Elfy

We find out what school life is like for Emma and her friends. When there is an unexpected intrusion, Emma finds herself in a difficult situation. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I walked over to my usual table and sat down. Straight away I folded my arms across my chest to let everyone know I was in a bad mood. My friends sitting at the table, Zoe and Nicole, knew me well enough to not try to say anything to me as I waited for the teacher to start. I felt the recently wet diaper press against me and felt my mood turn even sourer. I had begged and begged my parents to allow me to at least try to potty train, but they had outright refused. Nothing would show the school authorities that I could be moved into classes with the boys like learning to use the toilet, my parents knew that, and I assumed that was one of the reasons they were so against it. Whenever I tried to train myself, my parents would give me “medicine” to make sure I failed. I soon learned not to try unless I wanted to be humiliated or left in diapers long past the point that they needed changing. “Good morning, girls.” Mr. Smith walked in. Despite his greeting he was looking kind of dour which wasn’t unusual for him, “Before we begin is there anyone who needs to visit the nurse?” A couple of hands went up and those girls were dismissed. What the teacher was really asking us was whether any of us needed our diaper changed. Usually, we were checked rather than asked but clearly Mr. Smith was letting laziness win out. The lessons never stopped when girls were absent with the nurse. If the lessons were paused every time it happened, we’d never get anything done. Not that anything we were taught in that classroom was anything I actually wanted to learn. “Right, well, this morning we will be picking up where we left off last week.” Mr. Smith said as he unlocked a cupboard and started picking up some small boxes. I groaned. There were few things I actually enjoyed doing in school, but what was coming was the worst. A box was placed in front of me, and I opened it up to reveal a needle, some thread and various pieces of cloth. Sewing was one of those vital skills all girls had to learn. The sciences were ignored, our maths was extremely basic, but sewing was very important. I didn’t even try to hide my disgust as everyone started opening the boxes the teacher handed out. Mr. Smith stopped when he saw the sour look on my face. “Come on, Emma, a pretty girl like you should be smiling.” Mr. Smith said, “This will really help when you have children.” I glared at Mr. Smith. I wasn’t too quiet about how much I hated my position, so it was hard to tell if the teacher was intentionally trying to wind me up. I knew if I spoke up it would mean punishment but holding my tongue wasn’t easy. I knew for a fact Mr. Smith didn’t like teaching us. No one wanted to be teacher that was “relegated” to teaching the girls. No one wanted to use all their educational qualifications to just teach the basics to a bunch of people they regarded as not needing to know more. The resentment caused Mr. Smith to see us as a burden rather than an opportunity to teach, he saw himself as a babysitter more than a teacher. I knew all this because he wasn’t at all shy about telling us. Teaching girls was basically a dead-end career-wise. I looked down at my little collection of sewing equipment. Other girls were already getting started. Zoe, sitting next to me, had her tongue between her teeth as she tried to thread the needle. I noticed that on my other side Nicole was already sewing surprisingly well. “I hate doing this…” I grumbled. “We know.” Zoe said through her gritted teeth as she managed to get the thread through the small hole at last. “Pacifiers in, girls.” Mr. Smith called over. I sighed but picked up my pacifier and pushed it between my lips anyway. I hated doing as I was told but it was another unfair school rule that would get me in trouble if I didn’t follow it. I bit down on the bulb as I tried to join in the other girls and start sewing the cloth together. There was another reason I hated sewing and pretty much everything else I was forced to do. Loathe as I was to admit it, my coordination wasn’t just bad in general, it was pretty bad even for a girl. Whilst everyone in the class managed to thread their needles after a few minutes I continued to struggle. It was the simplest part of the whole process and as everyone moved on to the next stage I was still sitting there failing to get my fingers to cooperate. “Do you want me to help?” Nicole asked around the latex nipple filling her mouth. “No.” I muttered darkly. I glanced sideways to see that not only had she managed to get the thread through the small hole, but she’d already made half a dozen stitches. It was incredibly frustrating to be so sure I could get on in the boys’ classes whilst being held back by my body. After a couple more failed attempts to get the thread through the hole I threw it all down on the table in anger. “Is there a problem, Emma?” Mr. Smith’s voice came from directly behind me. I jumped and felt a squirt of urine shoot into my padding. “No…” I replied slowly. “Then keep trying.” Mr. Smith said, “You’ll never get to college if you give up like that.” Mr. Smith chuckled and rubbed the top of my head before walking off to another table. I hadn’t thought I could be any angrier but somehow the teacher had managed to spike my temper. He knew of my dreams and saw my failings. To treat it all like some sort of joke was galling. It made me want to get up and… “Calm down.” Zoe said to me without looking up from her own sewing. She’d managed to complete one haphazard looking stitch. I simmered in my seat as I took a few deep breaths. Zoe and Nicole knew me well enough to know that it didn’t take a lot to get my temper to spill over. I tried to concentrate on the sewing again. As much as I hated it there was no other way out. I needed to prove I had the coordination needed to be allowed into the classes with the boys. At eighteen-years-old I was fast running out of time and if I failed my life would be just like my mothers. I couldn’t think of a worse fate. I sucked on my pacifier as I tried to thread the needle again. My hands shook more and more the closer I got. It felt like I was going cross-eyed. I tried to push it through and missed by half an inch. I tried again and was closer. On the third try it finally went through. I broke into a big smile mostly hidden by the soother’s mouth guard. I belatedly realised that with all my concentration I had started sweating. It was a victory! “Finished.” Nicole said loudly as she raised her hand. I looked up and saw that she had very neatly sewed the two pieces of cloth together. I had to admit it looked very good, almost to the same level mom had when she sewed stuff at home. Suddenly me managing to complete step one of the process felt like nothing at all. I sighed as I picked up the cloth and started preparing the next step. “Teacher’s pet.” Zoe said with a playful grin at Nicole. I didn’t know how Zoe could be so calm about everything. Did she not realise what would happen if we remained in the stupid class until graduation? Did she care? It was true that I was a bit of an outlier, one of the few people not inherently alright with the status quo. Most of the girls were perfectly content to grow at their own pace and live a life home making. Nicole’s only response to Zoe was to stick her tongue at her. The two girls shared a laugh as Mr. Smith came over to inspect the work. He held up Nicole’s accomplishment and I watched enviously. “Wow, you really did a great job!” Mr. Smith said. He patted Nicole on the head, “You lined it up nicely and everything. As a special treat why don’t you go over to the corner and start play time early?” Nicole looked very pleased with herself as she stood up. She took a couple of steps towards the corner and then stopped. Her dress was extremely short so when the rear of her diaper started to bulge out a couple of seconds later, I knew exactly what was happening. As much as I felt bad for my friend, I couldn’t completely hide a small smirk as I thought “not so grown up after all…” “Erm, Sir, may I visit the nurse first?” Nicole asked a few seconds later. “Of course. I’ll write you a pass.” Mr. Smith replied as the pair headed over to the desk. I looked down at my sewing work once again but before I had a chance to place another sloppy stitch, I heard the door to the classroom open. I looked up and turned to the door and was shocked. It was a guy. It was a man I had never seen before. He was tall and had tanned skin, with brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and was holding it with one hand whilst in the other he was scanning a piece of paper. He seemed confused. “Can I help you?” Mr. Smith asked as he looked up from the desk, he was writing the permission slip at. “I think I’m lost.” The new guy said. “Well, come in.” Mr. Smith said, “I’ll help you in a second. I doubt this is your classroom!” Mr. Smith chuckled as he signed the note and handed it to Nicole. She was blushing even harder as she hurried out of the room past this new boy. The guy walked inside and looked around; he was smiling but it didn’t seem like he was making fun of us. When I looked around, I saw that I was far from the only girl distracted by the new entrant into the room. I rolled my eyes and returned to my work. I felt weirdly protective of my classroom. I hated being there, but I found myself resenting a man coming in as well. Girls weren’t given much, but this was ours, I didn’t appreciate my territory being invaded by someone I saw as the enemy. As I tried to feed the needle through the cloth in my hands, I hoped he would find what he needed and leave as soon as possible. “He’s so hot!” Zoe whispered to me as she wantonly stared at the entrant. “Keep your panties on.” I replied dismissively, “Besides, I thought you wanted Liam to notice you.” Zoe gave me a sharp look before returning to ogle the stranger. I shook my head at her behaviour. I hated my situation, and nothing ground my gears like watching other girls playing their role to perfection. I was determined not to be just another pretty face for a guy to pick out as his trophy wife and domestic servant. Unfortunately, to escape that fate I really needed to get my coordination together and that wasn’t happening. “Ah, Jacob, yes?” Mr. Smith said as he checked the paper the new guy was carrying. I looked up again. If I resented this man, this “Jacob”, for coming into my domain then why did I keep looking up at him just like all the other girls here? I shook my head and tried to focus. The only way I was going to improve my station was if I could prove my coordination was acceptable. I had to concentrate. “Ah, yes, obviously this isn’t your room.” Mr. Smith said as he checked the schedule, “You’ve got the right room number but the wrong floor. You need to go up a level.” I heard Jacob laugh and like a magnet I was drawn to looking up at him again. I may have been determined not to be just another girl destined to pop out babies and look after a man, but I was still heterosexual, I could still appreciate a good-looking guy. Objectively speaking Jacob was a handsome looking person. There was nothing wrong with me noticing that even if I hated how he kept stealing my attention. My hands were still moving despite me not looking what I was doing. I had been annoyed at myself for being so easily distracted and now I was about to get my comeuppance. I could hardly sew properly when I was looking at the work, when I was looking elsewhere, I had no chance. The needle came up through the cloth in my hands and straight into my thumb. “Ah!” I immediately screamed like a little girl and dropped the cloth on to the table. Everyone turned my way as my bottom lip trembled. