucked her in, a black blob of darkness descending around Alexa as she could only hear Pearl's voice. Pearl's body did not naturally reject her form. Soft, welcoming, cozy, it was like having a comfortable pillow in the perfect spot. The warmth was not overwhelming, but calming. Alexa's arms naturally held onto Pearls sides, while the woman pulled her own arms into the sweatshirt and snuggled with Alexa. "Kangaroo care. Skin-to-skin contact. It's for bonding with a newborn. It promotes their health and helps kick the mothers body into over-drive. The baby gets all the nutrients and love it needs, while the mother deepens her connection. There's a lot of science behind it...." Pearl said, absentmindedly stroking the back of Alexa's head. Alexa wasn't sure what was happening, but Pearl's voice was beautifully sinking into her head. What did that even mean? Beautifully sinking? Her mind tried to parse that next. She was counting the seconds to make sure she didn't stay too long, but it was as if her brain was resting, the numbers fading. She wasn't believing whatever mumbo jumbo Pearl was saying, but still.... The warm milk flowing into her gullet... Pearl's warm body..... The darkness making all her other senses heightened.... Pearl's lovely voice.... A slight scratching on her neck... Mmm, the tasty milk. All the stress in Alexa let go not at once, but like a dam with a big enough crack for water to seep through. Alexa entered that state between sleep and reality, where your body functions on its own - in this instance, like a babe greedily draining her mother. Pearl, unable to really see Alexa, was none the wiser, just reading off her phone about the health benefits. Her heart felt warmed, her mind speaking with the hormones she had first felt when her own child latched. It was...an unintentionally intimate experience. Once she moved Alexa's head to her other boob, she remembered a bit too late the girl had mentioned needing the bathroom. Or well, that she mentioned one minute only for each boob. Pearl herself remembered it because she could feel the spread of warm across her knee; Alexa's diaper and legs were the only parts of her body that peeked out, meaning the fact Alexa was filling it was quiet obvious. Pearl tutted, but just held Alexa's head closer to her bosom. Her change could come later. Pearl could change the young woman as many times she had needed, she'd do that for someone who had helped her so much. Alexa stewed inside her sweatshirt, making some mews or other noises, but otherwise, dead silent. Pearl let the silence in the room take over. Through her bosom and the tight hold of the clothing, she could feel Alexa's heartbeat next to hers. The rhythm was continuous, as was Alexa's slight breathing, the break she'd take after a few vigorous sucks, the squirm Alexa did if Pearl stopped scratching her neck and back. For Alexa, she could feel Pearl's heartbeat, feel when she breathed in and out, when she adjusted even a bit. She felt when Pearl put her phone down and held her tighter, the warmth making her sink deeper into the woman. The part of her that wanted to whisper a lullaby or say something comforting was underneath the surface of Pearl's subconscious, but not in control - yet. Slowly, she felt her body turn it's gears and squeeze Alexa tighter. Pearl's brain was flooded her with the sort of emotions not common between two adults, but as she pat Alexa's full diaper, using the word two there was perhaps the wrong description. The joking about kangaroo and skin to skin had definitely morphed. It was just that neither woman had realized it. Pearl felt herself ease up slowly, the milk drying up....eventually. This had been their longest milking so far. Who knows how long. It was must of had been late in the evening now. Alexa looked at peace. Pearl let her little friend snuggle tightly into her, especially since she heard Alexa's phone vibrating. Loudly. Grabbing it, Pearl answered the call. Chapter 58 "Hello?" Pearl spoke with a softness which disarmed the caller, having expected the sometimes rushed, sometimes confused, tone that Alexa loved to answer her calls with. "Who is this?" The voice sounded...slightly befuddled. "Where's Alexa Johnson?" Pearl looked at the contact. Hm. One of Alexas friends? "Oh, this is Pearl, one of her friends. She's taking a nap right now. Out like a light. What do you need from her?" Trisha seemed...offended. Standoffish? "Friend? Are you two, uhm, friend friends, or some sort of...." Pearl laughed. Alexa made no movement. Pearl's laugh would disarm a concern, as if not to mock you, but to mock the idea you proposed for being so absurd it only needed a laugh to be refuted. "No, nothing like that. Alexa helps me with a persistent medical issue I have. Nothing as base as that. Should I wake her up?" Trisha's edgy voice relaxed. "Well, in the next hour or so I was going to get ready to go clubbing, and she agreed to come with. Our last date went...well, nevermind that." "I did not know that..." Nevermind, Pearl thought. "Date?" Pearl smiled at the little thing in front of her, suckling a pacifier and in a diaper a few steps from leaking. Clubbing? Perhaps Pearl might join lest wherever they attend be too much for Alexa. And...Pearl wasn't elderly. She could have a good time. "Where to?" Trisha gave the name of the club through still slightly gritted teeth. "Oh, now that's a nice spot. A little more strip joint than a club, but....hm~. Bold second date choice. Mind if I join?" "S-sure?" Trisha was saying it the exact way you'd say 'yes, but please realize I don't want you to come'. Pearl sensed an air of offense on the other end. "I don't really drink, so I'll be your driver." That sold Trisha. "Pe-perfect! Uhm, could you put Alexa on the phone? I was sort of wondering what she was wearing, I wanted to coordinate a bit..." Pearl's newest laugh was mischievous. "Well, what would you like her to wear? I'll likely be dressing her, or helping at least. I'll certainly be changing her." Trisha's eyes bulged a bit. "Something blue? Changing, do you mean her, uhrm, you know....didn't know she had people for that sort of thing, not that there's anything wrong with that." "Yes dear, I have to change her diaper before she's coming out with you on your date. Might you have any more questions? Perhaps what color diaper Alexa will be wearing? Anything about me~? Or can we both get ready?" Trisha wasn't sure why she cared so much about this, but Alexa was...well Alexa's was hers to play with. Whoever this was, she didn't really like them. She enjoyed teasing the little nerd, but this was something different. Maybe it was because Trisha had already smoked and drank before making the call. That always made her paranoid. "On your honor as a woman, you two aren't, uh, hooking up?" She said bluntly. "The closet I've gotten to her in that manner is changing a diaper. I'm not sexually attracted to women. Is that enough for your paranoia?" Pearl said, annoyed. This call was over. "We'll call you when we're on our way." Trisha sat in her smaller apartment, the phone clicking. Hmphm. Changed and then dressed? The mystery deepened with this diapered girl. Chapter 59 Pearl and Diana were a terrible combination for Alexa. They were on the same wavelength when it came to outfits. And especially when it came to what Alexa should wear to the club. "I-i cant wear this in a place where you're dancing! What if it flips up! What if it..." They had settled on a very non-Alexa outfit. A short kaftan dress, the sort of things with loose sleeves, a loose body fit but terminating at the mid thigh, and covered in a regal blue and gold assortment of sewn in flower designs. The cut helped give Alexa the appearance of a bosom. It gave Alexa the appearance of club attire without needing a tight dress that felt more exposing than being naked. The earrings they decided on fit the blue theme, while Alexas lips were covered with a bright coral color. It...was very beautiful on the young lady. But not very much her style. She shifted awkwardly in the kitchen, wobbling a bit side to side. Her tummy felt full. Still, with cajoling, teasing that Pearl was her chaperone, and a pre-club shot downed (the kids were asleep, after all), Alexa was brought out and into Pearls car. Pearls outfit was a quick change into an actually raunchy outfit. Her husband slapping Pearl's ass on the way out in front of Alexa made the girl groan. Trisha had both beat. A tight blue bodycon dress, it showed off every curve - and the fact that Trisha had no bra or underwear on. "Wo-w Trisha, you look....amazing!" Alexa said stunned beyond words. "Pixie, you have me beat. You're cuter than a button. I love that on you." Trisha looked at Pearl, and without skipping a beat, locked her lips onto Alexa's, eyes focused on Pearl the entire time. Two women more scantily clad than Trisha walked by, as did a man in something best described as banana hammock. "Wow, those are some revealing clothes!" Alexa whispered to her companions. "Do you think the club will let them in?" Pearl ripped the band-aid off. "You know this is a strip-club, right Alexa? As in, those are probably the dancers sweetie." Alexa bit her lip. "R-right. That makes sense. Uh, I've never really been to a uh, uhm, strip club. Are you su-reeee..." Alexa's arms got grabbed by her two companions, both agreeing for once. "Oh, you'll be fine you innocent virgin!" Trisha said. "Sweetie, I've been to a few strip clubs in my days, you'll love it~." Pearl said, backing Trisha up. For once, Alexa had no issue getting into somewhere. Perhaps it was because she was with two obvious adults. Once she had the right wristband, Alexa found herself falling victim to the same issue as the last time she went out - the drinks kept flowing. Pearl was a terrible instigator, ordering a water for herself, and then a drink for both girls. Trisha had indicated to Pearl that they wanted to close out, but Alexa was a hard woman to find once she started going on her little drunk quests. She would buy a drink for a pretty girl here, get sucked into a table with some men there, find herself paying for a combination of shots with a bachelorette party, and just generally, lose all her awkwardness with alcohol infused confidence. Eventually both Trisha, who had got