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“Alex? Are you ok?” Bab asked me as she looked up. “Ya I'm fine,” I told her as I ruffled her hair. “Just lost in thought.” Bab got up off my lap and stood right in front of me. The cute girl in her footie pajamas smiled at me before leaning forward and giving me a hug. “I'll always be here if you need me,” Bab told me. “Thank you, Bab,”I respond when something hit me. My body suddenly tensed and I gripped onto Bab tighter. “A-Alex? Your squeezing too tight. It's starting to hurt.” Bab told me “I'm sorry bab. I'll fix that,” I told Bab. But instead of letting Bab go, I gripped tighter. Bab let out a low grown as she tried to push me away. But it didn't work. “A-ALEX!” Bab yelled. “Don't worry baby, it will be over soon,”I told her as I opened my mouth and sank my fangs right into her soft flesh! Bab let out a blood-curdling scream as her blood rushed into my mouth…. “BAAA!” I yell as I suddenly sat up on my bed panting. My eyes immediately egested to the darkness and I realized it was all a dream. “Moooo…” I heard beside me. I turned to see Bab laying beside me. Half the blanket had been pulled off of her and I could tell her sleeping body did not like that as she blindly reached for a blanket to keep herself warm. I must have pulled it when I sat up. So I moved it back and recovered her. She let out what I could only describe as a moan of approval as she sucked (or chewing) on her pacifier and nestled up against her body pillow. Then I looked at her neck, something I wish I hadn't. The memory of the strange dream came back and I just had a sinking feeling in my gut. I had to get away from her. I know it was probably stupid. I've already hallucinated a few times and wandered off. But just the thought of even hurting Bab scared the hell out of me. I got out of the tent and went over to the remains of our dying fire. I sat down and just stared at it. trying to calm myself down and think. Strength increasing and decreasing -not yet. Inability to sleep - I think this now counts. Strange dreams - yes... Memory lapse - I don't think so...but I don't remember going to sleep... temporary loss of magical ability - not yet Hallucinations -YES! Vision difficulties - not yet And lastly, a craving for blood - does that dream count? I let out a sigh as I think of all of this. I just hope we can get the cure soon. I continue to watch the embers die until I hear Bab behind me. “Alex?” Bab said as she opened the tent. “Hi, Bab. morning.” I greeted her with a forced smile on my face. I really didn't want to see her at this moment. “You ok? need a change?” Bab looked to be still half asleep as she yawned and walked over to me. The smell of a dirty diaper soon hit me as she drew closer. “Alex? Why are you out here like this?” Bab asked me as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “What?” I asked then looked down and realized I was still in just my underwear. It was a cold night, and yet, I didn't even realize that until now… “Guess I don't feel the cold very much,” I mumble realizing it might be another sign of me turning into a ghoul. Bab went back into the tent for a moment and got out a blanket that she threw over me. “Alex...Yawn… tell me what's wrong.” Bab practically demanded as she rubbed her sleepy eye. “I'm fine, I…” but bab slapped my leg. “Oww.” “Alex, you're out here naked in the dark,” Bab told me. “Tell me what's wrong so we can go back to sleep.” She then plopped down beside me. Notably cringing as she realized she was in a dirty diaper and undoubtedly just spread the mess. I knew I couldn't win. She was stubborn and would just keep pressing the issue. “I had a weird, and scary dream,” I told her. For some reason feeling much younger than I actually was after saying it. “About?” Bab asked. “I-i lost myself. I bit your neck....” I told her. Bab just looked at me. “I dreamed that you were supporting me and what I was going through. Saying you would be there to help me. Then you hugged me and I sank my fangs into you…” I told her my body slightly trembling from that memory. “Alex…” Bab said as she placed her hand on my leg and I pushed it away. “Bab, I heard your scream. Tasted your blood! After everything that has happened, that has me scared!” I yelled. "I feel that I'm completely losing myself!" Bab stood back up and tried to give me a hug. But after what happened in the dream I shoved her away. A little too hard as she fell to the ground. “B-bab im…” I started as I got closer to help her up. But as I did, she took advantage of the situation and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Bab!” I shouted as I tried to remove her. Trying to be careful not to accidentally toss her again. “Alex! Stop!” Bab yelled. “Do you trust me!” We both stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Finally, I nodded and let her go. Bab went back to hugging me. Her arms tightly around my neck while hers was right in front of me. “Alex, I trust you too,” Bab told me. “I trust you would never hurt me. I trust that no matter what happens, how much you lose your mind, or how thirsty you become, you would never willingly hurt me.” Bab was right. I would much rather kill myself than to ever hurt her. I soon found myself matching her embrace. The two of us holding each other. “Thank you,”I whispered to Bab. where would I be if it wasn't for her? That's when my eyes shot open and I my grip on Bab tightened. “A-Alex?” Bab asked. Before I placed one arm under her butt and lifted her up and pulled out my sword. “W-what's going on!?” I stood up and the blanket fell off of me as I held Bab in one arm, and my sword in the other. I had no idea what was going on. I just had a feeling that something was coming. No, someTHINGS were coming. And that I really wanted to kill them. I began to let out a low growl as I frantically searched for whatever was coming. I wanted to run out and kill whatever it was. Finally, they came. 5 BIG wolves appeared from the brush. Each one easily the same size as me and all had glowing gold eyes. I stayed planted where I stood, growling at the wolves. One part of my mind screaming to kill them. The other yelling to protect Bab! “A-Alex! There werewolves!” Bab yelled to me as she stared at the wolves. To me, they just looked like giant wolves, but if she says so… plus that finally clicked on why I felt like I wanted to kill them. in most books and movies vampires and werewolves hate each other. One of the wolves stepped forward. This one is slightly bigger than the others and had a jet black fur. It bowed its head to me. It was a sine meaning they came in peace. It took all the strength I had to finally drop my sword and put Bab down. But I kept one arm in front of her just in case. I then noticed one of the wolves had a bag on its back and another one reached in with its mouth to pull something out. That same one then began to walk towards me but stopped halfway when it sensed my body tense. It dropped the thing in its mouth and pushed it closer with its snout before backing away from us. As soon as it was with its pack I finally stepped forward and picked it up. Not once letting my eyes off of the wolves. I then gave it to Bab to read. It was still dark out, but Bab just used some electricity to produce a light source. ** DEAR Bab and companion. Welcome to urinează! We have been expecting you. We have heard of your companions predicament and have sent 5 of our trusted knights to escort you both to the kingdom. Please follow them. Our nights also have something for your friend's condition. Please have him take 2. We hope to see you soon. Love your sisters Layna and Melanthe ** “Alex, there here to help,” Bab told me as she took my hand. I slowly began to calm down a little. Finally when I was mostly calm, one of the wolves gave me something. A little bottle of pills. I did as the instructions said and took two. I had no idea why I needed to take them, but at this point, it couldn't be worse then what I was going through. Bab and I then proceeded to pack up our campsite and I finally got the chance to put on some clothes and give Bab a much-needed diaper change. Once we were all set, the wolves surprised us once more. The big Black wolf and a smaller white wolf knelt down beside Bab and me. As if asking us to get on… Reluctantly, we did. If it wasn't for the fact that I partly wanted to kill it, and that I was scared as hell, I would have been enjoying riding on a fucking wolf! Thankfully Bab’s wolf already had a harness made just for her which made my worry go down a lot. If needed be, I would have strapped her to my back as we rode the black wolf. I did, however, notice that the wolves Bab and I were riding had a little distance between them while the other 3 wolves behind me were very close. Not really surprising considering I was close to trying to kill them earlier. Should I try anything, the wolves would be on me within a second. I honestly don't know how long we were riding, but after a while, I could finally see a large castle up ahead. “Wow…” I said as I stared at it. The castle looked like it was built right into the side of a cliff. I was stunned by the beauty of it. Within the next hour, we were at the castle and being led inside by the wolves and other vampires who were expecting us. We were lead through the castle and I could only stare in amazement at everything there. The armors, the paintings, and statues. I had no idea what was real and what was a hallucination. “This is cool,” I told bab. “Alex, we've already stayed in one castle before. It's not that different.” Bab told me She was still wearing her footie pajamas with a jacket on. I figured it would keep her much warmer than putting her into her skirt. I think even she was torn by that decision. On one hand, she looked like a little girl ready for bed, on the other she was very warm on this cold night. “Ya, but its still cool,” I told her. “And was that a gorilla?” Bab looked in the direction I was looking at but saw nothing. “I hope we can get you cured soon…” Bab said as she took my hand. We finally stopped right in front of a set of giant doors. No doubt the throne room. Sitting at the other end of the room were two women on thrones. Both looked exactly like Eva. the only difference was the hair. One had Snow white hair, while the other had Jet black hair. Standing beside them were two men. One was a vampire with his red eyes. The other I could only guess was a werewolf as he had bright gold eyes like the other wolves. The moment I was in there presence, I felt a very strong sense to fall to my knees and obey. The vampire guy then stepped forward. “Standing before you is the queen of vampires and the witch of light, Melanthe Jord!” he yelled gesturing to the white-haired woman. Then the other guy stepped forward. “Standing before you is the Alpha of all Werewolves and the witch of darkness, Layna Ulrica” ye yelled while gesturing to the black haired woman. Both Bab and I bowed in respect for them. Melanthe then stood up. “The rest of you may leave us,” she commanded. her voice cold and chilling. The wolves and vampire guards that were leading us bowed again and then left. Shutting the doors behind them. There was an awkward silence as we all stared at each other. To me, they gave off an ora that intimidated me for some reason. “Hi, sist…” Bab started before I saw a sudden rush from both queens and I was suddenly thrown across the room! “What the!” I yelled as I got up to see the two sisters squealing like school girls and hugging Bab very tight. “SHE'S SO CUTE!” Melanthe yelled as she was happily nuzzling her face on Bab’s check. “SHE’S REALLY WEARING A DIAPER!” Layna yelled as she began patting Bab’s bottom. “‘GET OFF!” Bab screamed as she began serging electricity to get her sisters off of her! Both sisters leaped away from her as I ran over to Bab. “You ok?” I asked Bab as I knelt down next to her. “Ya just wasn't expecting that,” Bab said as she looked at her sisters. They were just standing up after being shocked. “Sorry, we just got a little too excited,” Layna said as she smiled at us. “she‘s just too adorable.” Melanthe commented as she smiled as well. "Ok, not what I was expecting," I said as I looked at Bab’s sisters. **************** Alexander March *ttas- lv16 @P- 102 (+4) )attck-69 (+3) ^neefce-62 (+5) %eped-59 (+2) !eegn-11 (+1) #nana-65 class-fighter Skills-fighter's soul Weapons- Yoake (C) (ability: growth) Element-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv18 HP-94 (+20) Attack-24 Defence-24 (+95) Speed-24 (+9) Regen-34 (+3) Manna-326 class-Sage Skills-Healer + Weapons-none Element-lightning Money ---- gold 30) silver 30) bronze 30) copper 32) ***************** In a dark cell, a chubby man sits and waits. “What is taking them so long?” the man asks himself as he taps his fingers on a wall. He has been in this cell for a while. He sent a letter out to his family and was just waiting for them to arrive. The man could only think back to what brought him here. “When I find those fucking brats I'm going to kill them…” he mumbles to himself. “Hey your not supposed to be in here!” the man heard a guard yell. “Oh I'm just grabbing my stupid brother before I leave.” a familiar voice said as the guard yelled out in pain! “You know Marvo, when you said you would be running this town by yourself I didn't think it would be from a jail cell.” a tall toned man said as he stepped in front to the cell. “Save it for later brother,” Marvo said as he stood up. “Just get me out of this reached place.” The man did as Marvo asked and opened the cell door and letting Marvo out. “It feels so good to be out of there,” Marvo said with a smile. But that smile was short lived as he heard more guards coming there way. “Hurry brother! They're coming!” Marvo shrieked as he realized they were not free yet, Marvo's brother just smiled as he pulled out a little orb and waited for a moment. Soon the guards appeared and Marvo shrieked. “Shut up little brother.” Marvo’s brother yelled as he tossed the orb at the guards that exploded into a dust cloud. The guards began coughing and tried to use their magic but found they couldn't. “What?” a guard yelled before he was punched by Marvo’s brother. “This is going to be easy!” Marvo's brother yelled happily. As all of this was happening, a duck flew over the prison as it searched for someone.