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry! I begged myself. I looked down at my thumb and saw a small drop of blood forming where I had inadvertently punctured myself. I was trying to keep a lid on my emotions, but it was as impossible for me to do as the sewing itself was. My eyes watered and when I tried to blink the tears away, they simply rolled down my face. My composure broke entirely, and I burst into tears. Loud humiliating crying punctured the air made worse by how I knew I was humiliating myself. I didn’t look up from my table, but I was sure Jacob must’ve thought I was just a stupid little girl like the rest of my classmates. Just like coordination, emotional control developed late for most girls, and it seemed I was behind the curve in that respect as well. “Alright, Jacob, if you can’t find your room feel free to come back for more help.” Mr. Smith said. Speaking louder to be heard over my wailing, “I have to deal with this.” I dared to glance up and saw that Jacob was indeed looking straight at me as he was handed back his schedule. I didn’t hear what he said to our teacher as he hurried out of the room. Mr. Smith came over to me, he seemed annoyed about the commotion I was making. I didn’t blame him. I was annoyed by it too. “It’s OK, Emma, it’s just a little pinprick.” Mr. Smith said condescendingly, “Come to my desk. I’ve got some band-aids.” I rose from my chair and followed the teacher. I looked over to the door which was closing. Was it the tears distorting my vision, or did I see Jacob peeking through the gap until the last possible moment? It must’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me, I couldn’t think of a reason anyone would want to be near me making all this noise. I knew that when any of the other girls cried like this it was all I could do to not run out of the room with my ears covered. A small pink band-aid was wrapped around my finger. It almost immediately started to calm my tears somewhat as I returned to my desk. I was red in the face, not just from the crying, but because of how I had lost control like I did. I wanted to prove I could be mature and should be given a chance in the proper classes before school ended but instead, I was managing to do the complete opposite. When I sat back down, I shuddered. My diaper had swollen up and the bottom felt very warm. At some point during my meltdown, I had apparently wet myself and not even noticed. I sighed and hung my head. This was turning into a hell of a day. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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I thought I wrote (though maybe I forgot!) that Anna et al took some of the syringes with them. Once out of Sallas they were handed over to government scientists who could reverse engineer how it was made and synthesise more for Jane.

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The final part in Anna, Ryan and Jane's story. Will hey finally get out of Sallas once and for all? Will they be stopped at the last hurdle? What is the world outside Sallas like? --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna crawled to the front of the speeding van and lifted herself to look out the window. Ahead of them, she saw a tunnel. She didn’t recognise where they were at all, but Thorn seemed to be exactly where she wanted to be. As they approached, she started pressing on the horn. Anna saw two heavy duty trucks, that had seemingly been parked to the sides of the tunnel opening, pull into the road, their own horns blaring. Like a closing door they narrowed the gap. The van flew past, and Anna didn’t need to see behind her to know they were going to be blocking the way for them. She hoped there was a plan to get the drivers to safety as well. After all the bullets, things had calmed down a little and Anna noticed Thorn was breathing heavily, as if she had just run a race. She looked pale and there was sweat running down her face. “Are you…?” Anna started. “I’m fine.” Thorn cut her off, “Everyone back there, OK?” “Yeah, a little banged up but we’re alright.” Ryan said. He was sitting against the wall of the van with Jane right next to him. “Believe it or not, this is mostly going to plan.” Thorn let out a quick exhalation of a laugh, “We need to stop up ahead. The last stop before the coast.” The van emerged from the other side of the tunnel and there were thankfully no government cars waiting for them. They were truly out of the city now; fields were stretching out in front of them along with occasional isolated buildings. After a minute or so on the road, Thorn turned the car through a gate on to a dirt track. She had slowed down quite a bit as they approached a large barn. Everything Anna saw on the drive from the tunnel looked sleepy and uninhabited, but this barn was an exception. As the van approached, she saw people running around in different directions, they were nearly all women. Thorn beeped in a specific pattern and the door to the barn was opened. For the number of people outside, it was just as packed inside, though part of that had to do with the half dozen vehicles squeezed in there. The van came to a stop, and the doors opened a second later. Women in combat fatigues climbed into the back of the car and almost pushed Anna and her family out. Thorn was climbing out of the front seat at the same time. “You’re hurt!” Someone exclaimed when they saw Thorn. “It’s a through and through.” Thorn said, raising her good hand in a gesture to say she was alright, “Which car is ours?” “Stay here.” The woman said, “We’ll take them.” “No.” Thorn shook her head, “I made a promise and I’m seeing this through.” “But…” The woman started. Thorn looked at her. The hard gaze that required no words to accompany it, a look that to remind the woman who was in charge. The woman nodded and pointed towards a light blue car that looked at least twenty years old. Thorn started walking over to it, one of her arms still hanging limply. “Everyone!” Thorn called out, “Let’s go! Come on!” Anna, Ryan and Jane were chivvied along to the car Thorn had climbed into. Anna took the front seat whilst Ryan joined Jane in the back. Anna heard a comment being made about Jane’s diaper, when she turned around, she saw that her friend was leaking pretty badly. “I think I was scared…” Jane practically whispered as her cheeks turned red. It wasn’t just Anna’s group that was getting into cars. All of the vehicles, all very similar in colour and type were now occupied, each of them with four people. As they waited, a woman was leaning through the side window and doing a quick patch job on her commander. Thorn winced as bandages were quickly and roughly put over her wounds. “Alright! Move out!” Thorn shouted out the window. All the vehicles came to life, including the van that the four of them had arrived in. The doors at the other end of the barn to the side they had entered opened, and cares started moving out. Almost as soon as they were clear of the building, each vehicle turned to a different direction and started driving. Anna then understood that they were creating a bunch of diversions to make it as hard as possible for the authorities to find the right car. The car Anna was in pulled out near the tail end of the line of cars and turned quickly before Thorn stepped on the accelerator. They weren’t on a road, in fact, it didn’t seem like many of the cars had headed back to the road. Instead, they were driving through a corn field, where the plants were so tall it was nearly impossible to see where they were going. It seemed Thorn had some idea though, as she didn’t seem concerned about hitting anything as she sped through. “There should be a little road… Ah ha.” Thorn broke into a smile as the corn gave way to a small dirt road. It ran between the edges of two fields of corn. “It seems so surreal.” Anna muttered as she stared out the front window. “You doubted The Rose Resistance?” Thorn asked as she looked at her passenger. Anna had to laugh despite the tension of situation. For the moment they weren’t being shot at or followed, there didn’t seem to be any danger, it was enough to let her relax, just a little. She hoped the other cars were having similarly easy times. She was still uneasy at the idea of so many people risking their lives for her as if she was someone important. The fields thinned and ten minutes later they were turning on to a windy concrete road. They carried on along it. Anna strained to see where they were, but the road was lined with trees and hedgerows which afforded her only glimpses of the countryside beyond. It was somewhat of a shock then, when they made a left turn that revealed a sheer cliff in front of them. Beyond the drop was the sea, stretching to the horizon. Anna’s mouth fell open. “Nearly there.” Thorn said as the car trundled along the road, turning gently until they were running parallel to the cliff. Anna had no words. She kept staring out of the