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To answer your last question first, enourien is Greek for "to urinate in" and is the root word for eneuretic. My cats are not in fact named Agent, but rather Agent M is Mischief, and Agent S is Salek (czech pet form of Solomon). Perfidious: dastardly, treacherous, and sneaky. I am no linguist but words, their origin, and languages fascinate me. Combine that with my love for botany, and you have a recipe for confusing my poor neighbors. My plant labels are all in the Latin botanical names! Yet, I cannot do something so simple as two digit long division and get the same answer twice... we all have our strengths I suppose. Also, speaking of the little furry brats the neighbor's felis catus had better stop eating my nepeta cataria before I put my size 11 foot abruptly in contact with its gluteus maximus! Lol that was probably entirely more than you asked for, but there you have it. Logophilia? Oh yes, I am afflicted with it, but what a good thing to love!

A man in a car was taking pictures at two local schools. Nothing illegal! Police wanted to know why someone would be taking pictures of children at a school. The teachers and staff at the school got the license plate number and lawenforcement investigated. The reason was the PEDO flag as someone had mentioned. Turns out the person was having a school reunion and was taking pictures to show the changes in the school from when they attended. Just because it's not illegal, doesn't mean it won't cause issues legally. Publicly exposing yourself in any manner that is not socially acceptable, can raise red flags and get you a visit from your local lawenforcement. It can also have you added to a watch list for other agencies and eventually come under a fine microscope like Stanley did when he went on TV and claimed to be disabled and drawing SSDI (social security disability insurance) and was making furniture. Just because it's not illegal, doesn't mean that it's legal or acceptable! Gray laws are still on the books in many areas and are enforceable! By the nature of them being GRAY, they are able to be interpreted by the legal judicial system to mold to the needs of providing protection to their citizens against people that are undesireable. Example and case in point, the three strike laws in many states. This allows potentially dangerous individuals to be taken out of society by them merely being able to charge them with three offences and incarcerating them. Granted this isn't always a 100% fool proof way of getting rid of undesireables, but States are using it to eliminate some of them. Other areas of the law are gray intentionally to give lawenforcement the tools to deal with situations that aren't specifically covered under black and white laws. ...just my .02 cents

I feel strongly about this, and my opinions matter on the internet! !Rabblerabbledookarejobsrabble!

This is always a tricky subject. My feelings, ultimately, change with the end goal. If the goal is a... lifestyle one. If it is a presentation of self, then I'm not personally against it, but one should accept that many people might not accept that. If the goal is sexual gratification, then nobody has any business doing that anywhere near children. To me, this applies to all fields, not just AB. I would no sooner support a sexual AB doing that at a park than I would support a single parent bringing a toddler to see a stripper. But again, we do not know all the details. If the goal of said sissy isn't sexual, then I don't see that there's an issue. I do recognize, however, that there could be negative reactions from the public and said sissy should be prepared for those reactions.