What Happened to Ella Marsh? “Ella, would you come in here, I’ve got the bath running.” a female voice called out from the bathroom in a flat monotone pitch. Wake up! Please wake up! Not this dream again, please! As if on cue, dream Ella lifted her head out of the bucket before wiping the vomit from the corner of her chin with the back of her hand. It was another rough night thanks to the chemotherapy. Her legs shook as she slowly stood, trying to resist the urge to vomit from the effort. She grasped the bedpost to steady herself and surveyed the damage. Regurgitated chicken covered her nightgown, as well as the bed covers. This had almost become a nightly ritual. “The bath is ready.” “Coming!” Ella yelled back in response. Don’t go in there! Wake up! Ella took one shaky step, then another, holding onto every surface she could along the way for support. She stopped for a moment, taking in her frail form in the mirror. Her eyes were sunken. Her skin gave off a ghostly white glow. Her cheekbones protruded from her face. And of course, her bald head. She slid her hand over the top, missing the black curls that had been there two months before. She turned her attention once again to the light coming from the end of the hall. Ella’s heart hammered as she inched forward. In her mind she wanted to stop and turn back. Her feet had other plans. They propelled her body forward despite the owners objection. She stood in the doorway to the bathroom as the feeling of dread washed over her, more intense with every passing second. She felt a hand tighten around her arm and she let out a yell of fright. ……………………………………………………………………………………. “Hey, you, it’s time to wake up.” Ten year old Ella jumped and let out a startled moan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Rose said, with a slight smile. Ella turned to see the nurses hand still on her arm. She breathed a sigh of relief as she began to come to her senses. “Were you having a bad dream?” Rose asked. Ella nodded her head. “I’m sorry, sweetie, do you want to talk about it?” Ella shook her head. It had been almost a year since she had last spoken. She sat up in bed and looked around her hospital room for what she hoped would be the last time. She was going home with a new family today. As if reading her mind, Rose asked.” Are you excited?” Ella made a “so-so” motion with her hand by turning it side to side. “Nervous?” Ella pinched her fingers together leaving a small space in between. “It’s not going to be the same here without you.” Ella smiled slightly. It had taken nearly six months to find someone willing to take her in givin her medical history. Nobody wanted a child with cancer, even if she was officially in remission. Not to mention she came with more baggage than an airplane. Rose ran her fingers through the short stubble on Ella’s head as Ella leaned her head toward her. She loved the sensation of fingers on her scalp. “Heather and Danielle will be here in the next hour, so let’s start getting you ready. First I need to check your vitals.” The small girl held out her left arm as the Rose placed her middle and index fingers on the inside of Ellas wrist. “Pulse is good.” Rose said before writing the number 76 on the whiteboard next to the large letter “P” Next came her blood pressure. Ella stared at the words written on the board as the navy blue cuff began to fill with air. “Daily Goals” Eat at least half of every meal. Draw a picture. Take medication. Use the toilet at least once a day “Long Term Goals” Gain twenty pounds Talk with Words not gestures. Become famous artist Use bathroom unassisted Ella squirmed as the nurse finished with her vitals. “Looking good, kiddo.” Rose said as she wrote down the results of her blood pressure. “Breakfast will be here soon, but before that.” Ella gave her a pleading look, but Rose shook her head. “I know you don’t like it, but you need to start getting used to it. “ Ella could feel the tears starting to fill her eyes. She waved her head from side to side defiantly. Rose sighed and sat on the edge of Elle’s bed. “I wish you would tell me what’s going through your mind.” Ella shook her head again, letting the tears spill down her cheeks. “How can I help you if you don’t tell me what the problem is?” Chair, Ella signed with her hands. She was starting to fidget more. “I know you want the chair, but you need to start using the restroom.” Ella stuck her palm out facing forward to indicate NO! “Yes, look at me” Rose said. “You’re going home with your new family today. The chair isn’t going with you. What will you do when you have to go to the bathroom?” Hold it. “Forever?” Yes. “I think you’ll have an accident before forever comes. Do you like having accidents?” No, gross. “Those are your options now. Bathroom or accident.” Ella sniffled as she placed a hand in between her legs. “C’mon, take my hand. You can do it.” Ella cried silently as she placed her free hand inside Rose’s. “That’s a good girl. You’ll be in and out in less than a minute.” Rose pulled her to her feet and led her across the room to the closed bathroom door. She frowned as she felt the cold sweat in the young girls hand. Out of curiosity, she stopped and checked her pulse. 130 bmp and rising. “Honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing’s going to hurt you in there.” Ella shook her head, nearly bawling. “What if I let you use the chair in the restroom. Would that help?” Ella shook her head no. She tried to turn and run, but Rose held her by the arm. “Don’t run away. We’ve been through this at least ten times now. The sooner you go in there and take care of business, the sooner you can leave.” No! Please no! Ella mouthed. “Then tell me what it is you’re so afraid of. Is it using the toilet? Does the toilet scare you?” Ella shook her head, still trying desperately to pull away. “Is it the flushing noise?” Ella shook her head again, closing her eyes tight as Rose opened the bathroom door. Rose sighed as Ella became dead weight. She looked in the small unit bathroom for some possible sign or clue as to what would cause her such fear. There were no shadows lurking in the corner, not a single sign of bugs. Just a sink, toilet, and bath surrounded by white linoleum tile on the floor with a cream color wallpaper. “Are you going to try to bite me again if I pick you up?” Rose asked. “Do I need to put your mouthguard in?” Ella didn't respond. “Honey, open your eyes. It’s okay.” Still no reply. “Will you walk to the toilet at least?” Rose sighed in defeat. This was as much progress as they had made in the last week. At least she wasn’t clawing and biting anymore. Rose bent down and picked her up with minor difficulty. At a mere 55 pounds, Ella was severely underweight and malnourished. The cancer treatment had delayed her growth, but as for her behaviour, Rose was at a loss. Did she somehow correlate bathrooms to being sick? Was her mind reliving the memories of chemo nausea when she stepped inside? No, that wasn’t it. She was fine using the portable commode, or what she referred to as the chair, but she had spent many nights with her face inside its pink bucket regurgitating her stomach’s contents. “I’m gonna set you down now, okay?” Rose lifted the girls hospital gown up and set her down. She tried to back away, but Ella still clung to her sobbing. “I need you to let go, I promise I won’t leave.” Ella shook her head, heaving and sputtering for air while clinging to the front of Roses scrubs. It broke Roses heart to do this to her, but it was what the Doctor wanted. Exposure therapy. “You’re fine. You’re fine. I’ve got you.” Rose whispered, rubbing the top of Ella’s head. The poor child was shaking now, and she doubted Ella would relax her body enough to pee anytime soon. She tried to distract her by talking about other things. She asked her what she was most looking forward to, but her question went unanswered. Her questions always went unanswered. She tried turning the faucet on, but it only seemed to heighten her anxiety. Five minutes went by, followed by ten. The hospitality staff had already come and gone, leaving Ella’s breakfast to grow cold on the table. “Anything?” Rose asked. Ella shook her head from in between the crook of Roses arm. “How about I get you back into bed then?” Ella nodded enthusiastically. “I think you gave it your best shot, but you’re just having a rough morning.” Rose grabbed her waist and lifted her back up. She peeked inside the toilet bowl, but it was as she expected, not a single drop. She set her back down on her feet outside the bathroom after closing the door, and Ella scampered off towards the bed, trying to put as much distance between her and the door as possible. Rose figured by the time she calmed down and finished her breakfast she’d have to go again. But then what? Repeat the process until something finally happened? And what if Heather and Danielle showed in the middle of one of her fits? They were aware of her issue, but what if it really hadn’t sunken in yet? “Go ahead and eat your breakfast. I’m going to go grab a few things.” Chair, Ella signed looking hopeful. “Dr. said no more chair, remember?” Rose said giving her a sympathetic smile. Ella let out a barely audible whimper. Rose took a quick glance behind her to make sure they were alone before leaning in close. “I’m not going to make you go back in there today, I promise.” The look of relief washed over Ella’s face, followed by confusion. Rose backed out of the room instructing Ella to eat. Ella looked down at the soggy looking toast and scrambled eggs. She poked at the eggs briefly with her plastic fork before taking a single bite of each. She pushed her plate aside resisting the urge to “ accidentally” dump it on the floor. The morning's events left her feeling a bit ornery. She reached by the side of the bed for her art supplies and pulled out the picture she had been working on. She wanted to have it done before her new foster mom, Heather, arrived. She had just finished putting the finishing touches on the horses mane when Rose came back pushing a cart of tubs and washcloths for her “bath”. “Is that all you’re going to eat?” Rose asked with a disappointed scowl. Ella just shrugged before placing her colored pencils and picture back in the shelf by her bed. Rose pulled the curtain around Ella’s bed giving them privacy. She helped Ella out of her dirty hospital gown, leaving her naked. “Go ahead and turn on your right side.” Ella frowned. This was not part of her routine. Was she about to get a shot in the butt? She tensed up expecting the worst, but instead of a needle she felt something hard and plastic cup her bottom half. Once instructed, Ella rolled back with the plastic pan resting under her. Once her brain registered what it was, she gave a slight push to get her bladder to start emptying. “He only said no commode,” Rose said with a wink. “Cheating I know, but I didn’t think you’d mind too much.” Ella grimaced slightly, feeling the urine run down the inside of her thighs and down her butt cheeks, before finally settling in the pan below. It was one of her least favorite methods, but her need to go outweighed her disgust. Rose nodded her approval at the sound of sloshing liquid. Ella didn’t mind the noise, in fact, she preferred it. She let the noises her body made speak for her. Rose didn’t have to ask if she’d gone pee yet when it trickled and drummed in the hollow basin. Even now she didn’t care that Rose watched her trying to squeeze out the last little bit before wiggling the droplets off her bottom . She had grown so accustomed to Rose’s presence when it came to her personal needs. Rose was the only one Ella trusted, and that trust had taken a long time to build. Ella gave the signal she was done. “Try and go number two.” Rose said. “You have a long drive ahead of you.” Ella scrunched up her face, and made a show of effort. She found they asked less embarrassing questions this way. Since nothing was going in, nothing was coming out so Ella signed she was ready again. “Let’s get you cleaned up before they get here.” Rose said. She rolled Ella off the bedpan before dumping the contents in the toilet. Ella listened to Rose talk about all the fun she would be having in her new home while she wiped her down with a warm, wet washcloth. It would be a six hour car ride from the hospitals’ children center she was staying at to her new family’s house, but Rose insisted it would be worth every minute. As Rose was helping her into a shirt, she commented on the picture Ella had been drawing. “You draw pretty well for your age.” Ella shrugged. She knew it was the only thing she did well for her age. She had missed the last two years of school, and the only way she could communicate was through baby sign language. She hadn’t always been like this. She used to talk, but something had changed. Was it from the cancer, or was it something else? Had something happened? She couldn’t quite remember. Ella looked down as Rose was putting socks on her feet. Pants. “We’re gonna hold off on that until I talk to Heather and see what she wants to do.” Rose explained. Ella gave her a puzzled look. “I’ll just cover you up with the blanket until then.” Ella passed the remaining time working on her picture. She was admiring her artwork when there was a knock on the door and in walked Heather. She beamed at Ella and Ella smiled back shyly. Danielle, Heather’s twelve year old daughter, came in after her giving a small wave. The group exchanged pleasantries and idle small talk until Rose suggested Ella show Danielle some of her pictures while herself and Heather talked. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………... , Rose led Heather down the hall and into the small conference room. “Are you all ready to take Ella home today?” Rose asked. “Oh yes, we’ve got half of Danielle’s room cleaned out and made a space for her. Danielle’s not too happy about having to share a room, but she’ll get over it. How’s she been doing? Have you been able to make any progress?” “We’ve been trying, but we haven’t gotten far. I wanted to bring up a few issues we’ve been having. You understand she’s non-verbal?” “Yes, and we’ve prepared for that. I know she’s only ten, but I decided to go ahead and get both her and Danielle cell phones. That way she can communicate through text if need be. So was she born non-verbal?” Rose shook her head. “Only for the last year. I was also working pediatrics when she was brought in during her chemo treatments. That girl could’ve talked your ear off, but then when she came back, she was completely different.” “Did something happen? Was it the cancer?” Rose shook her head again. “Her dr. thinks it’s all psychological. It’s some kind of post traumatic disorder.” She paused for a minute as she thought of the best way to explain. “You know her mother committed suicide, right?” “Oh no, I didn’t know that.” Heather said frowning. “I knew she had passed away but…” “Right in the middle of Ella’s treatments. She was never the same since, so I think a large chunk of her behavioral issues stem from that.” Rose said before letting out a sigh. “But for the life of me… the bathroom thing, I just can’t figure it out. She acts like going in a bathroom for anything is going to kill her. She’s terrified.” “I’ve never heard of a child being afraid of bathrooms, but hey, a mailbox closed on my fingers once when I was little. Wouldn’t go near one for two years.” “Ella was in the house when her mother shot herself.” Rose said grimly. Heather covered her mouth. “Did she see… anything?” “She must have, she hasn’t spoken ever since. You don’t walk away from something like that without a few screws loose. I’m really happy to see her going to a real home now. Maybe that’s what she needs, some stability.” Heather nodded. “Poor kid.” The two women sat in silence for a minute. “Any ideas how we should handle the bathroom situation?” “I’m not going to sugar coat it. It’s going to be rough at first. I’m hoping she’ll move past this if she’s put in a routine. She hasn’t been able to go alone yet; she’ll honestly cling to you the entire time and cry. I’d suggest start slow, give her time to adjust to her new surroundings. Maybe set up a camping toilet somewhere if you don’t want to deal with accidents.” Rose said with a shrug. “Or you could jump right into it, if she has to go she uses the bathroom.” Heather bit her lip. “It’ll be like potty training all over again.” “In a way.” Rose admitted. “To be honest, I’d stick with plan A. Give her time, and you can always encourage her to use the bathroom, but I don’t think it wise to force it. The dr. has been trying to force it, and she’s only taken a step back. She’s very young for her age.” Heather nodded again. “And what about the car ride? Six hours is a long drive. “Well that’s up to you. It’s your car. I wouldn’t trust her to speak up, and I’d be quite shocked if you actually got her to use a toilet on the drive back. Like you said, six hours is a long drive. I think we should diaper her.”

We the Aghori DO NOT spread the ashes of the dead on our body. WE DO NOT make jewelry from the dead. These are lies spread against my faith. We honor the dead through traditional ceremonies. These are ancient and no longer used traditions, it is how the ancient religion started. It is no longer practiced in that way. Than why even have a religion thread at all? It seems to me that CALLING SOMEONE A TROLL is not an intelligent debate and it is AGAINST YOUR OWN RULES HERE.

It's not just time and motivation. Writing the middle and the end of a novel are totally distinct tasks from writing the beginning. A lot of people who like writing have the same experience of having written hundreds of openings and first chapters before their first finished novel. Myself included! Introducing a character is tough, but you really have to know character and plot structure to even come up with a satisfying midpoint or third act, much less write it well. Lots of authors only plan a sequence of escalating events happening to their main character, and by the time they reach the midpoint, it becomes clear that this isn't the same thing as plot at all. If someone's posted an unfinished work that you enjoyed, just be glad you got to read what you did.

What good, little sissies wear to work...

It took me forever to get to reading this story. And once I did, Wow! I actually had to stop reading this because it was just too much for me to take in. I totally respect you as an author and I respect your abilities to write whatever you want. I also realize you went to great lengths to point out that Melissa wasn’t actually his daughter. But I am sorry, if you raise a girl from a baby to a young woman as your daughter it just isn’t right with me that you can now sleep with her. No matter if she is your biological daughter or not. People adopt children all the time but it isn’t okay to have sex after they are grown because they aren’t your biological child.