distracted talking to a co-ed who wanted to work in a similar field, and Pearl, who knew the owner 's daughter, came together and put a stop to Alexa's little odyssey. "Alexa, we haven't even got to the fun part yet!" Trisha said, pulling her past a faux bookshelf which went downstairs to... Alexa was by no means a prude. But seeing...well, some of the hottest naked women you could dancing, crawling, and then serving drinks to you might make you understand why she felt the way she did. They were in all sorts of states of dress - bunny costumes, lingerie, pure nudity, one was even a slutty tavern wench. Through another door, she saw the part which included men stripping for a just as excited crowd. Their costumes were perhaps less creative, but just as raunchy. Alexa did not say a word, her mouth wide open and jaw dropped. "Keep your mouth opened like that for too long, and a fly will buzz right in." Pearl said, smiling as she brought Alexa's jaw back to a normal place. "Did you bring cash?" "N-no, but I'll get some!" Alexa said, happy to run to the ATM. Here came drunk, even more reckless Alexa. "Stop, stop, stop sweetie." Pearl said, grabbing Alexa by the collar. "Your girl friend..." The space was deliberate, as was the wink. "...and I got you some bills. Let's take you around...." They wandered into the male side, less busy than the female side, but no less racy. One of the strippers walked up to the women, a tight black thong showing off his package, stuffed to the gills with bills. "Drink?" He asked all three. Alexa, of course, ordered something for the three of them. When he came back, she tried to pay normally, with Trisha giggling. "o-oh, ri-right..." Alexa said, stopping her handing of the bill to the stripper and instead putting it in his waistband. "Thanks! Let me know if you ladies need anything, or something to hit a bit harder than a drink." His playful wink at Alexa made her blush. Trisha wanted to progress the night. She wanted Alexa to break out of that little shell and enjoy some real fun with her. So she yanked her back over, towards a dancer that was beautiful. She may have been beautiful but she seemingly was dancing all by herself. Shoved in the hotseat, Alexa was forced to throw bills and yell out remarks that were whispered to her. Trisha turned to Pearl. "You...actually are not interested in Pixie, are you?" "No, not at all. Alexa is..." Her brain felt warm and mushy slightly. "...not that for me. You are interested though. You don't just have lust for her. Are you going to treat her well? Help her act...uh...with a bit more prudence?" The conversation was hard to have with blaring music. "Y-yes, of course I would. Always." Alexa had attracted a crowd. The shy virgin routine which made her quite skittish had meant the dancer enjoyed teasing bill after bill out of her, one girl came over to encourage her to put a bill in her thong, another came over to give her a body shot, and then a third completed the triangle curious if the coke bottle glasses girl was of age. A male stripper who was more chiseled than Alexa thought possible had seemingly also taken an interest... Pearl winked at Trisha, and mouthed a few words before walking up to the crowd. "She's yours." Alexa was feeling very very overwhelmed. Already buzzed, yes. But the real buzz was coming from down below. A slight need for the bathroom, maybe? But that was her lying to herself. She was horny. It was washing over her. Starting in her brain, twisting around that, making her spine shiver, her loins cry out. A woman's ass right in her face, a hand hovering above a six pack, a shot from between a woman's bosom. It was impossible not to feel it. Then she started thinking of Trisha playing with her body. "Well Lex, no one would know that this is your first time in a strip club~. You were telling me you wanted a private dance, right?" Pearl whispered something to one of the girls and then handed her a wad of bills. "Wa-wait, uhm..." Alexa wasn't sure what was happening, but she was confused. The girl who had taken the bill giggled. "Well sweetie, if we have to start on first base, why don't you buy me a drink first?" Alexa nodded, waddling towards the bar to get the both of them drinks. Then, before the drinks even came out, a girl in her underwear was pulling her back into the club. Far into the bowels of the club. A door, then some fake bead thing, then... Alexa thought she was really pretty and all, but... "Touch me all you want, sweet thing~. Your girlfriend gave me a nice tip." The stripper said with a wink, turning on sensual music before grinding...everywhere. It was hypnotic, watching the woman's body sway back and forth, and then...fuck, Alexa needed to play with herself. And she needed to pee. Bad. She wasn't sure which she needed more. The room felt like it was getting steamy. The girl removed what little clothes she had on. She'd said her name, but Alexa couldn't remember. Sapphire? Sanity? Star? That sounded right. "St-star, you look so gooooooooooood." Alexa whined, hands almost reaching out to the touch the girl. Smirking, Star took her hands, allowing some gentle touching. A slight knock came at the door, just as the dancer was using some lipstick to give Alexa a large kiss mark on her neck. "Heh, looks like your other friend paid for twice the fun..." Alexa had to get out of here. This...she wasn't sure, but it wasn't good. These ladies were going to mock her to oblivion if they found out she pissed herself. But then, a shot came in for the three of them, and her nerves cooled. Water for the strippers, alcohol stress relief for Alexa. Standing up already, Alexa because the main meat of a flesh sandwich. "What's the rush baby? Stay awhile~" The newest girl said, feeling Alexa's thighs, and then butt, grinding tightly against her, lifting her dress. If she felt anything odd, she said nothing. The other stripper stole her glasses, leaving kiss marks all over them. "Uhm, I..." Alexa felt like a log floating in a volatile ocean, pushing her every which way. However, she really really wanted to sink to the bottom of this ocean. F-fuck.... "You paid for 5 songs, you're gonna get 5...~" Ultimately, the strippers would do so much, but the one thing they wouldn't let Alexa do is what she wanted most - play with herself. So she was turning into a kettle ready to explode. As the third song started finishing up, Alexa found herself....dressless. The two strippers had eloquently stolen her outfit. Moving to the beat, they both worked together to strip Alexa. Was this normal? Alexa was certain it was not. She th-thought you stayed clothed and couldn't.....uhm...touch...damn the thought made her throb. The shock of it made Alexa begin to pee herself. Pee herself in the way where you stand rigid and everyone around you notices your odd posture. Both strippers seemed nonplussed. "Heh, your friend paid extra to see how long you would take to wet yourself. She bet you'd do it before we took your dress of. Those aren't really my thing, but whatever gets you going honey~." The original girl said, pushing Alexa onto the chair and driving her knee into Alexa's diaper, grinding for a second or two before pulling back. A knock came once more at the door. One of the girls peeked out, the other letting Alexa's eyes devour her chest. After an exchange of some money, Trisha appeared, definitely more drunk. The strippers left with a blow of a kiss, and placing her lipstick covered glasses back on her face. "Why is it that I always find you in a wet diaper and compromising situation, Pixie." Trisha tried to be playfully mean, but apparently it hit Alexa hard, leading to Trisha hugging her, and then kissing her, and then.... They exchanged a jello shot together, mouth to mouth, passing it back and forth before the sloppy jello just became a sloppy kiss. Wait, what she was mad about again? Alexa, in her lust filled dreams at night, had practiced for this moment. She seized the initiative. For once. Trisha found herself the target of a relentless onslaught of touching, groping, nibbling, and all the sort of things you'd imagine. It was Trishas turn to beg for relief. Alexa gave it to her. Once her tongue had hit the girls body, she felt a quiver, a shake, and then a gasp and a sputtering of Alexa's name over and over again. She'd lost to the girl who she was trying to make cum her brains out. Trisha fell into the warm glow after an orgasm, teasing Alexa's nipples and even groping her butt, before letting her hand move to the front of Alexas diaper. Alexa looked remarkably vulnerable and desperate there. "Trisha, I need to cum. I need to fucking cum. Fucking now." Trisha's eyes went wide. Alexa being that direct? Had the heavens fallen? "Well, I know just the girl t-...." A gruff voice shouted, making the girls yelp, while the door opened up. "Ladies, room rental is over. Get out." He didn't look too annoyed, just sort of like a bouncer who was doing his job. He stood at the door, but allowed Alexa the decency to get dressed. "Wa-wait...I...." Alexa was too drunk to think clearly. Her one hand was rubbing the front of her diaper. Trisha had to do it for the both of them. Maybe they'd gone a bit far in the club, doing that sort of thing. However, Alexa ran into the wrong pack of women as they walked out of the private room - the bachleorette party she had hung out with earlier. "Girls!" Alexa shouted, hands escaping rubbing her diaper. "Howa doin-s?" She threw her hands up, hugging the bride-to-be. The girls all giggled and embraced Alexa, apparently enjoying the attention. They were headed the same way, back onto the dance floor upstairs, with Trisha unable to resist the chatter of the women in Alexa's ear. Somewhere along the way they lost one the bachelorettes, giving Alexa a sash that said BABY FACE, BIG DRINKER. Horniness not fading, Alexa ran to the bar to get everyone some drinks. Pearl sat at the bar, chatting up the bartender like he was a family member. She turned her head at the sloppy drunk Alexa. Alexa, from a mix of a skyhigh libido and a crashing need for sleep and the bathroom, was wobbling on her feet. Trisha had to stop the girls hands from going under her dress. Pearl had to try to close her tab before she opened it. Alexa was a liability, and both women knew that, especially