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So, @foofybabykitten gave me a prompt over on DA, "A young woman was born with the ability to read minds, she hears everyone's secrets, their lies, and because of that she ostracizes herself from everyone. When she meets a girl who doesn't think about her as a piece of meat, or a pity case, or even a freak, no she only wants to... baby her?" I feel like I did a good job with this one, I didn't compromise a lot of things, I did take out some words that had merit for the tone of the story, but I felt that someone reading it might feel negatively reading them and changed or softened them where I could. This story hurt a lot to write because it made me think about my own feelings of being insecure about what other's really think of me and I struggled greatly with it until I finished it. Overall I think I did justice to the prompt and like the finished product very much. I hope you enjoy it @foofybabykitten and I sincerely thank you for allowing me the opportunity to use your wonderful idea! A Second Thought By: RambleLamb ...tear that pussy up... ...fuck that pretty little mouth... ...cum all over your tits... ...rape you to death, jungle bunny... ....cut your fucking throat... ...cunt... ...dyke... Ugh. You know that feeling you get when you overhear someone's thoughts about you and no matter how hot or how long the shower is you just don't feel clean enough? No, I suppose you wouldn't, would you? I do, and I can tell you that it's just the absolute goddamned worst. When I was born I was "blessed" with a "gift". Those quotation marks are used because what I have is neither a blessing nor a gift. I can read people's thoughts. I know, it sounds like some superhero nonsense, but it's true, I hear what people are thinking ALL. THE. TIME. As a baby I didn't stop crying until I was about three, like constant crying, only stopping because I passed out from a day spent crying because I could hear people's voices when they weren't talking and it scared me. I could hear my parents thinking about what a mistake it was to have me, I could hear my mother mentally weighing the option of smothering me with a pillow or drowning me in the tub because she was so exhausted. I could hear my father thinking about abandoning my mother and I to go live with his girlfriend. Thanks to my "gift", I could understand thoughts even though I didn't understand language, neat, huh? I learned at a disgustingly young age that a lot of people are fucking disgusting human beings. Teachers, preachers, young, old, blood relatives, strangers on the street, so many people wanted to do terrible things and I heard them all. One time, when I was maybe four, my mother took me to the grocery store and there was a man in the dairy section that just kept repeating "kill". Nothing else, no specific target for his thought, just the one word. The weird thing was that he wasn't even thinking it in an angry way, it was calm and constant like he was repeating a number he didn't want to forget. When we passed by him I stared at him and he smiled and waved at me like a totally normal human being would to a small child, but his thoughts didn't change and it scared me so badly that we had to leave the store because I couldn't stop crying. Depression became my defining character trait pretty early on. Once you know that a shocking amount of people that see you think the most hateful and racist shit about you it kinda fucks you up. I stopped crying after a while, just becoming so overwhelmed with sadness that I couldn't even cope with the emotions anymore, retreating into myself and basically just becoming a husk of a person that went through the motions of her day to day life but thought about killing herself almost exclusively. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be sitting in a pizza parlor on your sixth birthday, family and classmates that your mother had to invite because you're a mute little weirdo that everyone avoids standing around the table singing "Happy Birthday" to you and smiling but you know they're thinking how they'd rather be anywhere else than at "Freaky Frankie's" birthday party? How fucked up is it that kids, little fucking children are thinking about hurting you because you're weird to them? What would you do if you could hear the thoughts of the various sexual predators in the establishment wondering what kind of panties you're wearing? I started cutting myself before my seventh birthday, I'd heard so many people thinking about self harm that it became a thing I couldn't stop thinking about. I actually glommed onto a girl in my class because her older sister came to pick her up one day and she was thinking about where on her thigh she could cut so her mother wouldn't find out. She'd been date raped at a party and had to get an abortion without anyone finding out and the guy that had assaulted her had taken pictures and was threatening her with them so she'd prostitute herself to him just to keep her friends and family from knowing what had happened. When she eventually killed herself I knew she was going to do it days beforehand but didn't say anything because she was so sad and hurting so badly that I wanted her to find the freedom she was seeking. I didn't get control of my ability until high school, maybe it was puberty or something, I don't really know, but it became a thing that I could not always have on and that helped me immensely. Having quiet in a room full of people shouldn't have been cause for celebration, but I started smiling and allowing myself to be happy for the first time in my life, started being more sociable, and actually made a few friends. The funny thing about school is that you're provided these opportunities at the start of every new year or new school you attend wherein you can change the person you are and kids being about as deep as a puddle on a hot day will forget the old you existed, by and large, and adopt the new you as someone else entirely. I wasn't "Freaky Frankie" anymore, I was just "Frankie" or "Francine" when people weren't hip to my preferred nomenclature, and it was great for longer than it probably should have been. I spent most of the time with my powers turned off, allowing myself to take people at face value and found that the world had done a complete one eighty for me. I no longer feared people because when they smiled at me and said nice things there wasn't any underlying thought process to be heard that betrayed that outward presentation. Girls talked to me about boys and we'd laugh about how cute someone's butt was and go to the movies and have sleepovers. Boys would talk to me like I was a person and occasionally compliment me on my appearance. The scars on my legs were still there, but I didn't feel the need to add to them because I had friends and life was a thousand percent easier without a peek behind everyone's curtain. When my dad killed my mom and then himself it surprised everyone, but the one person it shouldn't have surprised, the person that should have heard the warnings rattling around inside his brain, ended up being the most surprised. I blamed myself for what happened, hated myself for being too much of a coward to use what I had to change the course of events and protect my parents from what happened. Apparently they'd gotten into a fight over my dad cheating on my mom and the fight escalated to a point where he'd smashed her face into the cast iron tub in the bathroom. We couldn't even have a viewing for her because of how badly her head was damaged. When the principal had come to get me from class I listened to his thoughts. I'd been practicing in the library or at the bus stop, quieter places with less people to distract my focus and creating that background din that drove me crazy, honing my power to focus just on one person and hear only their thoughts instead of having overlapping voices from every direction cascading over my brain. ...goddamned tragedy... ...orphan... ...murdered... ...tits like her mother... ...should hug her... I didn't make it more than two feet from my desk before I fell to my knees and started bawling uncontrollably, screaming in pain and rage like some kind of lunatic, which everyone assumed I was now because I knew something terrible had happened without anyone telling me. I spiraled pretty far out of control in the years after my parent's death. I lost the focus I'd built up to keep my power from being stuck in the "ON" position and went back to crying day and night, the angry and hateful thoughts of the world around me serving as my only companion, pushing my own thoughts from my mind and infiltrating my personality and making me question which thoughts were from other people and which were my own. I felt like my identity had been taken over, that I'd become the things people were thinking about. When I walked from my house to the train station in my pajamas I was the racial slurs people thought, I was probably high on crack and going to sell my body for more because that's all a young black girl like me was good for. When I walked down the stairs to the train platform I was that crazy N word without shoes on that shouldn't be acknowledged because I was probably high and homeless and would just beg for money and when I stood at the edge of the platform and heard the train coming I was- Oh my God, don't do it, sweetie The arms were around my waist and pulling me back from the edge. Such a beautiful young woman I was sitting on the ground in those arms. Who hurt you? I was crying in those arms. You're safe now. The only thoughts in that moment, in that train station full of people taking video with their phones and talking about what had happened were the first truly positive thoughts I'd heard in my entire life. When I looked up at the face that owned those arms and those thoughts I saw a beautiful young woman smiling down at me, her green eyes gleaming with tears threatening to come pouring out at any moment. I've got you, Frankie. I was surprised to hear my name in her mind, but her smile reassured me and she passed knowledge through our eyes as we looked at each other, letting me know that we were sharing something that no one else could possibly understand. Go with the people that come for you and I promise I'll find you after. She nodded softly to me and helped me to my feet just as several security officers came to collect me, leading me away from her, through the sea of onlookers. My name is Gabrielle. Don't be afraid, sweetie. I- ...probably going to delay the trains... ...fucking crazy bitch... ...goddamn crackhead... Her thoughts disappeared as the thoughts of all the other people in the station swarmed around my mind and I lost sight of her in the crowd. Everything started to gray out and become fuzzy, the thoughts becoming muffled like I was hearing them through a thin hotel wall and I stumbled and fell but was caught and lifted off my feet and then there were no thoughts for me or from anyone else. When I woke up I was at the hospital and the world came flooding back all at once, my brain burning with the thoughts of people mourning, people worrying, people far away being happy as they looked at their new baby. I shut my eyes tightly and forced the world out, blood dripping from my nose and onto the paper gown I was wearing. Silence returned and I lay limply in the bed staring up at the ceiling, feeling the searing pain of all the thoughts hammering against my defenses in their attempt to have me acknowledge them. Frankie, are you okay? Gabrielle's mental voice slipped through without anyone else joining it and I opened my eyes to see her standing there. She truly was lovely. Her caramel colored skin was as warm and calming to look at as her mental voice was to listen to. She smiled with her slightly crooked smile and looked down at her folded hands that were rubbing each other softly and then back up at me with those emerald orbs. I promised to find you. I opened my mouth to speak but she put her finger to her lips and softly shushed me, the light sound sending a pleasant tingle up my back to the base of my skull. May I hold your hand? She looked at me with an inquisitive look that let me know she somehow knew I could hear her thoughts, her face taking on the expression to match the question her mental voice was asking. I nodded softly. Gabrielle approached the bed and pulled the chair beside it over so she could sit even with the top part of my body and reached out and gently took my hand in hers. I'm what's known as an Empath, Frankie. Do you know what that is? I shook my head slowly. That's okay, sweetie. Basically, it means I can feel what other people feel, their emotions come through to me when I make physical contact with them and I can help them when those feelings are bad or hurtful. Do you understand? I nodded. Normally I have to touch someone to feel their feelings, but you, you were radiating pain and anguish from you in waves from a block away and it hurt me so badly to feel all of your pain that I ran to you and made it to you before you could do what you were planning on doing. The tears formed in my eyes as I looked at her, a complete stranger that cared enough about me because of my pain that she ran to me to save my life. I leaned over and hugged her as tightly as I could, the tears falling freely from me now as I began to sob. Her arms wrapped around me and she rubbed my back in small circles. I'm so sorry that you've suffered so much because of your gift, Frankie, but I'm so thankful that I found you in time. She started crying with me, and we held each other and cried until the nurse came to inform us that visiting hours were over. Gabrielle came to visit me every day and we never said a single word to each other, she would hold my hand and think her thoughts to me and I would feel better day by day, visit by visit. When I was with her it was only her thoughts in my mind, all the negativity that surrounded me, the animosity, objectification and disdain was replaced by sweetness, tenderness and this sense of calm that I'd never felt before. I was truly at peace when she was with me and even though we never spoke the words, we loved each other. When I got released she was there to take me home but as she held my hand while the nurse pushed me down the hall in the wheelchair she knew that I didn't want to go home. You can stay with me for as long as you like. Her thumb gently caressed the top of my hand assuring me that she was there to take care of me. Gabrielle's apartment was a palace compared to my own and she smiled at me as we walked in, thinking words of thanks as she set my things down, having taken me to my place to pack a bag. She led me by the hand around the kitchen and living room and mentally gave me the nickel tour before guiding me to the couch where she sat with me facing her and held my hand with both of hers. Frankie, I need to explain something to you and I'm hopeful that you'll allow me to do so fully without being afraid. I looked into her lovely and loving eyes and swallowed hard before nodding. I love you, that is to say that I'm in love with you. You're the person I was meant to be with and I know this because the odds of someone that can read minds ending up with someone that can feel other people's emotions is astronomical, not to mention the fact that someone like me is exactly what someone like you needs in their life, right? I nodded and allowed myself to smile at her. I feel that you feel that I'm different for you. I know that you feel safe with me because you're thoughts are your own when you're with me and not filled with other people's, right? I nodded again. I feel that you feel loved and protected for the first time in your life because the intensity of your calm is as strong when you're with me as your pain was on that train platform. I nodded again. I feel that you feel love for me, sometimes it's romantic but more often than not it's something more akin to the love a child has for a parent. You love that I'm here to keep you safe and to take care of you and to never have negative thoughts about you, only ones of love. I wiped a tear from my eye and nodded once more. I'd like for you to focus on those feelings and let them fill you up completely. Feel calm and safe and loved. Feel love for me and feel only happiness and peace. I closed my eyes and did as she asked, thinking about her smile and the warmth of her hands on mine, thinking about her arms around me in the hospital and on the train platform, the love coming through her embrace and creating an impenetrable barrier that none of the bad things in the world could get through. She squeezed my hand gently. Good girl. Now, I want you to picture yourself getting smaller and smaller, keep imagining the world getting bigger around you and just when you start to feel afraid that everything around you is too big I want you to imagine me holding you in my arms and keeping you safe from anything that might hurt you. I saw myself getting smaller, but not staying the same, I was getting younger and shrinking as the years melted off of me. I drifted backward through time, back to the girl that lost her parents and then her mind, back to the girl that celebrated her birthday in a pizza parlor full of people that feared her or wanted to fuck her, back to the girl that had to leave the grocery store because she was afraid, and finally back to the baby that never stopped crying because the world around her was full of terrible thoughts that only she could hear but had no one to protect her from. The tears were flowing freely now as that sorrow began to fill me up, and then she was picking me up and cradling me in her arms, and the baby I'd become stopped crying and looked up at the face of its protector. Open your eyes, baby. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling face, her eyes red from crying along with me and she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I'd like to make that a reality for you. I'd like to be the arms that you lay in and the face you look up to, I'd like to be the mommy that that baby needs and has needed for her entire life. She stood up slowly and helped me to my feet, leading me from the living room and down the hall to the door at the end of it. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, sweetie, but I promise I'll be here to take care of you. Her hand went to the doorknob and turned it slowly before lightly pushing the door inward and allowing the room beyond to become visible. The wood floor was covered with a large white rug, the thick shag looking so soft and inviting. The walls were a soft lavender with cream colored curtains on the window. In the right corner was a dark mahogany rocking chair, a small pink chest to the left of it, the lid open with brightly colored toys of various sizes and materials piled up inside. To the left of that was a large mahogany crib with the side rails down, the light purple bedding within lay invitingly below a carousel shaped mobile with pastel animals of various types dangling motionless. I'd like this to be your room. Her hand gently squeezed mine as she moved into the room, not pulling me with her, but allowing me to make my way into the room at my own pace, my eyes moving around the room as I went in further. Next to the crib was an open closet, clothes hanging up inside creating a rainbow of bright and soft colors and materials and patterns. To the left of the closet was a dark mahogany changing table, a thick pad on the top and stacks of diapers and cubbies of diapering supplies beneath that. Her hand went to my back and softly rubbed it. I can leave you alone to explore at your own pace or you can leave if you want, we can go back to the living room and save talking about this room for later, whatever makes you feel the most comfortable is what we'll do. I stood there for a moment and allowed myself to feel the warmth of her hand through my shirt as it moved in its little circles. I slipped my shoes and socks off and walked onto the rug, feeling my feet swallowed up into the thick shag making my toes wiggle as a smile formed on my lips. I took a deep breath in through my nose, the soft scent of baby powder filling my nostrils and I felt calm wash over me. I turned slowly to her and stood silently as I looked down at the carpet and my wiggling toes. She was smiling when I looked up at her and seeing that smile made me smile. I reached out and put my hand in hers and allowed my feelings to pass through to her. I let the feeling of finding the only thoughts that mattered in the world fill me up. I let the feeling of finding the only person I'd been able to be truly comfortable and accepted by fill me up. I let the feeling of finally being loved and loving someone fill me up and I let them go to her before I let go of her hand and moved my hand up to my face, fanning my fingers out wide as I put my thumb to my chin, signing "mommy" to her. Gabrielle smiled and wiped tears from her eyes before she put her arms up to her chest and made a little cradle with them that she rocked to sign "baby" back to me before she opened her arms and welcomed me into them for a hug that cemented our bond and made us the family we were meant to be.