One thing I learned about me in Therapy was that I'd been giving so much to others that when I needed something, it was no longer there because I'd given it all away. That is part of why I so instantly collapsed from being very happy to suicidal in a matter of hours Heed your own words about those who won't help themselves, and don't continue to listen to their words of suffering. And make some time for yourself- you're worth that aren't you? Everyone who knows me knows that I no longer help those who are not doing what they can to help themselves. It's not how I'd like to be but to save my own hide I have to be that way now. I give everyone a chance and try to help them along but there are limits and I will make sure that they know that I'm not going to do for them what they can do themselves for long at all. And I don't feel guilty for that anymore because the person I am really saving is me, and I'm worth saving If I have something left over I'll share but it's me first and not because of greed but out of necessity. Bettypooh

Yeah. I can't understand with all the evidence he left at the scene and the information you provided why the police didn't question him or arrest him, especially if he lived in the apartment directly behind you! Sounds like the cops didn't want to be bothered and you got the shaft. I'm surprised the apartment complex didn't complain to the cops since the sheetrock was busted out. Maybe they would carry a little more weight. I'd be screaming all the way to the chief and local media myself.

He will likely make one when Imelda starts to really get comfortable enough to get into real trouble, or at least enough that she can say something frustrating his way.... Chapter Seven School Troubles October: The next morning, there had been a rush to get the kids ready, fed, and out to the bus in time. October didn’t remember anything that they talked about or exactly what Jason did with her. It really didn’t matter by then because she was used to him scolding her for saying she was stupid, to him babying her when she felt upset or she made mistakes. Soon enough, the bus was pulling into the elementary school bus zone, and letting the children off of the bus while the adults stayed on. October already knew where her class was from the day before, so she was able to scamper off after she turned and gave Jason a hug before leaving. October had her hair done in pigtail braids, she was wearing a pink dress with floral print around the skirt tails of it, and she had on white Mary-Jane dress shoes. She had almost a skip in her walk as she pranced through the main doors next to Imelda with Jessica just in front of them and Anna just behind them. “No one knows me here, yet,” October said happily to Imelda. “And Jason said that the teachers are going to take us to the bathroom after every class, so I’m sure that nothing like what happened last year is going to happen to me here! I’m going to make a lot of friends!” Imelda nodded. “I know you are. You are a very nice person.” “You’re going to make friends, too,” October told her looking her in the eye. “You’re smart, and you are caring.” Imelda shrugged. Jessica turned back to them, and she imitated the bus driver’s voice with a bit of a twist. “None of that!” she said. “If you act like fifth graders and make friends, I’m going to report you!” Both October and Imelda started to laugh, and then Imelda looked behind her. October saw that she was saying something in Spanish, and then Anna started to laugh too. “Now, no interrupting class! You are not allowed to be smart like fifth graders! If you do that….” But Jessica now, could not get the rest of the words out as she was laughing too hard. This was contagious, as it spread to making October laugh without really knowing what the other girl was going to say, and she noticed that Imelda and Anna were both laughing just as much! “Stop it!” Imelda told Jessica. “You’re making my side hurt from laughing too much!” Then they saw the principal standing in the hall, looking down at them like a hawk hovering over a rabbit. “Get to your classes,” the principal told the girls. “If you are late, you will get your house in trouble.” October frowned at that. Why would the whole house be in trouble because of one person? She didn’t remember them saying anything about that the day before…. Either way, October eventually made her way up to the second floor, and she slipped by her teacher and into her seat that Jason had sat in the day before. Before long, the class was full, and October looked up at her teacher, Mrs. Kuhn, to see what she had in store for their first lesson of their first day. The lady with red hair and green eyes walked in behind the last boy to duck into the room just as the morning bell rang. “Good morning class,” she walked past October’s desk to her own teacher’s desk at the back of the room, her long green dress swishing near the ground as she went by. “This morning, we are going to get to know each other.” The teacher picked up a pile of papers and some manila folders that were on her desk, and she started to pass them around the room as she spoke. “When I call you name,” the teacher went on talking. “I want you to stand up, tell your name, what house you are from, what some of your favorite things are, and what you like about school….” October watched the teacher as she gave each person three pieces of paper and a manila folder, and as she did so, she started to call her classmates’ names to talk about themselves. It took a while to get to October as she learned that some of her classmates liked the same things she liked, and that a couple of them even liked school for the same reason she did. Suddenly, October was in the hot seat, and at the teacher’s prompting, she stood up and started off. “I’m October Springfield from house Alpha-G. I like all kinds of animals and pretty flowers. I like school because there are a lot of people there to play with and…,” she trailed off not sure she should say it. Finally however, at the teacher’s prompting, she went on. “… I don’t get in as much trouble at school as I used to at home.” Eventually, her turn was over with. She could see a few people snickering at her, and that’s why she wasn’t sure she should have said that last, but she also saw one boy look down at his lap, and one girl was nodding along with what she said. Maybe she wasn’t the only one that got in more trouble at home than at school…. After the class had introduced themselves, the teacher started to explain the reason they had been given paper and manila folders. “Now, you will see that I have given each of you a folder and some paper…. I want you write your name in the tab of the folder as clearly and as big as you can so it’s easy to read. Then, I want you to take three pieces of paper, and one each one, write what impressed you about one classmate on each one. That means, you will write something about three of your classmates.” “I don’t understand,” one boy raised his hand. “Well, was there a person that you really want to be friends with? Is there someone that you really feel is kind of helpless or needy based on what he or she said? Is there someone that you are kind of afraid of…. Anything is okay. This is you being honest. I want to understand how you feel about each other so we can prevent problems before they start….” The boy nodded and started to write his name on his folder. “Don’t draw on your folders or make them pretty right now,” the teacher had addressed one girl that was starting to draw flowers around her name. “We are studying right now, and in class, you do your work, not play around. You are free to decorate your folders on your own time, though.” The girl nodded and started to look around at her classmates. “What if we don’t remember someone’s name?” a boy asked the teacher after a few minutes. “You have permission to go talk to each other and find out more about that person if you want to add it to your file, and you can ask them their name at that time.” Soon enough, the kids were all over the classroom grouped in couples, trios, and all varying manner of groups. October, however, just stayed at her desk being too scared to approach anyone else. One boy and one girl did come to her to ask more about her, and they told her something about themselves so she could write something down, too. The boy that came to her, was the boy that looked down at his lap when she talked about getting in trouble at home and not so much at home. “My name is Tommy,” he told her making sure she spelled it write and didn’t shorten it to Tom or make it long into Thomas. “My mother told me that I’m not to let anyone make fun of my name by changing it to something funny. She said she named me Tommy on purpose, and if I wanted to change it, I could when I turned sixteen, but until then, I keep the name she gave me….” October wrote that down because it was really interesting, and it reminded her of how strict her stepdaddy was about somethings in her life, though she would never talk about that personal stuff with someone she just met. “Do… do you… um…,” the boy blushed and trailed off rethinking about asking the question he wanted to ask her. October felt a little uncomfortable because he was blushing and shaking when he was on that question, but then he decided to move on to something else. “Why did they put you in kid-jail?” She sighed. She knew that lying to him was an option, but then if she made something up and he liked her because of that, then she wondered if they would really be friends, and she wondered if he would feel betrayed when he learned the truth, and then would he be mean to her for telling lies. She finally decided on the truth. “I’m a stupid baby,” she said. The boy frowned and looked down. “I’m a baby, too, but they don’t put you in kid-jail for being a baby. I mean, did you make someone mad?” October looked up at him. She shook a little bit. “I… I… I think I stole some money.” “You think?” he asked sounding a little surprised at her. “Well, I don’t remember doing it, but they found the money in my dresser. And I did other bad things all the time, too. Most of the time, my stepdaddy just said I was a stupid baby, so I couldn’t help doing some of the bad things, but other things, he couldn’t ignore. I don’t know who called the police on me about the money, but my stepdaddy hugged me, and he told me that he hoped I learned not to steal anymore and to not lie and do bad stuff so much.” “Was he good to you?” “He was always there to listen to me when I talked about school, and he did things for me…,” October told the boy. “My mom had to explain what I did to me because I didn’t really understand it. I still don’t, really, but it had something to do with some ‘dirty’ magazines they found in my room one day. I don’t really know how they got there, but I did look at them a couple of times…,” he blushed. “There were pictures of girls in underwear in them….” “If they make magazines like that, then how come you got in trouble for looking at them?” He shrugged. “That’s what I don’t understand. I didn’t buy them, and I didn’t even know they existed until I found them under my bed one day.” October sighed and looked down. “Are you interested in watching girls in their underwear?” “I… kind of…” he blushed. “Why?” “I… I… I think it’s because girls look different than boys, especially girls that are a little older than we are.” “You mean because our chest gets a little bigger?” “Yeah…, and because there are other differences, too.” October blushed. “You wouldn’t look at me on purpose, would you?” “Oh, no way!” he said. “You… you’re a real person that I know! I only looked at the magazines because they just showed what a girl is. I wasn’t staring at anyone because I… I really thought of her as a person.” October sighed in relief. Why was it bad though for him to look at a magazine that some company made for people that wanted to know more about the other gender? Why would that get him put in jail? It seemed stupid to her, but then, her stepdaddy said she was stupid. Maybe she was missing something. The girl that came to talk to her was the same one that was nodding her head when she talked about getting in trouble more at home, too. Her name was April Summers. “So, you get in trouble at home all the time?” April asked her. “Yeah,” October said. “I’m just kind of stupid that way.” “You don’t sound stupid to me,” April said. “I got in trouble at home a lot, too. They had to punish me all the time for something or other.” “My daddy didn’t punish me all the time,” October said defensively. “He just punished me when I really messed up big. He said I couldn’t help messing up a little bit all the time because I’m like a stupid baby.” “Why would he call you a baby?” April asked. October looked down blushing scared to tell her. “Did you wet the bed at night?” October looked up at her. “Are you going to tell everyone that?” She shook her head no. “I wet the bed, too. That’s the main thing I got in trouble for at home.” October sighed in relief again. “I wet the bed.” She left it at that though because she was afraid if she told her how really bad she was at being a big girl and controlling her bladder, the girl might not understand. Her stepdaddy said that people can’t understand a fourth or fifth grader that can’t control her bladder. The people in House Alpha-G were special, though. They seemed to think it was okay that she had trouble holding it long enough to get permission, but she didn’t want to take the chance that her new friend might not understand that. “You have one more paper,” April told her. “If you don’t write something on it, you might get in trouble.” “I know, but no one else is coming over….” “How about you put Brittney down. She’s a girl, and you don’t have to talk to her to put some of the basic things down. I’ll let you copy the top part of my paper for her.” “Okay, thank you,” October said. “That’s really nice of you.” Before long, the activity was coming to a close, and the teacher had walked to the front of the classroom. She was gesturing to a couple of file cabinets. “I want each of you to find your names in the file cabinets, and then put your manila folders behind the dividers for your names. Right now, the cabinets are going to look almost empty, but as you get to know each other more, I expect more writing and more information about all of your classmates.” Once they had put their folders away, and everyone had taken a seat again, the teacher walked to the back of the class to gather up some textbooks to start passing out. Jessica: Jessica couldn’t decide who to talk to. All of her classmates had interesting stories, so she just stood up and went to the middle of the room, and waited for her classmates to come to her. She knew that people liked to talk to her, so she wasn’t afraid that she couldn’t find at least three people to write about. Once that activity was over with, and the teacher told the students to take their seats, Jessica frowned. Even though she had long finished writing the required papers, she was still having fun making friends in her new class. No one blamed her for stabbing that custard! They decided that they would call him a custard in their writing so they wouldn’t get in trouble for spelling out the word bastard, but her classmates knew they meant, and Jessica wasn’t the only one to have a custard in her life. “Now, I’m going to pass around textbooks that we will be using all year. These are your books. Because the state knows that you little criminals most likely don’t care about other people’s property, they decided to get you the cheapest materials to learn from, and that way, you can just keep them. Therefore, I won’t care if you write in your books or rip the pages, but I will be assigning work from these books, and if you destroy them before we finish something, then you will get in trouble for not doing the assignments. There will be no more books if you lose or destroy the books I’m giving you, so it is in your best interest to keep them nice or at least the chapters nice that he haven’t covered yet so you can keep up in classes….” The teacher paused for a bit so as to give the students time to process what he was saying. His name was Mr. Stevens, and he was acting pretty strict with them. Of course, after the orientation they had had the day before, Jessica had no illusion that it would be otherwise. “I want you to look through your books right now, and I want you to find anything that shouldn’t be in a new book. If you find a page ripped, or some words that are unreadable because of the condition of the book, then I will make sure to get you a clean page for that lesson right now. This offer will not be extended later from my end, so you best do as you are told so you don’t get in trouble for not doing an assignment later for something that was not your fault.” Jessica figured everyone else took him as seriously as she did, as all the students then started to comb through their books looking for unreadable pages. After some time, the teacher walked up and down the rows checking on the students and making sure that they were checking the books, and when he decided that they had had enough time, he went to the front of the room. “Put your books away. If you go home and your guardian goes through your books with you again, I will accept requests for a page or two to be replace until the end of the week. Just make sure you have done it by then or you will not be able to use the idea that your book is ripped later to get out of an assignment, and I will not be replacing pages later for any reason.” Mr. Stevens frowned at everyone until all the books were put neatly into their desks, and then he drew something on the blackboard. “What do you see here?” he asked the class waiting. One of the boys raised his hand. “A circle?” “A circle?” Mr. Stevens