Chapter Eight "My, my, you're a wet little thing, aren't you?" Heather cooed, making Summer squirm and blush as the other girl stared down at her while her mother walked away, having disregarded the muffled protests that had caused the latest deluge on her bib, not understanding Summer's pleading not to hire this girl as her and Valerie's babysitter. Summer could see the sudsy saliva collecting in the pocket at the bottom of her bib, though she had to admit it was better to have it there than soaking into her shirt. "Are your little panties wet, too?" Valerie giggled at that, shaking her head. "She doesn't wear panties anymore," she announced, reaching out for Summer's shorts again. Now knowing that her little sister had no problem with the idea of pulling her pants down in public, Summer reached down as well, only to have her own hands slapped away, much to her surprise and dismay. It wasn't enough to hurt, just to make her pull away long enough for her shorts to be tugged down. "How adorable!" Heather gushed, bending down a little. "Oh, my little two year old sister has those same Pull-Ups! But they look even more adorable on you." Summer bashfully pulled her shorts back up, staring down at the floor to avoid having to see the other girl's predatory grin. Suddenly, she felt herself being spun around, then let out a tiny gasp at the feeling of the back of her shorts, and her Pull-Up, being tugged backwards. She was being checked, like a toddler! She was mortified. Her pants were let go, snapping back into place as Heather gave her a pat on her sore behind, just hard enough to make her wince a bit. "Since I know you're still not quite potty trained, I have to check you," she explained, though Summer, still pacified, obviously hadn't questioned it. "Good job staying dry! Though it looks like you've been quite the naughty little girl, haven't you?" Summer blushed again, as Heather grinned and Valerie, confused by that, went back to looking at dance clothes. Heather, satisfied that she had humiliated Summer enough for the moment, went to join her. Summer watched them, feeling slightly sick to her stomach. Just that morning, she'd been a normal young woman, an older sister... Now she was the baby of the family, in training pants, silenced, dominated, helpless to stop any of it. She stared at Heather as the girl talked to her little sister, marveling at how much taller she seemed now than when they'd been in school together. Heather was a year younger than her - she was a senior in high school now - but she was built like the dancer she was, with long legs, while Summer had gotten started in cheerleading because she'd been told her petite frame would be a big benefit. But dressed like a toddler, with the Powerpuff Girls, rather than the team name, emblazoned across her shirt, and without the authority that came from being head cheerleader, their size difference seemed bigger than ever. She really did feel like this girl could be her babysitter, and that wouldn't be so absurd. Except, of course, that she knew she didn't need a babysitter, not to mention that she was older. Finally, Heather seemed satisfied, and came back around to collect her, grabbing her hand and leading her to the checkout counter, letting Valerie carry their purchases. Heather paid for them with the money their mother had given her, then, still in line, loudly asked Summer if she needed to go potty. Summer blushed, feeling like the cashier, and everyone waiting behind them, was staring at her, but she nodded anyway. She didn't have to go that bad, but it was enough that she'd rather not wait, in case Heather decided to take a random detour on their way home. "Good girl," Heather smiled down at her, patting her head, then taking the bags and handing them to Val. The three of them walked over to the bathroom, where, to her horror, Summer watched Valerie sit down on the bench outside. She mumbled a request, then, when that had no effect, broke free of Heather's grip and ran over to Valerie, tugging on her arm. "It's all right," her younger sister giggled at her desperation. "Heather won't let anything happen to you. I don't have to go. I just went at the last store, remember?" Heather grabbed her hand again and started dragging her towards the bathroom, as she shook her head, deciding it would be better to wait after all. "You just told me you had to go," Heather reminded her. "Did you already have an accident?" Summer shook her head, but of course Heather had to check her anyway, turning Summer's cheeks bright red as she felt a pair of invading fingers wriggle their way into the leghole of her Pull-Up. "Well, let's get inside before you do," she said, tugging at Summer's hand again, and then, when she still resisted, she bent down and scooped the girl up. Summer let out a gasp, too surprised at Heather's strength to try to wriggle free until she had been carted into the bathroom and set down. "I'm sure you know what to do from here," Heather told her, patting her bottom roughly again before vanishing into a stall. Summer looked around nervously, wondering when it would start, what the spell would do to her this time. Everything seemed normal, the hand dryer staying shut off, her pacifier staying firmly in her mouth, nothing flying about. Perhaps she was wrong, and, despite what