Millie stood alone at a poorly lit bus stop near the school she attended classes in. It was a late hour, most of the people who would be out and about right now were at home, comfy in their beds, or snuggled up to their loved ones watching netflix, with a few lucky ones doing other activities with their loved ones. Some were in clubs and bars, dancing or drinking the night into morning. Then there were the people like Millie, standing at a bus stop deep into the late hours of the night. Some of these standers were just waiting to get home from a long grinding day, others on their way to begin their day, and then their those like Millie. She had stayed late because one of her professors asked for help. She had not expected the project he needed help with was to see one of his best students naked, and then to stick his penis into her. Her curly red hair, the emerald green a-line dress, both showed some of the signs of her resistance. Her wool gray coat hid the rips to the dress, while also protecting her from the cold of the night. She didn't need to wait here, she was a gifted student, and could just as easily blink to her apartment, something she would of done any other night, but tonight, the young woman was afraid of a trace, or an intercept. She brushed one of her curls out of her face, which drew her attention to the crack in her glasses. She took the round glasses off, the silver frames were in good condition, which would make it hard to believe that they had been in her family for nearly 100 years. Her grandfather had worn them when he studied the hidden world of Japan, the first western magician to do so, with an invitation at least. The frames had absorbed some of the ghost magic of those regions, and had become valuable to Millie's family. The problem with them was that you needed to actually need glasses in order for them to work, which lead Millie to being a master of "life" as they liked to call the discipline, but was forced to keep the crappy eyes she was born with. The young woman popped the lens out of the frame, and held it up to the moon, then uttered a few short syllables, not words per say, but sounds that had been discovered the resonated with magical energies, and called forth the energies she then shaped with a few well practiced hand motions. The crack in the round lens was gone, and soon the glasses were all one piece, and returned to her freckled face, providing a thin glass barrier between her steel blue eyes and the world around her. The ghost sight, as her ancestor had called it, did not reveal ghosts as one might expect, instead it tapped into a realm in which the near future, present, and past, all blended, and with a skilled, and honed mind, someone who was always tapped into that realm could move forward and backward in brief snippets. That is what had saved her from her professor, he had successful fired his memory charm, but he had not accounted for the fact that Millie's mind, thanks to her glasses, was not completely in the present, but split between the present past and future. The charm was quickly broken, and Millie performed a simple gesture that send the professor flying into his own wall. Millie left before the professor got up from that. Which led her to standing here, in the cold, her feet dry only by the grace of knee high leather boots, and a ruined dress. What annoyed her most was that she had realized 10 minutes ago that their would be no more buses tonight, but she also realized that it didn't matter because she had no idea how to get from a back water town in Maine, to her home outside Boston with the public transit system anyways. That was the problem with magic, Millie decided. You get so used to the conveniences of it, that you forget how to function. She wished she could be like the blind, the normal people who never uttered their first chime, magic word, whatever you wanted to call it. She could've been one of those people, but she had to be born to a long line of magicians, ones that could point at legends and make a reasonable claim that that legend was about one of their ancestors. Nope, she didn't get to be a normal person. She never had a chance. With a sigh, Millie finally resigned herself to a quick blink. It was unlikely anyone was to follow her anyways, most magicians avoided shadow and phase magic at all costs. They were too new, and were not even a product of magical study, but a mistake made by blind scientists who had no idea what they were tapping into with their quantum physical studies. The Shadow in particular, a bad name for the practice of shifting gravitational forces in ways current science could not understand, to create spaces within spaces, was dangerous to most minds. It was Millie's ghost sight training that gave her the ability to maintain her sanity there. Of course, blinking was not shadow magic, just simple phase magic, a dimensional jaunt where she picked a point in another reality of this earth, one as close to the one she was in now, but her current location in that world would be her apartment, then it was like plucking a rubber band, pull the other reality into this one for just a moment, let it snap back, and then she just lets go before crosses over, and when things normalize, she is standing in her apartments living room. Sure sometimes she brings a gremlin, or a weird other-dimensional thing with her, but they rarely last more than a few minutes out of phase with their own reality. She took her coat off, and tossed it onto the couch in her living room, the lights detecting her movement and slowly turning themselves on. That was not a trick of magic, just simple technology. The same technology that turned her music on, turned her tea kettle on, and started reading the news headlines to her, all as she stripped her dress off, boots off, leggings off, and shook her hair out of its messy pony tail. In just a plain white bra, and equally plain white panties, she walked into her kitchen, her back marked with tattoos of a geometric shape, in which all the designs linked back to what looked like an Escher design tattooed into the small of her back. The tattoo itself was extremely colorful, and seemed to gradually shift, colors, shape, even position. In truth, it was always shifting because it was Millie's anchor into this reality, a complex magical structure she applied to herself allowing her to travel in and out of this reality, and not lose herself, nor lose the way back home. It was what got her into the school she currently attends. The Danford Academy of the Magical Sciences was one of the best places to study and perfect magic in the world. It was also one of the most dangerous places in the world, due to the whole learn by doing mentality the school took. This night was probably her last night there. Even though defending herself was justified, the spell she used was probably a mistake. If the professor even woke up from it, his mind would be schismed across multiple pocket dimensions that Millie had created on the fly. It wasn't that he didn't deserve that, but that the nature of the spell could of had serious repercussions, one of which being a collapse of reality in the area, or has physicists like to call it, a thermonuclear event. To be fair, Millie would be lucky if they just expelled her. The woman just poured herself a cup of tea from the kettle, and walked over to her glass kitchen table, her feet squishing into the thick, soft, wet carpet. Of course, her carpet was not supposed to be wet, but it still took her a moment to realize that something was off, and once she did, she realized her legs, and her panties were also wet. "Damn it, fucking bleedthrough," she muttered to herself, writing off the problem. In her mind, it was obvious, she flew to close to herself in another reality, and the two were bleeding through. Other reality Millie had just gone to the bathroom, and so this reality Millie peed her panties. Annoyed, Millie cast a small spell that wiped out the other Millie's bodily control, and than sealed her reality away, to prevent bleedthrough from continuing. *************************************** "Mills!," Christa shouted, seeing her red headed friend come out of the bathroom, then waved for Millie to come over to her. Christa was out hunting tonight, and the short hemline, and deep plunging neckline of her dress broadcasted that fact far and wide, although despite the blonde blue eyes, skinny body, and hooker dress, Christa was just striking out. Part of the problem was that the skinny body was not result of diet, but of intense exercise and personal fitness, and it turns out guys get turned off by girls with more visible muscle tone than they possess themselves. To Millie's credit, she was similarly built and toned, although she naturally carried her body fat in such away that she would never achieve those washboard abs, or perfect thighs, not without reducing the fat in her body into unhealthy extremes. "Any luck?" Millie said, plopping her purse on the table, pushing away the drink she had ordered before she left for the bathroom. She'd have to get another one now. "None at all," Christa replied, a little defeat in her eyes. "Maybe challenging them to an arm wrestling competition is the wrong approach?" she added, laughing at her own joke as she finished saying it. "Maybe tell them you are gymnast? That makes the guys jump after the girls in movies?" Millie said, a mirthful little smile on her freckled face. "By the time they figure out you are a champion Kung Fu master, it will be to late!" Christa gave her friend a sharp look, "Its Taakwondo, and you know that miss green belt." "Karata, kung fu... tomato tomato..." Millie continued on, still smiling, "I need to get a new drink Daniel-san, I will be right back." Millie grabbed her purse, and walked towards the bar before Christa could come up with a good comeback. Once Millie got the bar, she risked a glance back to Christa, who was staring daggers her direction. Millie just giggled, and told the bartender, "Sprite please, in a tumbler." "Trying to convince your friend you are drinking?" the bartender asked. "No, trying to convince these idiots," Millie responded, gesturing to the men in the bar, "That I am so that they will come hit on me and I can redirect them to my friend." "How is that working out for you?" the bartender said, filling the tumbler with sprite. "About as well as you would expect a sitcom set up to work in reality," Millie said, flashing the bartender a smile, and putting a ten dollar bill on the counter, before walking back to Christa, "Got a come back yet?" "Shut up," Christa said, then started to laugh, her blue eyes lighting up with mirth. Millie soon caved in and started laughing herself. "Ok, I am driving," Millie said, as Christa stumbled out of the bar, "Where are your keys?" Millie asked, as she searched through her friends purse. "Psh, you are as drunk as me," Christa said, "More drunk! I havn't pissed me pants yet!" she continued on, pointing to the growing puddle under Millie. Millie had felt herself start peeing, but she was far more concerned with something else that was happening in that moment, and she was very happy, and unhappy, that she had worn bicycle shorts under her dress. At least the mess was contained. She tried to stop it, pinch it off, but the more she tried, the more it seemed to push its way out, and when the smell finally hit Christa, Millie was already in tears. "Did you just..." Christa started to ask, and Millie just nodded. "It just... I don't know... I had nothing but sprite," Millie answered, now doing a waddle walk towards Christa's car, trying not to spread the mess around more. Christa sighed and tried to comfort her friend, "Maybe someone managed to slip something in your drink? There are a lot of weird fucks out there that would like to torture women? Did you ever lose track of one of your drinks?" Millie shook her head as they got to the Jeep that Christa drove around everywhere, despite complaining about its gas mileage, "Just the one from when I went to the bathroom, and I didn't touch that one." Christa shrugged, "Maybe just bad food then," then opened her side door, and pulled a towel out of the back of the jeep, tossing it to Millie, "Come on, put that down, and drive us home, we can get you cleaned up and some pepto, I am probably to drunk to remember this tomorrow, so shiny, right?" "You're not that drunk," Millie said, realizing that once she sits down, the mess is going to get a lot worse. "But thanks for the sentiment." Christa just nodded and climbed into the Jeep.