asked. Then he drew some lines inside it splitting it up into portions. “A pie?” a girl asked. “A pie?” Mr. Steven asked again. He soon had the circle divided into eight portions, and then he wrote a line on the board next to it, putting the number eight under the line. Jessica rose her hand. “A fraction of eight?” “A fraction of eight?” he asked. Now, everyone was confused. They looked around until the teacher smiled. “You were all right! It was a circle when I first drew the shape on the board. It did look like a pie when I started to divide it up, and it certainly is the start of a fraction problem. The important thing for you kids to learn from this exercise, I just demonstrated to you, is that you need to be confident when you answer a question. I don’t care if you give the wrong answer or not, but if you believe it is right, then you need to be confident about it.” He then wrote three over the eight. “Would you come up and color in the circle so it matches what the numbers show to the side?” he asked a girl. Soon enough, they were talking about fractions. Jessica looked up at the clock. They had been in the classroom now, for what, maybe thirty minutes? They were just starting this class, so it would probably end in about forty or fifty minutes, right? The teacher had finished the instruction time with just an introduction to fractions, and that really disappointed Jessica. She had learned what fractions were back in fourth grade, and probably even in third grade. There was no reason to stop at the idea that a fraction is basically a small part of the whole thing. The good part of stopping, though, was if she didn’t finish her work in class, the homework would at least be very easy. The students were given a two page worksheet where they just basically colored in the portion of the fraction on a pie, or they wrote the number for the portion of a pie that was shown. Jessica looked around and seen her classmates working, wondering if they all thought this was as easy as she did. Eventually, she started to feel her bladder filling up. That made her look back to that morning, and what her house adults had said to the children at breakfast…. “Wouldn’t it be safer to let October wear a diaper to school?” Jessica had asked, not to be mean, but to save the girl from embarrassment if she couldn’t ask permission to go to the bathroom because Jessica was quickly learning that October was still nervous about asking to go, even with her very kind big, Jason. “No, it wouldn’t,” Jason said. “The teachers said that they will be taking everyone to the bathroom regularly during the day, so there is no reason for anyone to worry about an accident….” “And that reminds me,” Adam told the girls as he looked sternly at both Jessica and then at Imelda. “I want you to remember what the teachers said yesterday and what I’ve been trying to teach you all along. You are not to leave the classroom on your own, ever. If you need to leave the room, the teacher will have a method to make sure that you are with an adult at all times.” “What if we really want to use the bathroom?” Imelda had asked him. “Well, the teachers said they would be taking you often, so there is really no reason for that to be a problem, honey. Just hold it until the teacher says you can go.” Jessica frowned. If these teachers were anything like her old school, then they would probably not think about whether other people have to go or not. Sure, her other school had never caused their student to wet, but they had been told to hold it often enough, that Jessica had had a couple of days where her hands were in her lap trying to keep from wetting. “I’m sure you kids will be okay,” Brenda said in a reassuring voice. “We were all explained how things work, and I don’t think the teachers will be doing anything to you that would cause you to embarrass yourselves.” “Anyway,” Adam said. “If for some reason you really can’t wait to get to the bathroom in time, that’s why we had to pack emergency kits for you kids and leave one in your classroom for you and one with the nurse. The school assured us that it is irregular for a student to wet herself twice in a week, and that even once in a week was really rare. You should be okay, honey.” Imelda nodded. Jessica gritted her teeth though. She had heard what the teachers had said when she was in the classroom the day before, too, and what the teacher said to her did not inspire much confidence that she wouldn’t see any accidents in her class. She sighed and looked down at her work. Thinking about it was making her have to pee. Maybe she should have gone to the bathroom before they left the house like Adam told the kids to do, but she really didn’t feel like she had to go then. Anyway, if the teachers were going to take her class at regular times, then they would probably get to go soon, right? She looked at problem four just as the bell rang throughout the school. The teacher stood up and smiled at the class for he had been at the back at his desk waiting for students who wanted to check an answer here or there to come and show him and see if something was right. Only a couple of the kids were doing that, though, two boys. Jessica looked up at the teacher as he approached the front of the classroom. “I want you to put your papers in your math folders, close your folders in your desk, and put your books away. It is now time for a short break so I can take you kids to the bathroom. We don’t want anyone acting like a toddler and wetting his or her pants, do we?” The kids blushed a little as he said that. “Alright, when I call your names, I want you to line up. It is important that you line up in order, especially if you are a girl. If you line up out of order, you might get spied on by a boy, and that wouldn’t be fun for you while you are on the toilet, would it?” Jessica shivered at that thought. It was bad enough when Adam had to change her pants for her into a diaper a couple of days ago. There was no way she was going to let a boy in her class look at her while she was on the toilet! “Normally, I would say that ladies should be first,” the teacher said. “However, if I let the girls go first, I have no reason to not believe a clever boy might try to claim an emergency to go ahead and cut to the front, so he can try to spy in on the girls. If the boys have already gone when it’s the girls’ turn, then there will be no excuse for him to be in the toilet areas when the girls are, and I’m pretty sure the girls are not going to spy on the boys.” The children all looked around at each other as the teacher said this, but that seemed to make sense a little bit to Jessica. She would rather let the brats have their turn first then for them to talk among each other about what color her panties are and if she looked different from them on the toilet. Jessica was at the very back of the line, and her need was really building. She was glad the teacher was taking her now. Something did occur to her though. There was only one teacher and a class full of twelve students! How was he going to make sure that all the kids stayed where they were while some of them were in the bathroom? As they walked down the hall, Jessica saw some other classes out there, and soon enough, their line stopped halfway between their classroom and the closest toilet. They were behind not one other class, but maybe four other classes. How many kids were actually in this program? These can’t all be just fifth graders! There were way too many kids, and she didn’t even see the classes that had her housemates in them. At least, she couldn’t see Imelda or the others…. “Is everyone going to get to use the bathroom?” Jessica raised her hand so the teacher could see who was asking. “Yes,” Mr. Stevens said. “Everyone will get to use the bathroom, if they want to go. Since we are stuck here for a moment anyway, I guess it’s as good a time as any to explain what is happening….” Jessica crossed her legs. “Each teacher is leading his or her class into the large bathroom one class at a time so no one gets mixed up. They are calling the names of each student to see if they want to go, and then once the class has had the last student come back to their line, that class will leave the bathroom, and the next class will enter. That way, the teacher won’t lose any students.” Jessica blushed. “That means the boys are in there with the girls!” “As I said, I put you in the order I did so I can keep an eye on the boys so that they don’t spy on the girls while you are going. But yes, we will all be in the main bathroom at the same time.” Jessica felt a little nervous about that. She wondered if the teacher could really watch twelve people so carefully that none of the boys would be able to sneak peeks at the girls…. Sooner than later, it was Jessica’s turn in the large bathroom that actually had eight stalls, but the teacher was only letting them use two. The stalls to be used were at opposite ends of the bathroom from each other, so now, it made even more sense that the teacher put all the boys in front and all the girls in back. “Now, I would like two boys to go first,” he said, and Jessica frowned. Why did he do that? If the bathrooms are so far from one another, and the boys were near the front one and the girls were near the back one, then why not let one of each go? But she just stood there, holding herself while two of the boys went in. While they were in the toilets, the teacher went to one of them and spoke with him before going to check on the other boy. Of course, he could turn around at any moment and see the line, so there was really no way anyone could slip away unnoticed. When the third boy went in, though, the teacher let the first girl go. While the teacher was talking to the boy in the open door stall, for it had no door to close it off. While none of the boys seemed to make a move fast enough to try anything with the first girl in there, Jessica could see how it would be easy for them to get a look at her. If she wanted to, if the teacher wasn’t watching, it wouldn’t be hard to move forward just enough to look in on the boy students, though she didn’t really want to do that. She had even turned her head the other direction completely when the second boy used the toilet stall in the back because that would have been way too easy to have seen. Jessica felt pretty nervous now that she saw how easy it would be to be spied on, and she started to feel her body rebel with her. It wasn’t liking the idea of having the boys in the bathroom, and it somehow, sucked up the need by the time it was her turn so that she didn’t have to go. “If you need to go,” the teacher told Jessica, just as he warned two other girls who also didn’t want to go then, “you better go now, because otherwise, you’ll have to wait until after the next class….” Imelda: Imelda frowned when she had to use the bathroom right in front of the boys. Mrs. Tores was watching the other kids, sure. And maybe the boys couldn’t really looked at her, but still, she wasn’t all that confident that they couldn’t see. She sat on the toilet trying to go, but nothing would come out. She knew she had to go. Why wouldn’t her body go? Of course, the reason it wouldn’t go, was that it was nervous. Every few seconds, her mind kept seeing a head sticking in at her, and sometimes, it wasn’t wrong. The teacher, though a woman, still surprised her a few times looking in at her, and she decided she really didn’t care for the way she watched her. Adam looked right at her the whole time she went, and he even talked to her while she was on the toilet, but somehow, it felt like he was ignoring the fact she was on the toilet, and in some small way, that seemed to make it easier for her to pee in front of him, but this teacher seemed to be peeking in at her, and not only that, but was directly glancing down at her lap to see if she was still undressed or not. Whether that was the reason or not, Imelda finally decided that it wasn’t coming out, and she stood up, flushed, and went back out to the line to wait. She wondered if the teacher was going to let them wash their hands or not. She was scared to go to the sinks because no one else had done so, but she did want to wash her hands. She had been taught that it was very important to wash, even if you didn’t do anything in the potty. Finally, the last student was in line, and the teacher started to take the kids out of the bathroom. “Excuse me,” Imelda called up at the teacher. “What is it, Imelda,” the teacher knew it was her right away. “We didn’t wash our hands yet….” “You should have done that the minute you came out of the toilet stall. I’m not wasting time now so you can cut into the next class. You can wash your hands the next time I take you potty….” Imelda looked down. That was really mean! She felt tears burning the backs of her eyes because she was sure if she argued with the teacher, she’d get in trouble and make Adam upset at her. He was patient, but surely, he would not go for her disobeying the teacher. She walked back to class, wiping her hands constantly on her pants, feeling like they were dirty. Once they were in the room, the teacher walked calmly to the front, and she stared over the class for a minute or two. Then, she asked them a simple question. “How many little boys and girls forgot to wash their hands?” she asked. Everyone that went into the toilets raised their hands. They were all probably just as nervous about doing anything the teacher didn’t tell them to do as Imelda was. Adam had always let her wash her hands, so she thought the teacher would, too. “How many of you wanted to wash your hands?” Every hand went up. “Be honest, boys and girls! I have your records right at my desk. I know where you came from! Now, how many of you were really thinking about washing your hands?” None of the hands went down. Even if someone had not thought to wash their hands, no one was going to admit it! Everyone knows that you should wash your hands after using the toilet! Imelda shook her head at the teacher for trying to make them tell the truth! What was she going to do if they didn’t? “Well, either way, now you see what happens when you forget and you try to ask to do something after we’ve moved on,” Mrs. Tores continued. “I will not have you kids wasting time, so next time, make sure you wash your hands when you use the bathroom, and not ask after we’ve left the bathroom.” Imelda sighed. She had asked before they left, but then, the teacher told her she should have done so just after she came out of her stall. She hoped it wouldn’t make her sick because she had to touch herself to pull up and down her panties and to fix her dress. The teacher must know her hands were dirty. The teacher went on without another thought about it, and started to have the kids get things out for art. “Today, we are going to make a special card for your guardian to thank him or her for taking care of you so you little hooligans didn’t end up in prison. If you think it was mean of me not to let you wash your hands, if you were in prison, you wouldn’t have been able to wash your hands even if you asked at the right time.” Imelda looked up at her teacher wondering if her teacher was really telling the truth. “Now, I want you to do exactly what I do with the paper, as I’m going to show you how to make a pop-out card. I want you to make it really pretty and nice! The nicer it looks, the more your guardian will know you appreciate them. If it doesn’t look like you appreciate your guardian, I will let the system know you’d rather be in prison!” Imelda shivered when Mrs. Tores said that. She really did appreciate Adam, not only for saving her from prison, but for all the other things he had done so far for her and her house. She had no reason to not want to do a good job on it, but she did wonder if any of the others had reasons to not want to be there. She looked around and saw the teacher starting to put paper, scissors (the safety kind with round tips for kindergarten), and other supplies on each desk. Imelda felt her bladder nudge her again. Now that it was safe, and the boys couldn’t see her leaker or her panties, it seemed that her body was now ready to tell her that she had to pee again. She hoped her body would wait for the next opportunity. She didn’t want to have to explain to the teacher that she couldn’t go in front of the class, and that she couldn’t hold it now that it wasn’t time to go…. Anna: After the class had gone to the toilet, Anna also being able to go at the time, so was comfortable, the teacher took them back so that they could work on speaking English. Anna learned eight English words and two phrases to say with the words. She and her classmates had just been divided into threes to practice, when Anna noticed that one of her classmates, a girl that looked half White-American and half Mexican was staring at her lap. When Anna looked down at Carla’s lap, she frowned. The girl’s lap was darkening, and getting really wet. The boy sitting with them in their little circle was also turning red as he watched their classmate pee her pants. After Carla was done, Gabriel started to raise his hand, but Anna quickly pulled it down. “What are you doing?” Anna demanded of Gabriel. “I’m getting the teacher’s attention. Carla’s uncomfortable and wet, and she needs to change!” “Don’t tell the teacher,” Anna whispered. Anna was able to communicate with these people because everyone in her class spoke Spanish. “If I don’t, she’ll end up being found out by her big people at her house!” Gabriel whispered to her because they were supposed to be speaking English, but this was too important to let go. “Better she be found out by her house than the teacher,” Anna told him. “Don’t you know what is in our ‘emergency kits’ in the back of the classroom?” “Is that what they are called?” he asked. Then he shook his head. “The school made