the woman had said, it wasn't Valerie specifically that had to be in there with her. She let out a sigh of relief, one that was cut short as her gaze moved towards the sinks a final time. She was standing there, in the reflection, but, to her delight, she was wearing her normal clothes, the jeans and shorts she had put on before her outfit had transformed itself. There was no bulge beneath her pants, no pacifier in her mouth, no sign that any of the weird events of that day had taken place. Even though she could still feel her Pull-Up, and taste the soap of my pacifier, she still found herself staring down at herself, hoping to see the same thing there as in the mirror. She was quite disappointed. When she stared back up at the mirror, it had changed again, this time revealing her sitting there, on the floor, naked except for a diaper - not a Pull-Up, a diaper, one with the white and purple color of a Pamper, Elmo displayed across the front, though this diaper was far thicker than any real Pamper ever was, leaving the her in the mirror unable to press her legs together at all. There was a sudden rush of vertigo as the whole room seemed to jerk upwards. She felt as if she were falling, except at the same time she noticed that, she had already hit the ground. And there she was, sitting on the floor, diapered. Her eyes went wide as she stared down at the thick garment around her waist. It was thick, stiff... She touched it experimentally with one hand, but could barely feel the pressure beneath, no matter how hard she pressed. She tried to stand, and then just to press her legs together, but the diaper kept her as she was, legs open. It was then that she noticed the wet feeling on her chest, realizing that she'd been drooling the whole time, even though there was no pacifier in her mouth. Her attempts at stopping it were as useless as trying to stand up. She jumped as she heard the bathroom door open, turning to see Valerie stride in, looking around, and then down at her, shaking her head. "What are you doing in here?" Valerie demanded. "I've been looking all over for you!" Summer stared up at her, dumbly, unsure if she could have spoken even if she'd have known what to say.. "Why would you even come in here? It's not like you even know what to do here..." As her sister spoke, Summer began to squirm, feeling a sudden fullness in her belly. By the time she recognized it, to her horror, her body had begun to lift itself up off the floor, only slightly, but enough that she could feel a rush of warm mush flowing out into her diaper. She fidgeted, trying to fight it, trying to do anything, but her body was determined to finish. Her face went red, from humiliation and strain, as the backside of her diaper ballooned outward, much to Valerie's delight. At last, it stopped, and, exhausted, she sat back down, wrinkling her nose as her bottom sank into the mess, squishing it beneath her. "See?" Valerie said, smiling. "That's all you know how to do. Now come on, we need to go home." Summer tried again to stand, but the extra bulk of her accident made it even more impossible, and, finally, she simply leaned forward, getting onto her hands and knees to crawl. She wanted to ask for a change, so she wouldn't have to go home like this, but all that came out was cooing and gooing. "You're such a good girl," Valerie praised her, patting her bulging diaper gently."Aren't things so much better this way? I've always wanted a baby sister, but the problem with them is that they always grow up... But you won't have that problem, will you? You'll be my little baby Summer forever." Summer jumped as she felt someone tapping her shoulder, then stumbled forward as the world shifted again, and she found herself standing in the middle of the bathroom, still in her shorts and shirt, and just a Pull-Up, which she'd never have imagined she'd be so grateful for. In the corner of the mirror, she could see the other her crawling out the bathroom door and then vanishing before the reflections shimmered, returning to showing a normal version of their surroundings, showing Heather standing behind her. The spectacle, and the memory of the feeling of her dirty diaper, had made Summer feel a little sick to her stomach, its message clear - This could be your future. Or maybe it already was. Before she could think too much about which it was, Heather asked, "What are you doing? You have to go into the stall. That's where the potties are." Heather grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from the mirrors and into one of the stalls. Summer stood there for a moment, shaking, before finally starting to slip her shorts down her legs, but only after Heather told her, "It doesn't count as using the potty if you're still in your Pull-Up when you go." She stared down at the Pull-Up between her legs, waiting to see if the bathroom was going to do anything else horrible to her. When everything stayed calm for a moment, she reached down for the waistband of the undergarment to tug it down, relieved that she'd actually be able to use the bathroom like a grown-up, especially after what she'd just experienced. The Pull-Up wouldn't budge. She pulled down again, but it was just as useless, and this time, she felt something writhing around her legs. She whimpered as she looked down, seeing