Anya lifted up the thrashing baby and held her tightly, carrying her out into the main office, and finally into Anya's private office. She locked the door and then let the crying baby down. "Stop your screaming, you're safe!"

At this point, the model should just write “Property of Francine!” on one of Dahlia’s diapers! Neither woman complained about any such claim. But as Dahlia looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but to feel rather childish. It was as babyish a style you could get, especially when paired with such a big diaper. A shame she wasn’t double or triple diapered! The only thing that could make her look more childish would be if she couldn’t walk. 

“Get away from me!” Katherine shouted as she thrashed as hard as she possibly could. The squirming only made her mess get squished around, which only made Katherine’s mental state worse. Still wailing at an ungodly volume, it was getting too much for Anya to bear!

Francine sat her down, and got to work. She was extremely careful, working slowly through all of the knots, and then pulling her hair into tight pigtail french braids, tied at the ends with big pink bows. Francine then smiled brightly, and gave her a mirror. "What do we think, hm Dolly?" She asked and kissed her cheek, leaving another mark! She loved claiming the girl as hers. 

“O-okay!” Dahlia replied excitedly! She had never had her hair braided before! No one had ever dared to try! Curly to a fault, Dahlia’s hair was notoriously difficult to work with in any way, shape, or form. Most days, the girl didn’t even brush it! She usually wore hoodies so keeping up appearances never mattered much to her. But this is Francine we’re talking about! The game has changed!