our guardians prepare diapers for us. Now, the teachers don’t even take us to the toilet privately, so how do you think Mr. Wilson is going to put a diaper on Carla privately?” Gabriel shuddered at the news of having diapers in his emergency bag, or at least, Anna thought that’s why he shuddered. Either way, he spoke a little more nervously now. “How do you know they’re diapers in there?” “They pulled them out for us to see, if you were paying attention,” she said. “And Imelda, she’s a girl in my house that speaks both English and Spanish, she translated what the bigs said, and if we pee our pants, the teachers will put us in diapers at school.” He shuddered again. “But if her big finds out, she’s going to be punished!” “Her big is going to find out…,” and Anna paused. “What do you mean punished? My Brenda didn’t punish me….” “You wet the bed last night?” Gabriel asked her. “No, but I was a mess when we got to our house the first day, and when My Brenda figured out I couldn’t ask to go right, she taught me how to ask so she could understand me,” Anna told him. Then she showed him her gesture for asking. It was embarrassing, but at least it meant she didn’t have to pee her pants…. “Well, the first day, I think everyone was wet,” Gabriel told her. “The police weren’t exactly worried about stopping every time people in our house wanted to go….” “Our police escort said that they didn’t let us go because we were girls, and something got mixed up, and they were men escorting us…. But that’s besides the point. Did you get in trouble for peeing?” she asked him. “Well, last night, I couldn’t get my big to understand me, so I had to go to bed when I had to go. Eventually, I couldn’t hold it, but I thought I’d get in less trouble if they thought it was a night accident, so I tried to lay as still as I could to pretend I was asleep, and then I peed. This morning, they were really mad!” “That’s harsh,” Anna said. “At my house, there was this girl that has trouble asking to go, even though she speaks English. She’s just scared or something, Imelda told me. Anyway, our house just says that she’ll learn to get used to things, soon, and until then, it doesn’t matter if she wets her pants….” “Really? I think it was your house that made the bus stop yesterday for everyone when we went shopping, right?” Anna nodded. “I had to pee, and when I did my signed, Brenda told the bus driver to stop. Then, Imelda told me he wasn’t going to stop, so Adam told all of us kids to just wet our pants if we can’t hold it. Then another big from my house said she had to go, and that she was going to tell on the driver or something if she was forced to wet herself, but it was a lie to let me go….” “Your house is so cool! I’d much rather be in your house!” “So, even if you can’t tell them you have to go to the bathroom, they punish you if you pee your pants?” Anna asked Gabriel. He nodded. “Even if it’s just wetting the bed…. They spanked me for wetting the bed, at least I think that’s why. I don’t know why else they would have, but I can’t really understand them very well, so I’m not sure.” “They spanked you? I thought that was against the law these days in America….” “It doesn’t look like it to me…. If it was, they couldn’t have done that, could they?” Anna shook her head no, and got a little more scared about where she was now. “Did they use a belt?” “No. One of the boys just used his hand, and it didn’t really hurt, but it was embarrassing because he did it in front of all the kids in my house, and with my wet pajamas on. Then he put me in a diaper for an hour or so until he had to let me get dressed for school….” Anna frowned. “That’s really mean!” “Yeah.” Carla sniffled a little. “Well, even if her house punishes her for wetting, they’re going to find out either way. I don’t want Carla to get embarrassed in class, too. If we don’t say anything, may be only her big will find out she peed, and then change her privately….” “Okay,” Gabriel said. “Do you want us to keep it a secret?” Carla nodded. Then they went back to practicing English, and it was a good thing they did, because Mr. Wilson had just made his rounds to them at that moment. He didn’t seem to notice Carla’s wet pants for the time being, so Anna hoped her classmate was safe. Jessica: Once the kids were taken from the bathroom for the first time that day, Jessica’s class started to head for the Gym. On her way there, she thought she saw Imelda, but she decided not to call out to her because Imelda looked like she was trying to hold it, and it might be embarrassing to be seen by someone that knows you. Jessica was glad that her own body had decided that right at the moment was not a good time. She really didn’t trust the boys in her class not to look at her, and couldn’t think what she’d do if they saw her panties, or worse, what was hidden by her panties…. That was not something that she should have worried about though, as now, the boys and girls were all taken into the gym together, and the gym teacher led them all into the only dressing room for the gym for all the boys and girls to share at once. “You have PE kits,” the teacher told them. “They should be in your cubbies with your names on them. Take off your street clothes, but not your undies, and put on your shorts and gym shirts.” He watched all the kids at once, and not one class, but three classes of kids were in the gym at the same time! That meant three times the number of boys watching as the girls undressed. Jessica just stood there by her cubby watching everyone. Maybe if she waited for the room to clear out a little bit first, then the boys would be too busy talking to notice her, and they would be leaving the dressing room. The teacher, however, to her dismay, kept the line of kids in the dressing room, so that trying to be last only drew stares from those that were already finished. “Why aren’t you dressing out?” the PE teacher asked her. “Do I have to do it for you?” Jessica quickly shook her head no and covered her hands around her chest and privates to make it hard if he tried to take her clothes off of her. “Get dressed,” he yelled, not only at her, but a few straggling girls who probably thought like she did. It was worse now, though, because the boys were done dressing, and they were looking right at her. They would see her in her gray and pink stripped panties and her white undershirt. Tears in her eyes, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it, but to dress herself, Jessica removed her shirt first and put on her gym shirt. Then she pulled her shorts up under her skirt before dropping her skirt. She was scared that the boys still caught a glimpse of her panties before she fixed her shorts, but at least they only saw her undershirt… and maybe only a glimpse of her back of it because she had turned away from them to take off her shirt. One of the other girls was not so lucky because she wore jeans, and she had to show her bottom clad in pink panties to the boys before she could pull on her shorts to hide them. Finally, with the three straggling girls dressed for PE, the class was led out to the gym where the teacher started to get the kids doing exercises, and then they would play kickball out in the school yard. While Jessica waited her turn to kick the ball, when her team was up to ‘kick’, she felt her body telling her that the urge to pee was coming back, only this time, it wasn’t only pee. She could feel pressure at the other end…. How mad would the teacher be, if Jessica went up to him, for he was the pitcher for both teams, and she asked him if she could use the toilet? Would he be allowed to take her? The other three teachers for the three classes that were in PE were out there talking and watching the sport. Surely, someone could take her, right? Jessica looked down though. She was unsure if it was that easy or not. If he did get mad because they had just taken them to the toilet before class, would he shame her for not going when she had the chance? Still, maybe a little shame was better than actually doing it to herself by peeing herself. Maybe she should go ask…. Jessica looked at the other people playing and having fun, and then nodded to herself that it was better to see if she could get permission, but instead of going up to the PE teacher, who was busy running the class, she started to walk to the sideline, where the other three teachers were talking. Surely her own teacher would take her with so many people out there watching the kids? “What are you doing?” the PE teacher yelled at her. “I’m going over to talk to my teacher,” Jessica called to him thinking that shouldn’t be a problem. “Right now, I’m your teacher. Your teacher is on break! Other than watching that you don’t run away, she is not to be bothered.” Jessica sighed. “I need to tell him something personal.” “You can tell me.” Jessica sighed and walked over to the pitcher’s mound. The teacher rolled the ball to start the next play, and then he turned to Jessica. “So?” “I really have to use the bathroom…,” she started. “Didn’t your teacher take you kids before this class?” Jessica nodded. “But I….” “But nothing. You had your chance to go. Now, go back to your group so you can play, or you can get in trouble for causing problems.” “I’m not causing problems,” Jessica said feeling some tears come to the back of her eyes. “I’m just asking to go to the bathroom….” “When your teacher already took you and gave you a chance to go! You can go again when this class is finished. Now back in the kicker’s dugout. Now.” Jessica nodded and with her head hung, she walked back. Her shoulders were slumped, and her body, while not giving her any real distress at the moment over her predicament, she was sure it was coming. The class had somehow made it through PE and they were back in the bathroom again after that class. Jessica, though she knew the boys were there, decided that she couldn’t just poop in her panties, so tried to go to the bathroom. She made sure not to pull her skirt or panties down until after the teacher was standing in front of her stall to block the view of the other boys. Though her teacher was a man, and that was bad as it was, it was better than showing herself to boys her age. She didn’t know why, but she felt a lot better about it that way. Still, as she sat there, worrying about whether a boy would come around the corner to peek on her, and worried about the teacher checking on her every minute or two to hurry her, it seemed that her body got really nervous, and she couldn’t even pee. After what was like an eternity to Jessica, but probably no more than three minutes, the teacher came back to her doorway, and he frowned at her sitting on the toilet. “Are you not peeing at all?” he asked her. Jessica frowned and shook her head no. “Pull up your pants, then. Other kids want to use the toilet.” “But I’m not done,” Jessica protested. “You are if you don’t start urinating right this minute,” the teacher said staring right at her lap. “You have to the count of five to get started. One. Two….” Nothing was coming out! Jessica tried to push her stomach to force something! “Three….” Nothing. “Four….” It was nearing the last chance, and Jessica pushed really hard trying so hard that her face turned red. She was sure of it because her face was really hot, and she was grunting with effort. “Fi…ve.” The teacher drawled out the last chance. Still, nothing. “Stand up, or I’ll let a boy come in here while you are still on the toilet,” the teacher threatened. She stood up immediately at that threat pulling up her panties and her skirt as she did. She looked away from the teacher who had to have seen her privates, but it seemed that couldn’t be helped. He was an adult, in charge of her anyway, and she knew that privacy was nothing that she could expect in the short term. Jessica came out and took her place in line, still feeling the sloshy rolling heavy liquid inside her bladder, and she knew that pressure was building at her back door. How much longer before lunch? If she could just manage until then, she’d be a lot more comfortable with Robyn watching because she was sure Robyn wouldn’t let any boys peek in at her. They walked back to her classroom, and the teacher walked to the front of the class writing something on the board as the students took their seats and got settled in. “Now, we are going to write a bit today,” the teacher told them. “Eventually, I’ll have you writing in journals, but before we do that, I think it prudent to teach you some thinking skills for when you are stuck….” The teacher then started his lesson. Jessica was find it increasingly harder to concentrate on what he was talking about though. She really had to use the bathroom. She didn’t know why her body seemed to fight the need when she had to go so badly. Yes, there was a male teacher that she didn’t really trust watching her. Yes, there were boys in her class that she didn’t trust. And yes, all of this was very new to her, but still…, even given all this, as embarrassing as it would be, surely letting the teacher watch her go was a lot better than fighting with stomach cramps at the moment because she had to keep it all in until Robyn came to get her…. Half way into class, the teacher passed out some writing paper, and then had them work on a writing assignment entitled “How I got here.” Jessica really didn’t care for that title! The teacher had not really explained what he expected with that title, but Jessica was pretty sure it had to do with him wanting them to explore the wrong doing that they did. She didn’t feel she had done anything wrong at all, and if given the choice, she would have stabbed that custard again! She sighed as she sat there, staring at her blank paper, trying to figure out what she should put down to make the teacher happy. As she did so, her body was constantly reminding her of how much it needed to use the loo, her legs fidgeting, her stomach cramping, her privates burning and feeling funny, and her back door feeling pressure on it as though an elephant were leaning against the front door of a house. She had to be very careful not to let that elephant into the room! Looking around the classroom, Jessica could see that two other girls were shifting in their chairs as well. Maybe they also had to pee…. It might have been okay to wet herself, if all three of them did so together, but she doubted that her classmates and the teacher would all be understanding if she let the elephant push its way into the small crowded room that it was trying to force entry into…. Imelda: Imelda wasn’t faring much better than Jessica at this time. She was now squirmed in her seat and wiggled about trying to get comfortable as her bladder pulsated and throbbed at her. The pressure was getting unbearable, and though she was sure Adam wouldn’t be mad because he had not ever shamed her, she was still upset that she had to go so badly and couldn’t do anything about it. Why did her teacher have to take the boys into the bathroom with the girls? Imelda put her scissors and paper down so she could put both of her hands in her lap to try to keep it from leaking into her panties. She felt her face blushing as hot as the iron on an electric stove when it was red ready to cook whatever was on top of it. If she even let a little bit in her panties, people around her would know. People around her would make fun of her or at least decide not to be her friend anymore. She had to hold it! Besides, she was a fifth grader, not a baby! She couldn’t just sit there and pee her pants, could she? That would be disgusting on top of proving the people in charge of her right, that she was just a toddler. She wiggled around some more. Her stomach ached. She really wanted to use the bathroom. Why couldn’t they just let her go like they do at normal schools? Honestly, with as closely as they watch the kids there, would she really be able to get far if she did decide to try to run away? What was it, that the teachers were afraid that she could do in the short time that it is supposed to take for her to use the bathroom? Jessica: Jessica looked up at the clock worried that the elephant was going to come charging through sooner than later, and that there would be no stopping it once it decided to do so. Her side was aching from trying to hold her pee. Her bottom was on fire because the eye-lit door was being banged against hard by the elephant on the other side. She shivered, shook, bounced her knees, stood crouching, sat, stood again, just anything to try to find a comfortable holding position, all the while trying to hold back the shame of both her aching bladder and the elephant at the back door. One of the girls across the room was starting to softly whine a bit. The teacher didn’t look like he noticed, but Jessica could see that that girl was really holding herself and almost as jittery in her seat as Jessica was. She couldn’t tell if the girl had started to wet yet or not, but she did see that the girl was concentrating more on her body than the crayon she held her in her hand. Didn’t Mr. Stevens realize that the girls really didn’t want to pee in front of the boys, especially after two of the boys had admitted to the whole class that they got in trouble for spying on girls in showers? Why couldn’t he understand that girls needed privacy at least from boys their own age, even if they were not allowed it from the big people watching them? She felt pressure build around her face. Her brain seemed to push against her skull for a moment, and then she felt pushing from the elephant! It was knocking really hard now, and she wasn’t sure, but maybe that little eye-lit door was starting to peek open…. She pushed a hand back there under her skirt and pressed at her bottom to keep it from coming out! She was not going to poop her pants! She was not! As the blond girl, hair in her face, half stood