once she started talking to a stripper, eight beers in hand, and then waddled back to the girls. Somewhere a bet was made, and Alexa found herself on top of a table with one of the girls, dancing and kicking over some drinks. One of the bouncers started walking over. Pearl sighed. God damnit Alexa. With speedy hands only a mother could have, Pearl grabbed Alexa by the waist and yanked her off the table, beer still in hand. "Gotta go - wave bye bye Alexa." Alexa squirmed, reaching out for the bachelorette's, who were being talking to by the bouncer and going to get kicked out. "Ugh lemme go! Lemmmme go!" Alexa said, briefly getting the upper hand once they were on the street. Escaping, she ran the opposite way of the car, right into a nearby alley. Pearl and Trisha sprinted after her. What goes in, must, in Alexa's case, come out. At the end of the alley she was emptying all of what was in it, throwing up and clearly swaying side to side. Trisha and Pearl rolled their eyes at one another. Lightweight. As they slowly walked up to the girl, Alexa adopted a squat that would be familiar to any parent, or, for Trisha, to anyone who knew Alexa. Her dress had lightly ripped somewhere. So it was clear as day as she filled the thing to the brim, thumb in her mouth, standing up and feeling so much better. Trisha wanted to mess with her. "Alexa, what are you DOING!" Trisha said, as hectic and worried as she might sound. Alexa looked at her. Pearl looked at her. Both were confused. "That bouncer Alexa, he might call the cops. He saw you used a diaper. That's public urination! Voyeurism even!" Trisha said, eyes as wide as posssible. "N-no, thats not. Voyeurism? N-no....?" Alexa said, getting back into her squat as if she unknowingly needed to go again. "And public defecation! Do you wanna get in trouble, Pixie?" Trisha asked, pulling Alexa onto her feet. No more running this time. "Here Pearl had to plead with the bouncer not to call the police. He told us he already called, but he asked them not to come for you." "A-are you serious? N-no. Usin-using a diaper can't be...that's not ILLEGAL is it?" Alexa questioned. Trisha nodded. Pearl smirked. Oh Alexa. "Well, if you NEEDED it Alexa, then it's fine. Did you really have to pull your dress up and pee yourself in front of everyone?" Pearl questioned. Alexa hadn't done any of that. "And look, there's a camera right there, you just chose to mess yourself in front of it..." Pearl pointed abstractly into the sky, with Alexa too drunk to really figure out the truth of that statement, or any statement. "I d....did I? W-wait, I do'....you're lying! Mes-messing with...uhm..." A, loud blaring police siren came by and Alexa's eyes went even wider. The blue lights filled the alleyway, departing just as quickly as they came. "G-guys, n-no. Don't let them arrest me! I didn't know! I didn't know!" Fate loved a distressed Alexa. Alexa threw herself into both women's arms, with both of them looking at one another. Oh Alexa. "Alexa, here's what we'll do...just show your diaper and say you didn't know you needed to use it, and then if the police chief comes for you, he'll watch the video and know the truth. Got it?" Trisha said. It was a terrible prank to play, with Pearl cringing a bit. Still, Alexa's cuteness and the idea of having that video kept her going. "R-right." Alexa nodded, pulling up her dress to record the video as requested. At least once she was back in the car, laid out and exposing her diaper, snoozing away the now early morning, she was quite adorable. Especially with the sash. Still hornier than the last encounter, her body, even while sleeping, rubbed the front of her diaper. Trisha held her hand to stop that. Alexas last thoughts were how unfair it was that her encounter had been cut short so soon. Next time - Trisha was coming home with her. Trishas last thoughts were how much she enjoyed driving Alexa so wild that she barely could form a coherent thought. Sure, she wanted to let her cum, but then again... Chapter 60 Hand on her body. That was a startling sensation. It's what brought her a hungover dream world to shift into the harsh reality of being awake. Darting to move, she flipped up the eye mask and realized the hand was Diana. Two hands actually. Grabbing her shoulder blades. She couldn't hear her? Why not? Oh right. She had all her sleep gear on. "Are you alright?" Diana said, eyes wide. Alexa looked down, seeing she was naked except for a diaper and a clear cover and her booties/mittens. A pillow was wedged between her legs, and she obviously was doing one thing with it. "Yeahhh?" She looked down and saw the mouth guard was at her side, clearly spat out. Last thing she remembered was... "Alexa, the whole crib and room were shaking from you humping it so vigorously." Diana said with the sort of smirk Alexa hated to see on her face. "Ohhhhh...ohhhh" She said, the flush of arousal still chilling her bones. Right. She was in the house. Things were a bit dizzy. But she placed herself eventually. "I thought we talked about this Alexa. The kids are out with James, you slept in quite late, but...come on. Am I gonna have to tie you up girl? I mean, I heard last night was wild, but jeez maybe you need to be bound up if you're still ready to go after that!" Diana said it with an intonation that made you unsure if she meant it seriously or jokingly. Diana gave Alexa a wink and disappeared, with Alexa not moving positions. "I'm just lucky you decided to become a wild beast when everyone's gone. This lady knows how to tame a wild one." Diana said it as if what she was doing was playful and fun - shoving Alexa back lightly as she pushed the vibrator against her diaper. It was humiliating, the sort of thing when you're teasing someone; Alexa only getting to cum from a vibrator against her diaper made her feel...she wasn't sure. Right now, really good. Alexa's thighs squished together, stopping the vibrator in its tracks and squeezing Diana's hands tightly as her muscles spasmed. "Grab your ankles Alexa, just like when I change you honey." Alexa was not in any mood to argue or quibble, doing as asked, exposing the entire surface of her diaper and allowing Diana free range in her assault. "Does that feel good sweetie~?" Diana said it a way that was questioning if she was in the right spot, but to Alexa, it more sounded like she was teasing her. She didn't mind. "M-my diaper cover, I need that off..." Alexa begged, using her mittened hands to struggle to remove the clear cover. The vibrations just couldn't get through. "Hehehehe, we'll remove your protection then sweety~." Diana said, sounding like a woman 20 years younger, but still Diana. This time, it didn't take her long at all to cum. Alexa shut her eyes, imagining Trisha, imagining Devin, imagining...yesterday? Fuck, she wasnt sure. All of them, none of them. The vibrator against her wet diaper just felt so fuckin goooooooooooooood. She filled her diaper with more pee, the warmth matching the spreading burn and twitch throughout her body. She exploded. It was the sort of orgasm you remember for a long time. For Alexa at least. She was panting, gasping, begging Diana to keep going. Give her a 2nd, a 3rd, a.... "No Alexa, one is enough." Diana said, pulling the vibrator back. "Pl-please?" Alexa sat up fully, realizing she was holding her ankles so Diana could have easy access. She made a reach for the vibrator. Diana stepped back. "No, no, no! You have tutoring to go to, remember? How about this Alexa, I'll make a deal with you." Diana had Alexas rapt attention. "If you're good, you'll have playtime with your buzz friend. Only if you're good and are doing what you're supposed to." "That's...that's embarrassing. You're making it sound like...not sexual." Alexa said wasn't one for shame with Diana much anymore, but this was another level. "I mean I don't think it's sexual. Just an urge you have that I'm fixing. Maybe once you have kids you'll understand, you know? You stop being such a puritan about these things." Diana didn't feel like this was actually a normal conversation, but her voice didn't betray it. "It's just so someone stops thinking about boys and girls so much and doesn't shake the house, you know." "R-righf. Uhm. I'll take your deal I guess" Alexa said it as the haze was coming down. Her oral tic was hard to resist. "W-wait, how do, uhm, I ask for time with uhm..him...uhm...it..you know." Diana rolled her eyes. "Don't complicate things sweetie, let's be reasonable. You'll know when the moment comes. If you've been bad, no buzz friend." The matter was finished. Even if Alexa wasn't sure what the hell that type of answer was! "I can't believe the woman who was worried I had a diaper fetish is now doing all...this." Alexa said, her usual voice totally different winking at the end of the line. Maybe it was the post orgasm haze, but teasing Diana could be fun. Diana kept Alexa's legs up as she "checked" Alexa. "Well, the jury is still out on if you need diapers. I'm sure after the next three accidents I'll have a good answer on if you do." Her wink beat Alexas. She stood up, released from her nighttime attire. Alexa rubbed her stomach in pain.. Diana shot her a look. Her charge had had no problem peeing in the last day, but her stomach had felt blocked up. "See, it's all that junk you must've ate when you were out last night." Diana said it, and Alexa remembered so little of the prior night, she wasn't sure she would contest it. Had they gone out to eat? "We could give you a suppository and see if that helps." "N-no, I'm good for now, thank you!" Alexas squeaky voice shown through there. Cleaning up around the room, Diana opened the fridge, noticing that it was becoming well stocked with Pearl's excess breast milk. Alexa looked fidgety, like she was waiting for something. "Uhm, can you change me?" Alexa asked the question without even considering she might change herself. "Of course Lex! Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted a change yet." Diana said it casually, taking a bottle and putting it right into Alexa's mouth. "I-uhm...Diana I'm not hungry for milk right now, I wasn't going to drink those...." Alexa said, keeping the bottle out of her mouth. "Oh, I sort of was worried about them going bad." Diana said absent mindedly. "No worries, I-...." The doorbell rang loudly, diverting Diana. Diana was in mom mode at this point, giving Alexa an mhm, a "got it sweetie", shoving the bottle in her mouth. She was a bit grumpy at having been woken up at 4 am to help drag, change and even shower a drunk Alexa. So perhaps she wasn't the most charitable. "Don't be difficult sweetie, suck on your bottle, I'll be right back." Not questioning the bottle treatment, Alexa nodded and sucked it down, letting Diana disappear. Alex was a bit absorbed in her phone, looking at the plethora of unread messages she had, documenting her prior night. The ones she could read at least. She'd see quick glimpses of photos, then black as the photo was hidden. That mixed with the hangover made her not question that she was sucking on a baby bottle. Trisha in a tight, lov-... LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 1..... Pearl's mommy milke-.... LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: CLEAVAGE. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 2..... Alexa hand in hand with two stri...LEWD CONTENT DETECTED. RULE CAUGHT WITH: FLESH, CLEAVAGE. DELETING PHOTOGRAPH 3..... Alexa in an alley way messing herself. ALLOWED! A new pop-up graced the screen. THANK YOU FOR USING PARENTAL CONTROLS. FOR OUR NEWEST UPDATE, WE HAVEVE IMPLEMENTED NEW RULES IN REGARDS TO TEXT...Would you like to implement a custom rule set? Alexa had never hit YES [X] quicker. THANK YOU USER. PLEASE SEE BELOW FOR RULE MODIFICATIONS: - (UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Expletives textual communication - (UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Sexual content communication -(UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Shocking content communication -(UNABLE TO CHANGE): Prohibit Not Safe for Work - Body Parts content communication PLEASE SELECT ACCEPT TO ACCEPT THESE MODIFICATIONS. (Note: 60s delay, auto-accept) Someone's voice from the prior night came to bring her to the real world. "Good morning sleeping beauty~!" Pearl said with a big smile. Her outfit looked the stereotypical stepford wife's dress, with a cute apron tied around it. The dress did look a bit stretchy and had some cosmetic buttons. "Don't worry honey, I'm here, you don't need that bottle." Pearl said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She popped the bottle out of Alexa's mouth. "Here sweetie, sit-up..." Alexa realized why the dress looked stretchy - it was one of those nursing dresses where you could make a boob pop in and out like it was nothing. In this case, the boob popped out, filled Alexa's mouth, and she was engulfed in a tight squeeze by Pearl in no time. The buttons weren't cosmetic. In front of Diana, Pearl let the dress open fully, exposing her body while she wrapped Alexa in a total embrace. "Yes, yesssss, latch like that." Pearl pat Alexa's back. Over and over. She let the girl suckle away while concluding her explanation of the previous night to Diana. This felt different. It felt like Pearl had normalized this skin to skin breast feeding, like she and Alexa had made a standard - and they both were loving it. Pearl was mushy brained by the end of it. "There there sweetie, are you all done?" Pearl asked, allowing Alexa to lean back from the two weighty boobs. Alexa nodded and lightly burped. "All full? Need another feeding?" Alexa stuttered out a reply, just as mushy as Pearl. "N-no?" Pearl blushed. "S-sorry! Force of habit you know." She had forgot about Alexa being an adult. That whole thing. Alexa wiped her face. "N-no problem." Her eyes lingering on Pearl's chest a few seconds to long, and Pearl's eyes focused on removing some strands of hair from blocking Alexa's eyes. They both looked at one another. Neither said a word. They could sense the shift from relieving milk to something more...intimate, domestic. But what was it? Pearl stayed to help with Alexa. Even as Diana brushed out Alexas long hair, she didn't say much, letting her truss it up into jumbo pull through pigtails, the process enjoyable for Diana. Alexa wasn't too squirmy with a screen in front of her. The pigtails were behind adorable. "Oh that's perfect! Instead of needing a breakfast every morning, you have a bottle or two of Pearl's milk as your breakfast." Diana said it so logically. Alex sighed. "Pearl usually comes over in the mornings. Not too sure about needing a bottle after that." Alexa sighed when Diana seemingly tensed up a bit. "Sh-she's fine, it doesn't bother me. I-i'm happy to help." Alexa looked at Pearl in a way Diana didn't necessarily understand just yet. "Why have the bottle when the tap is free of charge any day of the week?" Pearl said it with a wink, backing up Alexa. "Oh, right." Diana said. Interesting that Alexa and Pearl...were weirdos. Diana needed some time to think on whatever this was. Here you had Alexa joking about Diana's misgivings, but she was beyond eager to get in a daily feeding every morning. After that, it was as simple as slipping Alexa into a yellow puffy sleeveless dress that comfortably lay a little above her knee. The pattern on them matched with the tights Diana produced, giving Alexa a very floral, spring appearance, on a dreary day. They were, as always, itchy. The tights strained around the diaper and boosters, losing their coloration and exposing Alexa's padded state. Alexa would pluck at the tights and cotton fuzzies on then, and muss up the skirt, fidgeting at the very feminine outfit. "Can you believe I waited in line for that dress with Jodie for two hours! She loved it on the mannequin. And guess how many times she wore it?" Alexa lost the game, her guess not being zero. "Look, and it's a very durable dress, very comfortable isn't it Alexa?" Diana asked flipping up the dress to make sure Alexa's diapers were secure, but really just wanting to see the adorable sight once more. Breakfast was a hungover persons dream. Until Diana gave Alexa several spoonsful of fish oil, which she couldn't help but be disgusted by. "You missed the last three days! Gotta make up for it somehow." Pearl wanted to talk to Alexa one on one, but her feeding machine had to head over to Timmy's. Alexa's gut rumbled. Chapter 61 "Oh, I'm all fine. Uhm, I have to go now." Alexa was feeling an odd energy. She wanted to leave. She was not sure why. Just...something in the air. "Might you take some food with you? I was baking for a school fundraiser, but just made a bit too much." Emmie asked. "O-oh, sure." Alexa saw outside. She stammered out a fake reply. The day had seemingly cleared up. Perhaps Alexa could deposit those checks now. "How much can you fit in your arms?" Was all Emmie asked, shoving containers full of sweets into Alexas arms and unleashing the girl. "By the way, some of the other parents asked about your services. I suppose Timmy bragged about them. I gave them your contact information." Alexa, of course, just nodded and said thank you. "Timmy's birthday is next weekend. We'd love to have you." Emmie said it casually. "Unfortunately I have a wedding to attend next weekend, but I would've love to come." Alexa said. Her muscles were already sore from holding this. "Are you the bride, one of her bridesmaids, or the flower girl?" Emmie teased. Her laugh was light and befitting someone perhaps a bit younger. It had a type of mocking air to it Alexa couldn't help but enjoy the banter. "Well, I'm still figuring that one out." Emmie watched the clumsy girl cross the street back to her home. A gust of wind lifted her dress and showed her diaper once more. She was just so fun to tease, and Emmie wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that Alexa kept stealing glances at her body every once in awhile. They weren't the gawks she'd usually get, more respectful sips of the woman's voluptuous form, but Emmie would see them all the same. She could drink all she wanted if she paid the price. Chapter 62 Alexa slipped into the house, seeing all of the family had returned, a bit unsure where they were. They were not yet her family, but they were 'the' family all the same. Everyone was locked onto the TV screen. Really it was just Diana and James, but the kids seemingly were interested enough because adult eyes were on the television. Once she dropped off the sweets (which stole the kids away from the TV), Alexa realized why they had locked their eyes onto the black box. Two whys, really. For one, there was an update on the container ship which had carried Alexas clothing. Found, it had been plucked clean, and was floating at sea, completely adrift. Apparently concern from the captain had been so paramount to permit abandoning ship. The news anchor that was thicker than you may thought was allowed on TV spoke once more. "Experts are saying this indicates not just puny pirates, but likely a sophiscated operation that is using an illicit shipyard to pursue their objectives. For now, experts aren't concerned with cruise ships, but they are warning - if you see something, say something. There's only so many dockyards these pirates could be operating out of, isn't that right Reyes? Over to you for weather." "Locally, were looking at some clear, lovely fall days. Rain should finish in our area before 5 or 6s, if still ongoing. Globally however, we are witnessing a once in a lifetime Typhoon development." On the screen, you saw chains of islands, beautiful and tropical, with a massive red blob near them. One of the islands was exactly where Carol was. "In the span of 24 hours a mere tropical depression has hurtled towards becoming a Category 5 super-storm. Currently, the island nations of...." Carol's island was at risk. The timeline impacted perfectly with the wedding, if the projections were to be clear. Hushing the children away, Diana called Carol, who seemed unbothered. "Yeah, were going to have to push the wedding a week or two. Maybe three. I'm not too sure yet, we have to see how bad the storm is." The woman said, laying next to her husband. Alexa didn't give a shit about that. "Are you safe? Should you come home?" She squeaked. Carol smiled. "Yes Lexi, I'm safe." That sat in Alexas soul. Even if it may not have been true, Alexa could see the diagram displaying where was going to get hit on the screen, she felt much better. She wish she could hug Carol and her husband right about now. "Don't