window with tears falling down her face. She hardly dared to believe that she was really seeing the escape she so desperately sought. That there was a boat ready to take them out of Sallas forever. She prayed she wasn’t dreaming, to wake up and find herself back in the house would’ve been a cruelty she didn’t think she would recover from. Jane and Ryan talked a little, Thorn joined in occasionally, everything a little strained from the tension they all still felt. Anna remained silent. After fifteen minutes along the cliffside, passing various places to stop to admire the view or have a picnic, the land began to slope noticeably downwards. Ahead of them Anna could see a small dock and, her breath catching in her chest for so long that she thought she might pass out, there was a boat waiting. Anna kept waiting for it all to go wrong. She kept waiting for the boat to pull away without them, or for the government cars to suddenly appear right behind them, shooting wildly. She looked out all the windows, but they were alone, no one was there to stop them. When she turned in her seat to look at her companions, she could see her own emotions mirrored back at her. Excitement and joy mixed with the anxiety of a completely unknown future. The car drove down to the small dock and parked next to the boat. Anna nearly fell as she climbed out, her legs feeling weak after everything she had been through. She stared at the boat as if blinking might make it disappear forever. “Well, here we-…” Thorn started. She was very quickly cut off by Anna who had almost jumped on her with a hug, “Woah there.” “Thank you.” Anna said, her voice shaky, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I can never repay you…” It didn’t seem that Thorn knew exactly how to react to such an embrace. When Anna let go, she saw that her rescuer seemed more unsure right then than in any of the high-adrenaline events they had just gone through. Anna looked at the small crew of the boat and saw them trying to hide smiles. “Right, well, you’d better get going.” Thorn said after clearing her throat. “Are you sure you won’t come with us?” Jane asked. “I’ve got work to do here.” Thorn said, “And if I didn’t do it, who would?” Anna helped Jane on to the boat where a couple of members of the crew, smiling and welcoming, took the woman below deck. Ryan climbed on to the boat as well, but waited by the side, waiting for his wife. Anna turned back to Thorn but no longer knew what to say. She felt as if she should’ve had some grand speech ready to go, some words of wisdom that would resonate forever with Thorn. She had nothing. “Good luck, Anna.” Thorn said, “Live your life.” Anna’s bottom lip trembled and she sucked it in. She nodded and then turned away from Thorn, turned away from her troubles, and turned away from Sallas. She stepped on to the boat with help from Ryan and then turned to face the dock as the sailors on board started to untie ropes. Even then, she kept expecting it all to go wrong, for a fleet of ships to come and blockade them, or a veritable army to stop over the hill guns firing. “We did it.” Ryan said. He sounded shocked more than happy, exhausted more than excited. “Yeah…” Anna smiled and leaned against him, accepting an arm around his shoulders. “What do you think will happen next?” Ryan said, his chin resting on the top of Anna’s head, “Where are we going to go?” Anna chuckled. From the way Ryan reacted she guessed he didn’t remember the reason why. The last question he had asked was exactly the same as the one she had said when they were leaving college together. Back then the great unknown was Sallas and facing a future where they were marked as troublemakers, where Ryan would have to work a dead-end job and where Anna was caught in limbo between being treated as an equal at home, and seen as little more than a child by society. “I don’t know.” Anna answered truthfully, “I never really dared to home we would get this far.” The boat’s engine had been idling, but now the revs seemed to increase and, ever so slowly, they pulled away from the pier. Anna felt a great anxiety being left behind, a weight she had been carrying for nearly her whole life getting ripped off of her shoulders. With each wave that the boat started to go over, she was increasing her distance from Sallas, every second taking her further from the place than she had ever been before. “We should head below.” Ryan said as he gestured towards a doorway and some stairs. “You go.” Anna said quietly, “I’ll be down in a minute.” Ryan lingered. He only reluctantly let go of the hug, but he didn’t leave Anna’s side. Sallas was still in view, but it was getting harder to see details. Thorn had turned and hurried back to her car. She honked her horn a couple of times, the sound just barely reaching the boat, and the car drove away. “I’ll be fine.” Anna said as she stared at the retreating view of Sallas, “You should check on Jane. This is the first time she’s left Sallas, she might be freaking out.” “It’s the first time I’ve been out of the country too.” Ryan said, though it was clear he wasn’t exactly cut up about leaving. He kissed Anna on the forehead, “Don’t stay up here too long, you’ll get cold.” Anna was finally alone, standing at the back of the boat with her hands on the rail. She didn’t leave the spot until the last of the Sallas coastline disappeared from view. As it faded into the distance, Anna let out a long breath, finally feeling free. She was a complex ball of emotions, she had imagined how she would feel leaving Sallas for most of her life. She had pictured joy, excitement, and even anger, but in reality, it was nothing. It would take a long time for the shock to wear off, for the new reality to set in and realise she was finally free. Epilogue The building was huge. Bigger than any place Anna had been in Sallas, without question. She had one leg crossed over the other as she sat in an otherwise empty conference room. It was just her, a long table, and a dozen unoccupied office chairs. She’s chosen the one nearest the window, which she looked out of at the city around her. A few floors up from the ground, Anna could see the cars coming and going, the people walking, and if she hadn’t known better, she could’ve thought she was right back in Kingston again, like she’d never left Sallas at all. She didn’t really know what she expected. A city is a city, no matter where you are, but for some reason Anna had built up in her mind that the world would just look… different. Anna smiled. She was looking down at the ground at the foot of the building. She saw a woman in a business suit, holding a hot drink in one hand whilst talking on a phone with the other. It was a sight as exotic to Anna as anything she had seen in their newly adopted country. A woman, clearly important, or at least self-important, who had a job and was an adult. Anna couldn’t look away. That was what she had wanted to see more than anything else. When the woman got into a taxi that had pulled up next to her outstretched hand, Anna’s gaze followed the yellow car until she saw large billboard. It was something she had been looking at a lot whilst sitting in that room, a sight she had tried to ignore, to not let intrude on her newfound happiness, and yet it was one she couldn’t help glancing at repeatedly. The sign advocated for a new way of living, or rather, an old way of living. “Don’t like the modern world? Return to traditional values.” The billboard advised. Followed by a link to a website to learn more. This wasn’t an isolated event either. Since arriving in the country a couple of months previously, Anna had seen numerous billboards, a lot of people advocating for this lifestyle on the internet, and even some politicians clamouring to return to “traditional values.” It had very quickly become clear what these values meant. The image on the billboard across the road, a smiling man and woman, blonde hair and blue eyed, with their kid in front of him. The man in a suit, the woman in a homemaker’s dress that seemed to fit the fashion of fifty years ago more than it did these modern times. Anna felt anxious just looking at it. Sure, it was only the extremists of this movement that were espousing the values of Sallas, with full on infantilisation of women, but whilst the diapers weren’t present, the ideas were. It wasn’t something Anna had anticipated. The exporting of Sallas ideals on a world who didn’t know what life was like within the closed off country. The very world that Anna had risked her life to escape was now getting airtime on the news and online, with influencers quick to talk about how men were neglected and second class. Anna scoffed at the very idea, she knew what being a second-class citizen was really like, after all, and it wasn’t men having to give up some of their superiority to treat women like human beings. “Sorry about that.” The door behind Anna opened and Jane stepped inside. Anna turned in her seat and smiled at her friend. They had only been out of Sallas for a short time, but it already seemed like Jane had flourished. Without the oppressive atmosphere she had seemed to grow into her own person in a way that had been impossible before the escape. She now walked in, dressed like a woman rather than a girl and sat down at the table. “Did you have any problems?” Anna asked. “Nope, not at all.” Jane replied, “There was a stall in the women’s bathroom that had some extra space. I’m getting better at doing it myself, I had to do the tapes three times though. It’s much easier laying down to do it.” “Well, hopefully you won’t have to do it at all soon.” Anna said encouragingly. She saw Jane raise an eyebrow in disbelief, “I’m serious. You’re doing great.” “It just feels weird.” Jane said with a deep exhale. “Which bit?” Anna asked. “All of it.” Jane replied, “The fact that in any room I enter I’m probably the ONLY one in diapers. Hell, potty training in general is so strange. I never thought about it back in Sallas.” Anna nodded her head and reached a hand across the table. Jane took it in hers. There had been teething problems for sure, but it was impossible to deny that they were all better off now. Anna was still getting used to walking around without any padding under her clothes, with no one staring at her, the fact she could go places on her own, or with Jane, without people batting an eyelid was a freedom she hadn’t really