her shorts twitching and moving their way closer to her feet. When they got there, they twisted and turned for a moment, like a snake she'd stepped on, and then jerked backwards, sending her falling to her knees. "What are you doing in there?" Heather demanded. Summer couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but kneel there, watching as her shorts floated upwards, hardly noticing her bib turning itself around on her neck. The shorts dangled above her head for a moment, then made their way over the toilet. She reached up for them, having a good idea what was about to happen, trying to catch them before they plummeted downward. She didn't manage to, however, because at the moment they fell, she was distracted by the feeling of the back of her Pull-Up tugging itself outward, followed by something wet being poured into it. She jumped, squirming, grabbed for the shorts a second too late, then reached back to try to clamp her Pull-Ups closed, right after her bib had been emptied completely, and began to spin back around to its rightful spot. "What is going on in there?" Heather asked, banging on the door of the stall now. Summer quickly got up, wiggling her bottom slightly, feeling the new dampness in her Pull-Up, then grabbed for her shorts, pulling them out of the toilet just as the door burst open. "What are you doing?! Why are... What did...?" Heather was speechless, at least until Summer turned to face her. Then she grinned, reaching down, cupping the crotch of the Pull-Up in her hand and pressing up. "Just what I thought," she announced. "You couldn't make it, could you? You were already going when you tried to take off your Pull-Up, and you got your shorts wet, so you thought you'd act like you somehow dropped them in the toilet. How dumb do you think I am?" Summer tried to argue that this wasn't, at all, what had happened, but, of course, just wound up with a soapy mouth. "And look, your flowers are all faded." Summer looked down, a bit dismayed to see that the designs on her Pull-Up had, indeed, turned fuzzy from the wetness inside. "My sister's kept her flowers for almost a whole week... And look at you. When did you get those, again?" Even though she knew it hadn't been her fault, Summer couldn't help but blush. "Jeez, how did you make it through your little halftime routine without peeing your pants? Or did you wear a diaper under your uniform?" Heather left her standing there, sniffling, as she walked out of the bathroom, only to return with an empty plastic bag, taking Summer's shorts from her and dropping them inside. "Go wash your hands," she instructed, pointing to the sinks. Summer walked over to them, defeated, the wet padding giving her Pull-Ups extra bulk, making her waddle a little more. She reached up to the soap dispenser and pressed it, but none came out. Furrowing her brow, she tried again and again before moving to another. She could see that they were both full, but nothing was happening. Or so she thought. "Hurry up!" Heather told her impatiently. She began pressing the plunger faster, only then noticing that the pacifier in her mouth was growing ever so slightly larger with each pump. She stopped immediately, blushing, and went about washing her hands with just water, annoyed and embarrassed that she'd just partially refilled her pacifier on her own, even if she hadn't known what she was doing. Heather took her hand as she came toddling over and led her towards the door. Summer grumbled wetly, shaking her head, not wanting to go out with no pants, but Heather was tired of her, and picked her up again, carrying her out. Her cheeks burned as bright a red as the skin peeking out from beneath her Pull-Up as she hid her face, then closed her eyes, praying nobody else she knew was around, while Heather carried her outside, Valerie walking beside them, listening as she was told how her older sister had supposedly wet her training pants. Summer was surprised when, after they finally stopped and she heard the car being unlocked and a door opening, she was set down, not on a regular seat, but hard plastic one. It was covered in worn cloth padding, but not enough to disguise, even before she opened her eyes, that this was a carseat. She opened her eyes in time to see Heather adjusting the straps, then pulling them into place, snapping them all into place, leaving her held to her new seat by her shoulders and hips, with a final strap pressing the damp material of her Pull-Up up against her crotch a little more tightly than she really thought it should be. It took her a moment beyond that to realize that there should be no way she should fit into a child's car seat - but then, she shouldn't have fit into that Pull-Up, either. She squirmed as much as she could, tied into place as she was, then, as Heather closed the door and started to get into the driver's seat, reached for the buckle. It was no real surprise that it didn't respond to her touch, but it was a disappointment all the same. Frustrated, she tugged at the straps, then, when that didn't help either, broke down into tears. "What's wrong?" Valerie asked, turning around in her seat. "Oh, she's fine," Heather told her, turning on the car. "She's just cranky. We'll get her home, into a fresh Pull-Up, and put her down for a nap, and then she'll be all better."