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  1. So this story is heavily inspired by "Far from Home" by @bbykimmy so shout out there. ? The other thing I want to talk about is that while this a much gentler story without the same level of non-con it does start at pretty dark place that could be potentially triggering. Take care of yourself folks. *hugs on offer* CW: Suicide My Human is a Rescue….. October 22 2021…. everything was burning. The once clear crisp sky stained with soot and ash as dozens of terrible mushroom shaped clouds rose into the stratosphere above the broken remains of the Chicago skyline…. The young woman, Clara Simone age 25, could only watch on her knees from the roof of her apartment building in Evanston. The rough gravel aggerate surface cutting into her knees as the tears streamed silently down her face. She was alone and the world was literally ending….. It had been her day off while her wife Christine was working at the hospital down town…. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breath, she had to go!! Move Run!! Where? Before she even realized what the fuck she was doing Clara was in her bedroom rooting through the closet. There!!! That fucking pink urban camo duffle bag… She and Christine had put it together over the course of a five different Ubers and three different malls after one too many margaritas while watching the new Netflix show based on “Y The Last Man”…. Not bothering to pack anything else Clara grabbed her purse and sprinted the steps past several of her panicked neighbors to the underground parking garage beneath the building hopping into the Jeep Renegade she and Christine shared… She didn’t even remember how she got out of the metro area. It was all blur of movie shots. People screaming, sirens, snarled traffic. “I think I drove on the sidewalk for a quarter mile at least?” But just over an hour later she had crossed over the Wisconsin border and was weaving through traffic on the interstate. Clara had just passed Kenosha when a downed air national guard F-18 smacked into the northbound lanes of I-94 at several hundred miles an hour in dozens of flaming pieces. Clara only survived because she had cut onto the shoulder. The blast and impact sent her compact SUV tumbling into the woods. It was the pain that woke her…. Hanging upside down by her seat belt every part of her felt like it was being stabbed with glass needles. Getting loose and dropping to the ground sent a fresh lance of white-hot agony shooting up her left leg which was twisted at an unnatural angle. Grabbing her purse and the bag as she dragged herself from the wreckage Clara came to rest against a large ash. She wanted Christine. She wanted to be held by the woman who was everything while everything died but this fucking piece of shit world denied her even that…. Pulling her phone from her purse she watched the shattered screen light up. Showing a picture she had commissioned of her Christine, Jordan, and her big sister Naomi as anime characters. All gone, Naomi to breast cancer 2 years ago….. Part of her wouldn’t accept she trialed calling Christine, no answer. They had been facetiming when the sky had roared as it was split to pieces and a flash of light blinded her as the video cut out..... Then Jordan straight to zim’s voicemail….. She tried calling Christine another twenty times before flinging the phone away. Screaming and punching her fists against the tree bloody until collapsed heaving and throwing up. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. She was supposed to die at 90 curled up in bed with Christine from the after affects of an aneurism surrounded kids and grandkids…… Not bleeding out in the woods some where north of fucking Kenosha. In Clara’s panicked, exhausted, traumatized brain there was only one option left….. Reaching into the duffel bag she pulled out a piece of black polymer and metal…. It wasn’t fair the woman who she loved most, who had saved her and Naomi from their so-called family. Who literally helped make her the woman she was now. Was gone. She was alone. Most of her chosen family of close friends had probably died in the blast, they all lived downtown or closer to it… Holding the object she studied it with a curiosity. A Glock 22 semiautomatic pistol. The safety disengaged with a soft click. Followed the louder clack as she racked the slide chambering a round. Laughing and sobbing hysterically as she fumbled for her phone and hit shuffle for something to play her out. “We Stich These Wounds” happened to come on. “I’m going to wake up on Clara’s arms somewhere it’ll be morning and she’ll have breakfast ready like always. And fuck I get to see Naomi again. I’m going to be in Heaven with Christine and Naomi. I can’t wait to see you both…..” Smiling the entire time an exhausted Clara place the barrel to her temple and pulled the trigger….. Death however was not instantaneous as the angle was shallow and the bullet only passed through a few dozen cm’s of brain tissue. “Wow so tha real happen…” Christine slurred as she watched a black tunnel slowly close in on her vision. At the end of it was a figured wreathed in golden light….