Just got paddled on my messy diaper. It took a lot of swats to get through this thick diaper, but it did. Got 45 swats on each butt cheek with a pocket paddle. My butt was still a little bit tender from my paddlings Saturday. Don't think that the paddle is done with my butt for the day, there may be more to come. It's already sore to sit.

Who cares if he was gay? This guy perhaps deserves to be remembered as the "Godfather of the AB/DL Community".

Preamble My name now is Samantha Smith; could you think of a less inspired name to give someone living in the suburbs? I mean seriously, what were they thinking? It was not the name I was born with, but it was the name I was given when I came to this country in 1996. Prior to that I was Biserka Kasun. Now, I am Sam. I don’t like to remember my life prior to living here, it makes me sad; and I remember bad things. I choose not to remember as often as I can, but sometimes the memories are like water in a cup, they runneth over and I can’t help but remember, and that makes me sad. My Mum is very good at helping me with my memories, we have all sorts of techniques to drive them and the ghosts they summon away. We use a method called memory substitution, which means that when I begin to remember the bad times, I actively steer my brain into remembering something else. My doctor says that it is like driving a car; and swerving to avoid a hazard in the road. It works okay, but sometimes I can’t, and I remember. Maybe someday, I will be able to remember with out being sad, but now it is easier to avoid it. What I am about to write today is as much for me as it is for you, I am going to tell you about myself as much as I feel comfortable doing. Hopefully it will tell you about what I am able to do, and what I am able to overcome. I came to this country in 1996, I was a broken creature, I didn’t speak English, and I was scared. I was adopted by my Mum, Doreen Smith. She moved Heaven and earth to bring me here, and although I was not grateful then, I am more than grateful now. I was adopted out of a Red Cross orphanage when I was 14 years old. It was 1996 and the war had just ended. It was awful, my world as I had known it was shattered. I woke up in hospital, I didn’t know what happened to my family, I didn’t know where my village was, I didn’t know where I was. All I did know is that I was lost, and I was alone. Chapter 1 I awoke to babble, complete and total nonsensical babble, later I was to learn this babble, but for now it was babble. There were people walking around, people shouting, people crying, it looked like utter chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, a woman walked up to my bed and spoke to me in a language I understood. “Како се осећаш?" How are you feeling? In fairness I hadn’t been giving that any attention, now that I thought about it, I hurt. It was an everything all-over hurt. The kind you get when you combine years of living rough, not enough food, and an explosion. There was kindness in her eyes, but I had seen kind eyes turn to razors before, I did not trust her. “Добро...” Okay… (For ease of writing I am now going to switch over entirely to English) She appeared surprised by my calm answer, she pressed on. “Do you hurt anywhere? You very hurt when you were brought in to us, we had to fight to keep you alive.” “What…what happened?” “There was an explosion, you were caught in the blast and you must’ve hit your head, you have been in and out of consciousness for a week, we had to do emergency surgery when you were brought in, you had severe internal injuries, and have several broken bones.” I remember the explosion, or rather I remember the moment of the explosion, we were celebrating a victory. “Where am I?” She was speaking, but not like a native, like someone who learned how to speak, as an adult, her phrasing was clumsy, although her words were correct, they were wrong at the same time. “You are at the Red Cross hospital in Sarajevo” Sarajevo!? This was the land of the enemy, of the hated Bosnian. I guess I was starting to look agitated, because the woman was telling me to calm down. I decided to obey, I needed to plan my escape back, to continue the fight. I needed to heal, and make good my escape, playing a docile patient seemed like a good way. “Okay” I said as meek as you please, “I’ll calm down”. “Good, now I have some questions for you, if you feel up to it.” I didn’t, but playing along would help me build trust. “Okay” She started out simple, name (I lied), place of birth (I lied) age… “I am 13” “Your family?” “They are all gone” “Oh… everyone?” “Yes” I turned on the waterworks a bit here to sink the point home. She stopped her questioning at my tears, and looked at me. I looked back, she was looking at me like she knew something, something about me. We held this standoff until she finally broke the stillness. “We are well aware of who you are Biserka, we know where you came from, and we know what you have done.” It was at this point I realised that I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because we were not speaking Serbian my native tounge, we were speaking Bosnian. I must have had a stunned look on my bruised face, I mean I followed the steps I was trained to follow, I told them the lies I recited, I followed my training exactly! It was not enough. I moved my right arm, and noticed that I was attached to the bed, I was in handcuffs, the game was over. My name is Biserka Kasun, I am 13 years old and I am a war criminal. Prior to this, I was a successful soldier, my doe eyes, small figure, and skills with language made me a skilled infiltrator. I spoke Bosnian, I spoke Croation, and of course I spoke Serbian. I would walk around, and look at stuff. Sometime I would leave them a grenade. It depended on the day. That was when I was a child. Now that I am older, I am given more responsibility. I was given training on how to shoot, and shoot I did. But not the UN men at first, first it was just the dirty Bosnians. They were not people, they were less. I had been taught this, and I was a very good student. So, I shoot. Men mostly, sometimes women, sometimes children. It doesn’t matter, what does matter is that I am doing a good job, and that my Papa is proud of me. Then it all changed. The UN men were advancing, the Bosians were advancing, we Serbs, we proud Serbs were retreating. We made them pay for the ground with blood. They payed us back, with mortars. Sometime during our long retreat I became famous, my name was known and spoken of with equal parts fear and disgust. I was able to stay, stay behind and hold ground to cover the retreat of my Papa and his men. I fired upon the column of UN men. Their blue hats sure are easy to spot. Some of them fall by my hand. Then warmth a warmth blossomed in front of me and blackness surrounds. I awoke to babble. Chapter Two After a positive identity had been made of me, things started to move rather quickly. I was going to be in recovery for some time. The extent of my internal damage was not yet totally known. They knew that they had stopped the haemorrhaging, but they were unsure of any long-term prognosis. What was known for certain, is that I was going to remain in custody. I was wanted by the Hague, and they are not an organization that hold or releases people on a whim. It takes some serious doing to get any traction with them. So, that is that. I am in custody, and I am still recovering. The Red Cross doctors and nurses, will have my undying gratitude. Yes, I was a war criminal, but to their credit, I was like any of the scores of wounded people around me. Just a person needing care. I am not going to bore you with the details of my care under the Red Cross. Suffice to say, that they took care of me and helped me heal. What I will talk about is what happened after I was discharged from hospital and taken for questioning. Once again the U.N. forces are to be commended on my treatment, I was not abused, even though as a de-facto terrorist, I had no legitimate legal standing under the Geneva convention. I was well treated, my ongoing medical needs were met promptly, I had access to facilities to bathe, I had (for the first time in many, many years) a bed. It was like Heaven. I am not trying to make it sound like it was all sunshine and rainbows, I was still a detainee after all. I was handcuffed for transports, I was supervised at all times, but it was a very comfy detainment. During this time, I was healing, I was being (as I would later learn) deprogrammed from the doctrine of hate. Hate that had been drilled into me by my Father and all his cronies. I learned that I was the monster, I was the subhuman, not because of my race or my religion, but because of my actions. It was a terrifying conclusion to reach about myself. It was the true beginning of my mental healing. Several months after being wounded, I am left with several grim reminders of the war and the explosion that ended my war. I have some scarring on my ribs from shrapnel, a milky weal of a burn on my upper arm, some lash marks between my shoulder blades (my Father gave me those), and a bullet scar under my right collar bone (I don’t know where that came from, but it is there). Not to mention the scars from the surgeries -which are extensive- but not as fun to talk about. The only lingering side-effects from being blown up are all minor, all save one. I have post concussion disorder, means I get wicked bad headaches from time to time. They can be triggered by bright lights, or sustained high Hz noises. I have some minor nerve damage which causes me to have a pronounced limp. The big one, the one that is not at all a gentle minor reminder of my dance with an exothermic reaction is that I am incontinent. For those of you who are not aware of that incontinence is let me explain. Incontinence is the inability of one to control the flow of urine or faeces. Put in the crudest terms I can think of: I piss and shit myself on the regular. It sucks. I mean, I am not missing a limb (which is more debilitating in my mind), but needing to wear diapers again carries with it a stigma, a shame. I am unable to feel myself urinating, it