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By violetbaby · Posted
I cheered for the professor too. And by my count, it is only 1 more. -
PUL pants are good for containing drips/leaks but they do smell a lot after getting wet, I use them nightly over my cloth diapers, and if the diaper becomes soaked, the PUL covers are in need of a very good wipe out in the morning with a soapy cloth which works for only a few cycles, and than into the washer. I like pads for the day as not only do they absorb the wet and keep your skin dry, but most do a great job of preventing odor! -
By superdiaperboy · Posted
When I'm in little space, my little age is 1- 2 1/2 years old. So when mommy tried potty training me, I could never make it to the training potty in the past. We tried today when I was in the little space of a 2 1/2 years old. It was a no-go. I had an accident like I always do and made a pee-pee in my nappy like a little baby. Luckily, mommy didn't go buy any pull-ups today, or it probably would have been a disaster. She did have a look online, though. Oh well, still going to be in nappies for a wee bit longer. -
By Sarah_Hillcrest · Posted
Chapter 19 Kendra drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she sat in a red light and replayed the conversation with her supervisor in her head, “They’re gone, you said there was no sign of abuse. You’re basically telling me that a kid got lost and his caregiver found him and took him home. Kendra you’ve got real issues to deal with.” The supervisor didn’t seem to care that the 12 year old was being treated like a toddler. It just didn’t sit right, but still her supervisor was right, it was 6PM, she’d already worked too long today. As the right turned green Kendra couldn’t seem to stop herself, she switched to the left lane to swing by Martha’s house again, it wasn’t that far out of the way. She parked along the street and watched the house, the lights were on. Martha’s car was gone, and it looked like no one was home. Kendra leaned back in her seat, the engine still idling. Maybe she’d just sit for a minute. It wasn’t surveillance if she didn’t take notes. Just… curiosity. She scanned the porch. The same mismatched chairs. A small wind chime tinkling above the doorway. Nothing unusual. No signs of a child. No toys.. But something tugged at her. She was about to drive off when movement caught her eye. From down the street a silver Subuaru easing into the driveway of Martha Delgado’s house. Two women got out. Kendra straightened up, squinting through the windshield. The first woman was unmistakable, Linda, the boys caretaker. The blond hair, the posture. She carried herself lightly. The second woman was older, Martha Delgado. Kendra’s stomach turned. So Martha had lied. That part was clear. The “Linda moved away” story had been a cover. But why? And what else was she hiding? They didn’t go into Martha’s house but walked down to the next house, where the lights were on. They didn’t knock, they walked in. She took a deep breath, then reached for her phone. She didn’t dial anyone. Instead, she opened the notes app and tapped out a single line: 6:12 PM –Martha and Linda seen returning home. Entered residence at 412 Cherry st. Linda has not moved away. Kendra stared at the screen a moment longer, then locked her phone and sat quietly, watching the front door like it might reveal a secret if she just waited long enough. 5 minutes passed, should she go to the door at 6:30? No. But she would be back, she said as she drove home. *** “So you really had a good time?” Linda asked as Daniel sat on the couch and Jim sat on the floor putting a Paw Patrol puzzle together. “Yeah, it was fine, it’s weird because like most of the time he’s a kid, but sometimes he says something witty or something a much older kid would say. He really seems to enjoy just being a kid though. But you guys really met with a mobster? Is this safe?” “It’s really the only choice we have,” Martha said. “The truth is that we have to move, we’ve been hiding in our own community, Jim and I have lived here over ten years, we both have connections here. Really we’ve been lucky so far, but something like that social worker is bound to happen. The only way we can be safe is to have new identities and start a new life somewhere.” Linda said. Daniel nodded, “I guess if what I think is happening actually happens I’ll need a new ID as well.” Linda smiled, “That’s not going to take underworld contacts, just a trip to the DMV.” Martha chuckled, “Not in this state, Florida won’t allow gender changes. It’s not exactly a hotbed of progressive politics.” Daniel frowned and pulled out his phone to research, “In Wisconsin all I have to do is go to the DMV and change it,” he said after a moment. “Well,” Linda said, sipping from her mug, “if we’re picking a new place to disappear to, maybe Wisconsin isn’t such a bad idea.” Daniel looked up from his phone. “Wait, are you serious? We’re from Wisconsin?” “We’re serious about needing to leave,” Martha said, gently but firmly. “Where we go depends on a lot. Schools, medical access, cost of living, weather… But honestly? The idea of settling somewhere you can build a new life without legal hurdles sounds better every minute. Staying here is impossible, Linda’s scared to go grocery shopping and if she needs to prove who she or Jim is, the shit’s going to hit the fan.” “Yeah,” Daniel murmured, then added softly, “Making a new life feels like it could actually work.” Jim looked up from his puzzle and smiled. “Are we going to get a big moving truck? I like those.” Linda ruffled his hair. “We’ll see, sweetheart. It might be a secret move, like spies.” “Spy truck,” Jim nodded, satisfied. Daniel chuckled, but there was a flicker of tension in his eyes. “Do you think I can really… live like this? I mean, as Briella?” “Well if you’re as popular online as you say you are, I’m sure you can do it in real life,” Martha said. Daniel blushed and looked away. “It’s just streaming.” “I don’t really get this stuff, but it seems like it's how you’re connecting to the world,” Linda said. “And more importantly, how you’re connecting to yourself. Don’t underestimate that.” They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything they’d been through, and everything coming, settling on the room. “Well Danny, how would you feel about hanging around for awhile? We are going to need your baby sitting services again.” Martha said. “I can stay here for a while, help with packing, look after Jim if you need to make that second trip to pick up the documents. I want to help.” “Great, because in a week we’ll be gone overnight, and that means you’ll be Jim’s full time caregiver for a couple days. Ready to become “Aunty Daniel?” Daniel smirked, then rubbed his temples. “Ugh, don’t say it like that.” “You’ll be great,” Linda added with a smile. “You already know his routine, and he really seems to like you.” “Yeah, but it’s a lot,” he said, glancing over at Jim who was now trying to put a Paw Patrol puzzle piece into his mouth. “I mean, he’s not exactly low-maintenance.” “We know,” Martha said, standing to clear her mug. “But you’ve been doing amazing. You seem to be accepting what’s happening to you. I think the universe sent you here for a reason.” Daniel gave a sarcastic snort. “Yeah, to turn me into a streamer princess and a glorified babysitter.” Jim looked up. “Are you going to dress like a princess, Aunty Daniel?” Daniel’s face went bright red. “He did not just say that.” Linda and Martha both burst into laughter. “Well,” Linda said, trying to suppress a giggle, “if the shoe fits…” Daniel sighed theatrically, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re all insane. But fine. I’ll stay. I’ll babysit. And I’ll even consider letting him call me Aunt Daniel if he keeps the puzzle pieces out of his mouth.” Jim grinned. “Auntie Daniel makes the best snacks!” Martha clapped her hands. “Then it’s settled.” The mood lifted a bit, for the first time in a while. Outside, the sky darkened, but inside the little house, the strange new family was starting to come together, tentatively, awkwardly, but maybe just enough to get through what was coming.
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