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Every single person here did stupid shit when they were young. What someone does when they are 10 gets erased when they turn 18. We live and learn we grow from our youthful indiscretions. It would be unacceptable behavior for an adult to do that. I personally don't judge people based on what they did when they were ten.

So Yesterday I had my first bad experience with a cashier while buying diapers. I went to the local cvs pharmacy to pick up some depends maximum protection because I had just run out of bambinos and wanted something to use until I would be getting more. I have done this a million times, you just walk up to the register, buy it and walk out with your diapers. It's not rocket science, no one ever truly says or does anything, right? That's what I thought too, until yesterday. I walked up to the register and set the depends on the counter. The cashier flipped it over to scan it and asked, "oh you haven't grown out of it yet?" I was confused at first. Immediately I assumed the sizing of the diaper but that made no sense so I asked, "excuse me?" he then proceeded to ask again, with a grin and condescending tone, "you haven't grown out of peeing the bed yet?" At this point everything clicked and s#@! just hit def-con 5. I was outraged and demanded to see his manager immediately. I kept my composure but was obviously upset and offended. He did so immediately and started squirming in his shoes. He knew he just did something real stupid. While ringing me up he tried an attempt at a feeble empty apology but I interjected, telling him that I truly did not want to hear it and just wanted to speak to the manager. The manager arrived only moments afterwords and I explained to him what had happened. I went on to explain that incontinence is a serious issue that anyone, even a young man like myself, can deal with. I explained that I was just embarrassed, belittled and offended by his out of line employee and that I am truly very hurt. Whatever product I buy is my own business and I should not have to feel embarrassed by absolutely anything that I buy in this pharmacy. The manager was very understanding and said that he would have a serious talk with the employee. even though I wasn't truly satisfied with this I just wanted to get out at that point so I left. But that's not the end of it. I called the corporate headquarters this morning and explained the entire situation in great excruciating detail. The woman who spoke with me seemed truly hurt anyone would do that to someone for any reason and was more than eager to rectify this. She sent a report directly to the regional manager's blackberry and within the hour I had a call from the head store manager. She was beyond apologetic and offered to give me a $50 gift card to cvs (more diapers does help with the way I feel about this, lol). I accepted the apologies and while I was on the way over to the pharmacy to pick up the gift card, the regional and district managers called me to personaly apologize and to truly touch base with me. Overall, I'm very satisfied with the situation. they had a fast and immediate response. The store manager told me that she gave the employee who did it a written report that will give him only one chance to keep his job. The employee who made the comments had offered to call me and talk to me directly but I declined so he left me a message that he was truly sorry and honestly never meant to hurt me. It was just a stupid attempt to make a joke and he didn't realize the true implications of his words. I'm still upset at him and first impressions are hard to change but I do forgive him for what he said. I don't want him to get fired but I am glad that everything happened the way it did. I did feel bad about alluding to the fact that I was incontinent but I needed to get the point across and I felt that was the best angle to take. I never did lie but I did make it seem as if I was incontinent and being discreet about it. I was as respectable as anyone could be in that situation. I hope I represented diaper wearers well. I kept on thinking what I would have done if that was the first time I was buying diapers. I think it would have caused me serious anxiety problems. I stood up for all diaper wearers alike.

Chapter 7 Alicia's stomach began to growl as she stared at the clock on her computer, starting to wonder what she was supposed to do about lunch. She didn't want to have to go beg Dr. Jadin for money, and since she no longer had her own purse, she didn't have any of her own. She was just resigning herself to feeling hungry for the rest of the day when Diane stopped by her desk, Frank in tow. Alicia's heart froze as she saw him, wishing she could vanish somehow. She could feel his gaze on her childish outfit, making her squirm in her seat uncomfortably. "Now, you know little Ali, don't you?" Diane asked him with a smile. "She's been working here for a little while... We just got to talking the other day, and I couldn't resist taking the poor thing under my wing. You don't mind her coming to lunch with us, do you?" "Umm... No," he shook his head, looking a bit confused. "Oh, that's all right," Alicia said. "I'm not really hungry..." She really had lost her appetite, but Diane wouldn't hear it. "Nonsense! A growing girl like you needs to eat! Now, up, up!" Alicia stood up reluctantly, tugging the hem of her dress down over her tightly cotton-swaddled legs, following the two to the elevator, where, just like the night before, Diane practically attacked Frank with a kiss, though this time Alicia knew that he knew who she was. He gave her a tiny, apologetic shrug when they were done, as if to say, 'What could I do?' Alicia just glared at Diane, fuming, realizing now that what had happened the night before really had been preferable. Now Frank knew that he was close, knew that, if he weren't with Diane, he could be with Alicia... And yet, after seeing her dressed this way, Alicia couldn't help but wonder if he'd actually want to be with her. It was so much easier just being a part of the background. Things only got worse once they got to the restaurant. At the counter, Diane had ordered for her - a child's meal at that, chuckling with Frank that "Little Ali" didn't eat much - then guided her over to a corner booth, Diane and Frank sliding into the bench, leaving Alicia to sit at the lone chair, watching awkwardly as Diane made out with Frank as they waited for their number to be called. "Be a dear and get that for us, will you?" Diane said when it was, and Alicia was all too glad to be able to leave, if only for a minute. But if she thought she was getting a reprieve, she was wrong. As she slowly forced herself to eat the grilled cheese sandwich that had been ordered for her, she got to see Diane whispering in Frank's ear, the two of them giggling lightly. To his credit, Frank did look apprehensive for a moment, at least until Diane said, a little louder than before, "Oh, she doesn't mind. I'm sure she knows what it's like to go through the whole day at the office, missing a big, hunky man like you...", and reached under the table. Alicia squirmed, rubbing her legs together. She knew exactly what it was like, and while her outfit had prevented her from doing anything about it, or even thinking of doing anything, seeing what she was missing now was really reminding her. Especially as the other two finished eating and Diane began to kiss Frank again, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her breast. She watched jealously as he fondled it through her shirt, feeling a warmth building up in her nether regions. Diane looked over at her for the briefest moment, winking, right before she took Frank's other hand, pushing it downward, down under the table. Alicia whimpered softly, feeling the warmth in her growing... Until, a moment later, she realized it wasn't entirely what she thought. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and, blushing she hurriedly excused herself, scurrying off to the bathroom. She made it to the toilet, but, sure enough, as she sat there, staring down at the tights and panties around her knees, she could see a wet spot there, one that let her know she hadn't been completely on time. She shivered in disgust, her jealousy of Diane forgotten for a moment, as she most certainly wouldn't want Frank, or anyone's, hands near her underthings right then. Why was this happening? She really wasn't sure. She'd never had a problem with this before. Was it just the stress of the situation getting to her? She supposed that made sense, but it didn't make it any less humiliating. She stared down at her wet panties forlornly, then, with a sigh, pulled them back up, wrinkling her nose at the dampness next to her skin. She stood, nervously feeling the back of her skirt, making sure it wasn't wet, before reluctantly heading back out. Luckily, lunch hour was nearly over, so she only had to bear Diane and Frank's affection for another couple minutes before she was taken back to the car, then led back to her desk. "Run along now," Diane told Frank when they got there. "I need to talk to Ali for a minute. I'll see you tonight." She kissed him again, then sent him packing before turning back to Alicia. "You did it again, didn't you?" she asked. Alicia's face turned pale. "Don't try to deny it, I saw you squirming. I know what a wet little girl looks like." She shook her head in disgust. "You really do belong in that daycare, don't you? My three year old niece has fewer accidents than you." Alicia shook her head, a tear quivering at the corner of her eye. Diane shook her head, knocked on Dr. Jadin's door, then went in. Alicia stared at the closed door in shock, hardly able to believe that, not only had she peed herself again, but that it had been so obvious, and that now she was being told on. She was on the verge of crying again when Diane came out and ushered her into the office. Dr. Jadin was staring down at her - she'd never looked so old, so matronly, and Alicia had never felt so young. "Do you have something to tell me?" she asked. Alicia glanced up at Diane, wondering if she really hadn't told her. That seemed almost impossible, but maybe she had caught a break. "I..." She faltered, knowing she should tell the truth, that chances were Diane would make her regret it if she did... But maybe the woman would prefer to hold this over her head, to keep it as future leverage. "I haven't gotten my survey about the drinks yet..." Dr. Jadin shook her head, and Alicia, blushing, held up her skirt. "I had another accident," she said. "I wish you'd told me you had such a problem with this," Dr. Jadin sighed. "It really wouldn't have been a problem, dear. And I wish you wouldn't have lied to me first." "I'm sorry," Alicia squeaked. "It's just so... embarrassing..." Dr. Jadin nodded. "I understand, sweetie. But you need to be honest with me. Now, I have a spare pair of underwear for you. In the future, though, I expect you to come get it on your own, instead of making Ms. Diane here do it for you. Now, I want you to thank her for doing it, and apologize for making her." Alicia gritted her teeth as she stared up at the smug woman. "I'm sorry," she managed to say, "and thank you." "Oh, it's no problem," Diane waved it off. "Now would you like me to help you get changed?" Alicia started to say no, but after looking up at Dr. Jadin, thought better of it and reluctantly nodded. Diane took the new panties - light green, with a castle - from Dr. Jadin with one hand, and held Alicia's hand with the other, leading her to the nearest bathroom. "Can you do it yourself?" she asked once they were in there, "or do I need to do that, too?" "Bite me," Alicia pouted, snatching the panties away and retreating to a stall, where she stripped out of her tights and panties, putting on the new pair. She came out of the stall carrying her wet things, which Diane quickly snatched away, throwing them into the garbage. "Hey!" "What? You're not putting those nasty things in my car, unless you brought a nice diaper bag to put them in. Did you? Because I sure didn't. Now go get to work. We're leaving at five o'clock sharp to get you some groceries." Alicia was a little surprised at that, making her wonder if Diane sort of cared after all, at least enough to keep her from starving. As it turned out, though, the "we" who did the shopping was mostly Diane, steering the cart and putting in whatever she felt like, while Alicia trailed after her, protesting how little she liked the foods that were being chosen, only to be ignored, for the most part, and then loudly shushed when Diane'd had too much of her. Then Alicia followed her, pouting, not caring that she must look like a kid who had been told she wasn't going to get her favorite cereal, so stop asking about it. Alicia recognized the credit card Diane used to pay for it all as her own, but, of course, it went right back into Diane's purse when she was done with it. After they'd unloaded everything into Alicia's kitchen, she was left in charge of unpacking it while Diane picked out her clothes for the next day. Before she left, she stopped back by the kitchen again. "So, did you pee yourself again?" she asked snidely. "No, I didn't," Alicia glared at her. "You know what? I don't believe you. Let's see." Alicia rolled her eyes, but, knowing that arguing wouldn't do her any good, lifted her skirt. "You seem awfully obsessed with my underwear," she pointed out. "Don't you think that's strange?" Diane smiled down at her. "Strange? There's nothing odd about it. Maybe I just have a crush on you." With that, she bent over, giving Alicia a kiss right on the lips. Alicia had never thought of herself as a lesbian, or even a bisexual, but after the frustrations of the last couple days, she found herself giving into the kiss almost too easily, letting it sweep over her. And, even worse, she found herself getting turned on by it, unable to keep a moan from escaping her lips. At that, Diane let her go, sending her stumbling back, knees weak, having to sit down in a chair for a moment. "Please! You little slut. I just know that I can't trust you to keep your panties clean. And I know you like flashing them, don't you?" She shook her head, laughing. "I'll see you tomorrow, little girl." Alicia shook her head, trying to clear her cloudy thoughts. She'd never been attracted to a woman before, and she knew she wasn't really attracted to Diane... But that kiss had been awfully nice, and, probably more importantly, had reminded her of what she'd seen Diane and Frank doing that day, which led her to think about what she and Frank used to do. Feeling frustrated, and lonely, she retreated to her room, to the bottom drawer of her dresser, where she kept her vibrator, itching to feel it between her legs. But, just like her make-up, just like her adult clothes, it was gone, replaced with a note that reprimanded her as a, "Naughty little girl! These are for grown-ups!" She stomped her foot in frustration, plopping down on her bed with a pout, crossing her arms. After a few moments, she started to lift her skirt, to slip her fingers inside her panties, but the sight of the blue and purple castle there, and the word Wednesday, quickly killed her mood. It was hard to look at that and think of herself of anything but what the note had declared her.