just happens. The only hint I get that I have peed is I feel the blossoming of warmth in my diaper. Messing is a bit different, I can’t control it, but I at least know that it is coming. It is unpleasant, but it is a reality that I have learned to cope with. But back to the story: I was a detainee, it sucked learning about my conditions, and the limitations that they imposed on me, but I was alive. I was questioned, frequently, over and over, again and again. One day the interviewer said something that will forever stick in my mind. “What are you doing still playing defence for your Father, if he truly cared about you and your well-being, he would never had subjected you to such rigorous indoctrination. Your Father is a monster, he took his daughter, and created a weapon in her place.” Maybe I was worn down after all the interviews, maybe I was being manipulated yet again, what ever it was his statement struck a chord in me. He was right, after all of the deprogramming, I had to come to grips with the fact that I was alone, and I was a prisoner. He had left me there, left me there to hold the line so he could make good his escape. It was at that moment I decided to tell all. No more stonewalling, no more deflecting, no more bullshit. I told. The results from my tell-all were revolutionary to the interviewer. I told them everything, from tactics (which they knew anyway), to weapons caches, to what I new of future plans. Suffice to say it was earth shattering for the intelligence people to have such knowledge come from a broken damaged little girl. When the time for my tribunal was upon me, I was nervous. Here I am, a 13 year-old girl in diapers, on trial for war crimes. My defence counsel was on my side the whole way, I cooperated with authorities, and the information I had given up led to seizures, arrests and a reduction in harm to all concerned parties. A deal was struck, and I was released. Now released is a bit of a misnomer in this case, I was still a minor, what to do with me? There was talk of repatriation, but that was swiftly shut down. I had informed. If my Father or any of his ilk were to gain knowledge of my whereabouts, I was dead. It was decided that I would be adopted out to a Western family. That was a hard sell, I am damaged goods, plus I wanted to stay. My opinion was to let me go and be done with me, but as a minor my words on my future were given very little weight. Then my rescuer appeared, she was a Red Cross nurse who had worked in the refugee camps. She spoke my language, and she spoke English. A story was concocted that I was an orphan from said camps, and the she took pity on me and decided to take me home with her. Blah blah, emotional tripe. Summed up, she adopted me and brought me with her back to Canada. A country I had no heard of before, to a town I had not heard of, speaking a language I did not know. At the time I hated her, I wanted to go home. Many years later, I now feel gratitude and appreciation for what she did. Chapter 3 I arrived in what was to be my new country feeling a feeling that I had long thought lost to me; fear. I was not alone, my new mother Doreen was with me. In the orphanage, I had turned 14. Although I was now a teenager good and proper, I felt like a scared little girl. The flight was my first experience on a plane, my first airport, my first time going anywhere outside of my country (at least while conscious). I had been practicing my English, and although I was not fluent, I was able to make my needs known. Thankfully Doreen spoke Serbian, and we mainly conversed in my mother tongue. Deplaning, we made our way out into the concourse, while walking Doreen asked me in English. “How are you doing?” I, misunderstanding her question answered in a flurry of Serbian. “How should I be doing?? I have been taken from my home into a country that is not my own, with a person who is no kin to me, authored by an organization that I do not trust? Really you dare ask me that!?” Her eyes got sad, and she answered in English. “That is not what I was talking about.” Switching to Serbian “I was trying to be discreet, but how is your diaper? Do you need to change?” I am sure I blushed a million shades of red at that point. Truth be known, I was not sure how my diaper was, being unaware of when I go does not make me a good arbiter of the state of my diapers. I gave my crotch a cup, in a very unladylike fashion I must say. “I am pretty wet, I think. I should change.” The method I used to check my diaper was not at all subtle and had people been looking at me I am sure would have caused a scene. But Doreen to her credit did not chide me for my obvious diaper check, she just nodded and led me by the hand to the lady’s washroom. “Do you need a hand, or do you think you can manage it on your own?” The words slipped from her mouth, and I am very glad that they were not said in English, all the same I am sure I blushed beetroot. “I can manage it, I think.” I walked into the open stall and closed the door behind me. Lowering my pants, I assessed the extent of the damage. My diaper was swollen, and after unsnapping the onesie I wore, it sagged pretty much down to my knees. I looked at my diaper, and I was saddened that this had become my life. But, this was no time to reflect on my situation, I got down to the business of changing. There are certain noises that wearing and changing a diaper makes, rustling, etc. The worst sound, the sound that announces to the entire world what I am doing is the sound of tapes being removed, and replaced. Any women who has changed a diaper can recognize that sound from a mile off. I removed my sodden diaper, grateful that it was only wet. That will change soon enough I guess, but as it is a public change, I am just glad that I didn’t stink. Having done that I wiped myself down, and got my new underwear ready to go. A few well-placed Serbian curses later, I was changed, and feeling dry. I balled up the old diaper, and replaced my pants. Exiting the stall, I saw a woman about the same age as Doreen give me a funny look. I just looked back at her, hard. It is none of her business what I was doing, and she should not concern herself with it. It is an attitude I cultivated in the orphanage, and it is the attitude I practice to this day. Yes, I was changing my diaper, and no I am not ashamed by that. It keeps me as positive as I can be about the whole situation. Leaving the bathroom, I spot Doreen and I rejoin her, we make our way out of the terminal, and get into a taxi. Soon we are on our way to Doreen’s (and now my) house. Arriving at a rural road crossing we get out of the cab at Doreen’s suggestion to walk the rest of the way. I acquiesce, after all this sitting it will be nice to stretch my legs.

I’ve learned over the years that it makes no sense to try & figure out why we as individuals are wired so independent of one another. It’s just more important to know that we are. Over the years I’ve become completely tolerant of others desires and needs as long as they do not mean harm to anyone. Personally my “wiring” has changed a lot and the things I do today define me and I’m happy with the outcome. So it should be that way for others as well. Because of that I’m able to just view others as human without judgement. Life, for me, is just more relaxing and rewarding that way...

As long as YOU are Okey with it and dont bother anyone else NO need to feel ashamed dear Like Spark says i agree . Just let things go the way it goes dear & ENJOY youre Little time

What about ones with cute sayings. Many of us in past years had intimate contacts with something like this?

I prefer vinyl. It has been my fetish since I was 5 years old in 1980. I have in my collection: Gerber Toddlers from the 80s (4 pairs), toddler size Safety 1st from '96 (40+ pairs). In adult size I have yellow Rearz nursery print (2 pairs), Haian black bikini (2 pairs), Haian red bikini (3 pair), Haian blue bikini (1 pair), Haian raindrop bikini (1 pair), Leakmaster white bikini (2 pairs), Leakmaster white full (3 pairs), Priva clear (1 pair), Careactive full clear (2 pairs), DMI white full (1 pair), Quik Sorb white full (1 pair). I'm making up for lost time when I was unable to afford even one of the listed above.

I love when someone squirms or wiggles around while I am changing their diaper. I enjoy holding them down with one hand while I continue changing them with my other hand. Squirming around feels more authentic to me.

Yes, and it's all part of the process. I think we all go through it at own pace. The access to information and understanding that there are many others who are similar is so much greater than it was back when I was younger. At 20 I literally thought I was the only one who felt this way. For the longest time, it felt morally weak to wear a diaper and tried to limit my use. As I got older I began to accept that it was part of me, and wondered how I could it make medically necessary. Slowly (and in my case it was slow) I finally came to grips that I like to wear to diapers and regress My advice is to let it happen naturally. If you feel like regressing, regress, if you don't- don't.

I definitely have my own "style" and I do plan to stick to it, it is my story after all but I do think different writers and readers can give advice I might miss. I may use a few extra words that muddle a description or maybe too few to be detailed. I am very interested in others points of views and input but please remember that I do ultimately have the final say on my story. That's not too say I don't appreciate input. For example, my last book I had one guy who told me to be less descriptive. Not to use the brand name of a particular thing. That was his opinion and mine differed. But when he caught a part that did have too many descriptions, I took his advice and wittled it down.

Jesus fuck I'm actually crying.... ? Just wow just all the fucking feels..... I just want to scoop this sweet girl up and hold her..... Jesus kid I've had those thought and I haven't gone through even of fraction of that.....

Whaaaaaat?! That's craziness! I am smiling and blushing so hard right now, thank you!