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  2. Thanks ramble *hugs tight* Writing is probably the most constructive way I have of dealing with my sack of cats worth of issues..... ? I'm thinking that there was a "Cuban Missile Crisis" type of event over Taiwan but yeah I admittedly rushed that just to get the set up in place.... ? Pt. 2 An Unlikely Savior “Blerghhh… Eh was? Is so bright ans wa da beeping? Is this heaven? Where Christine? No is hospital? There was….. was…” As the memories come flooding back Clara let’s out a series of heaving, choking sobs, after a few minutes a few things. One she can’t feel her injured leg, two she is much to her embarrassment buck ass naked, and three is some kind of medical facility that looks like it came straight out of one the new scifi movies that was then scaled up for giants….. After an indeterminate wait Christine decided to try and get up. Thankfully the table had been lowered and she able to drag herself along the wall to the window. Dead leg trailing behind her. It was at this point that poor Christine received her second mind shattering existential revelation in less than 24 hours…. Spread out below her was the blue curvature of the earth set against the backdrop of space. She could still see the smoldering fires of the nuclear holocaust that had destroyed her world burning below. Before she could even process this the door opened with a soft swish and a giant walked in. Specifically a 3.6m tall humanoid, wearing no apparent clothing, and completely hairless with smooth bright magenta skin and long hair in a slightly different shade. The raised chest could be mammary glands but there were no obvious external genitalia. Of course Clara was processing none of this and simply stammered as her brain crashed… Before she even realized what was happening the giant alien, what else could she be? Had crossed the room, scooping Clara up and placing her back on the table. “AJGDBKJABVAEBUVBajkv” “I’m… I’m sorry…. What? I don’t know what you want from me!!” Clara stammered in a mixture of panic, confusion, and embarrassment. “AJADBFEUWF&(&&&JWJHG” “WHAT THE FUCK!!??? I’m sorry but I don’t speak crazy pink alien!!” “Apology Translator configure process. standby person, personal identifier not found” Clara yelps in surprise before taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. “My name is Clara. Clara Simon. I was born in Skokie Illinois. I’m twenty-five and I have a wife named Christine…. Please. Please God just tell me what is going on?” “You identifier Clara Simon? Informal Clara?” “Yes!!” “I am person who study universe law and behavior. Detected error word not found explosion on you planet, multiple large. Identifier cannot pronounced by you vocal structure closest is Moira. When came to search? Find? Word is investigate, yes?” “I think so?” Christine can only stare. “I came to land and found life sign, injured.” “That was me I guess?” “Correct person Clara Simon.” “I stabilize worst damage to….. Nerve? Structure. Block pain in leg. But need more work. To do so I must administer chemicals and possibly cut your body to insert instruments. I always need to run test as do not fully understand you species composition. You will feel no pain. Does person Moira have searching please hold, Permission? Consent? Yes Person Clara Simon does understand and consent to test and procedures?” “Your asking for permission to treat me, like as a doctor?” “searching….” “Apparently this translator program has somekind of stock error code phrases?” Clara can only swing her good leg while she waits…. “Yes word Doctor is good title for person Moira.” Fuck what did she have to loose? She was going to kill herself earlier… Might as well let the weird alien doctor do their job…. “Yes… I Clara Simon do consent to receive medical treatment…” “Then we shall begin….”
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  3. As a kid, I enjoyed messing my pants which eventually developed in a diaper fetish. Did anyone else experience this or anything similar?
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  4. This is a little bit of a different style than I usually do, but hopefully it works. There are lots of flashbacks to the present as the main character and the therapist talk about what happened, and well, What do you think? Does this style of story telling work for me, or not? The First Session: “Just sit back and relax, sweetheart,” a man with salt and pepper aging hair, grey-green eyes, and a few laugh line wrinkles here and there around his eyes and his mouth nearly whispered to the young girl that came into his office that afternoon. “Why don’t you tell me about the day you were taken from the care of the placement home?” he asked her. “I wasn’t taken,” a golden brown girl with curly wild hair and daring dark eyes responded in a tone that was nothing short of an angry pout. “I was rescued.” “Then, why don’t you tell me about your rescue?” Dr. Scotts went on with a small smile on his face, his voice still soothingly low and quiet. “My sister rescured me. What is there to tell?” she asked him, though her voice quieted, there was still a tone of defiance in there. “How about, how did you get away from the placement home?” Escaping into the Night I don’t remember exactly what had triggered the need to escape the placement center. We had already been there nearly six years, the home never being able to find a good place for us, One or two of us would leave for a week or two every so often, but in the end, we all ended back up in the same placement home, happy to see each other again. I could tell that Ms. Wurste started to get fed up with us, but then what would you do if people tried to take your family away from you? Of course we fought any placement that would not take the three of us together, and no one ever