even thought about before leaving. “Are you ready for your speech?” Jane asked. “No.” Anna replied, “I mean, I guess I am. I’m just not sure about standing up in front of all those people and talking…” “You’ll be OK.” Jane said reassuringly, “Ryan and me will be right behind you.” As if on cue, the door opened, and Ryan walked in. He had gotten tired of sitting around and waiting to be told the main chamber was ready, so he had been off exploring the building. He came back in and sat down next to Jane. “You look worried.” Ryan said as he observed his wife. “It’s that obvious?” Anna asked. “I know what to look for.” Ryan grinned, “Hey, if it’s too much, we could give the speech to someone here to read. I’m sure people would understand if you needed more time.” “I made a promise to Thorn.” Anna said. She would’ve loved to run away and hide from what was to come but that wasn’t going to be an option, “People died to get us here. It’s time we started paying The Rose Resistance back.” News out of Sallas had been sparse to say the least. The country was very closed off to most outsiders, it was as hard to report on what was happening in the country as it was to get news of the wider world when living there. Most news about what was happening in Sallas came from their government press releases, and if you read between the lines, you could sometimes even see some of the truth. For instance, the fact that there had been no news about Thorn or The Rose Resistance gave a very strong impression that after the dramatic day of escape, the organisation hadn’t been crushed, Thorn hadn’t been arrested. If either thing had happened, Anna was sure Sallas would be crowing about it forevermore. Indeed, once the three of them had been dropped off on the shore, one of the first things that had happened was extensive interviews about the internals of Sallas. It shocked Anna to know that some of the people recognised her and even knew her name. Her advertising hadn’t been restricted to just internal campaigns after all. One of the sailors who had guided the boat handed over a bunch of documents to the agents of Anna’s new home, they had been spirited away very quickly. No matter who or how Anna asked, no one would tell exactly what was going on. She remembered what Thorn had said and considered that she likely had some contacts with foreign governments already. They had to get their money and equipment from somewhere after all. There was a knock at the door. Anna stood up before it had even opened. A woman in a suit stood in the doorway with a smile. Eve, the rather beautiful middle-aged woman, had been assigned to Anna as a liaison and to look after her in the government building. “They’re ready for you now.” Eve said. Anna nodded and picked up her papers. She took a deep breath and gave each of Jane and Ryan a hug. They stayed close together as they left the room and walked a short way down the hallway to a large wooden door. From the other side, Anna could hear murmuring of, admittedly mostly male, voices. Anna took a deep breath as she prepared to walk in and address the masses of politicians and dignitaries in the auditorium beyond. She balled her hands into fists in an effort to steel her resolve. Before she could move forward, she felt a most unexpected feeling. There were hands on both of her fists. She looked to the side to see Ryan, prying open her hand so that he could hold it. On the other side, Jane kept hold until Anna loosened her grip. They both squeezed her a little and together they walked through the door. --- With this story completed I have started a NEW story! "The Designation" is about a young man who is about to go into the Designation Office to find out if he will be made Big... or Little: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mozb42a128b2460 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2486397

After breakfast, Emma travels to school and we find out what school is like when you are eighteen, but still have the coordination of a toddler. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Right, I need to get going.” Dad said as he finally folded his newspaper up. For the first time that morning I saw my Dad’s face. Unlike Mom his face was sharp, and he had piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. He stood up and put the paper down. After kissing Mom on the cheek, he rubbed Ollie’s hair and then left. I didn’t get a special goodbye but that was nothing unusual, I was Mom’s responsibility. I knew for a fact that dad would’ve preferred that I had been born a boy. I ate my breakfast in silence as I did every morning. I tried to avoid looking at Ollie whenever possible, as my brother he knew where my weak points were and how to most effectively annoy me. He knew how much I was desperate to be independent and given the same opportunities which is why he spent mealtimes trying to catch my eye and quietly make fun of me. A baby bottle was handed to me as I finished the last of my breakfast. I clutched it with both hands as I held it up to my mouth, it was the safest way for me to drink without dropping what I was holding. Once the bottle was drained and I had lowered it back to the tray I let out a loud burp. I thought I’d done a good job not making a mess but as mom wiped my face with a wet cloth and then removed by bib, I saw that plenty of food had missed my mouth. I tried not to pout. “Alright, come on, we don’t want you to be late for the bus.” Mom said as she unlocked the tray and let me slip out of my toddler chair, “Come on Emma, we don’t have all day.” I saw that Ollie was a little slower than me to get up. He didn’t get hurried up like I did though. He was sixteen years old and considered a man of the house. My mom was as wary of upsetting him as she way my father. It looked pretty pathetic to me, a mother so worried about what her teenage son thought. I understood it though, I suspect if Ollie wanted, he could bend mom over and spank her right there at the table. It was all part of “coming of age” for a young man. I knew Dad would support it if he found out. Would treat it as a moment where Ollie became a man, probably take him out for a beer or something. Mom was a whirlwind of motion as she got things ready for my brother and me. Lunches were handed out and put in bags, books were checked and double-checked, my diaper was pressed against me to make sure I didn’t need another change and then we were sent out the front door. It was always quite eerie to go from the noises and motion of the house to suddenly standing outside. Everything was calm and serene out there. The sun was shining but there was still a slight chill in the breeze that rustled the leaves on the tree in a front yard. “Come on, baby.” Ollie said to me as he led the way down the garden path. Like I said before, Ollie knew how to strike a nerve. I wouldn’t describe him as a bully or anything like that, he was just a brother who was given free rein to annoy me knowing I would get in trouble if I retaliated. We walked to the bus stop that was at the end of the street. There were a few other students already there, mostly boys. Ollie walked over to some friends, and I hung back just waiting for the bus. It felt like I had to mentally prepare for the day. I had to do this every morning. To say I didn’t enjoy school was an understatement, mostly because for me it felt pointless, there was no career waiting for me at the end of it all. When the bus pulled up to the curb, I was the last to get on. I stood next to the driver and looked down the rows of seats. The differences between the two genders here was more obvious than anywhere else. The boys were dressed in their usual polo shirts, sports jerseys and whatever else they wanted; the girls on the other hand looked, in my opinion, ridiculous. All the girls were dressed in clothes the boys left behind as toddlers. Shortalls, skirtalls, onesies, very frilly dresses, Mary Jane shoes, hair in pigtails… This was the fashion for women of all ages. I, of course, was dressed no differently but I seemed to be one of the few who hated it. I walked down the aisle between the seats. I saw some boys doing last minute homework, whether on their own or copying from a friend, I looked down at the sums one boy was doing and almost felt my head spin. Whatever he was working out was a long way from the times tables that were drilled into my head during what passed for our math classes. At the back of the bus, I saw some boys and girls making out. They had no shame that they were doing so in public, but it wasn’t an unusual sight. Many boys and girls got married right after graduating high school, I knew a few of the kissing couples were already engaged. It was considered desirable to get married as quickly as possible if you were a girl so you could start having kids and supporting your husband. As far as I could tell the only benefit to getting married would be my potential potty training, though I hated to have such a thing reliant on a man. As I dropped into an empty seat next to a girl in a class several grades below my own, I felt disgust towards my fellow girls. I looked over my shoulder again at the kissing couples and my eyes focused on two people in particular. A guy who seemed to be the same age as me was sat down with a girl I knew to be in my grade sitting on his lap facing him. Her dress had been pulled up and the boy’s hands almost looked like they created a seat as they groped her diaper. The girl didn’t seem to care though, she was giggling and constantly leaning forwards for more kisses. All my thoughts towards such a display were negative. Didn’t that girl have any self-respect? I sat in silence for the whole bus journey. Every school day started with this resentment burning at my centre. I was surrounded by boys who would have careers I wanted and girls that were seemingly happy to be second class. I felt very much on my own. I hated my diapers, I hated my place in society, but most of all I hated that I had almost no hope of escaping my station. Only a few girls ever managed to break the chains and reach an equal status to the boys. The most frustrating thing was I knew I was smart enough to do it, but there was nothing I could do about my damned coordination. How I desperately wished I had been born a guy, to have the opportunities I deserved. When the bus finally stopped outside my school, I was one of the last