worry everyone. We have a shelter to whether the storm in. You'll all be here soon enough. And Alexa, you better be here as a bridesmaid, not the flower girl my dear!" Carol said with her tongue sticked out. Both Diana and Alexa waved goodbye to their friend, still not sold that she was safe, but promising a call tomorrow. Diana turned to Alexa. Alexa looked at Diana. Perfect. "Mind if we go to the bank? I have to drop something off there quickly." "Of course, but I just have one appointment I have to handle. Feel free to come with." Diana smirked internally. Chapter 63 "I don't need the doctor! I especially don't need another doctor for my "health"!" Alexa said as they pulled into a Doctor's office parking lot...It was a last minute booking. Very last minute. "Was a doctor your mortal enemy in a past life?" Diana questioned. Alexa grumpily didn't respond and looked at her tablet. Thankfully the rest of the family wasn't coming with them. The appointment was scan after scan, interview after interview. If she turned her back this exact way, how did it feel? If she stood up straight, did it reduce, increase, or not affect the pain. If she.... Something cried out in anguish in Alexa's stomach. She wasn't sure what was happening in there anymore. Pain? Maybe she shouldn't drink. So much. Key distinction there. "Well mom, if I have to be honest..." Diana flinched in annoyance. "I'm not her mother. I'm a friend. Please proceed." The Doctor nodded and turned to Alexa. "You took a heck of a tumble. Your back might be killing you some days, some days I bet it's just peachy. This one's an easy fix, it's, just well...." He rubbed the back of his head. "...it's partially a chipped tailbone. I'm sure the longer you sit on it in a day, the more it starts to hurt. These things, they take time." Alexa agreed with the man. "I can't just give you some medicine to make it go away." Alexa nodded. She was liking how this was going. "You used the word partially." Diana said, the question not having appeared to Alexa. "Right. I'm just not completely sure, but I think you have had some damage to your spine as well. That won't take just time to heal. We just have to make sure your back is artificially braced, and if it's not, you have to be sitting up or laying down with frequent breaks anytime you're sitting in the usual position. That, and some physical therapy, you'll be right as rain in no time." "Perfect! I mean, sounds pretty simple compared to many of my other treatments." Alexa said with a nod. "I'd recommend you get one of those yoga ball chairs to replace any previous office chairs you've had. That might help to. That and maybe a bouncer, last guy who just came in swore that fixed his issue....ha!" The joke landed flat, but it seemed more for the man than either woman. The doctor seemed sad that he could not be both king of medicine and comedy. "In any event, I was just joking. Thank you for your time." Alexa walked out in a tight back brace, keeping her upright and rigid. A bouncer! How absurd. Alexa thought to herself as she was buckled into her car seat. A bouncer! How adorable. Diana thought to herself as she buckled Alexa, who was very evidently wet. Chapter 64 "Misses Johnson, do you consent to speak to us, knowing these rights?" The G-man in a refined suit, with his sharply dressed coworker, an uptight looking woman, said it as if Alexa had a choice. As if they weren't standing in the way in the banks office. It had started so simply. Stop by the bank a few minutes before they close, drop off the checks, setup an ability to do it on her phone, boom. The teller had typed a few things, cocked her head to the side, then asked Alexa if she might kindly sit with her in a room to talk about an unexpected error that had occurred in her account. Alexa nodded. Diana had let her come in herself, talking to the hubbie on the phone. Of course, Alexa sat down in the cushioned seat, ready for the teller to work with her on whatever the issue was. She hadn't heard the door lock from the outside. Eventually, Diana called her, asking what the hold-up was. Not too sure, Alexa stood up, trying to open the door. "Uhm, they locked me in this room. I'm not su-....." She saw the man and woman with steel in their eyes ask for directions, get pointed to Alexa's current room, and then make eye contact with her. "Miss Johnson, you have the right to remain silent...." The man droned on even as Alexa babbled a bit. Diana sprinted into the bank, not too sure what was happening. The bank manager walked in while the female agent played defense, keeping Diana out of the room, and the male agent put a pair of cuffs on Alexa, a bit prematurely. By this point, Alexa was shaking a fair bit, eyes darting to see if there might be a camera to show this was a prank. They began to discuss her bank statements, asking her questions about a ton of transactions she wasn't sure about: Crypto currency purchases, a bank wire tied from and then to a narco group, one tied to a warlord the politicians would speak about in hushed tones, a purchase of a fine oak table in an antique store half the world away. It dawned on Alexa that she really never checked her bank statements. Sometimes she did so to make sure she had enough money. But...uh....yeah it made sense why this had been going on for a few months without her being aware. "Th-those aren't me! Someone must have stolen my identity or something. I've barely been out of the country, let alone to those places!" Alexa cried out. Her tummy was starting to hurt. The stress was a knot. And it was twisting and destroying her as she tried to explain herself. The man listened, scribbling notes down. She heard Diana shouting outside. "Let me in there! Let me in there!" "Would you like that woman in here Misses Johnson? We'll all talk like adults and figure out what you've done?" He asked it as if she was already guilty. "Y-yes. Ca-can I use the bathroom please?" Alexa asked, as they waved Diana into the room. What he said just dawned on her. "I resent the assumption that I did something!" One could see Alexa's cortisol spiking as her thumb kept almost slipping into her mouth. "Unfortunately, the bathroom will have to wait until we conclude our questioning." Diana immediately was taking the offense with both government agents. Alexa, unfortunately, was not yet at the age where she could fairly fight her own battles. For once, Diana being a prepared mother paid off, with Alexa's passport as evidence of her lack of travel; Alexa herself showed them her phone tracking records, which showed she had only traveled to two countries in the past few months. Questions about individual expenses became targeted, line item by line item, with Alexa having to attest to all of them. Publicly. Even the reckless spending at the bar. As she spoke, Alexa became so focused on her own passionate defense that she felt the knot in her stomach drop down, and a relief of all the pain. At the same time, a warm mess filled her diaper. "Y-yes, I have to use them." Alexa broke down, explaining the purchases at a variety of stores. She could recall some of them - having an accident and running into a nearby store to buy a diaper, having to buy some replacement clothes at another. The agent seemed to sniff the air. "Do you enjoy them?" The female agent asked, scribbling notes. Besides her colleague, everyone looked a bit aghast at the question. "Fits the profile for a someone who might not understand the severity of their action." "That question is wholly inappropriate. I'm calling my lawyer. Alexa, you be quiet, don't answer a single question more if that's how you're being treated." Diana started dialing. The cuffs came off. "You can't leave the country for a week, pending the conclusion of our investigation. Our business is concluded here. For now." With that, they were gone. Without skipping a beat, the bank manager turned to Alexa. "Unfortunately Misses Johnson, we'll have to close your account, as our business reputation if we are associating with a felon wo-...." "Just give us the check." Diana said with a huff. They walked out of there with a check of Alexa's current account, and a very pissed off Diana. Diana had Alexa sit in the front of the car with her in the parking lot, calling someone...even if Alexa wasn't exactly sure who. When she didn't receive an immediate call-back, she strapped Alexa into her car seat and the two found a shaded grove a few miles away to hide away in. Diana got out, checking Alexa, and bringing her to the boot of the car for a change. Her lawyer had promised to get in touch eventually. Her financial advisor beat her to it. Helping Alexa while on the phone meant Alexa was "Mr Leamus, you aren't too busy I hope?" Diana asked without really meaning it. "For one of my clients, never. What's got you needing help?" He asked, with Diana filling him in on the events of the previous hour or two in precise detail. Alexa could tell he was an old man by the way he breathed a bit too heavily or with a bit of struggle on the phone. Diana concluded her exposition just as Alexa was out of her diaper. She put two and two together - Leamus was likely the families financial advisor. "Lift your legs Alexa." Diana said it. She already was forcing Alexas body in the position she wanted it. Her girl was helping very much, though. "Ah~!" He said. Alexa thought he might be on a vacation. "Yes, that's all too common nowadays. Identity theft is always a serious issue. I apologize to your friend for the stress, you know I have a good lawyer for that sort of thing..... Anyway, yes just send or bring the check to my assistants and we'll work with your bank to get everything added in its own sub-account. Whatever the bank put on her file won't matter since it'll come from us and be under you Diana. We have some contacts and could get this issue leveled by Monday if you drop the check off today." Diana had a big smile. Alexa did too. Chatter with the older man continued as Alexa was wiped down with what felt like a whole pack of wet wipes. A second call came in, distracting Diana. It was her attorney. "For now, let's start filing some paperwork and an official protest. The bank employee called you a felon, Miss Johnson?" Alexa nodded as baby powder was poured over her nether regions. "Hmphm." He