wanted all three of us. A couple of weeks before we agreed to runaway together, I had been listening in on stuff the staff at the placement center said to one another. I learned that when they were finally rid of Nicole because she was turning nineteen in a week, they would take that opportunity to send both my younger sister and me to other placement centers, separate centers, somewhere in other parts of the state, thinking that with Nicole being out of the system, she couldn’t track where we went, and us, being only children, we would have no way to find one another, and then they hoped that would help us to decide to finally behave for someone that would adopt us. I told my older sister what I heard and then we made a plan. One week after they kicked her out, we would meet at an old abandoned building, running away from school of course so that it would take time for people to realize we were missing. I think I was going to the eighth grade at the time, but I didn’t go to my first class. I went in the building, so the caretaker that was in charge of taking us that day thought I went to school, but I snuck out another door, and ran with all my might to the elementary school, where I seem to remember that Lacey was in the sixth grade at the time. I wasn’t even a block from her school, when I met her coming towards me. She said that meeting at the swings in the school yard was unsafe because apparently the monitors stayed out a little longer these days to make sure everyone went into the building before they finally went in. Taking Lacey’s hand, I trudged away from the elementary school now, and I led her down into a ditch to start our journey to find our big sister. The day time was the scariest because if we were spotted, that would be the end of our adventure. If someone recognized us, or even guessed that we should have been at school, then they would stop us, so we kept to the ditches and the fields, hiding out as much as we could from anyone else that might see us. It wasn’t easy climbing up and down loose dirt and sometimes muddy ravines especially with a skirt on. Mud, dirt, grass, and little bits of gravel dirtied my skirt, braced against my legs and thighs, even getting into my panties when we slid down a bit to avoid being seen by someone that happened to come up where we planned to exit suddenly. In the end, we had finally made it to the abandoned warehouse, and then we camped out in the ditch just beyond where trucks normally loaded up with whatever was inside, or maybe where trucks unloaded stuff. Whatever the case, we were hidden though we were hungry and tired by then. There was no telling how many hours had passed. (changing to story mode—third person from here): Two young girls sat in a muddy ravine, one a little heavier, a little taller, a little chubbier sat huddled with her arms around her knees, staying low in the ditch whispered to the slender, smaller, tear-y eyed girl that whimpered about a lot of what-ifs that they both hoped would not happen. “Lacey,” the heavier sister reached out a hand and pulled her sister, accidentally making her fall to her knees into the mud, her already filthy what used to be light-blue jeans sunk in getting wet and muddy, but she eventually drew her into the hug she had planned, and she smiled at her tapping her nose. “Nicole is coming, Lacey. She knows what she’s doing. Remember how she always got us out of trouble before?” Eventually, Lacey smiled and nodded. Her hair was a little shorter than Olivia’s, and it was almost as curly as Olivia’s, but it looked a little nicer on her than Olivia’s looked when Olivia’s hair came undone as it was now. “We just need to wait here until dark, and then Nicole is going to come and find us. No one will look for us here. We’re safe,” Olivia went on telling her little sister trying to comfort herself as much as she tried to comfort her little sister. “I gotta pee,” Lacey told Olivia. “Well, if you gotta, just do it. No one is going to care if you pull your pants down here. There’s no one around, if you don’t want to pull your pants down, then just do whatever. There’s no one here to get mad at you.” Lacey nodded. She seemed to wait for a while though, sitting in the mud, she wiggled her legs and seemed to try to hold it a little longer. Of course, Olivia couldn’t blame her. If she pulled down her pants to go, there was no dry place to rest, and she would surely get her pants even more muddy and wet if she pulled them down, and if she just wet herself, well, that is gross. Olivia didn’t like watching her sister suffer, so she tried to look away while her sister struggled not to pee herself. In time, though her sister stopped making her nervous, and though her pants, already filthy, wet, muddy, and stained, really didn’t look any different, but Olivia knew her sister had given up because she wasn’t wiggling around anymore. A moment later, Lacey looked back at Olivia, and with tears in her eyes, she sniffled. “It’s okay, Lacey. No one is going to be mad. Ms. Wurste is never going to find us here, and when Nicole comes for us, she’s going to take us far away from here.” Lacey nodded sadly. An hour passed as the sisters quietly talked and played a word game of sorts to distract them from the fears they felt. Eventually, Olivia was in the same condition as her sister, her skirt being open in the bottom, at least made it possible to keep most of the pee from sliding down her legs, but still, some did as she wet her panties. Shortly after she peed herself, they heard someone walking in the ravine. The girls kept quiet, waiting for their older sister to call out to them. They were not to make any sounds until they heard their sister’s voice. That was one thing that Nicole wanted them to be clear about, that if it was her, she would call out to them. “Olivia! Lacey?” That was