to get up. I watched girl’s giggling as they walked down the aisles to the doors at the front, I saw boys unashamedly reach forward and grab at their asses producing squeals and more laughter. If anyone did that to me, they’d get a slap in the face and to hell with the consequences. My school was a large building. A huge rectangular block with steps leading up to the front entrance. It was towards these doors that the masses of students were moving. The girls in their ultra-feminine clothes in bright colours and looking like overgrown babies, the boys in their regular shirts and pants. There was a lot of noise, and I looked forwards to getting into the relative sanctuary of the classroom. As I made my way up the stairs I tripped and ended up falling forwards on to my face. There were a few laughs but not as many as might be expected. I wasn’t the only girl having trouble after all. The lack of coordination made stairs a tricky challenge and as I brushed myself off and looked around, I saw several girls clinging to the rails with both hands and taking careful steps as if they were climbing a mountain. I would probably fall less often if I did the same, but I didn’t want to need a crutch to do something so simple. The inconvenient truth of the matter was that even amongst other girls my age my coordination was bad. I probably tripped and fell over my own feet at least twice a day. Things requiring precise movements of my fingers were a nightmare. I brushed the dust from my dress and carried on a little more carefully. I walked through the double doors and turned left in the corridor. Whilst the boys moved from room to room throughout the day for their different subjects me and the other girls stayed in one. “Yo, can I copy your biology homework?” “Only if I can copy your math.” “We had homework?” It was like I was being taunted. Those subjects sounded so interesting and yet I never got to experience any of them. The most I could gather was whatever I overheard in the halls or the cafeteria. Sometimes I would take Ollie’s textbooks and read a bit but if I was discovered I would be sure to get a big punishment. My parents, particularly my father, weren’t big on me “getting ideas above my station.” They said no man would want a girl who thought she was smarter than them. It only increased my desire to read more. The bell rang when I was halfway to my classroom. It made me jump and as I did so I felt my bladder leak a little urine into my, until that point, dry diaper. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was annoying. The students crowding the halls started making their way towards their various classrooms. My room was the last door on the left of the hallway. “Come on, Miss. Crouch, you don’t want to be late.” Mr. Smith called as he saw me waddling towards the room. I hated Mr. Smith. My teacher for the last couple of years, he was a symbol to me of all the worst parts of men. He seemed nice enough personally, but he was stull my oppressor. More than anyone, perhaps even more than my parents, Mr. Smith made sure I stayed in my lane. He knew of my want to be more than just another girl and he seemed determined to stamp it out of me, probably saw it as his duty. I went to walk quickly past the teacher, but he put his arm out and blocked the doorway. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I knew what was coming. The “random” diaper checks that I just so happened to be a regular victim of. Mr. Smith’s large hand pressed against my padding as I separated my legs making it easier for him. “A little damp but no need for a change yet.” Mr. Smith announced. “Yeah, well…” I started as I couldn’t hold back my tongue. My arguments were quickly cut off when Mr. Smith reached down to my pacifier hanging from the front of my dress and popped it between my lips. I glared at him but didn’t dare take the unwanted fashion accessory out. Like most men in the world Mr. Smith believed that “good girls should be seen and not heard” and that meant in his classroom we were frequently given our soothers to keep us quiet. As soon as the teacher’s hand left my diaper I continued walking inside. The classroom was the same as it ever was, and I meant that literally. From my first day at school until then I had been in the same classroom, and it hadn’t changed a bit in that whole time. Instead of individual desks like the boys had we had square tables where four of us would sit together. Different corners of the large room had different uses. There were a lot of toys, a quiet area lined with books that were far too simple for me and another area full of different things needed for our lessons. Instead of science we were taught to cook, instead of history we were taught to sew. The very basics of academia were all that we needed according to men. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/movr7yl6f9eb502 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2477741

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With Mr. Sawyer dealt with, the race to get out of Sallas continues --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Is he…?” Anna asked as she panted. Jane wrinkled her nose as she stepped closer. She put two fingers to his neck and waited a moment. Anna wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear. The thought of killing someone didn’t sit easily with her, even if he was a complete bastard. “He’s still breathing.” Jane said, “Just unconscious.” “We have to go.” Anna said as she stood up. The adrenaline was helping to keep her going, she knew the moment it left her she would be completely drained by the events of the morning. “But what about him?” Jane asked. “He’s got people coming, they’ll help him.” Anna said quickly. Her legs shook as she stood up and made her way over to the drawers. There was just one thing Anna thought she’d have time for before running out of the house. She pulled open a drawer just as she heard the bedroom door open, she spun around, expecting to be met with a flash as a trigger was pulled. Indeed, there was a gun pointing into the room, only it wasn’t firing. “What the hell happened?” Thorn asked as she lowered her gun and walked in. Ryan came running in behind her, out of breath, and after a quick look around the room he dropped to his knees next to Anna and wrapped her in a hug. “Are you alright? What happened? Did he hurt you?” Ryan asked in rapid succession. “I’m fine.” Anna said. She pulled herself free of Ryan’s embrace. There would be time for that later, “We need to go, he called backup.” Thorn was looking down at Mr. Sawyer’s rather unpleasant body. Seeing the diaper and then turning to see Anna, completely bear under her far-too-short dress. A smile worked its way across her lips, and she even allowed herself a chuckle. “I’ve underestimated you.” Thorn sounded like a proud parent, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” Anna turned back to the open drawer and dug through layers of diapers to find the single pair of panties she had managed to hide in there. Her hands trembled as she dug them out and stepped into them, pulling them up and closing her eyes as if the feeling of the soft material was a euphoric drug. When Anna opened her eyes again it was to see Thorn pointing her gun down at Mr. Sawyer’s head. “No!” Anna exclaimed. Thorn paused. It looked like she really wanted to execute the unconscious man, someone who had no doubt caused her a lot of trouble in the past. After a couple of seconds, she holstered her weapon and bent down to pick the one he had dropped up. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” Thorn said. Anna didn’t need to be told twice. Now that she was unpadded, moving felt so much easier and more natural, she practically bounced down the stairs and out through the front door to their vehicle. They all piled in, now with Jane amongst them, and Thorn performed a handbrake turn to bring the car around, she rushed back towards the front gate. Just as it looked like they had a clear run to the road outside of the community, two black vans skidded to a halt at the entrance. Thorn slammed on the brakes, coming to a halt mere feet away. She threw the van into reverse and all the people in the backseat were sent flying. Anna clung on to the little window to see what was happening. As the van moved backwards, she saw the doors on the other vehicles open and people stepping out, levelling guns at them. “Get down!” Thorn shouted. Barely half a second later the windscreen cracked as a bullet came through. Anna threw herself down along with everyone else in the back of the vehicle. She could no longer see what was happening but heard more shots hitting them as Thorn spun the van around. Anna was covering her head with her hands but when she dared to glance up she saw several holes in the back door where more bullets had hit them. “Thorn?” Ryan called out. “I’m fine. Stay down!” Thorn shouted back. The people in the back of the van wouldn’t have been able to get up even if they wanted to. The van was making violent turns causing the tyres to squeal and the vehicle to lurch to the point that Anna was worried it was going to turn over. More bullets hit the van, but they sounded like they were from further away. Thorn must’ve been driving them back into the gated community and further from the exit. The problem was that there was no other way out. The answer to their problem came a few seconds later. “Hold on!” Thorn called out. A second later, with the engine revving, there was a shattering sound. The van bounced along even harder than before, one particularly violent jump causing Anna to nearly knock herself senseless on the metal floor. With no more bullets zipping through the van, she crawled towards the back door and looked out one of the holes. Behind them she saw a wooden fence that had been smashed through, they were rapidly heading away from the compound across a mostly empty grassy area. “Did we lose them?” Jane asked. Her voice small and scared. “No.” Thorn replied. It sounded like she was gritting her teeth as she wrestled with the steering wheel to keep the van going in a straight direction. Anna saw black vehicles emerging through the hole that the van had created. Thorn had managed to open and gap to them, but they were definitely following, and Anna had to assume more were on the way. There was one more large lurch as the van dropped down off a curb