was scribbling. "Interesting. More to follow up on that." Alexa's change thankfully finished by that second call. Only then did she realize they were in a relatively populated area, with her being literally butt naked while being changed. Just as she was about to protest, Diana held her tight. Alexa hugged Diana silently, her stress melting down as the other woman's arms surrounded her. Chapter 65 Diana was a woman of great trust with Alexa by this point. So when Alexa asked to sleep early, she had no issue with. Sure, she was concerned with changing Alexa, but she had no issue with doing that a bit ahead of time. When she'd walked by Alexas room later in the evening, she decided the girl had had a enough going on for one day and let her relax and enjoy her evening. Surely Alexa was adult enough to go to bed on time? But when Diana woke for her frequent (since she birthed her small army of children) pre-dawn bathroom break, she felt something was amiss. She couldn't place where it was amiss. Just that it was. Call it parents intuition. Call it the fact that she had a baby monitor and took some enjoyment in seeing what Alexa was doing. Call it a concern for Alexa not messing up her sleep schedule. So when she took a look and Alexa was laying on her belly, playing videogames, headphones on, looking like she had been rotting there for hours, Diana out all the pieces together. Tsk tsk tsk. Alexa could be bad sometimes. Diana was sneaky about her approach. She didn't knock on the door. Alexa was engrossed in some RPG. Some rather lewd RPG at that. Sneaking up on the girl, Diana pounced, covering her mouth with one hand using the free hand to hold the squirmy girl down. Alexa freaked out, jumping up and down, until her eyes adjusted and she realized it was Diana. Alexa went wide eyed. She took note to be quiet. Pee was filling her diaper. "W-wah?" "It's 330 in the morning. Why are you playing video games?" Diana's question came from a smiling, friendly face, but it was a trap. "Cuz it's the weekend?" Alexa said. "You still need to get good sleep. Go to bed. I'm taking this so you'll get some sleep." Diana said, unplugging the console unceremoniously. "And don't try to find it! I'm disappointed in you Alexa, I figured you'd take the offer of controlling your own schedule to prove yourself." "Awwww, Diana, come on, pleaseeeeee..." Alexa looked at her with those puppy dog eyes she was used. Diana left her a kiss on the forehead after she had quickly urged her to into her (by Diana's perception) crib.. "Go to bed. You'll need your rest for the morning. You're lucky you're not too wet." Chapter 66 Before Alexa could learn what the statement meant, her forced slumber was broken by Pearl, who looked ravenous. Or would it be more proper that she looked like she expected to be ravaged? She wasn't sure. "Yesterday.....just not enough. Ohmygawsh, the girls are ready." Pearl said, popping her boobs out of the tight sundresss, then shimmying the dress down a bit; the milk pads sticking from the film of drying liquid which has been forming. Alexa, perhaps not a boob connoisseur, definitely felt like Pearl's chest looked slightly more veiny and her nipples a bit darker than the first time she saw them. Of course, that was the first thing she saw that morning, thrust as they were in her face, so maybe she was just over examining them. Worst of all, she wasn't really starving, making her dread however long her booby-captivity was about to be... Still confused, Alexa was as pliable as clay. "Pearl, ahmfffffffff..." Alexa's words did not come out, drowned out by a chest that was ready to deliver. Suckling automatically on the boob that was in her mouth, Alexa felt Pearl clutch her tightly. Pearl, even if she was a damned ditz who shoved her boobs in your face like a stripper, felt comfortably warm; the feeling put her not just at ease, it comforted her even. Alexa clung on tightly back. She could feel Pearl's heartbeat. Closing her eyes, Alexa ended a state above sleep but below drowsy confusion. Her stomach finally gave. Pearl let Alexa go, and go, and go. The entire time, Pearl couldn't help but feel something different too. It wasn't appreciation. She felt that since her first awkward introduction to Alexa. Was it a deep sense of care for Alexa? A desire to keep her safe? Pearl couldn't explain it in words that didn't have some vapor of maternal affection. But that's not what this was, was it? She couldn't decide there and then if it was maternal affection for the girl, but her brain had already made the decision for her, ignoring all her denial. Diana walked in while Alexa was nearly finished. With Pearl's first breast, that is.. "Wow, she's out and still reflexively going." She said with some fascination. Diana sniffed the air, then looked down at Alexas diaper, which you could tell through the diaper cover was nearing its breaking point, or had already hit it and was seconds away from showing it to the world. Diana ended up needing Pearl's help with the blowout that had occurred, both women wiping the girl down as best they could before taking her to the bathroom. The warm and fuzzy feeling breast latcher didn't awake even as she was scrubbed down thoroughly. She did wake up once she felt her feet hit the cold bathroom floor, and she was shivering. "Ccccccccccold!" She said it so automatically, relishing in the warmed towel that Pearl dried her off with. She squeezed tightly onto Pearl for the parts that weren't covered by a warm towel. Diana stood in the bathroom, very plussed. "Alexa, that is the first diaper blow-out you've had. With me, at least. We might need to look into getting you some thicker nighttime diapers. I mean when a cloth diaper is straining to contain your mess, you might have some serious...." Alexa looked horrified, so Diana didn't finish the sentence. Pearl rubbed Alexa's back, a bit awkwardly. She was in a state of semi-undress and Alexa was nude. "R-right. Sorry, I didn't use the bathroom at all yesterday. Must've been backed up!" Alexa was stammering non-sense. Wait, she had used the bathroom yesterday - Diana had changed her at that shade grove. Diana ignored Alexa's babble. Pearl was still waiting for a bit of privacy to finish up with Alexa. She received it eventually. Alexa was awake and alert this time. "Alexa, I need to talk to you about something sweetie." Alexa, boob full of mouth, or was it mouth full of boob (her brain felt a bit hazy), was contemplating how she used to be in love with the fattest, biggest milkers when she'd seen them in porn, but now, her feelings were starting to become a bit complicate-... She simply nodded. Right. Not the time or place for that sort of thing. Maybe Pearl and her could have a discussion on "consensually placing your boobs in someones mouth" after whatever this was. Pearl looked too serious. "I'm...my condition isn't getting better. It might be getting worse." Alexa nodded. Right. What condition, again? Oh right, the one making her keep producing milk. The one making her dribble milk. Alexa was coming back to it. "Ma-maybe we need to try three times a day sweetie. You have a lunch break, right? Ma-maybe...if it's okay with you, I could come over then. Just pumping and putting it in bottles hasn't helped a bit. I promise it'll be quick." Alexa was nodding, agreeing without really thinking about it. She was pretty cold. The blanket she was swaddled in didn't really give her that much warmth, all things considered. Pearl's body did give her a lot of warmth. She shifted towards the warmth. Pearl lit up upon her agreement. Reaching down into her nursing bag, Pearl pulled out what Alexa quickly recognized as a brand new mobile console, it's sides green and orange. Not just any brand new console, the largest increase in gaming quality since, well, the smash hit that was the Dreamcast. "That's the new Sw-....mpffhhh...." Alexa's mouth had popped free and was quickly forced back onto Pearl's boob. "He-mphmmmmmm,,,....." "I figured you might like it more than my ungrateful young ones. It's all yours." Alexa couldn't help but just nod over and over again. Even if she hated sucking Pearl's breasts (a less common thought each time it happened), she certainly didn't hate the rewards it gave her. She and Pearl, after the milking, stayed in silence and cuddled a bit while Alexa set the mobile console up. It was wonderful, already having a kiddie game or two pre-loaded on it. The warm body was nice too. Eventually, Pearl left Alexa to her own devices, opting to swing by Diana's room. Folding some laundry, the matronly woman gave a slight wave. "Got a minute?" Pearl asked. "For you, of course. What do you need?" "Well, I was thinking. I'm always ready in the morning due to, ehm, my situation. Alexa needs to get dressed and taken to her ride in the morning. I could always get her ready in the morning and save you the sleep....." Pearl said, expecting some sort of push-back. For a second, they both forgot Alexa was a woman and not one of their babies. Diana smiled. "Perfect! Starting tomorrow?" Diana was, as she always thought of herself, a woman of routine. While she didn't begrudge Alexa, waking up so early for the little woman did mess with her morning routine. Besides, she could do with a bit more time cuddled up to James in the morning. "Starting tomorrow." Pearl got her own house key. Chapter 67 As Alexa sunk deep into a squat, she realized why Diana had been telling her that she needed her strength. Much like Carol, Diana had realized that Alexa was quite the clumsy, un-athletic shut-in. Besides, Diana had bought some new gym clothes, and she was eager to try them on. All of the family except James had refused going to the gym, and he had to watch the kids, so it was just the two of them. After a few reps, Alexa was panting and sweating like a faucet was leaking from her pores. The leak came quicker and quicker as they kept working out. Diana got a call from her lawyer, meaning she had to step out for a second; it was about 5 minutes of Alexa's being alone before a worker came up to her, stopping her from using the machine. "Young lady, without your mother here, you can't workout. Unfortunately you'll have to wait in the kids room while momma finishes her call." Behind the worker stood the type of person you'd