Make me proud sweetie !

Chapter 2. Messy Diapers & Lives. (Continued III) With each sip of my bottle Lilly was humming away at whatever song was playing on the radio….radio Disney to be more specific. “Under the Sea, Under the Sea. My baby’s D-I-A-P-E-R’S are wetter take it from me.” Yep it was obviously Lilly was enjoying herself far more than I was. Sure with each sip of my iced coffee baba, the scenery changed and due to these tinted windows despite the traffic nobody really saw this oversized baby drinking his second bottle of the day. I should have said something, I should have “manned up” and stopped this before it snowballed. But I had no clue about the upcoming event, in truth. I was right where I needed to be, drinking from what I needed to be drinking from, wearing what any baby should wear and finally spending time with the woman who was both my lover and mommy. I knew I was in the right place as a smile crept across my face which caught the attention of Lilly who was looking at me in the rear view mirror. “Awww now that’s what Mommy loves to see, a HAPPY BABY.” "Yesh mommy, pauwey ish a happy baby. Where are we going?" I asked still with the bottle in my mouth much like the pacifier giving me that baby lisp “Never you mind.” Lilly replied with a smile, “Mommy’s got it all covered. All baby needs to do is make sure that nice yummy baby is all gone by the time we get there.” “Yesh Mommy” I meekly replied as I went back to sucking down my bottle as I opened and closed my legs, the overwhelming scent of baby powder and fresh diapers puffed out from the opening my shorts. As the sweet scent of infant hood wafted over me, giving me chills and event getting my downstairs member to stand at attention. In full on baby mode I resumed sucking in one fluid motion, trying to finish my “baba” for my Mommy before we got to wherever she was taking me. Almost an hour and half later I had previously finished my bottle which saw Lilly placing my “binky” into my mouth with such delight as we finally pulled into an industrial part of the city of Waterloo, Ontario as we pulled up next to a non-descript building except for the very noticeable big purple & yellow sign out front which read…….. “REARZ: The Diaper Authority” Time seemed to stand still again, much like our originally meeting back in 2014, when Lilly had me wet my diaper in public where the moment seemed to last forever, this moment of me sitting in a car sucking on an adult pacifier and wearing a onise and a diaper from the very store we were now parked in front of was beyond a dream or nightmare. It was reality, my reality. “Surprise baby, we’re HERE”, Lilly replied in a sing song voice. “As baby knows he’s running low on HIS pampers. So mommy is going to make sure baby has ENOUGH pampers to last for quite some time.” She tapped me on my nose before she got out of the car, as time still moved incredibly slow as I couldn’t help but get a glimpse of myself looking back at me through the reflection in the window. Buckled into the backseat, wearing obvious baby cloths, shorter than short shorts giving way to my diapered crotch all this while still holding onto an empty baby bottle. There was no denying what was looking back at me, a baby, an adult baby named Pauley. I was filled with shame, excitement, pride and humiliation all at once but before I could register any of these emotions the reflection vanished as Lilly opened up the car door with nothing but the biggest smile on her face as she gave me the once over. “Awww, what a good boy making all those num-nums in his baba ALL GONES!!!!!” Lilly replied in an overly sickly sweet tone reserved for actual nursery school workers. Plus her tone really isn’t what I would have called an “indoor voice” but in an empty parking lot none of that matter anyways. “Oh, Mommy’s got a helper too?”, Lilly squealed as she noticed me put up my empty bottle not to actually hand it to her but to set it aside. It didn’t matter, though Lilly’s “Mommy” colored glasses this was her baby handing back his bottle. “Well thank you very much baby and don’t worry Mama’s got plenty more baba’s for you later. Yes she does, yes she does. But here let’s get baby to suck his paci. Open WIDE” “Lilly…I…No….I mean I can’t go in there like this sucking my...........” It was no use, my please fell on deaf ears as Lilly jammed my binky back into my mouth. “Oh silly baby, sweetie you’re wearing a diaper that THIS store makes, I’m pretty sure they’ve seen LOTS of little boys and girls wearing there diapee’s. Maybe not as cute as you but all the same. So wearing a diapee and sucking on a binky in this store is like fish swimming in water. It just makes sense. Now come on, I don’t want a fussy baby in there. If you make a scene mommy will spank. Understand?” I nodded my head yes as Lilly unbuckled my seat belt and took my hand as she leaned over and whispered. “Trust me okay? Remember I said there would be some humiliation but ALWAYS when we’re together and in safe place. Paul this is a SAFE place I promise.” I nodded as Lilly removed my sunglasses, hand in hand we walked & waddled up to the front door with a sign that said “open” on it and held my breath as Lilly opened the door. “Good morning, I’ll be out in a moment” A voice said as we entered into the store from around the corner, there was a little bell attached to the door so that’s how our presence was known. At least it wasn’t from the sound of my sucking my “binky” or the crinkling my diapers were making with each step. “No rush”, Lilly replied. Still holding onto my hand we walked further in and you knew what store this was. Plastic pants hung off the wall along with diaper samplers as well. What caught my eye was the wall full of ABU diapers, along with Bambino’s and of course the Rearz diapers as well. Of course Lilly also saw what I did and made no bones about keeping it quite. “Awww, well I think were in the right place Mister.” She said as he dragged me over to the wall as she picked up a Rearz Safari sampler. “Although I hope this isn’t all they have to keep MY baby dry he’s gonna need more than just two diapee’s.” “Oh we have MUCH more than just two.” Lilly & I turned around to see a woman standing there, dirty blond hair, wearing a pair of khaki pants with a long sleeve black shirt with the words ‘REARZ” scrolled across the front with a Yellow diaper pin on the side with a set of glasses helping to frame her face with smile. “Hi, my name is Laurie and welcome to Reaz.” “Hi Laurie, I’m Lilly and this is my little man Paul.” I blushed at the comment of little man, but I was even redder as this total strange gazed at me sucking a pacifier. “Hi, and my, my, my Paul that is a very handsome shirt your wearing. I should know it’s from our collection here at Rearz it’s a pleasure to meet you both. We just love it when our customer’s come in wearing EVERYTHING we offer I assume.” “Oh yes Pauley is head to toes in everything Rearz, especially his bum-bum” Lilly made sure to “pat my ass” loud enough as the muffled sound of a padded behind came off as loud as it could be. Causing me to blush even further. “Safaris are my little boy’s favorite, he makes all of his pee-pee’s and poopies in them” Lilly added “No, liwwy i don'th mawe poopiesh in my diapersh.” , I strongly tried to retort, remembering to keep my binky in my mouth. My response came off just as babyish as one would think. “Awww, that’s so cute.” Laurie replied, I was SHOCKED somebody actually thought a grown man using diapers for their intended purpose was cute. “ We’ve had customers before obviously show off their ABDL side during the checkout bit you two are one of the first to see walk into the store in fully Mommy and Baby mode. I mean wearing onise and diapers almost on full display and you Lilly openly talking about Pauley’s potty habits. It’s just so cute, may I?” Laurie asked, may she what I wonder but when Lilly nodded her head as Laurie walked forward and reached her hand around my back and padded my diapered behind just like Lilly did earlier. I could have died and yet I would have considered this moment heaven on some sort of level. I was euphoric and I guess my goofy face showed it. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say my little boy would like to show you his onise without that shorts in the way.” My eyes grew wide at Lilly’s suggestion but they almost bugged out at Laurie response. “I’d love a little fashion show.” And without a second thought or even permission from myself, Lilly grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulled them down. Leaving me standing in an adult diaper store clad in nothing but a pair of diapers and a onise sucking on a binky in front of two women. “How adorable he looks.”, Laurie replied “Indeed, now baby do a spin for Mommy”, Lilly said it was more a statement than request as she took my arm and spun be around giving Laurie a good look at my padded rear. It was obvious I was in diapers as some of the plastic hung out of the side. “Hmmm, no plastic pants?” “No, not yet anyways. That’s why we’re here today looking for lots of diapers and other things to help keep my baby dry, because a dry boy is a happy boy.” Lilly happily replied. “Well you’re certainly in the right place.” Laurie said “And speaking about dry boys, let Mam check your diaper sweetie, he had a baba on the way over.” Once again Lilly speaking about me like I wasn’t even there, as she bent down and placed her finger into the side of my onise & into my diaper. “All DRY, good boy.” Lilly said joyfully as I just continued to burn even redder than a roasted tomato. “Now step out of your shorts hunny so we can start shopping for some pampers.” “Me, weep shhorthsh on. I don'th wanna having laurie sheeing my diapersh.”, I meekly replied hoping to keep some of my dignity which was fading fast “Nuh-uh baby, it’s time for some public exposure. Now Mommy will have you back in pants by the time we leave, plus both Mommy Lilly and Laurie think you look just so cute in your onise and diapers anyways.” With that any hope I had was snuffed out as I stepped out of my shorts which Lilly placed in her purse. Grabbing my hand we followed Laurie into the store which quickly opened up to a larger show room. Both women walked behind me as I was made to waddle in front of them, giggles pats on t my behind and cute little baby talked followed. “Oh my Lilly he certainly has that Rearz waddle down to art. Yes he does his puffy pampered butt” Laurie replied as she gently padded my rear end, it was obvious Laurie was not only familiar with those ABDL scene but actively took part in the lifestyle. Speaking to a grown man as if he were a true diaper wearing toddler didn’t seem any out of the ordinary to her whatsoever. “He sure does (more pats on the behind), Pauley could lead a parade…PAMPERS ON PARADE that is. Although will need diaper checks and changes on the route through.” Despite all the light hearted teasing from two very wonderful women, I felt safe being teased by them as compared to what a strange would react to the scene in front of them. We stopped in front of a rack of plastic pants as Laurie really expressed the benefits of plastic pants to Lilly while showing off all the pretty colors and prints. “Extra wide, all the room for even the thickest pampers from Rearz, plus now little Pauley will have NO LEAKIES during his nap times, especially when Mommy and baby sleep together?” “Oh yes, he’s my pampered pillow cuddle bug.” With that Lilly pinched my check and again padded me on my behind before kissing me on the cheek. “ Mommy certainly wouldn’t want baby’s diaper to make leakies all over the bed, hmmm….Laurie would you mind we I tried on pair on him?” WHAT? “Sure, here try this yellow jungle print ones.” “Perfect, so adorable like my baby.” Lilly said taking the plastic pants in one and then in the other grabbed my crotch snap and in one motion had then un popped leaving my onise open as Lilly pulled the extra fabric up reveling my diapers to Laurie in full as Lilly announced. “Diapee check” And without even asking discreetly, Lilly took her finger and placed in in the side of my diaper where my though met and pressed it against the padding. “Oh, hmmmmm just a bit damp. Did baby make a few tinkles? He did, didn’t he. Good boy. Now one second what about STINKES?” Lilly proceeded to pat my behind before pulling away the waist band of the diaper from the back. “NOPE, all clean.” Lilly said proudly “That’s a good thing too; Auntie Laurie HATES the smell of poopy diapers.” “It’s a good thing he already made his poopies before we came. Now hunny step into the plastic panties please.” I was deep in embarrassment & euphoria at this point, it was like the lights were on but nobody was at home. My body went through the motions of stepping into the plastic pant leg hold as Lilly pulled up the pants and admired the fit as she snapped my onise back into place. “Consider these pair SOLD.” “Great, I have some other things to show off.” More “salesperson-ship” continued with Lilly nodding her head and buying four more pairs of plastic pants. I just stood there sucking on my binky hoping I would fade away. But it was obvious Lilly wasn’t all there as she kept looking for at a play pen set up near an isle way as a display with a large teddy bear sitting in there. “You know Laurie I’m sorry. I just forgot what a handful it could be bringing a baby out shopping.” What? Handful I was anything but a handful. I was a good boy. I mean I wasn’t causing trouble, for Christ sakes I was standing in a onise and diaper and I didn’t throw a tantrum. What did she mean? “Oh Lilly it’s fine, he’s been just perfect.” Laurie said “Oh yes I agree it’s just his thick diaper is slowing us down and I wanted to ask you something without my little boy listening. So I was looking at that play pen over there, would it be alright if he just sat in there for a while?” “Oh well, if he can fit and be a good boy. I don’t see any reason why he couldn’t” “Great, come on hunny time to sit in a play pen.”, Lilly said as she walked me over and she helped me climb over and sit in the pen. It was a tight fit as my diapers were now even more visible as I hand to sit Indian style with the teddy bear still in the playpen. “Who’s a cute baby, you are, YES YOU ARE PAULEY.” Lilly said with excitement as she got a picture of me in the playpen. Showing it off to Laurie they both agreed I should have been in the playpen from the start. I was told to be a “good boy” as the ladies left as I could hear Lilly saying…. “Oh yes will need about FIVE cases of the Safari’s, Mommy gotta keep baby in fresh diapers.” FIVE cases? How many diapers were in a case? How long was she planning on keeping me in them? What about when my parents come home? And what is somebody saw me like this? All these questions where swimming in my head. I mean I was in a store, sitting in a playpen with my diapers exposed for ANYBODY who walked in to see. I was getting scared now, sure with Lilly at my side I was turned on with the whole thing. But now I was alone, sure I could hear the faint echoes of the two somewhere in the back but the most predominate sound was my diaper crinkling every time I shifted my weight along with the rhythmic sound of my sucking. It was soothing, so soothing in fact I laid my head down onto the teddy bear as my eyes began to get heavy and soon enough I was taking a nap inside a playpen…… “Awwww, ISN’T THAT THE CUTEST THING?.” Was I dreaming? No I was too tried to dream. I’ve got to open my eyes, what did I do this time? WAIT WHO’S VOICE IS THAT? 2B Continued............................................. (Authors Real Life Note: Rearz Diaper Authority is a fantastic store where owner/operator Laurie really understands about the AB/DL thing be you just into diapers, or bottles, bibs and everything else under the sun. It's a great retailer to use and if you ever the get the chance in the Waterloo are in Southern On to visit the store even just to buy a sample pack. The people there are quite understanding and great fun to be around.)