and its tyres skidded on the asphalt as Thorn wrenched the steering wheel again. Back on a road, although going very fast, the drive was at least a little more stable. Anna crawled forwards towards the driving compartment. She checked on Jane and Ryan on the way, they were both a little banged up from the rough ride but there were no serious injuries. Anna got up on to her knees and used the small window to keep herself steady. Through the windscreen she could see cars scattering as Thorn weaved like a race car driver. “Are we alright?” Anna asked. “Uh huh.” Thorn grunted. Anna immediately recognised that the resistance leader sounded a little different. She looked down at Thorn more closely and saw that she only actually had one arm on the wheel, the other was reaching across her body and up to her shoulder. Anna gasped as she saw blood staining Thorn’s camouflage clothing. “It’s nothing.” Thorn said. She was looking in the rear-view mirror and had seen Anna’s concern. “You’ve been shot!” Anna exclaimed. “Is there blood on my back?” Thorn asked as she leaned forwards and twisted her body a little. The manoeuvre seemed to cause her no small amount of pain. Anna nodded. Words temporarily leaving her. “Then it went straight through.” Thorn winced as she sat back on the seat, “Just another war wound for the collection.” “You need a doctor.” Anna said, “A hospital or something.” “Yeah, I’ll just stop and ask the fascists chasing us if they wouldn’t mind waiting whilst I’m bandaged up.” Thorn said sarcastically, “Don’t worry. We’ve got medics that’ll patch me up once you guys are out of the country. Besides, chicks dig scars.” Anna couldn’t believe Thorn was being so nonchalant about being shot. She had to remind herself that this was essentially Thorn’s job. She would’ve seen plenty of people being shot or blown up or god only knew what else. It didn’t seem like the first time she’d been hurt either. “The main thing is getting you to the boat.” Thorn said after an uncomfortable amount of time where Anna had just been staring at her. “How far away is it?” Anna asked. “At this speed?” Thorn suddenly pulled on the steering wheel with her one good arm and the van seemed to go up on two wheels as they went round a corner, “Not too long.” “Are you sure you can drive?” Anna asked. “No offense, but unless any of you back there are secretly rally driving at the weekends, I’m our best bet, wounded or not.” Thorn replied. Anna had to admit she was probably right. Anna and Jane had never driven, women usually weren’t allowed to after all, and Ryan was a decidedly safe driver. If they wanted to stop people catching up with them then they would need Thorn, even with one arm she was navigating traffic at speeds that made Anna’s stomach lurch from side to side. Anna was still holding on to the gap in the window to keep herself upright when she heard what sounded like stones hitting the back of the van. She was suddenly tackled and pulled down by Ryan as new holes appeared in the rear door. “They’re on us!” Thorn shouted. It was impossible for Anna to know what was happening. She felt like she was in a washing machine as the van swerved unpredictably, and she slid backwards and forwards. She felt panic threatening to overwhelm her; it seemed impossible that they would ever escape. Without realising what she was doing, she let out a loud scream as it felt like the world was tumbling on top of her. “Anna! Are you hit?” Jane shouted with concern. Anna couldn’t respond for a few seconds. She looked around with wild eyes, she wanted a way out, but it simply didn’t exist. All of a sudden, she wasn’t sure if she had been hit. She looked down over herself but seemed to be fine. Ending up near the rear doors as more holes appeared above her, Anna looked through one and saw two Sallas police cars cars chasing them, emergency lights flashing, a man leaning out the passenger window of each with handguns. It was obvious they weren’t taking prisoners. “Someone needs to fire back!” Thorn yelled out. “What!? No! We can’t!” Jane exclaimed. “This isn’t a request.” Thorn said darkly. Using her injured arm and practically screaming as she did so, she dropped the pistol into the back where it quickly slid into Anna, “We need them to back off!” Anna picked up the gun. She really didn’t know what she was doing with it and definitely didn’t want to hurt anyone. Leaving Sallas meant everything to her, but could she shoot a person to make it happen? There was a patch on the back door that had a few bullet holes close together. Anna looked out of it carefully and pointed the gun. She was still debating whether she would be able to pull the trigger when she saw a different target. Anna lowered her aim, away from where the driver would’ve been sitting, and pulled the trigger. The gun jumped and she yelped in alarm, dropping it to the floor. “Holy shit!” Thorn exclaimed. Anna looked out the hole again to see that the car she had shot had swerved and end up spinning into a post. She’d aimed for the tyre and apparently hit it. The other car, seeing what had happened, backed off and stopped firing. “What now?” Ryan asked, “We can’t outrun them.” “We’re not going to have to.” Thorn said. It was remarkable she could talk with how much she was concentrating on the road. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mopw8juk2cb49132 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2471566

Emma is a young woman in a world that is inherently unfair to young women. In this parallel universe, women develop their motor skills much later than men. If a young woman develops her skills early she can move out of the "specialised" women's classes in time to take her tests with the men, and have an entirely different trajectory for life. The question is: Will Emma get there in time? Final exams are coming up and as desperate as Emma is, she's still struggling. Things are made even more complicated by the arrival of a guy who upends her world view. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- What Emma Wants By Elfy I slowly opened my eyes as the chirping of birds outside brought me out of dreamland. I grumbled as I rolled over wanting some more sleep, the thickness between my legs told me that it hadn’t been a dry night. It wasn’t much of a surprise; I think I’d had one dry night in my life and that had been sheer luck. My nursery was always the worst in the mornings. The overwhelming pinkness seemed to glow even brighter shortly after dawn, with the sun that was now streaming through the window making me squint. My pink curtains were so thin they were more for show than anything else. This had been my room for as long as I could remember, and it had hardly changed at all in the time aside from the furniture getting bigger. Here I was, one month past my eighteenth birthday, and my surroundings were the same as one month after my first. The one thing I had convinced my parents to do was add an extra bookshelf with some of my favourite books, a small concession to my actual age. I grabbed a frilly pink pillow and held it over my head in a desperate attempt to block out the real world for a few more minutes. It was no use. My senses were already waking up. I could hear footsteps, probably my younger brother, stomping up and down the landing. The smell of bacon, Dad’s favourite, sizzling in a pan wafted through the air. That was the duty of my mom, of course, to make sure Dad’s breakfast was cooked and his clothes washed and ironed before work each morning. It would be my duty too soon, no matter how much I hated the idea of it. I grumbled as I rolled on to my back. I kicked off the blanket that had felt cosy during the night but was now making me too sweaty to reveal my pyjamas. As pink as the rest of the room my sleepwear was very childish decorated as it was by pictures of sleeping bunnies. Underneath was, of course, my ever-present diaper. I didn’t need to reach down to know it was soaked. The bulky overnight padding successfully keeping my bed dry was as familiar as it was hated. “Morning!” Mom started talking before the door had opened but by the time she finished her singsong greeting she was already halfway to my crib. I didn’t say anything, nor did I uncover my face. The morning routine was set in stone, and my participation was not needed for most of it. Mom’s thin-wristed hand slipped between the thick bars of my baby bed and then reached down under the waistband of my pyjama pants to press against my diaper. I don’t know why she bothered with this part. It wasn’t as if I was likely to be dry. “Let’s get you changed and ready for school.” Mom said. The side of my crib came down and I finally pushed the pillow off my head. With another grumble I rolled sideways and then swung my legs over the side of my bed. I stood up and almost fell straight into mom. “Oops, careful.” Mom said with a chuckle. I didn’t find it funny. It was another in a long list of examples that I still wasn’t ready for what I truly wanted; to get out of these damn diapers and start to get taken seriously. I wasn’t optimistic about achieving that dream any time soon though. According to Dad it had taken years before Mom was out of diapers completely. Mom held my hand as we walked over to the changing table. I hoisted myself up and lowered my pyjama bottoms helpfully for Mom, any chance to show I could be responsible I wanted to grab with both hands. “Is this really necessary?