Chapter 6 Alicia had been so worn out by the events of the day before, she'd gone straight to bed after scrounging through her fridge for some leftover Chinese from the weekend, groaning as she moved her clothes for the next day to the floor. There was another pair of tights to go with it, to her dismay, and, of course, her Wednesday polka-dotted panties, these ones with a turtle sporting a bow on its head, but the main piece was another sundress. This one was mostly white, though it was dotted in blue, the hem lined with blue lace, with a bibbed front also lined in blue lace, and blue buttons in that same area. Instead of the V neck of her yellow sundress, the neckline of this one was straight, and high, and the shoulder straps were much thicker. Alicia was sure Dr. Jadin would love it, but it just made her feel more depressed as she curled up and went to sleep. She woke up with a start, thrashing wildly as she heard a loud noise beeping at her. It took a few moments for her to recognize it as her alarm, which she promptly turned off, feeling like an idiot. She stalked to the bathroom, the initial blast of cold water only serving to remind her of her new reality. While she still had her car, Diane had her keys - now she really wished she'd listened to her father's advice and made a spare set of keys, but that had always seemed like such a paranoid thing to do - and her driver's license, so she couldn't so much as get inside of it. Diane had her apartment key, as well, meaning that, unless she wanted to leave her door unlocked, she was stuck in her home. Even if she thought there was anything in her closet she'd dare to let her friends see her in, she couldn't even call them for a ride, since Diane had taken her cell phone, too. She was completely at Diane's mercy. She felt like a child, no privileges, not able to do anything without her "parent" taking her. It gave her a little comfort to think that someone in public could mistake Diane for her mother, since she was sure she looked old enough, but that only made her feel worse as she realized the inverse of that would be that she looked that young. And as she stepped out of her shower, looking at herself in the mirror, she had a feeling she might. She was sure the freckles dotting her face were standing out even more now, and, despite what she'd told Dr. Jadin, she frantically opened her medicine cabinet, reaching for her make-up. But it was gone. She began to push everything else aside, searching frantically, and ever more uselessly, as, technically, she knew there was no way all of it could be hiding behind her one bottle of aspirin and one tube of toothpaste, but she couldn't stop herself. "That bitch," she growled to herself, pounding her fist angrily down on the sink. "I'm gonna kill her!" Frustrated, she stomped her bare foot, barely suppressing a scream of rage, not wanting to draw attention to herself from the other people in the building, at least some of whom apparently now thought she was Diane's daughter. She felt relieved when she opened up the drawer beneath her sink and found her flat iron still there, taking some comfort from still having that, at least. She found that she also still had her bras, apparently the last vestige of her adult clothing, as the other side of the drawer was occupied solely by her first set of day of the week panties. Still upset, she got out a bra, not even bothering to look at it - it wasn't like it mattered, nobody but her was going to be seeing it that day anyway, not dressed the way she was - and put it on. She wriggled slightly, annoyed as she had to adjust it, tightening it slightly, to make it fit right, then, with a sigh, moved on to the rest of her outfit. She glanced in her closet, just for a moment, not having the heart to look at the clothes there too carefully, just seeing if, by some strang chance, any of her own shoes had survived Diane's purge. They hadn't, leaving her, once again, stuck with the flat saddle shoes as her only option. The whole thing made her feel like crying again, but she didn't dare let herself get started again, so she made her way to the kitchen, hoping that bread she'd gotten the week before was still good so she could make herself some toast. She gave a small squeak as she went into the room, once more finding Diane there already, waiting for her. "You have to stop doing that!" she panted, shaking slightly. Diane chuckled as she stood up from her chair at the table, seeming to tower over Alicia. Alicia was sure it was just her imagination, her mind commenting on how thoroughly the woman had taken over her life, but she really felt like the woman was even taller than normal, or than she had been the day before when Alicia had encountered her in these shoes. "Why?" she asked, smiling. "Did you wet yourself again already?" Alicia rolled her eyes. "No, but this is my home, and..." "I don't believe you," Diane cut her off. "Come on, prove it." Alicia shook her head. "Diane, I am not..." Diane's voice changed, became more stern, suddenly changing from a co-worker enjoying the girl's humiliation to a mother who would tolerate no arguments. "Now." Alicia gritted her teeth and lifted her skirt while Diane examined her, not satisfied until she had cupped a hand over Alicia's crotch as the younger woman gasped at the intrusion. "Surprising," was all Diane said. Alicia's hands were shaking as she lowered her skirt, her jaw aching to be allowed to tell Diane that it was not surprising, that she was an eighteen year old woman, and, before she'd had the daylights scared out of her the day before, she hadn't wet herself in more than a decade. Instead, she forced herself to stay quiet as she set about making herself some toast. "You can eat that on the drive in," Diane informed her once she'd spread a thin layer of peanut butter over the bread. "Now get your purse and let's go." "You took my purse, remember?" Alicia pouted. "And I got you a new one. Remember? What, did you think I was just joking? I expect you to use everything I got for you, little girl." Alicia groaned, remembering the child's purse from the night before. She had just thought it was a joke. "I don't have anything to put in it," she pointed out. "Well, take something to drink," Diane suggested. Surprisingly, Alicia thought, that wasn't too bad of an idea. She stalked back to her room and grabbed the purse up, loading it with a couple bottles of her drink before snatching her toast back up and following Diane out the door, down to the street, where Diane was parked. Alicia was a bit shocked when she saw Diane open the car door, impressed that the beautiful Lexus was hers. She knew she could never have afforded a car like that on her salary, though she supposed Diane had been there a little longer than her. "Don't get peanut butter all over my car," Diane instructed her. "And don't you dare have an accident in here." Alicia kind of wanted to do at least the former, just to piss the woman off, but didn't think goading her into making her life even more miserable was a good idea. She ate her breakfast carefully on the drive to work, washing it down with a few swallows of her drink. It was a different flavor than the kinds she'd had before, she realized. It wasn't really worse than the first flavor - in fact, it was only very slightly different - it had just been a shock to discover at first. As if wearing those clothes weren't enough, Alicia felt quite silly walking into work at Diane's side, as if this were Take Your Daughter to Work Day or something. If the security guards even noticed her that day, they gave no indication of it. Alicia adjusted her silly purse on her shoulder as she stepped into the elevator, and Diane hit a button, mentally preparing herself for the walk through the office, but when the doors opened again, it wasn't on the office. It was on a floor Alicia hadn't been to before. The walls were painted a pleasant light green, and as Diane led her out into the hall, Alicia could see glass doors, looking in on a group of young children playing. "What the...?" Alicia began, the realization of what this place was dawning on her. The company daycare. She'd never been up here, since she didn't have any kids, but there was no mistaking it. "This is where Dr. Jadin told me to take you," Diane told her calmly. "She said this is where you belong now." She laughed at the look of panic on Alicia's face. "No, I'm just kidding... But this is where I've always thought you belonged. When you first started working here, I was sure you couldn't be anything but a babysitter... And now, well... Clearly, I was wrong. You're just a child yourself, aren't you? What do you say? Do you want to go play with the other kids?" Alicia glared at her, then turned around, stomping back towards the elevator. Diane caught her before she made it in, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly on the ride back down to the correct floor. Alicia tried to pull free, but Diane wouldn't let her, tugging her along beside her as she made her way lazily through the maze of desks, greeting everyone, as they went to Dr. Jadin's office. "Now, wait here," Diane instructed her. "I need to talk to her first." Alicia began to protest, but before she could get a word out, Diane had slipped into the office. Immediately, Alicia began to feel uncomfortable, strangely bashful, sure that the two women were talking about her. Nervously, she hurried behind her desk, putting her purse into one of the drawers after taking out one of the bottles, which she began to sip from, watching the door anxiously. Finally, Diane left, gesturing for Alicia to go in. "You have to talk to her," she said as soon as she got inside. "You can't let her treat me this way! I am..." "Calm down," Dr. Jadin told her soothingly. "Calm down, sweetie. I know you're just upset about having an accident, but there's no need to take it out on Diane. She's only looking out for you." "No, but..." Alicia frantically tried to explain the whole situation, but Dr. Jadin was having none of it. "Alicia, hush. I know it's embarrassing, but sometimes that sort of thing happens. It isn't Diane's fault." "Yes it is!" Alicia protested. It very much was! If she hadn't broken into Alicia's apartment... "Alicia! Diane did not pee in your pants, now did she? I know it's hard, but you need to take responsibility for yourself! If you can't even own up to something small like that, how can you be expected to take responsibility for something that's actually serious, here at work?" Alicia sputtered for a moment, trying to think of how to explain that they were two different things, but could only come up with a weary, "Yes, ma'am." "Now," Dr. Jadin said, "have you been keeping up with your assignment?" It took Alicia a moment to realize she was talking about the drinks, after which she nodded. "Are you drinking enough?" Alicia nodded again. "Good. Research department should be sending you a survey sometime today, so keep a lookout for that, will you?" "Yes ma'am," Alicia nodded, starting to head out. "Oh, and Alicia? You look adorable today, dear. Just perfect. Did you thank Ms. Diane for helping you pick it out?" Even though it made her want to cry, she forced herself to smile instead. "Thank you, ma'am," she managed to get out. "And no, I haven't yet... But I will." Just as soon as she could figure out how.