A diaper will not help protect you from a proper spanking

18.) I stirred. The whole thing was dizzying, and when I sat up on the bed, my head hurt and my chest felt heavy. The whole room was still spinning, but I'd been in the trance for over six hours. I held my head in my hands and tried to make sense of the two people spinning around me. "Hey..." "Describe the way your body feels to me." Elyx was curious about that aspect - if there was any physical dissociation - did the boy wake up feeling like he should have breasts? Would it be possible to invoke those feelings? So much of this fascinated Elyx, and it was only because of Isabelle that the boy was kept on a short leash. "What...?" "How do you feel?" "I... I don't know. My head hurts, and my chest feels heavy..." "Heavy, like weight?" "No, like, heavy like someone's sitting on it..." I saw the disappointment on Elyx's face and looked up at Isabelle. She watched me curiously and I looked at the camera. What had I said? What had Piper done...? "I still don't remember anything... did she talk?" "She talked quite a bit, actually." That was Isabelle, the girl who seemed far more concerned about Isaac’s state of well-being than about any anachronisms or idiosyncrasies. "She had a talk with her Mom, and then went to school and did very well in her Social Studies class, and then she lied to Lucky about having to go home when she told her Mom she was going to Lucky's." "She also likes Sailor Moon. And Isabelle thinks Lucky is queer." I rolled my eyes. "You guys can't even see her or hear her talk or anything, so I don't think it's fair to make that assumption." Isabelle was so weird sometimes. If anything, wouldn't it be Piper who was gay? She's the one all lovey with the shop girl... "I didn't know she liked Sailor Moon... that's that one sex anime right?" "I don't think Sailor Moon is a sex anime..." Elyx looked at Isabelle and shrugged his shoulders. "I mean there was that one thing I saw online once about Sailor Moon and the Dragon Balls and her giant three foot cock, but that's not really official." "Elyx…” Isabelle frowned and crossed her shoulders. "Keep your kinky stuff to yourself." "Kinks aren't anything to be ashamed of." "Well that's easy for you to say, you are your kink. Anyway. I'm taking Isaac home. Do you need him for anything else?” I pulled myself to my feet and nearly fell over. Isabelle caught my arm and held me up for me to catch my balance. The last time I'd gone into the trance it lasted two hours and she'd gone to bed. Waking up when she was still awake was vividly jarring... but I was never asleep, either, not really, and I was so fucking tired... "We'll go to my place, Isaac - it's closer." Closer by a large margin, actually, and though it was tiny and not the nicest place in the world, it had a bed and someone to keep an eye on him, so Isaac didn't really have too much room to complain. She helped the boy put his arm over her shoulder and together the two of them left Elyx' office. "Elyx is a jerk when he's a boy. She's really sweet when she's a girl, though." "I don't get that... the weird gender thingy... what's with him anyway...?" We'd never really discussed it - Elyx helped me out and in turn I didn't make fun of him or whatever. Anyway, he struck me as more of a girl anyway, and I couldn't tease a girl like that... "My head is spinning so bad..." "Elyx is gender-fluid. Depending on the day, he'll be a different gender. Sometimes no gender either. It's a little unique, but he's a brilliant therapist." On the way to her room the two would walk past the small strip of stores that services the students, and there was a Taco Bell amongst them. "Feel like a taco or two? On me?" I sat down at the table and put my head down, waiting for the whole thing to stop, the endless spinning... It did subside, but it didn't help the tiredness. Isabelle sat down with a couple tacos and a cup of Mountain Dew to share. I reached for the drink first and hesitated, my arm over the lid, and took my hand back. My cheeks went scarlet. "You don't like Mountain Dew? A blush response is a pretty weird way to show it. Bad experience?" Isabelle offered the cup to the boy, and even took a sip to show that it was okay to drink. "It's just soda. Have a sip, okay? I bet you'll be okay." So said the girl who hadn't had a dream about wetting herself and being changed by her best friend in 1993. "I... I'm fine..." I looked away from the cup and down at the tacos. Man, what was wrong with me? So Piper had a bad experience - I wasn't her. I had Mountain Dew all the time… The boy held the cup in his hand and then blushed a little more, not quite able to bring the straw to his lips. "Did something happen to Piper with soda? With Mountain Dew? You can tell me - I won't tell Elyx." Elyx who was planning to make the boy and his imaginary fifteen year old girl self the subject of his thesis now, it seemed. Isabelle didn't like that. "It's just... I don't know...." Which was more of an answer than outright saying "yes". I let out a little sigh and put the cup back on the table. I wasn't really blushing, was I? That kind of thing only happened in movies... "She just doesn't like it... that's all..." Which was, in some degree, true. "Well, if you feel like telling me anything you can. Maybe until then, I'll just get water when you take me on dates." She chose that word very selectively as she fiddled with her ring, maybe to see the reaction or maybe because she honestly was starting to like the boy across the table from her - fancy that, Isabelle: crushing on a boy with an imaginary friend. We walked back to her house together and I wanted to kiss her the way we'd kissed months ago. But I was too tired and I really couldn't fall asleep on her again - I'd felt horrible enough the first time. So I retired to the girl's room and curled up on her bed. It was late now, just past two in the morning. The late night sessions with Elyx were necessary given the time difference between worlds, but the six pm session hadn't ended until midnight. "Do you think you'll dream of her, tonight? Or will she be asleep?" Isabelle was sitting on the side of the bed, Isaac curled up and facing away a she ran fingers through his hair. He didn't seem to like it, but he also didn't seem to hate it, either, so she kept it up with soft little strokes. I shrugged my shoulders. "It'll be the afternoon, I think... if I'm right about time and stuff..." Which I was. It made thing easier... "Maybe she'll be napping and I'll actually be able to get some sleep." But she wasn't. She was on her bus, on her way home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon!