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the glow-in-the-dark shooting stars that decorated my ceiling. “You know it is.” Mom’s hand patted the sagging round diaper. “You could at least let me TRY to potty train.” I complained. “Baby, you know that’s not up to me.” Mom said as she pulled the tapes on the diaper. I sighed and let my head roll dispiritedly to the side. No, it wasn’t Mom’s decision. It wasn’t even Dad’s. This was an argument we’d had on the changing table countless times; it was one I knew I couldn’t ever win. “Honestly, baby, I bet all your little friends don’t give their poor Mommies this much grief every morning.” Mom pressed some cool baby wipes against my crotch causing me to jump. “Well, maybe I just want it more than them.” I mumbled. “Emma, if you want to get out of diapers you need to find yourself a husband.” Mom said, “You know that. Any progress on that front?” “No.” I replied shortly. “You should get a move on, baby.” Mom said. God, I hated that pet name, “If you want to get out of diapers, you’ll need to find yourself a man to marry. You know, when your father took over changing my diapers from my Daddy it was a really romantic moment.” I stared at Mom with furrowed eyebrows. She couldn’t be serious. She seemed to notice my expression as she smiled and continued. “We were young and in love.” Mom said with a wistful far-off look in her eyes, “We were nervous and that intimacy of the first diaper change really helped bring us closer together.” I sighed and bit my tongue to stop myself from talking back. My legs were lifted and rolled back as the wet diaper was pulled out from under me. My feet were held in the air until Mom had flattened the new disposable and slipped it under my rear end. When my butt came back down it was on top of a fresh crinkling diaper. The sides were pulled up and taped closed with the speed of an expert who had been changing my diapers for eighteen years… which is exactly what Mom had been doing. “Alright, wait right there whilst I get your clothes.” Mom said. She put a hand on my chest as I tried to get up, “Don’t sit up. We don’t want you to fall.” Mom’s lack of faith in me was annoying. Sure, like ninety-nine percent of girls my age I had some trouble with coordination and could be a bit clumsy, but it wasn’t like I was totally incapable of looking after myself. When Mom turned to head to the closet, I decided to ignore her and sat up, I swayed a little as my balance tried to catch up to the movement but I didn’t fall of. Success. Mom came back over with my outfit for the day. I let out a deep sigh. None of my outfits were what I would describe as “grown up” but this one was particularly childish. A pink t-shirt with a picture of a unicorn flying through the sky, a rainbow trail coming out of the back of it. Over the top Mom had selected a denim dress that came up to the middle of my chest with straps that went up and over my shoulders. She helped me off the table and I didn’t need to look into the mirror to know that it barely covered my diaper. The in-built petticoat pushed the dress out in every direction. I tried to flatten it all down to give myself more cover and hopefully make the outfit look more mature, but it didn’t work, as soon as I flattened one bit another part would stick out. Mom completed my outfit with the fashion accessory all young women and girls had. A pacifier with a big latex bulb, a pink mouth guard and a long piece of rainbow coloured ribbon that attached it to a metal clip on the front of my dress. The pacifier bobbed against my chest ready to be pushed into my mouth as soon as a man had decided I had done enough talking. I was still trying to make myself presentable when Mom took my hand and led me out of the nursery. The fresh diaper crinkled loudly in the otherwise quiet landing, it was a sound I had almost tuned out having become so used to it but just occasionally, when I was particularly frustrated, my ears heard the tell-tale rustle common in every house with girls younger than their mid-twenties around the world. As I waddled down the stairs the familiar sounds and smells of breakfast came wafting down the hallway to me. The smell of eggs and bacon frying, for my Dad and Brother, of course, we women were expected to watch our figures so I knew it would be cereal for me. I could hear my brother talking, his voice only recently deepened by puberty, and then my Dad’s loud and booming laugh in response. Despite what it may seem I never hated my family, they were simply upholding the “natural order” of things. Once in the kitchen I made my way to my highchair. It was yet another point of contention that I had argued about for years, pretty much as soon as I was able to talk, I was protesting, but my family insisted. The most annoying thing was they were probably right. I did need it just like I needed help with so many other things. There is a fundamental and profound difference between women and men. No matter how much I despise or try to fight there could be no doubt about it. As we were all taught in our rudimentary biology lessons, girls simply developed slower and later than boys. Whilst boys would be out of diapers by four or five years-old girls most often needed them into their twenties. I believe the textbook said the average age of female potty training was twenty-five which meant I could expect another seven years in padding, a thought so horrible it made me want to cry. It wasn’t just potty training that separated the sexes though. Whilst the diapers might be the most obvious difference if you were to look between a boy and a girl of a similar age it was far from the only thing. Along with the delayed potty training came a big delay in developing fine motor skills. Basically, girls needed a lot of help with a lot of things. For instance, breakfast. Whilst I could eat an apple on my own there was no way I could handle a spoon without most of my cereal ending up down the front of my dress. That was just one example of a thousand. The practical result of these genetic differences was that girls were simply treated differently. We were essentially little more than babies until well into adulthood. The diapers seemed to inspire a certain amount of protectiveness from the men who would keep us in nurseries, dress us like overgrown toddlers and generally not trust us to do anything for ourselves. They weren’t nasty, for the most part, they were just doing what they thought was best to help. The “immaturity” of women had seeped into every aspect of life. Even older women, like my mom, who had been long potty trained were still treated as little more than children a lot of the time. It may have been obvious, but I HATED it. I hated being treated like I was different or less able. I was jealous of boys, like my brother, who could just get on with their lives. I loathed the fact that unless I was extremely lucky, I was going to end up like my mother. Married off and looking after the home whilst producing babies whilst my husband earned the money. I wanted more but I almost certainly wasn’t going to get it. What was really the most frustrating aspect of it all though was that I was capable of so much more. I was smart, at least for a girl, and I took pride in that. School was almost a waste of time for me, I had to try and learn what I could in my spare time. I would ask for books for my birthdays and Christmases. Dad clearly didn’t agree and thought it would lead to me “getting ideas” which was apparently a bad thing. For once mom got her way though, mostly because she was the one to head out to the store for presents, and at least twice a year I would unwrap a new book. But none of that mattered. I could apply to be taken out of the girl’s classes and put into an accelerated program, the only way for me to go to college and have a potential career, to escape my fate as a future homemaker but I wouldn’t be accepted. Whilst I may have had the intelligence to pass the requisite tests it was irrelevant because I still had the coordination of a toddler and in the world’s eyes that was all that mattered. Even amongst girls my age, I was behind the curve. “Nice dress, sis.” Ollie said with a smirk. I scowled at him. He knew about my frustrations and, like any good brother, poured salt into the wound when he could. What I wouldn’t have given to switch places with him… “Oh, Richard, dear.” Mom said to Dad as she made the cereal, “The Wilkinsons have invited us over for a little get together.” “Sounds marvellous.” Dad replied without looking away from his newspaper. I was pretty sure Dad had spent more of his life looking at the papers than he had me. I had hopped up into the highchair, nearly falling over in the process, and when Mom returned, she locked the tray in place and put my breakfast on it. I looked at the unappetising wet cereal without enthusiasm whilst Mom brought eggs and bacon for the men. My mouth watered just looking at the cooked breakfast. A piece of cloth fluttered down over my face to rest against my chest. My bib was to protect my clothes from any food that missed my mouth, mom never liked having to change my clothes before sending me off to school. Mom then sat down with her own cereal and two spoons. “Alright, baby, open up.” Mom said sweetly. “I’m not a-…” I started complaining but Mom simply shoved the spoon into my mouth. As I ate my lacklustre breakfast in silence Ollie started telling Dad about his latest sporting achievements. As if to emphasise the differences between us Ollie was very smart and athletic, popular too. It only made me feel worse about my own situation. We had the same abilities and yet he was going to get all the opportunities whilst I was going to get nothing. I hated mealtimes just because they took so long. In between my own mouthfuls I had to wait for Mom to eat and she liked to gossip to no one in particular leaving me waiting even longer. If it were up to me, I would eat as quickly as possible so I could get away from the highchair and go back up to my room. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mofj6wqga4681931 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2460869