expect to report the situation. Bitter and 'concerned'. "I'm not...." Alexa's ID was in the locker room. Because of course it was. What had Diana said? This too shall pass? So Alex sat in the kids room for 15 minutes till Diana came to retrieve her. "What in the world? Why didn't you come find me?" Diana said with a huff. "I set that gym manager straight." "Well, I figured you had a point. Sometimes I just have to go with the flow. I didn't have my ID on me, so I sort of just went with it. I texted you." Diana laughed. Oh, Alexa. From one extreme to another. "My point there wasn't to let people treat you like a child, but I appreciate you trying to take my advice dear." Alexa cocked her head. "Then what was your point? I don't follow." They spoke between sets. "My point was that you should operate with a bit of grace for others, and to let yourself relax a bit as even if your situation is bad, you have a heck of a lot of people who care and will right the ship. Next time, just call me sweetie." With the primary part of her workout done, Diana surprised Alexa with the last part - a dip in the gyms nicely sized swimming pool. "Oh, I actually love swimming. I just never set up plans to go. I can watch, I didn't bring a swimsuit." Diana produced one of those. Then a swim diaper, after that objection came up. "You know that I'm always prepared." Diana said, pulling both objects from a plastic bag with sharpie markings - JOANS SWIM DAY. Alexa was sure the clothes had never been worn. Alexa smirked. Diana was a master of cornering her. Even if by cornering her she was making her wear one of Joan's old frilly swimsuits with a character from God knows what on it. Fine. She'll role with the punches and a have a damn good Sunday swimming. So she did. Even if she was tired from her gaming marathon Diana had so rudely cut short. The pool had a few diving boards, and Alexa, finally feeling risky enough, went to the highest one. Unnoticed by...well, everyone, was a boy that reminded Alexa of herself that evening when she was shaking scared. This poor boy sat on the edge where the ladder and board met, shaking like a leaf, looking towards the jumping point, and then back down. "You okay?" Alexa asked. The boy briefly looked like he wanted to lie. "N-no. I don't wanna jump. But I'm scared to climb down." Alexa began to speak. "Not scared because of it being tall or anything-g!" Hm, Alexa sort of knew the strategy here. "Oh, well then get out of the way. If you can't handle it!" The boy went rigid. "N-no I can. I'll jump, I'll jump!" He said, running off the board straight into a cannonball. Alexa got her turn, but once she landed, she had a circle of boys and girls that were surrounding her asking how she did that sick dive. Practice makes perfect, obviously. But even trying to show the kids how to practice was a bit of a fools errand, but they were grasping at it after awhile. Hopping into the car with Diana, she let the woman buckle her up, talking about how much fun she was having. To not spoil her mood, Diana didn't mention how she was added to a group chat for all the parents of those children, who wanted Lexie Lou, to be invited to playdates going forward. Perhaps a later discussion. An even later one was that Diana had accepted on behalf of Alexa. The two stopped for coffee on their way home. Inside, Alexa couldn't help but notice the man standing by the counter in a bright flourish of colors, speaking to the barista. Scanning her brain for his face, she realized it was the man who had given her the business card about his diaper factory. Right, just don't let him see your face and you'll be fine Alexa. "Ah Misses Johnson! Your fine taste in coffee shows me you have more in common with me than I first thought." He said, taking Diana's hand and shaking it. "And you might be?" "Mrs Sauers. And you....?" "The man who is here to offer you a tour of the last diaper factory in our country, that's who. Might you two be free right now? After you get your caffeination, of course." Alexa looked to Diana. The woman of routine. Say no. "Huh, sounds sort of interesting. I'm fine with it, but I do the need the bathroom." Too embarrassed at standing next to the man, aghast at Diana's out of character acceptance, and needing something to drink, Alexa gave a perfunctory answer. Damn it all! Chapter 68 "Now, I will warn you both. We give our workers off based off their schedule - don't go thinking we're having people work on Sunday unless they wish to!" Away from the crowd, and with just the two to impressive, one might see through his facade of confidence of eccentricity. Alexa could. She studied the man. Studying him helped her think less on how she needed to pee. The factory, if one might call it that, was a few miles from the coffee shop, and in an unassuming compound of buildings that were fenced in. The fence was rusted, decaying even, but the buildings were a bit more maintained. A bit being a key word in that sentence. "This is our shipping department..." He said, the stock of product looking to be shipped quite low. "...this is our inventory..." The inverse. "...this is our production line for cloth diapers..." A mixture of man and machine producing them, one of the workers showing them a spec sheet for a diaper someone half Alexa's size. They showed her how they could up size it to fit her, just using the computer. "...and this, this is for disposables. Urgh, nasty things you know, no one cares about quality in disposables. I mean, why would you? Until..." "A diaper blows out or the tapes don't stick, or it holds a fourth of what was promised." Diana said, seeming to speak from experience. "Exactly! This woman knows business. Interested in a sales job?" He asked quite seriously. "I'll decline, thank you." "The offer remains." He said, bringing both women up to his office. It was a bare thing, some computers, a monitor, a folding table. Alexa wanted to pee. So she got to her question. "Why exactly did you want us to tour here?" She asked, sitting on a folding chair. Dingy was the word Alexa couldn't find. "Give myself a sense of purpose, one might suppose. The more people I talk to, the more ideas float in my head to save my father's business, the more the chance it succeeds. Success is exponential, you know." He rested his head on his chin. "It's a capability and advertising problem, isn't it? I mean, how easy would it be for me, a mother, to order a custom diaper design. Let's say Alexa needed a diaper 3x as thick, more tabs, and a nice cosmetic design. How longs that take me?" Diana tapped her foot "Well, you'd call us, we'd design something, you'd review, the-..." "Bah, come on! Review what? I should be able to make it in 5 minutes on a website or something. Think, that's a boutique part of your business, but I'm sure some people have special needs for their children. I also wonder if you need a better ordering system. I mean, that much inventory, but sending out that few pallets. What's up with that? That, and I'll be honest, I didn't even know your brand existed. You need to advertise, and not just in coffee shops. Get your name out there, donate some packs to needy families, get some models for your adult line, that sort of thing." He nodded. "Hm, I hadn't considered the ease of use. I really hadn't considered much of anything like that. I figured the product would show itself off, you know. Quality has its own lure." "Does it?" Diana asked, letting her eyes look around the room to elucidate her point. For once, his demeanor shifted to a scowl, but he recovered. "Fine, fine. Your point is very valid. If only I knew how and where to start." "Ha, you might start by getting me a diaper that can deal with my messes so that Diana gets off my back." Alexa said with a saucy wink towards the woman. "Hmphm, that's a great idea! Right, we'll design the website, get something thrown together, and then get back to you both within the next day or two. Lovely, lovely. Please, do feel free to take a pack or two of diapers on your way out. Try out our new shipment of scented sachets, a design from my father that he never got to see physically. I'd love to hear your review of my companies products." He said it so casually, allowing Diana to stack two packs containing several dozen diapers in Alexa's hands on the way out. She also grabbed some of the scents. "These are wonderful!" Diana took the sachet from Alexa, sniffing it herself. Her eyes bulged. Not from any disgusting. But from surprise. "This is shockingly pleasant, yes." She hung one in each part of the car. "Next time you make a mess, I guess we don't have to worry about smelling it." "Hmphm, I think it's better for your old woman smell!" Alexa teased, arms crossed. Diana scoffed back. She collected herself before retorting. "Do you need a change, Alexa?" Alexa nodded, allowing Diana to change her in the diaper manufacturing parking lot with almost no protest. Alexa was yawning a fair amount. "Perfect, now we have some diapers we can dedicate to just the car for you!" "Um, and for Joan right?" Alexa asked pensively, feeling a bit embarrassed at how much space in the boot was now occupied by her diaper packs. "Of course." Diana said without meaning it much. Joan would throw a fit if she, at her age, had to have a diaper change in the car. Diana kept that to herself, though. Chapter 69 Diana sheepishly came into Alexa's bedroom. She had the console behind her back, ready to give it back to Alexa, who seemed to be in a cleaning mood. Sure, that was one of her chores, but Diana was surprised to see the dedication. Vacuuming up her room, she had her cat headphones equipped, a loose T-shirt on, and her diaper exposed while she crawled around, looking for dust in hard to reach areas. Diana had to shake Alexa to get her to stop listening to music and take back the confiscated console. After Alexa's initial jolt, and Diana helping her set the console up with her friends card, spending limit included, she departed from her room to do some chores. "No pants needed when you're hanging your school uniform outside?" Diana questioned, just as Alexa crossed the threshold of her not-a-nursery in her baggy shirt. "R-right!" Alexa stuttered out. Dinner was delicious, as always, and Alexa found herself playing the mobile console while laying on the sofa, Joan and Jodie watching some series which was likely a bit too graphic for their age bracket. Alexa only was noticing it out of the corner of her eye, too busy slashing through some river monsters to care much about who was cursing out who on the show. Mouth guard in, headphones on, and a fully tummy, she felt at peace. A finger wag Until Diana was pulling her upstairs, politely asking for "a bit of her time". Ugh, what now? Once they reached, the steps, Diana actually grabbed Alexa by her ear, causing her to yelp a bit. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow, what the hell!" Alexa said. "Just what did you put on the TV for the girls?" Diana asked, arms crossed. "Nothing? They did that themselves." Alexa said, still fiddling with the settings on her new console. Diana took that console away without a second thought. "Alexa Eve Johnson. You are an adult. You had to have seen they were watching something inappropriate for girls their age. Unless you're saying you're too young to make that call as well." Diana said. She wasn't pissed sounding, and her attitude was coming out of nowhere, so Alexa wasn't sure what to say. "N-no, never Diana! Listen, it was an honest mistake alright? Next time I'll put on Looney Tunes or something." "Your sarcasm is not appreciated." Diana said with a huff. "It's fine. I just assumed you'd be a good role model for the girls, I hadn't realized that was in doubt. Now, are you ready for bed time? Since I know I can't trust you on that either!" "Wa-wait a minute! I...don't be so dramatic!" Diana didn't like the phrase, flinching a bit. "I'll make sure to watch what they are doing and be a good role model." Diana's face contorted. Not anger. Never that face. Alexa remembered her spanking well enough. Even then, the anger was subtle. Just raw annoyance. "Alexa Eve Johnson, go stand in the corner for 5 minutes." "Wa...wahh?" Alexa said, Diana "helping" her with the position. Literal corner time, arms at her head, nose to the wall. "Don't you dare move." Diana said as she put Alexa's mouth guard in. Alexa listened, but from her raw confusion more than anything. Sure, she'd messed up. That she would openly admit. Corner time? Was Alexa 5? And why was she even going along with this. It was absurd, having her nose in the corner of the room, every noise amplified as she had only her thoughts and an increasingly cooling wet diaper. Diana came back in after felt like a hour. "Alexa, I'm so sorry!" Diana had tears in her eyes, picking the girl up and hugging her tightly. Alright, Diana was just fucking crazy, or it was April 1st and she was messing with the girl. "Uhm, isssssh otay?" Alexa said, confused. "James is going to be sticking around quite a bit longer, since the hospital doesn't want him leaving the area. My afternoon nap led me to have a horrific nightmare about...things of that nature. I was in a foul mood and I took that out on you just now. James couldn't believe I put you in the corner! Can you forgive me?" Diana said, looking apologetic. Of course Alexa folded, nodding. Her mouth guard came out. "Didn't we already know James had to hang around? I don't understand." "Yes, yes, I was just praying for a miracle and was disappointed by this weeks results." Diana asked nicely. "Understood, but even then, what was your nightmare about?" Alexa asked, using the entire length of her arm to grab Diana's shoulder, trying to console the woman. "I'm here to talk you know." "I appreciate that." Diana looked through Alexa. "I actually do. When we have more time, I'll tell you about it. It was about my ex-husband." Alexa shivered. She remembered the man's horrifying visage while being arrested. Diana cooled down further while Alexa held her shoulder. "I.... Might you humor me for one second Alexa?" Alexa humored her. "You have a lot of clothes from Joan and Jodie in here. Could you try some on? Some of the outfits I never got to see on some-...." Alexa giggled, cutting her off and agreed, seeing what Diana wanted. "I'll be your dress-up doll right now Diana, I get the feeling that's what you're asking." Diana seemed to pep up a bit. Alexa stuck her tongue out. "Next time, don't beat around the bush with what you want, but I might make you pay next time." It was therapeutic, the very willing Alexa trying on whatever outfit Diana asked for amongst all the boxes. Trying on dresses and whatever else Diana had collected over the year beat corner time. Especially as she saw Diana's face. She looked so much younger when she was smiling and giggling with Alexa. There was something beneath the surface there. Alexa couldn't place it. Some of the outfits were actually dusty or wrinkled to the point Alexa put them off to the side after trying them on. Diana couldn't help but beam at...well, everything. "Some of these look like an American Girl or Barbie come to life." Alexa said, twirling around in a dress which had the primary theme of strawberries. A strawberry cap, a strawberry purse, strawberries covering the shorter dress. Another was a very frilly tutu. It sort of, if Alexa held it down, didn't move, didn't breath, and definitely didn't have an accident, covered her diaper. Hmmm - had one of the girls done ballet? In the reject pile was a Girl Scout uniform which was a size or two too small. The buttons told her as much. Alexa found some that were just plain matching sets of relatively normal looking dresses, clearly designed for the sisters to match one another. One of the matching sets had a receipt for dry cleaning still lodged in it. Something about that was a bit tragic. Some Hello Kitty shirts, petticoats which had no dress to go with, and other miscellanea also came from one of the boxes. One of many boxes, most of which looked even more stuffed than the one Alexa had just started making a dent in. "C-could you try these on?" Diana asked, one of the few times Alexa swore the older woman was bashful. They were two gigantic bows, looking like something a magical girl might wear after her transformation. Alexa had seen many cosplays like this online, especially when they had the girl getting captured by some tentacle beast that ended up pentr.... "Alexa?" Diana asked again, as if she was afraid to have offended the girl. The bows were bigger up close. In her hair, they'd go down past her head. Diana wouldn't get the reference she was about to make, Alexa presumed, but she made it anyway. "Sort of looks like something from an anime. Magical Girl style." Alexa said, fussing with the bows while Diana watched. Interestingly, Diana seemed more interested in staring at Alexa as she tried on outfits than helping. Especially with the bows. "I don't follow." Diana questioned. "Look it up. I think I need the bathroom, so...." Alexa said the first part bluntly, the second more whispered; Diana eagerly typed on her phone. She displayed the results to Alexa. "Yep, those." The bows wouldn't cooperate. "And you...like these? They are definitely pretty." Diana said, enjoying the different outfits that appeared as she scrolled. To be researched later. All of what she was seeing she liked. Gosh, a lot of these would look amazing on Alexa! Impractical, but beyond lovely. Alexa presumed she meant anime. "Yes, I did enjoy them very much. Especially when I was younger. Precure, Sailor Moon, Sakura, those sort of empty shows which make you feel good after a watch." Diana heard the yes and the show names but not much after. She was too busy taking notes. Precure had some wonderful outfits! She wondered which one was little Alexa's favorite character. "When you were younger? I wonder, did you ev-...." Diana was mumbling silently to herself. Alexa did not hear her, cutting her off unknowingly. "Mind helping me?" Alexa asked, the large bows not playing nice with her two gigantic pigtails. Diana never moved faster. In the mirror, Alexa had two frilly, gigantic bows in her hair, with Diana jumping in excitement as she almost shouted. Besides the bows, Alexa had only her diaper and an increasing feeling she was going to wet herself. "Wait, I know the perfect outfit for this!" Diana said it so confidently, Alexa couldn't wait for it. She also couldn't wait to be free so she could use the bathroom. Two knocks came at the door as Alexa was handed the dress. The fabric covered what parts she held it to, but she still fled to her rather crowded closet. "Mommmmmm, we have to pack for tomorrow! When are you gonna be done?" It was Joan and Jodie. One of them opened the door, peaking their head in. "Joan, get out of here! I told you no going in Miss Alexa's room unless she or I say so!" Diana said with a huff. "I'll be down in a few minutes girls." Diana looked around for Alexa, seeing her hiding in the closet. "You can come out sweetie." "Everything okay?" Alexa asked. "Yes, but gosh, just when you start having fun, kids have to find a way to pull you back to reality, mhm." Diana said. She sighed, in a resigned, depressed and "it was it is" sort of way. The statement, much like everything she had been talking about the past few minutes, had some deeper meaning. Alexa noted that for later. Or maybe she just needed to pee and was looking for an out to focus on. "I just need a whole day this weekend where we dress you up in every outfit in this room! No kids, no James, just us and fashion! You appreciate real fashion, real womanhood, real outfits that real people wore. Now, where were we? Let's try on one more outfit as an appetizer to tide me over." Alexa gulped at the rather manic last few comments. Wait, she hadn't really agreed to the weekend, but maybe she could do this for Diana and talk her out of losing a whole day to trying on outfits she never would wear in real life unless Diana put her in them. Wouldn't wear in real life, yet, Diana would've replied. **** With that, the story is all caught up. I'm currently working on the next section. Thanks for all the kind comments and reactions. Let me know whether you hated it, loved it, or just didn't care    Never thought about it that way, but now that you said that, I can't get the image out of my head! She's unlucky for a reason. I'm never partial to the stories that our just doom and gloom for the main character. Not too much fun after awhile. 

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