@SGTbaby I'm Glad your liking it so far, thanks @CDfm If you even do find the similar story please let me know I would love to read it Thank you @YourFNF I have been trying to to show that the Amazons just have a different perspective about how the world should work, it doesn't necessarily make them good or bad I actually got the idea for that from a cat I helped rescue, she was scared hurt and all alone I did not and do not blame her for biting my fingers just because I'm sure that she didnt know that I was only trying to help her, now she come over to get a head scratch each time I see her Now I had better submit another part its almost been a month since the last one ? I'll try to submit another one on Wednesday if I get the time *** Part 5 Survive the night Rose had visited a couple more stores before heading back to the car, buckling my ass into the stupid car seat once more and heading back home “I think it's about time for lunch what do you think?” asked Rose as she walked through the door with me in one arm and a bag in the other “Is it really only lunch?” I asked around the paci, Rose sat the bag on the kitchen bench then placed me in the high chair “It sure is” answered Rose as she place some items away “Now because you weren't on your best behaviour I don't think you have earned a hot chocolate…” “NO…” the paci flew out of my mouth as I shouted cutting her off then remembered what Rose liked to hear “I mean please can I have some?” a smile came to Rose “If you had let me finish I was going to say that you were much better behaved than most littles first outings and for that I think you do deserve this” Rose pulled out a box “Little’s mac n cheese” I read aloud “Umm… thanks but I’ll pass, I didn't like that stuff even back home” Rose’s smile dropped a little “Try it anyway you never know you might like it” said Rose opening the box “You sound just like my…” I cut myself off not wanting to finish what I was going to say especially after what Rose had told me in the store, no matter what she does Rose is not my mum. At the thought of my mum I felt the tears starting and I tried to rub them away so Rose wouldn't see but she did “Oh sweety what's wrong?” asked Rose and she rushed over to my side “Nothing… I have something in my eye” I whimpered “It was the outing wasn't it I knew it I shouldn't have taken you out yet you weren't ready…” “It's not that its… its… I... “ I racked my brain for something quick “I need to use the bathroom” I lied “Oh honey you had me so worried” and she hugged me “You know you are wearing a diaper right?” she asked in a way that she actually thought I might not know “I’m not a baby” I said rubbing my eyes, stop crying you can cry when you get home, I had to keep telling myself this “I know your not a baby” Rose let go of me and looked into my eyes “If you use your diaper now and when we get you changed you can show me how big you are by wearing your big girl underwear” my hopes rose upon hearing that “Really you got some?” I asked “I sure did” And Rose went back over to the kitchen bench and rummaged around the bag till she pulled out a of pack pull ups, my heart sank again, seriously if this is what she thinks big underwear is makes me wonder what she wears “Well what do you think?” she asked with a smile “Not what I expected” I muttered to myself “What was that?” “I said thank you” she beamed at me “I just knew that would perk you up now am I going to have a messy diaper to change soon?” I grimaced not even wanting to think about that “I know you don't like it hun but it's perfectly normal” Rose tussled my hair and went back over to her cooking. Constantly looking at the watch Rose had given me told me that not much time passed but it felt like hours, I was starting to yawn “Here we go” said Rose placing a bowl of normal sized Mac n Cheese “Could I please get a fork?” “Not after last night, I’ll feed you this time” “What but I didn't choke this morning” “This morning I was watching you very closely, this time I will be eating my own lunch too” I thought about this for a moment “So am I supposed to use my hands to eat?” I asked addressing the thought “Of course not, I'll feed you” she replied revealing a fork, I groaned “Rose please can't you just let me feed myself I promise I will go slow this time” Rose closed her eyes in thought and for a moment I thought I might just get my way “Emma are you trying to be a big girl?” This question really through me “What?” “Are you trying to show me how grown up you are?” “Umm… if it means I can feed myself then… yes” “Back in your dimension did all adults eat with forks or spoons?” “No… what are you getting at?” I asked now thoroughly confused “I'm trying to tell you that just because you are not eating with a fork or someone else feeds you does not make you any less of an adult, acting like a child makes you less of an adult” I thought about this for a long time and Rose waited for me “But adults can still request and… and… argue for things they want” “You are quite right and in this case I am denying your request for a fork so that I may show you how much I care about you by doing a trivial task for you” I both hated and admired this woman at that moment she had spoken you me as an adult and made a logical argument that I couldn't think of a proper argument for and made to sound logical that she treats me like a child in this case, oh logical argument how I love you… and hate you now “Are you trying to be big?” Rose asked again bringing my mind back to her, I hesitated before answering “Yes I am grown up” “And does me feeding you take any of your grown up status from you?” “No… just a bit of my pride” I murmured the last bit to myself” “How very grown up of you” she smiled “Now open up for the airplane” I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth for her, the spoon entered and I tasted the deliciousness of the cheese hit my tongue, this was soooo much better than any Mac n cheese I had ever tasted back home “Sorry I couldn't help myself” chuckled Rose. Rose continued to feed me up till the point that i know she missed my mouth on purpose and I ended up with Mac n cheese down my front “I think someone's a messy eater” sung Rose “someone missed my mouth” I sung right back to her and wiped my cheek with the back of my sleeve “Please don't use your sleeve” moaned Rose and she left me for the kitchen sink “What I'm saving it for later” I said jokingly and Rose returned with a face washer “That good was it” and Rose started to rub my face, I kicked and squealed in protest but it was no good “Not… really” I replied through her cleaning “Well if you do want more later you can just let me know” and she gently took my hand and cleaned off the Mac from my sleeve and chest “Perv” I grumbled as she rubbed the mac and cheese off my chest “Oh hush they are barely bumps” and Rose went back to the sink “Compared to a giant maybe” I looked down at my chest, are they smaller than normal? No surely not “Now I think you should wear this” Rose produced a bib, I groaned “If you didn't miss my mouth we would be fine” Rose placed the bib around my neck “Well this is just in case you want to save more for later” she smiled “No need you just take it away from me” I grined back, the bib did annoy me but Roses argument kept coming back to me, adults do sometimes wear bibs or napkins when eating. Rose finished feeding me then started on her own meal, as I was watching her eat my stomach groaned but not from hunger it was getting time for the moment I was dreading since I first asked Rose if I could use the toilet “I think someone's still Hungry” I looked up at her and blushed “ah no I'm good thanks” “oh so that means…” she trailed off and but a knowing smirk came to her face “NO IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK” I shouted at her and I tried pulling myself out of the high chair once more “ok, ok” she said waving her fork at me but she still had that smirk “gah” I through up my hands “fine it is what you think please let me use the toilet just this once” the smirk left her face for a look of sadness “no even if I wanted to hold you over the toilet while you did your business you would just want it again the next time you might as well get it over with and I can change you straight away into your big girl underwear” this was probably all true but the whole thought disgusted me. Even with my body telling me it wanted to let go my subconscious mind seemed to override it and so nothing happened “I can't…. please Rose” I begged, Rose sighed, unstrapped me and lifted me out of the high chair “maybe you will need to go later” and she carried me back into the playpen. Time can be cruel sometimes like now, I spent what felt like an hour pacing back and forth in the playpen but in actually was only ten minutes before I checked to see that Rose had her back to me before I squatted down and with one great push I felt mess push against the back of the diaper and spread out and to make matters worse my bladder decided to join in the emptying. I squatted in complete shock for a minute until the smell hit me and I gagged, Rose turned to look at me “there don't you feel better now?” “no” I sobbed “I feel disgusting and gross” Rose came over to the play pen and opened her arms “come here and we will get you all changed, without hesitation I ran into her open arms and was carried off to the changing table… with her having squished the mess. True to her word Rose laid me on the changing table, placed the strap across my chest, unsnapped my clothing, peeled down the diaper and proceed to clean me with wipes, because of my shame and disgust I covered my eyes with one arm and could feel my nails digging into my palm on the other hand, in no time I felt something sliding up my legs and I lifted my arm enough to see that it was one of the pull ups Rose had bought this morning, with one quick motion Rose lifted my bum and slid the pull up into place “There we go” Rose unstrapped me and lifted me up so my head was resting on her breast “That's better isn't it?” she asked “Ah ha” I murmured with a sniffle and Rose started walking back to the lounge room “Now I do have a condition for you wearing your big girl underwear and that is that you tell me each time you need to go or I will think you had an accident and need to put you back into your diapers, can you do that for me?” “Ah ha” I murmured again not paying attention, I was still reliving my disgust of a couple of minutes ago, how could I have done that “Emma please look at me” “Ah ha” I felt my chin being lifted and I was brought back to myself and found myself looking into Rose’s eyes “You didn't do anything wrong” she said in a firm voice, I pulled my head away from her hand and looked down at the floor and in a soft voice said “I haven't had an accident like that since I was… one, I guess I am just a baby now” and with the same firm voice Rose said “You did not have an accident you told me that you needed to go and you used your diaper like a big girl and that is why you get to wear your big girl pants” “It's just another diaper” I wanted to yell but it came out in the same quiet voice “They are not, do you know how many littles wear what you have earned?” I could see where she was going with this “Thousands or none at all” I said knowing that the answer was going to be wrong “Wrong there aren't many, all the littles I know need thick diapers because they cant hold anything for even a second” even though I knew this was coming or at least something like it hearing her words did actually give me a bit of comfort “How come I can hold it?” I asked “Because you are my special little and I will never let anything happen to you” and she booped my nose, a smile broke out on my face and I pushed away her finger “You know I don't like that” I said but couldn't remove the smile from my face “I think you secretly love me doing it” she replied and returned the smile… and another boop to the nose “Now because your such a big girl I have a surprise for you” “Oh what is it?” “You just wait in here and give me a minute and I will show you” Rose lowered me into the playpen once more and returned to her sewing desk, I looked down at my legs and saw the completely white pull up and just had to check “Can I…” I put my fingers down the waistband and pulled down “Yes” I said excitedly, the pull up came down with ease, this I could remove myself now I just had to find a toilet I could use… wait what am I saying I’m leaving tomorrow when I win the bet “I saw that” I looked up at Rose and felt my cheeks get slightly warm “I was just checking” I said and pulled it back up “Ah ha” replied Rose with a grin “If I catch you taking that off on your own I will have to put you back in diapers” “Yes ma’am” I Replied and gave her a quick salute, she laughed and returned to the table. It only took a couple of minutes for Rose to turn back to me holding something in her hand “Are you ready?” she asked and I looked up to her “Ta dah!” Rose revealed a pair of denim overalls if it wasn't for the three pink hearts on the front I would say that they were perfect “wow “ I exclaimed, pants that had legs “Did you want to try them on?” I nodded vigorously, Rose smiled and came over to the pen, laid the overalls on the top bar and before I knew why she had done that I felt the bottom of my dress being lifted up, I quickly pushed it back down “Rose!” I hissed, Rose’s hands backed off “What's wrong?” “Modesty” I said “Come now I have just changed you out of a diaper I think I have seen everything” my cheeks went warm again “I can get dressed by myself if you don't mind” “Oh… ah… ok” Rose handed me the overalls and a yellow shirt then continued to watch me “Can I please get a bit of privacy?” “Oh” she