To the OP (not quoted as the multiquote isn't working well): You may call BS on my Daddy if you wish. It doesn't bother me. As far as "not giving a shit about other people's feelings", I am generally empathetic and sympathetic to others. Notice that, while my personal opinion is that your story is just a story, I have not called you any insulting names (ie "trashing" you)...Nor did I mean to insult you as a person. My opinion did not go over with you well, and maybe it was taken personally. For that, I apologize, but my opinion of your story stays the same. I came into your topic for the title, as I wanted to see what was interesting about your "Interesting Night", put my opinion out there, and asked for clarification about one of the details of your story. Bold part #1: I wasn't bashing. I called BS, yes, but bashing is different than calling BS. (Mods, please correct me if I'm wrong). Bashing in my eyes would be calling a poster an idiot or some such name, which I did not do. Furthermore, I call BS where I believe that I see it...Whether the post is made by a new member or someone that has had more posts and/or has been here longer than me doesn't matter. Bold part #2: Sure. I'm more than happy to drop this, but I DID want to clarify things before I exited the thread. Exactly. I just call BS when I believe there to be BS around (as noted above), and try not to be rude about it. ~ moogle

There is high level of conflict on this site between members. Members who also have a high post count (and have been here the longest) feelt that have an apparent superiority over other members, so that they feel they have an inherent right to bash other people who they think is BS. On the flipside, new members feel they have an inherent right to call out the stupidity of the older members and cry BS on them. This is an argument that ca't have a good end, as neither of you believe what the other is saying. Lemme just pass out some diapers and wipes and everyone will be happy again.