The escape is underway. Events are confused as Anna and Ryan are bundled away from the studio... but where are they going to go? --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Anna, have you lost your damn mind!?” Thorn demanded. Now torn between looking at the road and the person holding a gun to her head. “I’m not leaving her to be taken to Finishing School!” Anna practically screamed, “Not this time!” “Anna, sweetie, please…” Ryan was slowly moving her way, arms outstretched and arms wide, “Lower the gun.” “You won’t shoot.” Thorn said dismissively, “Anna, I respect what you are doing, truly I do. I get it. Now put the gun down so we can carry on.” Anna was stuck. It felt like a tornado was running through her head and scattering all her thoughts. No, of course she couldn’t shoot Thorn. What was she doing? She was threatening the very person who was risking so many lives to get her away from Sallas. Did she really want to risk everything for Jane? The turning for the gated community was almost level with them now. If she was going to do anything it had to be right that second. With a deflating sigh she dropped the gun on to the front seat next to Thorn. “Good.” Thorn sighed a deep breath, “I get how you feel and… ANNA!” If Thorn wasn’t going to stop then Anna was going to force her. As soon as she dropped the gun, she had stood up and run to the other end of the van, she pulled on the handle and opened the back door, there was no traffic behind them, perfect. Anna closed her eyes and jumped. She briefly heard the combined screams of her two companions before she hit the ground and rolled half a dozen times, her dress ripping and tearing on the concrete floor. She immediately knew she was bleeding, from multiple places, but she wasn’t seriously hurt. The van had screeched to a halt ahead of her. Anna got to her feet and winced as she felt a trickle of blood run down her face. She turned to the entrance of the community, where a very bewildered guard was staring at her, and started to half-limp and half-jog inside. Anna started up the road towards the house that had been her home. The van had turned around and burst through the gate with a crash that made Anna look around. It pulled up alongside Anna and Thorn leaned over. To Anna’s surprise Thorn was actually smiling. “You’re one crazy bitch!” Thorn called out, “Get in the van!” “Not without Jane!” Anna called back. She’d just jumped out of a moving vehicle; there was no way she was just going to surrender now. “I’ll drive you to the house.” Thorn said, “We don’t have time for you to hobble there. That guard was on his radio when I crashed through his gate.” Anna opened the door and climbed in. Before she could even sit down, she had Ryan’s hands reaching through the window to the back of the van and hugging her tightly. He kept repeatedly asking if she was OK without waiting for him to answer. “It’s a shame, you’d really well in my organisation.” Thorn shook her head, “Seriously though, you have two minutes.” “Wait here.” Anna said as they pulled up at the house. Anna hopped back out of the van and stumbled towards the front door. Adrenaline was probably helping mask the pain as she opened the door and stepped inside. It was unusually quiet. She stepped into the house and looked into the living room. The television was on, showing a standby emergency screen, Jane had probably been watching the broadcast. “Jane?” Anna called out. Anna started tearing around the house looking for her friend. She wasn’t downstairs at all; she thumped her way upstairs and wished again that she’d had a chance to change. Anna pushed open each door she came across until she reached the nursery. As the door swung open she heard movement. Stepping inside, Anna was greeted with a sight that made her stop in her tacks. Jane was kneeling in the crib, a pacifier in her mouth and kept there with a gag. She was looking out at Anna with wide eyes… and she wasn’t alone. “Well, haven’t you been causing some trouble.” Mr. Sawyer said. He was holding a gun not unlike Thorn’s. “How did you…” Anna started. “As soon as your friends blew a hole in the wall of the studio, I had a good idea of what they were after.” Mr. Sawyer was smirking, “Once I got out of the building, I realised that there was only one place you were likely to go. Oh, I’m sure we have people searching everywhere, but I know you, Anna, I know how you work.” “You know nothing about be.” Anna replied. She clenched her fists. “Careful now, that temper has got you into trouble before…” Mr. Sawyer said in a sing-song voice, “You make a mistake now and it might be your last. You are a terrorist now, after all. I would be well within my rights to shoot you where you stand as an enemy of the people.” “Then why don’t you.” Anna gritted her teeth, throwing caution to the wind. She felt so close to her ultimate goal that she was willing to go through anything to get there. “For the same reason you aren’t a useless crawling overgrown infant.” Mr. Sawyer laughed, “You are still more used to me alive than dead. You are a ferocious little thing, but, at the end of the day, you’re domesticated. You think you want to go out into the world, but I know what is best for you.” Anna shook her head. Her knees were shaking a little, the adrenaline flowing through her veins was making hard to stand still. Every muscle felt ready to spring into action. She couldn’t believe that even right then, with everything happening that morning, that she was still hearing how a man knew what was best for her. “What are you going to do?” Anna asked as she eyed the gun that was pointed at her. “That depends on you.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me? I assure you that the alternative is not very pleasant.” Mr. Sawyer gave his gun a little wave as he spoke. Anna thought through everything that was happening. It seemed like the man in the nursery was alone, it also seemed like he didn’t know that she wasn’t. Ryan and Thorn were outside, how long would they wait before coming in and looking for her? She saw that Mr. Sawyer had a radio sitting on the windowsill next to him. It seemed likely that he would’ve called for backup as soon as he heard Anna coming into the house. With a cold feeling, Anna realised that she had led the head of The Rose Resistance right into an ambush in which there could be no escape. She swallowed. One thing Anna knew about men from Sallas was that they chronically underestimated women. Their belief that they were superior in every way meant that they didn’t think women were capable of subverting their expectations. Anna had to try it, she had to get herself and Anna out of the room as soon as possible. “Fine.” Anna said. She let shoulders slump down, “You win.” “I know I do.” Mr. Sawyer replied smugly, “Come on, we’re going downstairs to wait for your special taxi.” “Hold on.” Anna said, “Mr. Sawyer… I’ve been in this diaper a while and I really, really need a change. Would you mind if I…?” Mr. Sawyer’s look of disgust was almost strong enough to knock Anna backwards. He seemed to debate the idea in his head, but Anna knew he wouldn’t be keen to share a vehicle with her when she smelled the way she did. “Sure.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But I’m going to be watching. Any sudden movements and that’ll be the last diaper you ever wear.” Anna swallowed, making sure to exaggerate how obvious her fear was, and then nodded her head. She hopped up on to the changing table as Mr. Sawyer stood a foot away. Anna made a big show of trying to reach down to her diaper but the dress getting in the way. “Mr. Sawyer, Sir, would it be OK if Jane helped?” Anna asked. She softened her voice and even twitched her mouth into a quick smile, anything to disarm the man standing over her, “Or maybe you could…” “No.” Mr. Sawyer looked at Anna’s diaper area and sneered. Anna had to imagine it didn’t look pretty down there at all, “You can have Jane.” Anna felt her heart leap as Mr. Sawyer stood on the release for the side of the crib and let it rattle down. Jane, gagged by the pacifier, hesitantly shifted forwards and down on to her feet. She looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer. The armed man raised his hands and stepped back to allow Jane to pass. As soon as Anna saw her friend close up, she could see how Jane had been crying. “Just make it quick.” Mr. Sawyer said as he went across to the window and pulled back a curtain to look outside. Thankfully the nursery faced the rear of the house. With Mr. Sawyer looking out the window, presumably trying to see if the people he called were arriving, Anna tried to send a silent message to Jane. The very used padding was opened up and even Jane flinched away slightly at what she saw inside. Anna waved her hand to get Jane’s attention, then looked down towards her diaper, then quickly jerked her head at Mr. Sawyer. Jane frowned. “Come on…” Anna mouthed. After repeating the motion a couple of times, it seemed Jane had got the message. Her puffy pink eyes opened wider in surprise. “When he comes back over.” Anna mouthed as slowly and clearly as she dared. Jane nodded her head and set to work wiping Anna’s incredibly soiled diaper area. Anna was intensely aware of the time. At any second, she might hear more footsteps coming inside, giving the game away to Mr. Sawyer. Even worse was the possibility of the black government cars arriving. If that happened, they would all be trapped. “It’s really a shame that it’s come to this.” Mr. Sawyer said as he moved the curtain back into place, “You and Ryan, I mean. We gave you everything you could want, and it still wasn’t enough.” Anna had her head tilted to the side. She was waiting for the most opportune moment; they wouldn’t get a second shot at this. Her skin was mostly wiped clean, and she noticed that Jane had slowed down as well. “I got you this house, your husband got a job, you both got fame… What more could you possibly ask for?” Mr. Sawyer had turned and was slowly walking towards the table. Anna’s heartrate got faster with every step that Mr. Sawyer took. She tensed up her muscles as she felt Jane’s hands grab hold of the still open dirty diaper. The man moved across the rug, closer and closer until… Anna felt Jane pulling on the diaper. She lifted herself up and it was slid out from underneath her. In one fluid motion, Jane picked up the disgusting disposable and threw it, messy side first, at Mr. Sawyer. He saw it coming too late, his hands couldn’t rise up in time, the diaper hit him square in the face as he screamed at the horror. This was the moment. Without hesitation, Anna got to her feet on the changing table and launched herself at Mr. Sawyer. Like a missile, she slammed into his chest and speared him backwards. The gun went off, a bullet shooting up into the ceiling of the room before it was knocked clear of the government man as he impacted the ground. The dirty diaper was still pressed against his face as Anna straddled him. She started punching down into the padding, picturing Mr. Sawyer’s smirking face. She punched until he stopped resisting, she would’ve continued too, but Jane had pulled her off. The diaper finally slipped from his face revealing a very disgusting scene indeed. It was fortunate that Jane had been given enough time to clean up the large amounts of muck that had still been on Anna. Mr. Sawyer wasn’t moving, it was hard to see his face underneath the former contents of the diaper as his head rolled to the side. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mofj6wqga4681931 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2460869