giggled but turned around nonetheless, I quickly pulled off the blue dress and stepped into the overalls, pulled on the shirt then after clipping the clasps inplace I looked back up to Rose “All done” Rose turned to see me “Not to bad if I do say so myself, how does it fit?” asked Rose “seems to fit well” I replied and turned this way and that but there was something strange about the seams of the pants, I felt around them and found velcro going from the bottom of one leg up and around the crotchless and back down to the other leg bottom, I looked up at Rose puzzled then it came to me, it was so she could change a diaper without removing all my clothes “pay that no mind you might not ever need that” said Rose “that's right I wont” I said proudly and Rose hugged me. “Rose kept up with the sewing machine for another three hours according to the watch before she picked me up from behind and she carried me over to the couch “are you thirsty” she asked as she sat on the couch and sat me next to her “a bit” I replied and Rose pulled a full bottle from her jackets pocket “there is no way I can drink all that” it was as big as a two liter of soda back home, Rose chuckled “I never said you had to drink the whole thing just nurse it” I shrugged and placed the teat into my mouth “you know I thought you wouldn't be happy about it being in a bottle” I shrugged again, since I knew I was leaving tomorrow I thought I would indulge her “I suppose I'm just getting used to this cra… ah… stuff” I eyed Rose to see if she would get out the paci but she remained still “that's good to hear” she smiled “because I don't do these things to embarrass you, I do have reasons for what I do” “I know” I replied after another mouth full. I was watching Rose from the couch for a couple of minutes when I noticed her right hand kept flicking to the left every minute or so “Hey Rose what's with your hand?” She looked down at her hand then a smile came to her face “Oh that I'm reading” I frowned in confusion and looked at the TV “There's nothing there to read” Rose took off her glasses and held them In front of my eyes, even with them much to big for my head I could see the book like text through the lenses “Why do you have words on the inside of your glasses?” I asked still confused about the flicking, Rose placed the glasses nose rest onto mine even though it didn't fit “Try moving your hand like I did” said Rose still smiling, I did and the text moved aside just like when I used a tablet back home “What… how...” i flicked my hand again and the next page appeared “How does this work, they look like normal reading glasses” Rose took the glasses back “I do not have the slightest idea” she laughed “Do you know how your computers work?” “Err… magic” she smirked at my nonsense answer “Exactly it suffices that Amazons made it” “Hmmmm… so the glasses are like your version of a Kindle?” I asked, Rose looked confused “I'm sorry I don't know what a Kindle is” I thought about it for a moment “Ummm… it's like an electronic book reader and you can add and remove books when you want” “In that case no it's not like a Kindle The Glass can do much more than read books” Rose made some motions through the air which reminded me abit of a person using a tablet, then placed the… umm… The Glass back onto my face “Wow” I gasped, right In front of me there was a chess board with all the pieces just floating there “Take the board with both hands and place it between us” “But it's not really there is it” I looked up to see her smiling again “You tell me” I frowned but stretched out to grab the board and my hands went straight through the image “My hand went straight through is this virtual reality?” “It's more like Augmented reality now try again and move your hands as if you are holding the board” this is too strange, I held out for the board again but this time instead of passing my hand through I 'grabbed’ the board and to my amazement it followed my hands as if I was really holding a physical chess board “That is so cool” I exclaimed as I set the chess set on the couch, Rose removed the glasses from me once more “Can we play a game?” I asked, I really wanted to keep playing with The Glass “I'm afraid I don't have a little sized pair of The Glass…” “No one gave you a pair for me in the baby shower why they are so cool” I said interrupting her “Adopted Littles don't need a pair of The Glass, most wouldn't even know about them, I give you way more freedom than I have seen any other Amazon give an adopted Little” I had to wonder if she was telling the truth… oh well hopefully I will never have to find out. I watched Rose it looked like she had given up on reading and was now typing “You look like a mime” Rose turned to me with that smile and laughed “It must look funny when you can't see what I'm doing” “Just a bit” I replied “Well I'm writing in my diary” “You keep a diary?” You are like an old lady” Rose put on a mock hurt face “You should never call a woman old” “Oh please you sew and keep a diary what else could I say” “Perhaps that I'm old fashioned and I didn't hear you complaining when I made what you are now wearing” “Fair point I apologize” “Thank you, apology accepted” I left the silence a bit longer than I would have liked before I got the courage to ask “What are you writing about? Wait no I shouldn't have...” “I'm writing about our day so far” “Oh… um… has it been a good day?” “It has been great” Rose replied without hesitation, she finished typing a couple more words then stood up “I think it's about time for dinner what do you think?” I looked down at the watch “A bit early isn't it” but then again I was feeling hungry for some reason then it hit me, the thing I couldn't think of earlier this morning “Shit” I exclaimed “what's wrong” asked Rose sounding worried “The days are longer here aren't they?” Rose visibly relaxed “yes the days are longer here than what you are used to I think I told you that yesterday” Rose said as she fished in her pocket and pulled out the paci and pushed it into my mouth “what did I… oh right” I sucked it once and thankfully Rose didn't inflate the stupid thing “how long have I been awake my time?” I asked now feeling the yawns come back “ah just let me… ah yes here it is… twenty two hours” I was stunned “shit” Rose sighed and inflated the paci once, it's no wonder I'm tired and hungry I just thought it was the different foods making me feel sluggishly, how the fuck am I going to win this bet now. Rose sat me in the high chair and I watched her cooking while trying to stop myself yawning, why is it that when you find out it's late the body suddenly remembered that it's tired “still awake over there?” asked Rose “your loving this aren't you” I shot back “I think someone's grumpy” it was true but still “you cheated” I said “how so?” asked Rose “you didn't remind me about the longer days when we made the bet” I huffed “it's not my fault you didn't remember” “but you could have…” I yawned and continued “reminded me” “I thought I was making a bet with an adult that would remember all the information needed for our bet” said Rose adding something to the pot on the stove “but you see me as a kid so you took advantage of my lack of knowledge and… and…” I couldn't think straight, the train of thought was gone “I think you trailed off at the end there are you still with me?” Rose asked and turned to see me covering another yawn with my hand “this bites” “I could put your paci back in if your going to be like that” “what I can't say bite now?” I asked maybe a little more angeraly than I was intending “it was how you said it grumpy head” “mer mer mer” I mocked “wow you are in a bad mood” it was true I hadn't felt this tired for a very long time and I could see my chances of getting back home slipping away “here try this” Rose held up a spoon of what looked like liquefied mashed potato “what is it?” I asked “are you back to not trusting the food I give you?” wait when had I started to trust what she gave me, I thought back to my last few meals and yes I hadn't gotten her to try them first, Rose dipped a finger into the whitish stuff and licked it off her finger “see it's safe” I groaned and let my head flop onto the highchairs tray table “Em what's wrong?” there was genuine concern in her voice “I can't do this” I murmured “can't do what?” “this” I said again ”how am I going to win our bet now” I whispered to myself there was silence like Rose was thinking “it probably doesn't mean much... but you have lasted much longer than I thought you would, maybe eating will give you some energy“ I looked up at her “And why would you want me to get…” I yawned then finished “More energy” “Would it make you happy to win our bet?” I tried to think about where she was going with this but I was to tired “Yes” “Then I’ll help you if I can” “You could just let me win” I murmured “Now would that be fun?” asked Rose “Or would you prefer to win on your own merit?” “Both” she laughed “Here you still need to eat something” I turned to see the spoon waiting again “Fine” I lifted myself back up and let Rose feed me the whitish stuff “Is that potato soup?” I asked fairly confident that it was “Aren't you clever, yes it's potato soup is this where you tell me you don't like it” I shook my head “No it's fine” “Oh good because it's almost done” Rose returned to her cooking. We ate dinner in silence then we retired back to the lounge room, I was sat on the couch trying to think of a way to stay awake when the memory of the last time I had been this tired came back to me, it was during one of the relay for life events in which I stayed up most of the day and night to jog around a running track to keep our teams batten moving for twenty four hours what if I tried that again yes that might keep me awake again “Rose do you have a treadmill?” Rose looked at me through those glasses she must have been reading “Not that I know of why?” “I was hoping to use it to stay…” those stupid yawns again “Awake” I finished “Well I don't have a treadmill but if you promise to stay in my eye sight I’m fine with letting you run around the lounge” even though this was sort of my idea just hearing it from another person made me want to say no and go to sleep “That would be nice” Rose smiled and lifted me down to the carpeted floor “Remember stay where I can see you” I nodded my head and started walking from wall to wall gradually picking up speed to a jog. “Your starting to look tired there” commented Rose as she watched me turn for the umtingth time “Still… going… strong…” I panted it was a big fat lie, it hadn't even been 10 minutes and I was buggered and this baffled me because back home I could keep this pace up for an hour or so before getting tired “well I think it's time for a drink” said Rose and she stood up, I touched the wall again then chased after her, I had to take four steps for every one of hers “Would you like a drink?” asked Rose as she flicked on the kettle “No thank you” I replied and continued to circle the island table “Not even a hot chocolate?” My mind was saying no but my taste buds were screaming yes “Errr… yes... please” I came to a stop at Roses leg and nearly dropped as my legs turned to jelly “I think you need a rest” I felt Roses hands lifting me up to her hip and would have been able to see the top of the table if it wasn't for me resting my head against Rose and resting my eyes “Your not falling asleep there are you?” I shook myself and replied “No… no just resting my eyes” “That's good I thought you might have been giving up” said Rose as she added things to the one mug and my sippy cup, I tried watching but my eyes were at the point that they were closing on their own. Rose sat me down on the couch again beside her and took a sip of her drink “Rose?” “Yes dear?” “What are you going to do with me if you win our bet?” I asked more to keep myself awake than for any desire to know “I will protect you, love you and give you all the happiness I can” “That sounds… weird” I yawned not really paying any attention anymore “How would you like to continue reading some more of Alice” “Sure” I murmured and rested my head on Roses lap and let my eyes close, I heard rustling from the coffee table then felt the gentle hand of Rose stroking my long hair “CHAPTER Two The Pool of Tears Curiouser and curiouser! cried Alice she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English” listening to Roses soothing voice made it all the harder to reopen my eyes but I managed one last look at the watch before my eyes closed for the final time that night, eight twenty huh and let my mind slow down for sleep. Rose stopped reading as she heard the soft snoring of the little girl whos head was resting on her lap “You fought so hard” Rose stroked the girls hair one last time then gently picked up the sleeping girl watching as the untouched sippy cup rolled onto the floor and carried her to the bed room and tucked her into the crib making sure that her teddy was there to be with her “Oh Emy you are like my own Alice chasing an impossible thing and that's why I love you” Rose kissed the sleeping girl on the head then turned out the lights.

My favorite prints on diapers are Bear Hugs by Wearing Clouds, Rearz Safari's, Rearz Princess, Dotty the Pony and Bambino Bellissimos. Mommy loves the readjustable tapes on the Bambino Magnificos.

I have always liked wearing diapers and plastic pants. I have never totally been out of diapers. I just enjoy wearing them.

Well, I can certainly identify with this, as I've always loved the feel of soft vinyl plastic next to my skin, and especially the feel of plastic panties. It amazes me that a little piece of plastic and some elastics can provide so much pleasure.

Start with it on, finish with it off.