Chapter 5 Alicia was more than happy to finally head home for the day, before Dr. Jadin found some new twist to throw at her to finally push her too far. Though she was sure she'd hear about it the next day, she slipped out as soon as the clock hit five, without popping her head in to say goodbye, although, after a moment of deliberation, she had left a quick note saying she was feeling a little sick. The night before, she hadn't even bothered to change out of her dress, had just eaten her supper in it and then changed into her night things to watch TV. Tonight, however, she couldn't wait to get home so she could put on something sexy and slinky, even if it was only for herself, and only for a couple hours, just to remind herself that she could be those things. She reminded herself that the week was almost half done, and then it would be the weekend, and she could dress any way she wanted, which was certain to be the complete opposite of whatever juvenile frippery Dr. Jadin chose for her the next few days. She let out a sigh of relief as she stepped into her apartment, her sanctuary from the insanity she'd gotten herself involved in, kicking her shoes off and scurrying back to her room, wishing she was coordinated enough to slip out of her tights as she walked. "Finally," she breathed, turning the corner into her bedroom... Only to let out a shocked gasp, heart stopping for a moment as she saw a figure standing there. She felt a squirt of pee make its way into her panties from fear, soaking into and through the material, dampening the crotch of her tights ever so slightly. As soon as she recognized the person, she felt not only silly for having done so, but downright horrified. "What... the hell... are you doing?!" she demanded. "For that matter, how the hell do you know where I live?!" "Hello," Diane smiled down at her patronizingly. "It's nice to see you, too." "Why are you in my apartment?!" Alicia demanded, starting to get over her initial fear, turning it into anger. "Because Dr. Jadin told me to come here," she said, delighting as she saw Alicia's face go white. "She's a very busy woman, and she didn't have time to get your new wardrobe by herself, so she asked me to do it. And since I know you don't know anything about these sorts of clothes, I offered to help you pick out a nice, new outfit for tomorrow. It's laying there on your bed..." "I think I'll be fine," Alicia told her icily. "Now get out." "That's no way to talk to me," Diane shook her head, pretending to be hurt. "After I went to all that work picking out nice new clothes for you... See, aren't they nice?" With that, she threw open Alicia's closet door, revealing a sea of pastels. Alicia's eyes went wide. "Where are my old clothes?!" "Oh, I know you'd be too tempted by them," Diane said with a smile. "So I took care of them... You know, just for the time being." Alicia nearly stopped breathing for a moment. "How dare... You... You... That's theft! I'm calling the police on you, you..." "I'm sure that will go well," Diane shrugged calmly. "A little girl like you, calling the cops on her babysitter." "I am not a little girl!" Alicia growled. Diane cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Prove it." "I don't have to prove it!" Alicia sputtered. "You know!" "I do," Diane agreed, "but will the police? Will you show them your ID?" Alicia rolled her eyes. "Yes, I will, it's right..." She dug through her purse, a sinking feeling entering her stomach as she realized her driver's license wasn't there. Instead, there was one of Dr. Jadin's business cards. "Wait, but..." "You asked me earlier how I knew where you lived. Funny thing... It's printed right on your driver's license, so Dr. Jadin let me borrow it for a minute, along with your keys. But she wasn't paying very close attention when I put it back." "You give it back right now!" Alicia demanded. "I need that!" "If you were an adult, I'd agree," Diane said. "But you're not. You're just a kid who was too big for her britches. I don't know what weird thing you and Dr. Jadin are doing, but I have to say, I like it." "Screw you," Alicia snarled. "So," Diane continued over her, "I'm keeping your driver's license." "How the hell am I supposed to get to work?" Alicia asked. "I'm glad you asked that," Diane grinned. "I'm going to take you. Isn't that nice of me? It's a little out of my way, but for you, I'll do it. I'll pick you up every morning, drop you off every evening. Which means you won't need this anymore either." Before Alicia could stop her, she'd snatched away Alicia's purse. "This is more your speed now," she said, handing Alicia a small pink, plastic purse with a picture of a ladybug on it. "That's it," Alicia shook her head. "I'm calling the cops!" "Oh, please do," Diane nodded. "I'd like to see you do it. After all, I know you don't have a landline here. And I'm willing to bet your cell phone's in here." She patted the purse she'd just taken, watching Alicia's face fall as she did so. "Maybe you should go visit one of your neighbors. I'm sure you know them all, right? I'm sure they know you well enough to recognize you as a big girl, even dressed like that." "They do," Alicia bluffed. Truth be told, she rarely ever saw anyone else in the building, and certainly wasn't close with any of them. But there was no way for Diane to know that... Was there? "That's funny," Diane said. "Since when I was taking your clothes out, the nice lady next door asked me if I was moving out already. We had a very nice conversation... Talked a lot about my little girl." Alicia stared up at her, face ashen, the realization of just what she had gotten herself into dawning over her. She wanted very much to tackle the woman, wrestle her purse, her life, away from her, but she doubted she had the strength for it, and that would only make things worse. "Now... Speaking of your clothes... I saw your darling little panties when I was laying them out for you, but I just have to know... What's on today's?" Defeated, head hanging low, Alicia half-heartedly mumbled, "A horse." "Why don't you let me see them?" Alicia stared up at the woman, begging her wordlessly not to make her do it, but she could tell Diane wasn't backing down. With a sigh, she lifted her skirt. Diane giggled as she stared down at her. "Oh my, did you..." Alicia's face turned beet red, telling Diane all she needed to know. She'd almost forgotten about her little fear-induced accident. "You did! Wow, you really did need this, didn't you? What a disgusting little girl you are. I'm going to have to tell Dr. Jadin about this, you know." Alicia bottom lip quivered. "Please don't," she begged, not wanting anyone to know about her humiliating accident, much less the person who already wanted - and was getting - her to dress like a twelve year old. She was sure there was no way this could get any worse. And then the doorbell rang. "Oh, there we go!" Diane chirped cheerfully, taking Alicia's hand and pulling her to the door. Diane yanked the door open, revealing Frank on the other side. "Hey, you," she said seductively, leaning in to a kiss, big, possessive, and clearly meant to send a message to the girl standing behind her, shocked. "I knew all boys love it when their girlfriends call them over while they're babysitting." "I love it when you call me anytime," Frank said, giving her a kiss of his own. Alicia could only stand there, frozen in shock, watching as his hand moved down her back, then down her leg. She could remember the feeling of his fingertips running down her bare legs, but now, all she felt there was the thick, tight, and slightly damp embrace of her tights. She always felt just a little jealous when she saw him kissing Diane, but this was a whole other thing. She squirmed in her wet panties, watching as the heinous bitch who was ruining her life got the attention she deserved, she needed to make her feel better after her day. "Well, the kid's mom came home early, so we can head out." Frank nodded, said a dismissive, "See ya, kid," without the slightest hint of recognition in his voice and headed back down the hall. Alicia watched him go, wide-eyed, not sure if it was worse realizing that he hadn't even recognized her, that he'd just thought she was some child, unworthy of a second glance, rather than him just putting on a show for Diane. "Like I said," Diane said, "your outfit for tomorrow is on the bed. If you're not wearing it when I come to pick you up, there'll be trouble." Alicia nodded numbly, watching as Diane closed her door, then burst into helpless tears at the mess her life had so quickly become.