at her seat, both hands between her legs, one pushing hard at her front while the other reached under and pushed hard at her bottom, her legs shaking and becoming weak, her face on fire in blush, and tears burning the backs of her eyes as sweat beads formed at her hair line, the teacher came around and stood in front of her desk. “Are you working?” the man asked her as though she was playing around or something. “Y…yes,” she stuttered a bit trying to look up at him as she shook with her whole body feeling in trouble. “Class is going to end in another fifteen minutes, and you don’t look like you’re going to finish your assignment.” “S…sorry,” she said holding herself for dear life. “Well, it’s just as I thought. Kids like you, are troublemakers because you can’t do well at school, and you really didn’t learn much where you came from,” he was tormenting her. “But don’t worry. We’ll go slow enough that you get it this time around, and you won’t have to feel stupid anymore….” Was he saying this to be nice? Jessica was frustrated because she did know something about writing, and her only problems were that he wanted her to write about what she did wrong, and she didn’t see what she had done as being wrong, and she also had to use the bathroom. If he had told her to write anything else at all, she would probably have had something on the paper by then. “Why don’t you tell me what you were sent here for in the first place?” he asked her trying to prompt her. “Because,” Jessica was panting some. “I… I hurt a man that was hurting my mommy…,” her face was red not only with embarrassment, but with the pressure and the concentration of not letting the eye-lit door open anymore in her bottom. “Well, let’s start with that,” he was now bending down and pointing at her paper as she half stood at her seat again to try to control herself. In order to write, she had to take a hand from her crotch though, and that was really hard. Which hand should she take? If she took the one on her bottom, she might poop her panties, but if she took the one from the front, she could feel the pulsation already threatening immediate doom. She kept her legs as close together as she could, and after a little debate about which hand to use, she finally moved the one from her bottom hoping that her butt muscles were not as tired as her thighs and her other inner muscles, whatever she should call them…. And she tried to write what the teacher wanted. She had to go so badly, that her shaking was transferring to her writing making it look sloppy, but the teacher didn’t comment on her handwriting. He just waited there until she finished struggling to get the first words on her paper. “Now, what did you do to hurt the man?” the teacher asked. He held her pen hand to stop her from writing for a minute. “I mean, did you just hit him, or did you use some kind of tool or weapon?” “I… some scissors…,” she grunted a bit being unable to concentrate fully on what she was saying. The elephant in the back door was pushing at her eye-lit door again. It was pushing hard! She couldn’t take it anymore as the pressure in her head, her fiery face threatening to explode hot tears down her face, her bottom feeling like it’s going to erupt, and her bladder…. It was already leaking! She felt some of it squirt into her panties, and she pushed her legs together hard trying to push her hand harder into her privates, but when she did, pushing up at her stomach, her eye-lit door opened a bit more, and she started to feel a log slithering through like a snake. “What’s wrong?” the teacher finally seemed to grasp that this assignment was of little worry to her compared to what was happening to her body. Jessica shook as she looked up at him. “I … have… to … go… to … the … bathroom….,” she had trouble getting each word out for she had to use every bit of force within her body to try to close that eye-lit door so that the logs wouldn’t just ooze out uncontrollably. There was no telling how much of it had already started to peek through the door, and if it was in her panties enough to be noticed yet or not…. “I told you, didn’t I?” Mr. Stevens said looking down at her as she violently tried to hold it. “You should have gone to the bathroom when you had the chance. No one can take you right now. You should know that.” “I know…,” she said starting to cry. “Don’t cry, baby,” he cooed at her. “You really can’t hold it, can you?” Jessica looked up at him, her face shamefully red. She was shaking still trying really hard though a little more pee leaked through her getting her panties wet. She was in real trouble. “You’re not the only one,” the teacher said softly. “Two other little girls in this room will be lucky to make it until their guardians get them for lunch, too, so if you really can’t help it, it’s okay if you just make a mess in your pants. I’ll have someone come and clean up your seat while you are at lunch, honey.” Jessica didn’t want to give up, though. The teacher might have said it was okay, but she also knew that if she did make a mess in her panties, that she would be expected to wear a diaper the rest of the day. That was well explained to everyone the day before! Not only that, but the whole class would likely know what she had done, and she wouldn’t have any friends after that! Mr. Stevens sighed. “Well, I’m going to help someone else. Try to get some more of your writing done. I’m pretty sure you’re going to be wet before the end of class, so it’s pointless to concentrate on that more than your assignment….” And he got up and walked away from her. Jessica returned both hands to trying to stop herself but when she did, she felt her dress was wet underneath, and she felt a bulb of poo in the seat of her panties through her dress. There was no way she could push her hand up there without squishing the poo mess into her panties. She shivered. More pee came out no matter that her hands were there trying to stop it, and she leaked again, again, and again all within five minutes. By then, her chair had a puddle in it. The top of her lap, for she had tried to close her legs tightly to help, had sprouted a lake for a minute before the pee went back down through her clothes, through between her legs and down the calves of her legs towards the floor. Some of it ran around her thighs and joined the liquid in the chair. And then the peeing picked up and she jetted pee through her skirt again just soaking it especially around the butt where she was sitting on it. Finally, the pee seemed to stop for the moment, though she wasn’t really sure that it was finished. It felt like there was probably a bit more, but she didn’t dare try to push it out. One little push would certainly move the logs that were again pushing at her eye-lit door ready to come out. She shivered, and now stood half squatted over her chair, for it was uncomfortable to sit in the peed in chair, and even if she wouldn’t have minded sitting in the filthy liquid, her bottom was uncomfortable and the pressure in it made her feel like it was going to have a dull ache in a bit though it wasn’t really hurting that bad there, yet. Her stomach did hurt though. She looked up at the clock. There was five minutes until the end of class, now. She was breathing really heavily to keep from pooping more into her panties and becoming noticeable enough that people would not she was not only wet, but was pooping her panties. She wondered if some people didn’t already know…. Looking around though, one of the other girls she had noticed before was soaked. She had stopped squirming around, and was now writing. She sat fully in her shameful yellow tinted liquid in her chair, her pants sponging up some of the liquid again against the poor girl’s bottom! Jessica was starting to feel her eyes leaking again. Then it started for real. The elephant came charging through, and oozing snake after snake of goo pushed through her bottom door, rolled into itself between her butt cheeks, and eventually became heavy enough to plop little by little into her panties. At first, just the back of her panties were pushed into so that they felt heavy enough, that had they not fit her legs properly, her panties might have even fallen to the floor. Then, the poo having quickly filled where it could, stopped a moment, before it pushed again and started to push the mess forward into the crotch of her panties so that it was now squishing through her legs and getting the front of her panties messy. She couldn’t help but whine and cry as she filled her panties completely after that, and as she did, more urine did come out and flood the chair and floor around her making a big brown puddle around her. Her skirt was soaked and likely muddy-like in the back! Everyone could visibly see that she had pooped on herself, and there was no taking it back! The teacher came over to the crying girl just as the bell rang for lunch. “Sit down, honey,” he told her pushing her slightly so she sat in her seat squishing the poop against her body. “Just wait here until everyone else’s guardian has taken their child out of the room, then I’ll talk to yours….”

Chapter 32: I DIDN’T HESITATE and found myself jumping and tumbling away from the woman while at the same time screaming, “What are you doing?!?” I stared at the woman for a moment as she stared back, seeming confused that I had avoided her. “Get over here baby!” she hissed at me as she began running towards where I stood. Just as her hand reached out to grab me I dodged around the other side of the stroller she had been pushing. She snarled a moment before turning the handles of the stroller to try and knock me down! I quickly dodged back again, just missing the wheels hitting my leg! As I jumped back though my loose hair lagged behind me, giving her something to hold onto! I felt her pull some strands, but luckily she’d missed the majority of it. I continued dodging her and ducked underneath a nearby table to try and get some distance between us. As we played our game of cat and mouse, I turned for a just a moment to see that her accomplice was keeping an eye on us. It was a massive mistake on his part though, because Amanda swept his legs from underneath him and I heard him cry out in pain as she landed an elbow into him. My own diverted attention was just as big of a mistake for me though, as I nearly got caught by a hand again! The woman had closed the distance to the table I had just climbed ridiculously quickly. I just managed to backflip off of it as she again tried for me. As I flew through the air I just caught the side of her hand with my foot. “Fuck!” she cried out. I caught a glimpse of some sort of tattoo as I hurried to move away some more. For the next couple of moments we played a vicious game of keep away. I jumped between, over, under, in, and around tables and chairs that were set inside the inside cafe courtyard. I was just hoping to keep free from her for a while as I continued diving in and out of her reach. Bystanders weren’t sure if they should help her catch the unruly little, or stop the woman from kidnapping me. Like most situations though absolutely all of them did nothing except watched! ‘If she gets her hands on me I’m done for!’ Just as I began feeling cornered against a wall, and wondered how I could fend her off for much longer I heard, “What’s going on here?” a deep man’s voice shouted. With that I watched as the lady and her accomplice abandoned the stroller, and their confrontation with Amanda and me, to flee the campus security guards who were pouring out from a doorway. “Mommy, are you okay?” I ran over to Amanda who seemed a bit dazed, but mostly angry. Her hair was a mess and the winces in her face gave away a level of pain she was feeling. She hugged me tightly and said, “I think so… It’s going to hurt in the morning, but are you okay?” I noticed that we both had tears coming out of our eyes as a large man in a police uniform approached us. “Are you and your daughter okay ma’am?” She nodded, “I’m pretty sure those two were trying to kidnap my baby girl here…” “Is this stroller yours?” he asked. I shook my head, “No, that woman was pushing it…” There wasn’t much to tell about what had happened, but we gave our statements anyway. As the officers went through the stroller one of them held something up, “Sir, look what was in here!” He held up a rattle of some sort and I felt Amanda’s arms stiffen and I turned to look up at her, “What’s that?” “It’s an illegal mind control device for littles,” the man answered gently. “We’ll have to have it checked over and tested to be sure, but it at least temporarily would have made you go to La La Land so she could get you away without you alerting anyone you were being kidnapped.” “Doctor Westerfield do you have anyone who might have a grudge or something against you? This seems more planned than a simple campus snatch?” I looked at Amanda and wondered what her answer would be. She seemed to think for a moment before nodding, “This weekend we took a trip to Selegnasol and we met a little on the plane next to us. After talking with her for a while on the plane we made a mutual decision for us to adopt the little girl as a sister to my Stacy here.” “Go on…?” The large man who seemed to be in charge said. “Over the weekend it became clear that we seem to have managed to get in the middle of a shady Little trafficking ring. We had issues in the park and at the airport, but hoped nothing would happen back here at home?” She sniffled a little. Both of our emotions were running high and tears were going down her face and mine. “That may very well have something to do with this then,” he said. “Let me check with my office and see if they got a good picture of them on our security cameras…” He was on his phone for several minutes and didn’t look happy while he was doing so. He finally looked down at his phone and shook his head before coming back over to us, “Look, my men will keep an eye out on you for the rest of the afternoon while you’re here on campus until we find this lady. She seems to have had a man helping her too, but the cameras didn’t record a good view of either of their faces, and the whole area here is blank for fifteen minutes…” “Damn,” Amanda swore. I thought for a second before suggesting, “I could sketch her face on my tablet if you give me a few minutes?” He looked at me a little dubiously and said, “Sweetie I appreciate you want to help, but your stick figures won’t help?” “Well darn, I was going to give you something more like a professional portrait…?” “She’s serious?” The officer looked at Amanda. Amanda shrugged, “I’ve never known her not to be.” “Come on then, let’s go back to our office and give you a place to work…” the detective said begrudgingly. “Thanks,” I beamed up at him with my best little girl smile that I’d occasionally been practicing in the mirror. The effect worked as he blushed and muttered something. Amanda helped me up and I looked at the time. “You still have an hour until your test,” Amanda told me. I nodded, “Should be enough time I hope…” The officer led us through a door right from the area next to the attach that I learned led to the main security office. I was surprised to see it in the student union, but with all of the signs and literature about reporting rape posted… I guessed it was probably to help victims report easier. ‘Of course they don’t allow the little victims to report…’ I thought darkly. What Madison had done last night wasn’t something I could report – but it was damn close! He led us to a conference room and Amanda helped me get settled into a too large metal chair. She handed my my backpack and I gathered my tablet and stylus. I saved the other image I had been working on before she could look at it and began a new canvas and closed my eyes for a second. ‘Yep, the nanites gave me a perfect photographic memory…’ I thought with a smile. I locked into the moment I’d looked into the woman’s face and began drawing. I was quick with it using charcoal and ink options. The dexterity settings in the nanites seemed to have translated into a lot of fine motor control for me as well because my hands worked better at this than they had ever done before! A memory of a mole on her face stuck out, along with another on her neck in a pretty obvious place. Thinking back to it there was also a tattoo on the underside of her wrist I’d seen. As I sketched on my tablet, the detective and Amanda would occasionally look over my shoulder – I couldn’t help but feel like a freak with some of the stares both of them gave me. Forty-five minutes later I had a pretty darn near photographic rendition of the woman. “This is her,” I told him while showing him the picture. “And she has this tattoo on the underside of her wrist,” I said pointing to a side drawing. He stared at both, but in particular the tattoo, which seemed to make him frown. “That’s not good, that means she’s a part of the Trelini crew.” “Trelini Crew?” I asked but Amanda’s face showed recognition. “Think mafia kiddo,” he said with a sigh. “You’ve got some enemies that are probably not going to give up easily. Can you e-mail me that sketch? If it’s accurate, you’re a hell of a lot better than the sketch artist at my old police department.” “What’s your e-mail?” I asked and sent it off to him. He gave it to me and Amanda asked that I copy it to her too. Soon finished I said, “I have to get to a placement exam now…” “I’ll have a couple of my guys go over there with you,” he said, “in fact we’ll give you a ride.” I was glad to see they meant a ride on a golf cart like vehicle as opposed to a police car! I noted that all of the campus security officers seemed to be armed with guns, tasers, and clubs. ‘Definitely more police department than security,’ I admitted. They left Amanda and I outside the lobby of the Kilby center where I quickly waved my student ID, Amanda waived