Chapter 4 Alicia knocked lightly on Dr. Jadin's door for a moment before peeking her head inside. "Come on in, dear," Dr. Jadin told her with a smile. "Are you heading out to lunch?" Alicia walked in, clutching her purse and nodding. "You planning on working through it?" She shook her head when her boss gave her the affirmative, though it was more for herself. If Dr. Jadin was leaving, she would take the chance of changing back into her other dress and having a quickie with Frank... But with the risk of Dr. Jadin popping out of her office at any moment and seeing her out of the outfit she'd chosen for her, she didn't dare. She had to admit that this was really starting to seem like more trouble than it was worth. "Do you want me to get you something?" she asked. "Oh, that's sweet of you," Dr. Jadin cooed. "No, I'll order something." "All right," Alicia nodded. "I might be a couple minutes late... I'm going to go shopping for some new clothes..." Dr. Jadin brightened up, standing. "That's great! I'm sure you feel much more comfortable like that, don't you?" "Y-Yeah..." Alicia tried her best to sound sincere, but couldn't keep herself from squirming. "I knew you would," Dr. Jadin nodded, getting her own purse. "Now, let me get you some money..." "No, you don't have to do that!" Alicia said, surprised. Sure, the woman had bought her clothes - even more than it had seemed the day before - and technically she was doing this for the money, but still, taking it directly from her felt a little too much like stealing. "Don't be like that," Dr. Jadin said sternly. "I know you don't make a lot at your job, sweetie, and I can't expect you to rebuild your wardrobe overnight on that. And, after all, you're doing it for me, so I should help..." "No," she shook her head, starting to feel guilty at just how readily and fully Dr. Jadin seemed to have taken to her new role. "I can't..." "Alicia! I am trying to give you a gift! Are you going to stand here and be ungrateful?" Alicia shook her head, stepping back slightly. "N-No, I'm grateful, I just can't..." Dr. Jadin snatched Alicia's purse out of her hands before the girl could stop her, then shoved a wad of cash at her in its place. "You can have this back," she said, "when you get back here with your new clothes. There's enough there for you to grab a bite to eat, too." "A-All right..." Alicia nodded finally, not sure what else to do. "Good," Dr. Jadin said. "And Alicia?" Alicia turned back from the doorway. "Please don't argue with me. I've been patient with you these past couple days, because I know you're trying your best, but I simply can't abide a child talking back to her mother. Do you understand?" "I understand," Alicia replied, swallowing nervously. Dr. Jadin's mood lightened considerably. "Take all the time you need, dear. Don't rush on my account. I don't think I'll have a lot for you to do this afternoon." "Okay," Alicia said. "And thank you..." Dr. Jadin didn't reply, simply waved her off, like she was telling a child to go play, like there was nothing unusual about any of this. But to Alicia, standing there, still clasping the money, it was more than strange. She expected some light mentorship, Dr. Jadin taking her under her wing, looking out for her... She'd never expected the woman to take that whole "I see you as a mother figure" speech so literally. Now she was deciding what Alicia wore, right down to her underwear, and buying her things, and, unless she'd misread what just happened, threatening her with some kind of discipline if she talked back. Alicia had never imagined things going that way, and she couldn't say that she really liked it... At least, the part that didn't include having some new clothes, paid for with money that wasn't hers. But that other stuff... It wasn't so bad, not really. The only thing that worried Alicia was that Dr. Jadin would get too attached to her, and wouldn't want to let her go, but surely if she really did want the best for her, she'd want her to have a better position. After all, she'd just said she knew what crappy pay she got, and didn't seem to approve. At the very least, she might get a healthy raise out of this, and that was worth dressing like a kid for a few days. Grabbing one of her drinks from her desk, she headed out of the building, blushing as she saw the security guards did a double take as she walked by, as if trying to confirm that she really was the same woman they'd seen earlier. Alicia couldn't blame them - she had a hard time believing it herself. It was a nice day out, and she knew her destination wasn't too far off, so, since she didn't have a deadline for getting back, she decided to walk. After getting a sandwich, she headed to her favorite clothes store, feeling rather excited about the prospect of spending her lunch hour, and then some, there, and not having to worry about whether or not there was enough in her bank account to cover it. It was a lot like the feeling she'd gotten all those years ago, shopping with her parents to alleviate their guilt at putting her in the middle of their divorce, back before she really had to think about money. She also started to get looks as soon as she walked in the door like the ones she was sure she would have gotten, had she been allowed to go shopping on her own back then. It didn't help that she had to make herself go to the young adult section, to browse through the sorts of things she would have worn back when she was just starting high school. She figured that ought to be going back far enough for Dr. Jadin. She picked out a few outfits that didn't seem too terrible, then added the total up on the calculator on her cell phone. She smiled as she saw the number, comparing it to the amount in her pocket. The clothes she had should be enough to keep her going for a little while, she thought, and she could always do some mixing and matching. And go shopping again on her own dime, eventually, if she had to. So, as a reward to herself, she headed to the section of the store she usually shopped in, picking herself out some things she could wear on the weekend, at least until she got her promotion and moved away from Dr. Jadin's desk. It felt rather odd pulling the wad of bills from her pocket at the checkout counter, and she was sure the clerk was looking at her strangely, as if she were wondering if she was some kid who had stolen money from her mother's purse, but she tried her best to ignore it. By the time she was back out on the sidewalk, she was feeling rather chipper again, walking back to work, swinging her nice, full shopping bags back and forth as she went. She set them down next to her desk and knocked on Dr. Jadin's door to let her know she was back, not expecting anything more than a, "Did you have a good lunch?" before she was herded back out. Instead, Dr. Jadin looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Well, where are they?" "Oh, here," Alicia said, feeling a little embarrassed as she scurried to her boss's desk, dropping off the change. "I wasn't trying to keep it, I just..." "No, I don't care about that," Dr. Jadin told her impatiently. "Where are your new clothes?" "They're out by my desk," Alicia answered. "I..." "Well, bring them in." Alicia opened her mouth to protest, but the doctor was staring at her expectantly, as if she were being extraordinarily difficult about something quite normal. And, to be fair, she had paid for them. "Yes, ma'am," she nodded, making her way back out. Quickly, she dug through the bags, wishing she could remember which one the outfit she'd gotten for herself was in. She didn't dare take too long, in case Dr. Jadin got suspicious, so, after a few moments, she decided she'd just hope the woman got bored before making her way through all of the clothes. "Here they are!" she declared, plopping the bags down on Dr. Jadin's desk. Dr. Jadin pulled the first piece of clothing out, looked at it for a moment, then shook her head. "No," she said, setting it on her desk before moving on. "I don't think so," she told that one. And so it went, as Alicia stood there, fidgeting, each denial making her feel worse and worse, that she had screwed up something so basic, something she'd always considered herself good at. She was pretty sure she couldn't have felt worse if she'd actually messed up on an actual work assignment. By the time Dr. Jadin found the "grown-up" clothes, giving Alicia a haughty, "Really?", she almost wished the woman would get angry, yell at her, but she just seemed disappointed. Somehow, that was worse. Finally, both bags empty, Dr. Jadin only shrugged. "I should have known better," she said, starting to put the clothes stacked neatly on her desk back into the bags. "Clearly, you don't understand what I'm trying to teach you yet." The words were gentle, yet they stung like a slap to the face. "I-I tried..." Alicia sniffled, a little shocked at herself for feeling so upset. "It's not your fault," Dr. Jadin told her soothingly. "You're a smart girl, but it's only been a couple of days. You just don't get it yet. Nobody would. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. Now, I want you to run back to the store and return these." "What?" Alicia looked up, surprised. "Well, you can't wear these. What good would it do to keep them?" "I-I guess," Alicia conceded, "But..." "Are you arguing with me?" Alicia shook her head quickly, remembering the conversation they'd had earlier, not wanting to find out what the woman had meant by that. "That's what I thought. Now get going." "Yes, ma'am," Alicia sighed, picking the bags back up and retreating from the office like a thoroughly scolded child. To her shock, as she stood in the elevator, waiting for it to take her to the ground floor, she felt tears sliding down her face, real ones this time. She couldn't believe she was crying over this, but at the same time, she couldn't stop herself as she practically ran past the security desk, out to the sidewalk. By the time she got back to the store, her reflection in their display window showed her as an upset little girl, make-up smudged and running. She sniffed, rubbing her face, but that just made it worse. She made her way to the return counter as quickly as she could, trying to keep her face down as the employee asked her why she was bringing all of this back, turning bright red as she saw the girl who had rung her out earlier walk by, praying she didn't see her. She knew she must look like she'd been caught, having stolen her mother's money, and was now being forced to bring it all back. And in a way, that was almost the truth. After all, it wasn't her money. Much as she wanted to, she didn't dare to keep the one outfit she really liked, afraid Dr. Jadin had looked at the receipt and knew exactly how much she should be getting back. As soon as she had the money back in hand, she hurried to the store's bathroom to wash her face, having to get all of her make-up off to keep it from looking so obvious that she'd just been crying. She reached for her purse on the counter beside the sink, where she normally set it, to reapply at least some of her make-up, but, of course, it wasn't there. She hoped that Dr. Jadin wouldn't notice, that her luck would change. When she went back in to give her money back, however, and have her purse returned, Dr. Jadin was ecstatic. "Oh, you look wonderful! You're so beautiful naturally, sweetie, I don't know why you use so much make-up... And look at those freckles! Why would you cover those up?" Alicia clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. It was all she could do not to just tell Dr. Jadin that this was one step too far, that she'd had enough. Somehow, she managed to find the strength to smile and mutter, "Why don't I try to go without it tomorrow?" "Perfect!" Dr. Jadin gushed. "See? You are getting some of this! I told you, it just takes time!"

Chapter 3 Alicia woke up a minute before her alarm, as she always did, rolled over and turned it off with a yawn. She slid out of her bed, stretching, making her way towards her bathroom for her morning shower. She stripped out of the T-shirt and panties she slept in, tossing them onto the back of her toilet, and stepped into the tub. The water was always cold for the first minute or so, no matter how far she turned the knob for hot water. It was still annoying, of course, but she had gotten used to it enough that it didn't make her shout out loud when she felt it. In fact, in a way, it was sort of nice, in that it woke her up much quicker than a cup of coffee would. She stared down at her body as the water, slowly warming, ran down it. It was something she did quite often - admire herself - perhaps too often. Very few people could say they were entirely happy with their bodies, and while she wasn't one of them, she was closer than most. Sure, there were a few little things she disliked about herself, some things she wouldn't mind changing when - not if - she had the money to afford some more plastic surgery. As she washed herself, she could see, just barely, the scars from her first, the one she'd saved her birthday money and allowance up for years and years to pay for, in her armpits. She always worried someone would notice them somehow, though she knew that she only saw them herself because she knew they were there. After a few minutes, she turned the water off, grabbed her towel, stepped out of the bathtub carefully. She dried her hair off slightly before wrapping the towel around her body and getting out her flat iron. At the moment, still wet, it looked fine, but she knew that if she left it alone, it would turn into a curly yellow mass that would make Shirley Temple in her heyday jealous. The day she'd realized straightening it made her look her own age, rather than several years younger, had been a real turning point for her, and now she wouldn't dream of leaving her apartment any other way. Once she'd finished that, she went back to her room, shuffling to her dresser to dig through her underwear drawer, finding a black and purple lace bra that, as with all her clothes, fit her perfectly. She had always been somewhat obsessive when it came to buying clothes, and she never committed to anything until she was sure it was perfect. It was, she supposed, part of the reason she had disliked the outfit Dr. Jadin had gotten for her the day before. She wondered if she hadn't over-reacted to it, if it wasn't as bad as she'd thought, and it was just the fact that it didn't hug her curves in the exact right way that bothered her. And then she saw the panties, still in their package, tossed off to the other side of her underwear drawer, and realized that it was likely both. Not that the panties hadn't fit her - they had, though they might have been just a touch too tight - but her first impression that they were more suited to be matched with a training bra than her Victoria Secret was definitely correct. She rolled her eyes as she looked at them, spotting Tuesday's pair - pink, with a pair of smiling cherries on the front. The irony of the decoration was almost enough to make her consider actually wearing them, but it wasn't nearly enough, as she grabbed the G-string that matched her bra. It didn't really matter what she had on underneath, she was sure - at least not to Dr. Jadin - nearly as much as what she chose to put over top of them. That was where she felt somewhat stumped. All she had to go on for figuring out what Dr. Jadin would like was the outfit she'd chosen yesterday. She doubted Dr. Jadin would want her to wear the exact same thing two days in a row, even if she'd wanted to, so she'd have to find something like it in her wardrobe. She, of course, had nothing of the kind. Just going off of that one outfit, though, she assumed that Dr. Jadin preferred dresses, so that narrowed her choices down a bit. She certainly didn't have anything as bright and cheerful as the sundress, or anything that covered quite as much as it did. She was sure most of her party dresses were right out - even she wouldn't have even considered wearing them to work, as much skin as they left exposed - but after a bit of searching she found a black cocktail dress that didn't seem too bad. It came down to mid-thigh, not quite as conservative as the sundress was, and the neckline would leave just a touch of her bra showing, but not enough that it would seem too inappropriate. Seeing as that seemed to be her best option, she slipped herself into it, making a mental note to go shopping after work that day. Dr. Jadin hadn't seemed to mind buying an outfit for her, but she knew she would have to make at least a token effort to change her wardrobe other than that, or the woman would realize she wasn't as committed to this as she claimed to be. She made herself a quick breakfast, then headed out, slipping a couple bottles of the drink into her purse from the box on her kitchen table. She'd tried putting one in the fridge the night before, only to find that the cold gave it an odd aftertaste. At first, she felt a little awkward walking into the building in her dress, feeling far too dressed up to be going to work, but as soon as she saw the security guards eyeing her curves through the tight, thin material, she embraced it. Unfortunately, since they liked it, she doubted Dr. Jadin would. It was too late to go back and find something else, though, so, once she had strutted through the office, giving all the men - Frank especially - a good look at her, she slunk to her desk and sat down nervously, waiting for her boss to arrive, though it felt more like waiting for her mother, knowing she was about to be scolded for going out in public dressed like that. Sure enough, as soon as Dr. Jadin walked in, she could see the disappointment in her eyes. The woman went straight into her office, making Alicia a little worried that, despite her best efforts, she'd ruined everything already. A few minutes later, however, before she could come up with the right sort of apology, Dr. Jadin called her in. "I can't help but wonder," Dr. Jadin said coolly, sitting at her desk, "if you know the meaning of the word 'conservative'." Alicia's cheeks turned a pale pink, anger starting to well up inside of her. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was being called stupid, and that was what this felt like, quite a difference from the doctor declaring her a bright young lady the day before. "I-I..." she started. Dr. Jadin hadn't finished, though, and she stood, walking over to the girl. "I also wonder if you know how to find clothes that actually fit you. Your regular clothes are always too small, and now this... This is far too tight... I know your parents divorced, and maybe your mother never taught you to shop for clothes properly, but this..." And then, to Alicia's shock and embarrassment, the woman reached down, pushing the hem of her skirt up, revealing the G-string below. She shook her head unhappily at the sight. "You know, I tried to help you, but if you aren't willing to work with me..." "No, I am!" Alicia answered quickly, forcing herself to ignore that her boss had just, without so much as asking for permission, checked her panties, deciding to let that indignity go for the sake of keeping her whole project from crumbling around her. "I tried, I really did! I wanted to wear something that you would like... I-I thought I did...." Crying on command was one of the more useful tricks she'd picked up over the years, and one that she felt would serve her well here, so she let out a sniffle, letting a few tears tumble down her cheeks. "I swear, I thought you would like this..." Dr. Jadin's gaze softened, and she gave Alicia a hug. "Oh, sweetie... You need my help even more than I thought, don't you?" Alicia nodded, a few more tears streaming from her eyes. "But why didn't you at least wear the nice underwear I got for you?" Alicia froze, but only for a moment. "I forgot all about them," she said, stepping away from Dr. Jadin, wiping her eyes. "I was so tired after work yesterday, I just dropped them in my living room, and then forgot they were there." "Hmm..." Dr. Jadin didn't seem quite convinced, but after a moment, she waved it off. "Oh, what am I saying? I'm just your boss... I have no authority over the underwear you choose." "No, you do!" Alicia protested. "Well, I mean, not technically, but I want you to! You're right, I don't know anything about dressing like a mature adult. I want you to help me!" In her mind, she added, 'If that's what it takes.' Alicia squirmed nervously under Dr. Jadin's gaze, hoping she hadn't made a fatal blunder so early in the game. Finally, the woman nodded. "All right, I forgive you," she said. "Every little girl makes mistakes... And they all want to look more grown-up than they really are. I understand that. What you need to learn is how to suppress that." Alicia nodded attentively, even though the theory sounded rather stupid to her, and she rankled at being called a little girl. "Okay. I'll try..." "You've been trying," Dr. Jadin told her. "And we've seen how that goes. That's why you need help." "I do," Alicia nodded again. "Lucky for you," Dr. Jadin said, walking back behind her desk, "I just couldn't stop myself at one outfit yesterday." The first thing she took out was another pack of panties. Alicia forced a smile at the sight of them to keep herself from groaning. Dr. Rabin took a letter opener from her desk and slit the package open, carefully extracting a pair and laying them out before tucking the rest of the package away somewhere. Alicia could see that these were different from the ones at her apartment - they were still rather childish, but lacked the polka-dots of the others, and had different pictures, but they were still labeled for each day. Tuesday, she saw, was represented by a horse in this package. As she stared at them, Dr. Jadin had been getting out the rest of her outfit. It consisted of a purple and white striped jumper - one not that much longer than her current dress, she noted, though she didn't dare to mention it - a white button-up shirt for underneath with puffed sleeves, and a pair of lavender tights. She'd hoped when she first saw them that they were pantyhose, but even before she picked them up, felt the thickness of them, she knew they weren't. And then, to top - or rather, bottom - it off, once she had all that on and Dr. Jadin returned to inspect her, she was presented with a pair of saddle shoes. "I think you'll be much more comfortable without those heels," Dr. Jadin told her. "And I thought these were adorable." "Yeah," Alicia agreed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "Adorable." Slipping out of her ever-present high heels made her feel like she was shrinking, and her new shoes, which were completely flat, didn't help at all. When Dr. Jadin declared that she looked perfect, Alicia managed to avoid saying what she thought, which was that she looked more like she was on her way to school than to work, and, instead, said, "I don't see anyone else in the office dressing like this..." "You're learning," Dr. Jadin told her soothingly. "You can't jump straight into it. We're going with the basics first." "Oh, right," Alicia nodded. "Don't pout," Dr. Jadin chuckled. "They have years of a head start on you. You'll get there." But she certainly didn't feel like it. She stayed at her desk as much as she could that morning, because she knew that when she went out among the rest of the workers, she wouldn't be turning heads the way she had just an hour or two before. As it turned out, however, she was wrong - she did turn one, as she made her way to the bathroom. "Are you looking for your mommy?" came the question, making her heart thump loudly in humiliation and disbelief, at least until she glanced up to see the asker. There was Diane, their height disparity all the more obvious now that Alicia had lost her heels, smirking down at her. "Oh, I'm sorry," Diane said. "I didn't recognize you without your breasts hanging out." Alicia knew she couldn't look that young, that Diane had to have known it was her the whole time, and was just being a bitch, but that didn't make her feel any less like crying as she slipped into the bathroom. Just as soon as she was able to dress like someone in her general age bracket again, she resolved to give Frank the time of his life to get back at that hag. But as she stared down at the horse on the front of her panties, just barely visible through her purple tights, she couldn't help but wonder how long that was going to take.