hers, and we went upstairs to the third floor where the test was scheduled to be held. Outside the door she said, “Good luck! If I’m not outside when you finish just come upstairs to my office.” I nodded and walked in the room where a professor was overseeing a couple dozen Amazons signing in for the test. “Did you get lost sweetie?” the professor asked as I came up to the table that towered over my head. “No sir, I’m here for the placement exam?” “Umm… we don’t get many littles who take this test… No little sized computers in this lab… I don’t know if you’ll be able to manage it?” “I’ll be fine,” I smiled that same little girl smile at him and he took on the look of ‘oh sweetie you’re so cute. I’ll let you make a fool of yourself…’ “Your time to waste I suppose…” he said, “name?” “Stacy Westerfield,” I replied. “Are you related by chance to Professor Westerfield?” He asked, cluing in immediately. “Does it matter?” I asked back. “No, it shouldn’t. You’re just a little after all…” he said condescendingly. His interest seemed to deflate and I let him point me to a large computer system in the front row that was spaced away from the next giant student. The boy looked familiar and I realized it was Jackson. “Hi Jackson,” I said as I approached the seat. “Well hi again Stacy,” he said with a smile to me. “I should have known I’d see you here.” I smiled back, “Of course, have to entertain myself somehow, right?” “Your dollies aren’t fun enough?” One girl a row away snickered. “They said you were going to play with them today!” I said in that sweet voice. “You promised them you would wear a diaper just like them!” The girl looked at me like she was ready to leap over the desk and pound my butt, but a moment later her face cracked and she began laughing, “I like you kid!” Now free of the banter I looked at the gigantic chair and hoped I still had that plastic portable booster seat thing in my bag so I could reach the keyboard. Thankfully Amanda seemed to have thought about it and I found it inside next to my other spare diaper. Thinking about my diaper I realized I was about to leak! “How much time before we begin the test?” I asked tentatively. “Ten minutes?” Jackson said. “I need to head to the bathroom real quick,” I said as I ran out and waved at the professor – not giving him a chance to say anything. Luckily I found a bathroom close by and quickly changed my Pamper for another, making it back to the room and into my portable booster before he began instructions. “Your skirt is tucked into your diaper,” Jackson whispered to me,” just before that. I blushed when I realized that the back of my skirt was indeed tucked into my diaper and everyone could see the characters and green backing of the back of the diaper. I sighed and just pulled my skirt back down ignoring the snickers of the girl behind me. ‘At least she didn’t follow me to change me…’ I thought. ‘Glad I caught it before I leaked all over my skirt,’ I added. “Good afternoon,” the professor at the front said, “I’m Doctor Wernstrom, I teach the intro to computer programming classes here at Emerson. Please make sure your phones and other devices are turned off.” He paused while people did that. ‘Amanda has mine…’ I thought to myself and wondered about my watch. There was no way to airport mode it from what I remembered and I decided I’d play dumb if it came up. “I need you to go ahead and login now to the testing screen in front of you with your Network ID and Password.” I reached and managed to use the lever on the side of the chair to push me up as high as it would go, so that with the booster I was able to reach the keyboard almost comfortably as long as I was kneeling on my knees. I heard a giggle behind me, but ignored it as I typed on the large keyboard. Even though it was huge compared to me, I was still able to type rapidly. I’d figured out a way to kind of do a three finger system with my pinky, middle finger, and thumb on Fred’s that had let me speed up a bit and avoid hunting and pecking. That technique had me logged in before one of the professors teaching assistants walked by to offer assistance. His face kind of amused me when he realized I wasn’t a total idiot! I just smiled at him and waited for the next instruction. “Okay, many of you may have some formal coursework in coding, others may have just had hobbyist experience,” Doctor Wernstrom said. “This test will let you test out of up to four semesters of computer programming fundamentals which are CS 110, CS 111, CS 131, and CS132. It is possible you will only receive credit for CS110 depending on your scores. The test must be completed in two hours. Your code for each problem may be in any standard language that we have a compiler for. Do not use anything that’s an oddball proprietary language – it won’t earn you points and it won’t be graded!” He said that sternly as if someone had tried that many times to make brownie points. “The software is designed to recognize formatting in most of the major languages automatically for you to help you edit quickly. It will not however give you information on any functions or codes that you may have forgotten. All of your code must compile and meet the directions. If any code doesn’t operate correctly, end as noted, or give proper results it will not receive credit. The way the software works though you will not be able to compile it to test it – this test assumes that you have good fundamental understanding of how the code works.” I gulped and hoped everything would run since I frequently checked my code by compiling it! “Please understand that the most elegant solutions will receive the best scores! Less code is more! Due to the open nature of this test it may be Thursday before we have some of your results. Any questions?” He asked. “Seeing none, go ahead and click the start button and good luck!” He told us. I quickly followed his direction and read the first question. It was a simple problem of generating numbers based off the Fibonacci sequence and I quickly wrote a very minimal code that would do so. I’d done that in the first week of one of my classes in high school so I was sure it would quickly work! The program then delved into ideas of ‘game of life’ sequences and other fairly simple problems before advancing onto using matrices, databases, kept me zoned in as I worked. Only a brief feeling of needing to pee and releasing that into my diaper made me think at all about where I was at. The wet diaper though was quickly ignored and I went right back to coding. The final question was a much more advanced task that made me actually think. I reached it with an hour to spare and began carefully coding the project in the hopes of cracking it. It very much reminded me of the Lego Robot challenge I had done my senior year. This question did give some information on code that was available and essentially demanded you design a robot to autonomously navigate a field of obstacles and challenges. ‘This could be a DARPA question…’ I grumbled to myself as I did my best to give a solution. “Thirty minutes left!” the professor called as I was half-way through coding my solution. I sighed heavily and found myself chewing on my tongue as I kept moving on. ‘I wonder what someone would say if I used a pacifier in class…?’ I shook my head and got back to work. The problem was you had to first code a set of responses for the obstacles… not terribly difficult, but very time consuming! I hoped I was on the right track as I then moved into a if/then statement that covered the first challenge when the robot reached it. I was stuck on how to recognize that it had reached it when I noted a hint they’d given in the question and information above and incorporated it. “Ten minutes remaining,” he called just as I attacked the final challenge on the course. It demanded an answer to a number problem query. It was a simple little code exercise once I came up with a way for the problem to call for the response. I had just clicked save and submit five seconds before he called, “Time!” I had just a moment to view ‘Congrats you finished the test,’ before the screen locked me and the other students out. All around me students grumbled, “I didn’t understand anything past question two!” Jackson looked at me as I stretched out and began considering jumping down, “I made it to the last question but that was too much for me, how’d you do?” I smiled, “I think I did pretty well.” “What question did you finish last?” He asked me as I slid down and began folding up my portable booster seat into my bag. “The last question?” “So you were stumped there too?” “No,” I shook my head, “I finished the last question. Hopefully it compiles, I clicked submit a couple seconds before he called time.” “Wait, you finished?” A girl asked who had given me the hard time before the test asked. “You mean you just submitted an answer for each question, right?” I laughed, “They should be right answers, we’ll have to see.” I walked towards the elevators and saw Amanda wasn’t there yet. I was shocked a moment later when the girl said, “You’re wet again little girl! You definitely need a diaper change, want me to do it?” “No thanks,” I said politely. “Well I’ll have to take you to your dorm or the infirmary then?” “I’m just going up to my mommy’s office, she’ll take care of it for me, but thanks,” I told her. “If you could push the up button for me and then the top floor I would appreciate it.” “What?” The girl was confused. “Your mommy works here?” “Yes, she told me to meet her on the top floor. If you’re really that worried about me you can come meet her… but I am already adopted, so there’s no point in badgering me?” “She’s not making that up, I met her mom earlier,” Jackson told her with a smile. “By the way I’m Jackson?” “Hailey,” she told him. “I’m Stacy,” I told her as the door opened for the up elevator and Jackson pressed the button for me before stepping back out. “Nice to meet you Hailey, maybe some other time?” The doors closed on a thoroughly confused giant and I couldn’t help but laugh and breathe a sigh of relief at the same time! When the doors opened Kimberly greeted me with a smile, “Well hi Stacy! Did your mommy forget you downstairs?” I laughed, “You know her with her toys!” “I do indeed. The number of times your daddy has had to call me to go interrupt her so she would go home makes what I do a full time job!” I giggled, “I’m going back to her office?” “Her doors probably shut, let me go back and open it for you,” she told me. Sure enough the door handle, which would have been out of my reach without a serious jump, needed her to open it. “I found a lost little girl looking for you,” she told Amanda as she started from her computer and looked at a clock. “Oops… I guess I forgot about you, huh?” “Uh-huh,” I smiled at her. Kim laughed as she closed the door behind me and I walked over to Amanda. “How’d the test go?” I shrugged, “I think it went well? I finished it I think. Most everyone else looked overwhelmed at all but the first question or two.” “You finished it?” she asked with some surprise. “Completely? The autonomous section too?” “I think so… It should compile and work. I hated that I couldn’t run test runs of the programs to make sure they were bug free…” “Hmm…” she looked thoughtful as I walked up to her. “What were you doing that you forgot about me?” I kidded her. “Umm… using your sketch to try and find the woman who tried to snatch you?” “Oh…” I said, “any luck?” “Yeah, I think so. I used a processing software one of our faculty members has been testing on facial recognition through the local police departments online mugshot database…” “Wait… is that a public database…?” I asked. Her blush made me think it wasn’t, “well it’s not exactly heavily guarded?” “Mommy, Daddy is not going to be happy if he finds out…” I smiled at her. “Good thing he won’t, huh?” she smiled back and picked me up to set me on her lap in front of the computer screen. A picture of the woman that matched both my memory and my sketch exactly was displayed on the screen. Serena Ricci, Age 42 Convictions: Petty Theft, Assault, Drug Possession – May 2003 Known Affiliations: Trelini Mafia Suspected crimes went considerably longer on her ‘rap’ sheet. “She’s a piece of work?” I said. Amanda nodded, “Yeah she is. Dangerous one too… I’m going to send this to my dad and see what he can do to help us out.” I watched as she composed an e-mail before she felt my diaper under my skirt, “Feels like you need a change?” I nodded and shyly asked, “You do it?” She turned me around in her lap, “Stacy… You probably…” “Please?” I asked. “I thought you want to be a big college student?” “Well yeah… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want the most awesome mommy in this dimension to still take care of me?” She squeezed me tight, “I want you to be able to get by on your own during the days…” “I changed myself several times today, it’s your turn,” I tried a smile on her. “Oh I see how this is,” she said as she began mercilessly tickling me and I found myself wetting the diaper some more. The tickling session ended with her standing up holding me upside down for a second before she grabbed my backpack and laid me down on her couch. She pulled a changing mat from somewhere that she moved underneath me before reaching into my backpack for a diaper and wipes. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Uh-oh?” I asked. “Yes, uh-oh… This is your last Pamper in here…” “Oh… well hopefully it’ll get me through dinner and the events?” “I guess we’re going to have to hope for that. You might make sure you get any other pee-pee out into that diapee before I change you?” I nodded and tried to force my bladder clear but there wasn’t much left as far as I could tell. I guess I must have had a face that said I was done because she pulled the tapes loose on my diaper and began cleaning me up. She didn’t take a long time, but it was definitely different when she changed it from my quick changes. I smiled as she taped me into the new diaper and hugged her, “Thank you Mommy.” She hugged me back, “You’re very welcome Princess.” After a moment of holding me she pushed me away so she could throw the diaper in a disposal sack she found somewhere and then into her trashcan. “You ready to go meet with your nest?” I shrugged, “Not really… but I figure I should try and make some friends though. Never know when that can help!” She hugged me and said, “That’s really smart! Do you need me to come find you later and get you some more diapers?” I shrugged, “What’s the worst that will happen?” “A diaper change?” She said hopefully. “Hopefully that’s it… remember you are tiny though! They may not even have your size!” “I’ll risk it this time I guess,” I told her. “Remind me to stock my bag though with a lot more!” “I’ll bring a box of your diapers here too tomorrow,” she told me. “Kay,” I told her as she helped me up and then used her fingers to straighten my hair. “Remind me to get you a hairbrush for your bag too,” she said grabbing my hand. “Here’s your phone too by the way sweetie,” she said as she helped me tuck it into the front pocket. We caught the elevator downstairs and checked out with the security desk where Amanda asked, “There’s supposed to be someone from security who can take us over to Wenig?” It was a different guard than normal who looked at her and said, “Let me call them.” A few minutes later one of their team was pulling up with a cart and we hopped on for the ride across campus. “Wait here just a moment?” Amanda asked him when we pulled up. “I’ll need a ride to my car?” “Sure thing ma’am,” the polite man said. Amanda helped me hop off of her lap where she’d held me and walked me to the door where an amazon girl was watching. “Can I help you?” “Stacy is here to get together with her nest?” “You know where you’re going, hun?” She asked me in that condescending baby voice. “Yes ma’am, may I go ahead and go upstairs?” “Sure thing sweetie,” she told me and I walked to the elevator after waiving bye to Amanda. The elevator did actually feature a button that was low enough for me to press to call it, and it featured a double panel inside to make it easier for littles to push their destination. I pressed ‘2’ quickly and watched the doors shut. I sighed and hoped this wasn’t something I would regret doing! When the elevator opened I could see a hallway empty of littles. A few bigs, mostly girls, were wandering around and I assumed they had to be Nest Hens. I made a point not to make eye contact but just walk straight to the room and managed to get in without being challenged. The door was open so I walked in and saw all of the littles seemed to be doing their own thing in the room – almost like normal college students! Madison was nowhere to be seen, but Laura seemed to be intently trying to do something with her computer so I walked over to her, “Hey,” I said. “Stacy!” She said with a smile and gave me a quick hug. “You came back today?” I shrugged, “Mrs. Walters sent me an e-mail last night asking if I would come ‘bond’ with my fellow students today now until the end of the evenings activities when you have to go to bed.” “When we have to go to bed?” Laura whispered with a smile. “You know what I mean… I have to go home.” “Somehow I think I do know what you mean, but I don’t blame you and I won’t accuse you.” She told me with a smile. “I didn’t see you earlier?” “Where?” “The city tours?” “Oh… well since it’s not like I’ll be getting around on my own anyway, and I sort of live in this city, I went to get my hair done instead.” “I thought something was different, but I haven’t seen you long enough to know if it was just a different way you combed it!” “What do you think?” “I like it!” she said as she looked at it and actually ran a hand through it, “It’s like elementary chic!” I stuck my tongue out at her, “Better than daycare chic?” “Definitely!” “Were you at the luncheon?” I asked her. She shook her head, “Only littles who still had their parents here could go. Everyone else had bagged lunches on the lawn in front of the dorm.” “That sucks…” I said. “What was at the lunch?” “A feast of seafood… well and crazy bigs… but you know how it is,” I told her. She nodded sadly, “Yep.” “So why are you just now showing up?” “Oh, I had to take the computer science placement test.” “How’d that go?” “Good I think… we’ll see how the test grades out though.” For the next twenty minutes we talked and were joined by Annie, Esther, and Gemma. Esther’s parents had still been there so she’d been at the luncheon, but everyone else seemed to have been just at the dorm hanging out and getting situated. Apparently a couple of littles from other rooms had not taken the CARE exam yet, and none of them returned to the dorms. That evolved into a question on how everyone else had made it through the test. Most of them had known about the change in rules in advance, but one girl was just lucky enough to have worn a diaper and not needed to go poop. “How did you make it through it though?” Gemma asked me, “You’re so tiny…?” I laughed, “It helps when your adopted daddy is a surgeon? Let’s just say I was completely clear of everything and leave it at that…” She looked at me, “So you really are adopted?” I nodded, “I’m not from this dimension… I’m here more as an exchange student. I was scared to live here in the dorms, so I decided to find foster parents so to speak.” “You’re going back to the other dimension when you graduate?” Laura asked. “That’s the goal at least…” I sighed, “Not sure if it’s going to work out easily with the tracker I have in me going off the second I go through the doors though.” “You’ve been back to the portal?” Annie asked with surprise. “To talk to my parents?” “They let you do that?” Gemma asked. “It’s one of the things in the contract,” I told her. “Contract?” Esther asked. “This is my second trip to this dimension,” I told them, “on my first I saw how things are for littles. I’m actually betweener size back home, but here I’m like half my size this time… Anyway, my adoptive parents and I set some ground rules before I came on what was and wasn’t acceptable.” “Oh,” Laura said curiously. “Like wha…?” Before any of the girls could badger me for any more information I heard Madison’s voice, “Oh Stacy! You decided to join us!” I looked up and forced a smile, “Hi Miss Madison, Mrs. Walters invited me to come over for the afternoon.” “I’m glad you did! You seem to all be making good little friendships now too, huh?” Her patronizing voice desperately made me want to strangle her, but I kept the smile on my face. “Well are all my little mice ready for din-din?” “Yes Miss Madison,” the other girls said together. Thankfully she wasn’t looking at me so she didn’t note my missing the cue there. “Why doesn’t everyone use the potty one more time before you go?” she suggested. She led everyone to the bathroom door and I watched her lift each girls skirt up as they passed. Everyone had dry pull-ups on until she got to Annie whose pull-up was sagging. “Something you need to tell me Annie?” “Sorry Miss Madison, would you please help me change my pull-up?” “Why certainly,” she told her. She picked her up and sat her on her hip before looking at me, “Well Stacy, don’t you want to try and go use the potty like the other ‘big’ girls?” “Miss Madison you’re silly, I told you last night I’m not potty trained!” “Oh that’s right, I forgot we had a baby little already, huh?” She said. “But I’m guessing Annie here’ll be joining you soon, huh?” She told the little in her arms that she sat down on the changing table. There was no pretense as she pulled her skirt up, ripped the pull-up, and began wiping her up. “Now Annie dear, do you want to try and be a big girl in a pull-up or use a diapee like Baby Stacy?” “Pull-up please,” Annie said in a shaking voice that I assumed meant she was in tears. “Okay Annie, but one more daytime accident today and you’ll be wearing diapees just like your baby friend.” “Yes Miss Madison, I’ll do better!” Annie said. “Good girl, now go mark your accident on your potty chart. Or do you need help?” she said to her a moment later when she sat her down while flashing her new clean pull-up. She blushed, “I can do it Miss Madison.” The other girls were coming out of the bathroom as she ran in there to make sure she was empty and Madison rounded on me. “Now Baby Stacy, you said you aren’t potty trained so I need to make sure you’re all dry. Would you be a big girl and pull your skirt up so I can make sure you’re dry?” I blushed a little but did so, “See I’m all dry!” She turned me around and pulled my diaper back open, “And clean too! Maybe someday you’ll be ready for the big girls potty like everyone else, huh?” She said to the audience of girls who I noticed were a mixture of disgust, fear, relief, and embarrassment. Somehow I was pretty sure every girl had all four of those emotions showing! A moment later she had the rope in her hand and said, “Come on Mice, let’s make our caterpillar line!” I grabbed onto the purple ring again and noted that my name was now written in sharpie on it as we were led to the elevator and then downstairs and out to a large lawn area with a tent setup. As we walked in the line a lot of the amazon students would snicker or stare at us. Several we passed said, “Awe! She’s so cute!” referring to one of us. ‘Probably me,’ I admitted. “Okay now girls, you’re going to each get one plate of food and then come sit down on the grass here outside!” Madison said. “I’ll have blankets down for you when you get back for you to sit on so we don’t get grass stains all over your cute uniforms!” “Yes Miss Madison,” I joined everyone in saying this time. Joining the line with the other littles I found myself noticing the group already seemed smaller, even if it was only a few from the CARE exam. For dinner apparently they took our size into consideration and we received pieces of chicken breasts that had to have been quartered from their original size given the size of food I saw on the bigs plates! Once I had chicken and the sides I walked back to the blanket and sat down. “Oh you didn’t get a drink?” Madison asked as I sat down. “I have one in my bag already Miss Madison,” I told her politely and pulled my backpack off my shoulders to grab the bottle of water Amanda had me put in there. “Are you sure?” she asked, “Everyone else is getting some really good punch it looks like?” I noted then that everyone was indeed getting cups of punch in open cups and groaned at their stupidity for taking them. Most walked with full cups that they seemed to guzzle quickly. I had a gut feeling that it was just a matter of time before disaster in some form was going to strike. ‘Will it be immediate or after she diapers everyone for bed?’ I wondered. “I’m sure Miss Madison, I’m following my mommy’s rules. You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble with her, would you?” I asked with that smile I was perfecting. Her face was adorably pissed off and I fought the urge to giggle. “No, we wouldn’t want your mommy mad at you.” Laura and everyone from the nest came and sat down on the blankets Madison had setup before she went for her own food. I noted the bigs had picnic tables inside the pavilion to sit at, but we weren’t allowed to join them for some reason. “Why do we have to eat out here?” Annie asked my question for me. “Another way to demean us as future babies,” Brooke answered her. “We’ll all be pissing and shitting our diapers like Stacy there before we have a chance to graduate.” “Well glad I have a head start,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at her. The other girls laughed at her. “Hey at least she’s been adopted to a better situation than any of us…” Gemma said. “So enough about adoptions…” Laura said, “it’s depressing. Anyone have any tips for tomorrow’s math test you’ve heard?” Welcoming the change of subject some of the girls said what they’d heard. “I know you can’t use a calculator,” Gemma said. “Like seriously?” Alyssa asked. “I’m just going to go in and take it and know I’ll be in the remedial classes. I still don’t know how my CARE score was enough to pass!” “What’d you get?” Annie asked. “Overall like a 1039,” she said, “but on the math it was like a 200? If it hadn’t been for the other subjects I’d have been screwed.” “Well and you made it through without shitting yourself,” Chelsea said. Out from nowhere I watched as Madison had reappeared, pulled Chelsea up and over her kneeling knee, pulled her skirt up, panties down, and began pounding her butt with her hand. “You will not cuss little girl!” By the end she was a blubbering mess and Madison’s, “I won’t give you a demerit this time, but next time you’ll be seeing the Dean!” “Yes… Miss Madison… Tha... Thank you…” she stammered out while snot and tears covered her face. She walked away towards a tree to collect herself for a minute. After an awkward moment of silence I asked Laura, “What did you get on your test?” “Oh… 1350?” she said. “That’s really good!” Jasmine said. “I only got a 1200.” I sat and tried to keep quiet as I knew my score was a bit out of the normal range. “Okay short stuff, everyone else has said what they got, you haven’t – what’d you get?” Madison asked when she figured out I’d been quiet. “Oh… a pretty good score…” I said hoping not to make everyone feel like I was a genius. “Pretty good?” Laura prodded. “Like worse than Alyssa?” Annie asked tactlessly. “Umm… no, it was better.” “You are seriously not going to try and feel like you’re going to be embarrassed by a bad score, right?” Brooke said. “I mean obviously you’re here?” I sighed, “1929,” I said quietly. “You’re lying, right?” Madison said. “That’s impossible…” “No Miss Madison, I guess it’s a pretty good score but I was just doing my best,” I told her. I watched her dig out her phone and go digging into something. “Let me see your ID Stacy,” she told me and I watched as her phone must have taken a picture and scanned it. “Well I’ll be, you’re telling the truth… probably the highest score anyone has in your class Stacy.” She seemed a little impressed as she scrolled through a screen, “Wait, you’re the little that almost got kidnapped earlier?” “Kidnapped?” Laura asked. “What?” another girl asked. I sighed, “Yeah, that’s me…” “What happened?” Annie asked. “Not really sure…” I kind of lied, but thought I would tell some of the truth too, “My mommy and daddy and I went to Selegnasol this weekend for a vacation and they ended up adopting another little as a sister for me on the plane.” “Big sis or little sis?” Someone asked. “She’s bigger than me but littler?” Everyone nodded as if that odd statement made perfect sense… and I just continued on, “Anyway, apparently someone else wanted her and they’re not happy with my parents.” “That’s scary!” Jasmine said. “I know… I’m just glad I saw the woman just in time to jump out of her way. Otherwise I’d be a mindless baby right now. They had some sort of illegal hypnosis brain scrambler thingee in the stroller they were going to push me away in…” Several girls hugged me then and I knew that they understood how scary that was. Worse yet was that it was probably most of their fates to be stolen away like that… That depressing thought made some more tears go down my eyes before Madison said, “Okay girls, we need to go back to the dorm and freshen up before going to the stadium for the freshman class photo.” Funnily enough for some reason Madison seemed to look a bit sad at me then too and I wondered if she might have a heart after all? I doubted it. During the walk back I couldn’t help but note that even though I didn’t drink a ton of my water I definitely had to pee! ‘I really want to hold it until after the picture…’ I thought to myself. As we rode the elevator up to the second floor again I couldn’t help but release it into my diaper though. While I felt relieved I couldn’t help but worry about not having another diaper to change into. “Okay my little mice, why don’t you all go ahead and go potty and make sure your ready so we can go to the stadium and take our picture with the big kids.” “What are we wearing?” Alyssa asked, “Do we need our shirt from yesterday?” Madison giggled, “No, the big kids wear those tonight, but we just want to see all of you littles in your cute uniforms tonight. So make sure you straighten up and those of you who spilled juice on your blouse switch them out.” She paused and looked at Anaya, “I know that big glass was a bit much for you Anaya, so make sure you also get your uniform soaking so you don’t end up with any demerits for your uniform being dirty the next time you wear it.” I watched Anaya gulp and the other girls work on going to the bathroom. That was when she rounded on me, “You were doing the potty dance in the elevator so I’m guessing you have a wet diapee?” I sighed, “Yes Miss Madison, I wet my diapee.” “Do you have a spare with you in your backpack?” “I went through all of them today with the kidnapping incident…” I said with a sad look on my face. For whatever reason that must have been the right card to play, “Oh no sweetie! I can totally see that messing things up for you… Let me look at your diaper and see if it’ll hold on through the picture?” I stood still as she pulled my dress up and the girls who were still in the room got a view of my yellowed diaper that was beginning to droop. “Sweetie unfortunately this one’s about done. Let me see what I have in our changing supplies that might be small enough for you… What size do you wear?” “Newborn in little diapers or Size 1 in baby diapers,” I told her feeling tears nearing my eyes. “The smallest size I have in here is a Size 2 in Littles…” she said. “Stay right there sweetie, I’m going to go check our supply closet.” “Thank you Miss Madison,” I said. I let my skirt fall back down and noticed the other littles were shying away from me right then and trying to look busy over by their desks. I sighed, ‘Well… that’ll teach me to not have enough diapers… I hope she’s not bad when she changes me…’ Madison came back a moment later with a large box of ‘Comfee Plus Overnight’ little diapers with a large N on the size. “We’re in luck sweetie, they had a box of these hidden away in the closet!” I forced a smile and said, “thank you for looking…” “You’re very welcome,” she said as she opened up the box, “I’ve never actually seen anyone use this brand before here. Usually they just use them in the daycare centers…” My eyebrows went up a bit then and as soon as she pulled out the diaper I knew there was a reason for that comment. It was thick. REALLY thick! Before I had a chance to register my concerns though she picked me up and laid me down on the changing table, pushed my jumper out of the way, and pulled the tabs loose on my Pamper. “You know I’m so used to bratty littles I’m not used to a good baby girl like you,” she whispered in my ear. “I know you’ve been through a rough day so I’m not going to mess with you anymore.” I smiled in appreciation knowing that this time her messing with me wasn’t going to be in the form of anything but the humiliation of that diaper. Sure enough she gently used a baby wipe to clean me up before laying me down on the thick pad that was more pillow than diaper. As she taped it shut she said, “Oh my God you look so adorable!” I groaned internally but said, “Umm… Thank you Miss Madison.” She sat me down on the ground and I immediately lost my balance and fell on my rear. I heard a few giggles then but couldn’t tell who it was before Madison said, “Do you need help standing in your new diapee?” I soon found myself standing like an infant for the first time while holding onto her hands. The diaper was comically thick and I didn’t know how anyone could possibly walk in it ever! As she left me carefully balanced I got a look at the side of the box and realized there was a reason for it. One of the sides proclaimed it to be ‘The perfect diaper to keep your little girl dry and on her back or belly right where you leave her!’ “I’ll keep these here in case you run out again Stacy. Let’s put a couple in your backpack too just in case!” I just kept standing nervously hoping I wouldn’t fall over as she reached into my backpack and left two of them in the bag. They singlehandedly made the front compartment so full she couldn’t zip it shut! ‘And this is dry…’ I groaned. My dress looked like it was bubbled out from a petticoat or something - but I knew everyone would recognize it as a ridiculously thick diaper around here the moment they saw it. “Let’s line up my little mice!” she said a moment later. As soon as I tried to take a step towards the rope I fell straight onto my well-padded butt. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ With all of the hype you all had over the kidnapping incident I hope you’re not too angry about another escape! Let me know what you think! I really appreciate all of the comments and likes. Last weekend I ended up dealing with a cold and not able to write much, so hoping to do better this weekend. 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Like so many others, I can start to recall wanting nappies at around the same time the fog of infantile amnesia started to clear: age 2 - 4. For the most part, brief, autobiographical images: kneeling on my bed deliberately wetting my thick tartan pants, playing "babies" by wetting my swimming trunks outside, envying a nappy-clad sibling. I guess that makes me a native-born ABDL. I'd be interested to understand if this is innate or conditioned and how. From a lay-persons perspective, the very early manifestation of this behaviour (and it's frequently merely co-incidental relationship with sexual drive) make it hard to see this as a "fetish" as I understand that to be.