Shooting my mouth off, eh? Defensive and touchy, I see. As far as the significant other comment - I'm jealous? Not at all. Quite the contrary in fact...Here is why: 1. I'm happily engaged. Might I add that my Daddy and I met on this very site over four years ago. So how could I be jealous of your SO? 2. Your interest in laxatives is one I don't share. I have nothing against that, but again - how could I be jealous? *shrug* True or not, it doesn't matter much to me. I was merely pointing out that the story seemed to fall a little short of believable. Good for you if it is...Whatever floats your boat. ~ moogle

Chapter 18: Wake Up Call Sara woke up to the sound of the phone ringing and the strong smell of poo in the air. She stood up and quickly ran downstairs to the phone. As she ran she could feel the poo in her diaper and realized it was all over her. She grabbed the phone on the last possible ring. "Hello?" Sara said, still slightly groggy. "Hi Sara, this is Mr. Smith. Hope I didn't wake you." he said. "You did, but its fine. I should be up by now anyway." "I'm sorry. I just called to tell you we're coming home early. We should be home by tomorrow night. We'll pay you for the full time of course." Sara didn't care about the money. She froze. She still had probably half a pack of her own diapers to wear yet, and the whole nursery smelled of dirty diapers. Sara loved that smell but she was sure the Smiths wouldn't. "That'd be fine Mr. Smith. Thank you." Sara finally spat out. Her heart was going a mile a minute. "Alright, I have to go, but we'll see you tomorrow night. Have a good day." And with that the conversation was over. Sara had 36 hours to wear as many diapers as possible and get rid of them before the Smiths got home. As well as clean the house and of course care for Holly. It was time to get moving, but first she needed to get out of her poopy diaper. She walked into the nursery as quiet as she could. Holly was somehow still asleep. She got a diaper, baby wipes, and the changing pad because she didn't want to make a mess, and headed downstairs knowing it was going to be bad. If she didn't get diaper rash she'd be really lucky. She walked back downstairs to the living room. Sara laid the changing pad down in the center of the room. She'd been in the dark and running around she'd never looked to see how much of a mess she was. She began looking herself over. She couldn't see it but she knew her butt was covered in poo, so were the backs of her legs, she could feel it between her legs, and a little up the front. She was a total mess, but from the looks of it she wouldn't have gotten it on the sheets. She sat her diapered bottom on the changing pad and undid the tapes of her messy Pampers. Her front looked okay, just a little had gotten onto her pelvis, and between her legs was a total mess though. She began wiping herself off, one baby wipe at a time. After four baby wipes she finally had between her legs clean, now it was on to her butt. She lifted her legs and slid the diaper out from under her, it was bad, and she could tell by the way the diaper looked. She began wiping, one wipe at a time. Finally, after what seemed like fifteen baby wipes, she felt clean again. She opened up the diaper and slid it under her and closed the tapes. It felt good to be clean again. Now it was time to use a lot more diapers, and clean as much as she could.

I love it when people like to argue something for which they have no clue. If you don't have actual knowledge about something keep your opinions to yourself.

I bet your parents absolutely hated you doing that. Kind of unfair to your parents, intentionally messing your pants and then stealing neighbor's underwear. Wtf is wrong with you stealing people's clothes?

How I would have handled it: Clerk: "You still pee the bed huh?" Me: "Oh, these, these are for YOUR MOM, that bitch still owes me a new mattress, but it's all good." Clerk: "uuuuhhhhhhh" Me: Yeah, I thought so, next time, mind your own damn business and ring up my purchase. Make a stupid comment, get a stupid comment.

Sounds like the work is extensive! Be sure that the main tree roots left behind aren't underneath any foundations- as they decay over time with the trees gone, whatever is resting on them will fall If the tree guy thinks they're going under something important, see if the contractor can get them removed with the space left filled and compacted It might be worth doubling the joists or adding a small beam under where the heavy book cases and freezer are going to be at $40 bucks in lumber and very little more time will keep the floor and you happy for years to come Remember that "built to code" means it's at an absolute minimum and intended for average use, better to err on the "more than code" side and know you're trouble-free from now on Don't worry about personal appearance so much in construction- look at the appearance of the work left behind and the attitude of the craftsmen doing it, and see if that appears good And don't ask for a drug test- they might score 100% Bettypooh

Then I shall call you troll only because I have your blessing. Again, If I am offered something I do not turn it down. Also, I didn't say I can't turn it down I said I won't turn it down. Those subtle differences in context can completely change the meaning of sentences and ideas so let's get that straight. I was not seeking compensation or putting a price on anything intrinsic or intangible like my feelings. I just wanted this to not happen again to anyone else. That's it, nothing else. No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or some magical reward. All I wanted was to know that this would never be repeated. That is more than reasonable to do. The fact that they offered me something is their own choice and business. I wasn't asking for it but I'm sure as hell not going to say no.

This is how it goes. Hey guys, had a couple tapes pop off my bambinos the other day (neg feedback) I haven't (pos feedback) Huh, wierd, mine did, don't know what's wrong (neg feedback) Call bambino (pos feedback) I did, they said they'll look into it (pos feedback) PS. They looked into it, not much done yet. (neg feedback) Just joined, bambino's are great (pos feedback) Worn for years, welcome, bambinos are great (pos feedback) Just joined, my don't care for bambinos. would rather have Abena (neg feedback) AND SO ON!!!!! You know Leilin, as long as I've seen you on this board, you take EVERY quote and make it out to be an ALWAYS type statement just as you did. "Can't somebody just post about a Bambino issue without getting hung out to dry here? Geeeez!!!!'" You reply back with..Uhhh, oh gee, hey, I've done it before, uh huck. It's just a statement idiot. IT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN ALWAYS, EVERYTIME, WITHOUT EXCEPTION!!!! Why do you take everything so literally? Adrian, you all welcome negative comments but then give negative feedback. NICE GUYS, REAL NICE!

I worked retail for many years. The cashier WAS innapropriate. We are talking about a CVS, not a walmart or ace hardware. People go to drugstores to make personal purchases and expect privacy and respect. If the "kid" wants to joke around I'm sure the GameStop is hiring. The cashier is welcome to go home and joke with his buddies about the young guy buying adult diapers. But when he has the red vest and name tag on he has a job to do and rules to follow. Could the OP have laughed it off and go on with his day? Yep... if he found it funny. He didn't, and that's why you don't make such comments in a pharmacy. We weren't there, only the OP knows the tone and context of what was said, so I trust his feelings. Its easy to call it an over-reaction from the saftey of our keyboards. But would you really be ok with it if some mocked your health-care purchases? And what if it was your kid buying needed GoodNites, or your mother buying Poise pads? Would you want them to be treated with respect, or expect them to suck it up and take it? Stop trying to make the OP feel bad about being mocked and disrespected.

Just so you know, the bottom tape on the bambino is generally almost smack dab in the middle of the wing, on Larges anyway. It does look a little unneven but the reason is so the two tapes will land in the tape zone. These diapers, along with the other diapers that are just like this one (cuddlz, secure, Active ultra) are all this way, again, because of the specific landing zone. Only diapers I know that don't put a tape at the top and bottom but instead top and middle? Always wondered then why not cut the wing up higher when made for this so it doesn't appear in the "middle"? Anyway, just FYI on the tapes for these. Also, a note to the others. Some of you people must realize that PEOPLE CAN HAVE ISSUES WITH THEIR BAMBINOS AND YOU MAY NOT. It doesn't discredit the fact that someone does. Stuff happens to some peoples batch and not others. It so stupid the back and forth. OP: "I have trouble with the tapes on the teddies" (negetive ratings added) , next reply it comes off as "I don't have any issues so there, you CAN'T either, YOU lie, YOU wear them wrong, bambinos not at fault, you are, bambinos are the best" (positive ratings added) , followed by another member siding with the replier and ganging up on the OP and "she" has to defend the brand like she's it's big brother!!!! You ALL know who I'm talking about too. Also, not saying all these events I posted here as an example are exactly how it happens everytime, but an example of what often does or how it appears. Can't somebody just post about a Bambino issue without getting hung out to dry here? Geeeez!!!!

Are you serious? If it was a girl cashier you'd gone home and beat off. Did you tell them that you were going to post all this on a diaper fetish website? You know, just to give them an idea of how hurt you were?

Sounds to me like he was just kidding around because he assumed they weren't for you. Eh. I think you overreacted.

You took that way too seriously. It's better to just play it cool and laugh or shrug it off than to cause a scene in the middle of a store. The cashier was probably only messing with you anyways. I don't buy diapers in retail stores very often, but there have been a few occurrences where either the cashier has implied that they might be for my own personal use. I don't let it frazzle me and take everything in stride. One of the most memorable ones, I was in a local Walgreens picking up a pack of their store brand diapers, which are actually quite nice for daytime use, I got the huge mega pack and the cashier was having trouble finding a bag of the appropriate size. She asked if I really wanted a bag to cover them up with and I responded no, it was really OK, everybody already knew that I wore diapers anyways. She was blushing more than I was at that point. I finished paying and left. There is absolutely no need to get all riled up over an off-hand comment or (possibly) inappropriate remark from some stranger. They don't know you more than the man in the moon, and does it really matter what they think? If they want to razz me I'll play along. Better to have fun with it than to get pissed off.

Well we have talked, lots. It's now me saying I'm not comfortable with it when I'm around, its perfectly fine when I'm at work or out. We do it sexually for him sometimes. He says he wants to be able to do it infront of me anytime he feels like it, I figure he can respect my own needs know I love him and practice a bit of self control. In this world we don't always get what we want, and practing self control but still having time for your "thing" seems like w fair option. I was just curious if this seems way outta line or if its a fait compromise.

Let's all get worked up into a self-righteous frenzy now, that's always a barrel of fun.

Son you can't have another toy right now and if you don't calm down mommy is going to give you a spanking right here in the store!!

He did say it was a "Fantasy"....I don't think he expects this to come true....lighten up people!

Here you are just being obnoxious. You know exactly what a BDSM dungeon is and what things may go on in it. Grow up.

I can proffer to you a thousand other things a researcher should be doing to prepare for an important scientific expedition to Siberia regarding climate shift questions, and none of them involved asking Siberians if they wear diapers. I don't call BS on this (as that's not something I chance to do ...)however I find it unlikely this is how a serious researcher is spending his pre-investigation time.

I mostly came to judge.... But a semester of college doesn't really make you "college educated" If you were "army bound" you already had plans to move out, you just accelerated it... Stick with your plan.

How are you 18 with a college education?

In positive news, I just got a case of the bambino doublers (the value ones. I'm cheap) since they really work irrespective of diaper size. I'm using medium Secure for now, which are pretty big on me, but I'm actually quite comfy! This is good, especially since my health has been suffering as of late and thanks to migraine meds that sap about half of my consciousness, I'm rather, um, wet a lot lately.

Graco Pack n Play Dimensions: 39.5 x 28.2 x 29 inches And you're male, 18+ years old, and fit into one well enough to sleep in? Am I the only one that calls BS? Sorry dude. It makes for a good story, but not one many people would find believable. ~ moogle

Gee, look at the voting record: 99% of the votes were from DEMOCRATS who are in the pockets of the minority special-interest groups (atheists, GLBT, etc). Less than TEN Republicans voted for it. So DON'T say that we are the minority. The politicians were doing what THEY want, not what WE THE PEOPLE want! Obama wanted it, the Dems gave it to him!

After reading the initial post on this thread, it made me laugh.

Not sure honestly - I would have to see a picture and compare it with mine to tell you for sure.

Good reading on this topic, my first experience in diapers i can not remember.... as for the second time i was in diapers i remember like it was yesterday. Grew up in a friendly neighborhood, everybody new everybody. Had plenty of friends and we were always outside doing what boys do.... One of my friends mom made us lunch so we came inside for a bit.... playing in his room he opened up his closet and at the top of the closet i noticed the diapers. Joking around with him got old pretty quick, he was called away by his mom, i remember grabbing a diaper and going into the bathroom. The smell reminds me of the bambino stuffers these days, just the excitement of getting a diaper was overcoming. I put on the diaper and fastened the tapes, pulled up my underwear over the Johnson and Johnson disposable diaper and went and ate lunch. I could hear the crinkle of the diaper, and decided that i needed to get it off quick after lunch. However i just let go and peed in the diaper, continued to carry on that afternoon diapered, my friends never knew I was diapered.... At least i do not think they knew. I ended up over time taking a bag of the diapers home.... hiding them in my room, so that was my start to diapers at age 11.

Ok not the right place for this.. but funny... When buying toilet paper at the checkout say "your a professional, does this look like enough toilet paper for this much food?"

A fantasy of mine is being admitted to a psych ward and being treated as a harm to myself and others but also incontinent, so diapers 24/7. So I want to be in restraints the whole stay, restrained to a bed for hours, in a straitjacket/padded cell even a darkened room, and the use of other medical restraints like mitts and hoods all while in disposable diapers. I want a strict nurse to change me and talk down to me saying things like "your so f'ing pathetic i'm going to treat you like a baby and keep you in diapers. these restraints will make you stay in your diapers and only mommy will change you when she pleases". I want the other female nurses to come in my room where i am locked up and stare down at me like i'm a baby and say babyish things to me. I also want them to take turns putting their hand over my wet diaper and fondling/groping it a bit to tease me saying 'you'll be here for a long time so you'll better gets used to wearing diapers and using them like a baby'. Before leaving my room they would examine my restraints to make sure that i am locked to my bed with no chance for escape and then leave the room, lock the door and shut the lights off and i'd be struggling to free myself with no success. How can i start making my fantasies come to life?

^ Finally, someone speaks the truth. We all welcome negative comments...but we also welcome positive comments...if someone makes a positive comment then you(d_drew12) construe it as defending Bambino. You make this "statement" every time. We are just talking about negatives, positives, unsures, don't know, maybes...we are all just trying to help - so take a chill pill!

mine is WAY bigger than that. mine measures 42x38x30, i bought it four or five years ago at a gragae sale. its snug but i fit. head and shoulders go in one corner, and legs are folded up in teh opposite corner. maybe you should ask before you shoot your mouth off. just because youre jealous i have a signifcant other that plays along with my ABDL stuff doesnt mean you have to be an asshole to me.

how about i say your "daddy" is BS too? does that make YOU defensive? How about you THINK about what you say before you say it? oh thats right you dont give two shits about other peoples feelings. and if you dont share my likes for lax fun why are in my topic calling BS and trashing me? Oh wait i understand. trolls like you gotta stir the pot somewhere and this forum is the least liked, and most belittled so you can get away with it here and mods wont do anything.