Nicole, their nineteen year old slender sister with much straighter hair than the two of them. Her narrow face was only visible once she was close enough to touch them because night had fallen, and she wore dark clothes to include a dark hoodie to hide her face and her body. “Did you two have any problems getting away from school?” Nicole asked. “No,” they said together. “But we peed our pants,” Lacey mumbled. Nicole smiled. “That’s only to be expected with you two waiting out here for me forever. Don’t worry about it. As soon as we can, we’ll fix that, sis.” Lacey smiled and nodded as Nicole reached out and hugged her close not caring that Lacey was filthy all over even without having wet her pants. To be fair, Nicole’s clothes were not in much better shape than her younger sisters? Her vest-sweater was torn under one sleeve and had mud caked to the bottom of it. Her yellow blouse and black trousers were splattered with what looked like cars and trucks passing puddles splashed all over her, and her pants were stiff and smelled bad. None of the sisters were clean enough to judge the other though, and once they had established that everything was good, and they were going on to stage two of Nicole’s plan, she smiled at them and told them to sit a little bit longer while she explained something important to them. “Now, listen carefully,” Nicole told the girls. “No one is looking for me, or at least they aren’t looking for me yet. They will be looking for you two first, so what I want you to do when we reach a place where we need to look up over the cliff of these ravines, I want you to stay where you are until I signal to you that it’s okay to climb up. Each time, I will check that it’s clear, and then I will signal, and then we will hurry to the next ravine until we get where we will meet the guy that will give us a ride out of here.” “Do you know this guy that’s going to give us a ride out of town?” Lacey asked their big sister. “Well, I know him as well as you can know anyone within a week, but it’s the best I can do if we don’t want to be separated.” “We trust you, so we’ll listen to you if you want us to do what this guy says,” Olivia said putting a hand on Lacey’s shoulder. “We both know you just want what is best for us.” Olivia’s story fades into the recesses of her mind as Dr. Scotts brings her out of her memoires. “Looking back, would you still say your sister wanted what was best for you?” Olivia nodded her head with a a grimace that was meant to challenge the good doctor to ask that again. Nicole had succeeded in keeping the sisters together for a good long two years before a small mistake was made that led to their capture. “Your sister had you and your sister catch a ride with someone that she, herself, didn’t even know for more than a week,” Dr. Scotts reminded her. “She made you do things that you thought you out grew, didn’t she?” Olivia shrugged. “She didn’t make me. She asked me to do them for the good of staying together, and so I did them, but she didn’t force me to do anything.” “Didn’t she tell you that you were to act like a ten year old and even pulled you back into the fifth grade?” Dr. Scotts asked. Olivia sighed. “Her friend, Jim, asked me to be a fifth grader and a ten year old again,” she corrected him. “My sister just said that it would be a good idea to go along with his story as it would be a lot harder for you to find us if we didn’t look like the people you were looking for.” “How did they think they would get away with this? Surely, you think you are far more mature than a ten year old is, don’t you?” Olivia shrugged. “All that was important at the time, was that we were together. We were going to stop pretending once we thought it was clear and no one was looking for us anymore.” Dr. Scotts shook his head. “But it never did get clear, did it?” Olivia saw the way he smirked at his self proclaimed triumph. She hated his smirk, and she hated his raised eyebrow. She hated his nice expensive suit, and she hated the reclining bed-chair that he made her ‘relax’ into while he probed her mind. She just hated him because he was trying to get her big sister into trouble, and he was trying to say that she was crazy for going along with everything, wanting her family to stay together. “Do you have family?” Olivia asked the doctor. “Yes, I do. Why?” he seemed clueless at what she was going to do with that information, or maybe he was just curious as to how she was going to justify everything her big sister did to her and her little sister. “Well, let’s say the state said you were no longer fit to raise your child?” she looked at him as though she asked a question. “What would make you think the state would take my child from me?” Olivia shrugged. “What if you were in a wheelchair, and your wife was in a coma?” she asked. The doctor raised an eyebrow. “They don’t take kids from people in wheelchairs.” “But they take sisters from a girl that is old enough to get a job and work, and keep them safe,” she said bitterly. “If your sister was capable of keeping you safe, then you tell me why you were found by your teacher, wearing diapers and peeing in them, and no doctor having any explanation for it?” Olivia glared at him. “We already told you why I was found like that, and I would gladly do it again,” she spat at him. “Well, let’s say I don’t remember,” the doctor said trying to urge her to tell more of her story…. How Old? The girls had just gotten to the only highway that led out of town, and they ducked down into a ravine. Nicole kept hold of Lacey’s hand while Olivia sat with her back against the cliffwall. “So, is this guy supposed to come along this road?” Olivia asked her elder sister. “Yes, Olivia. He will be along at just after ten. Not many cars come this way at that time of night, so we should be able tell his car that way.” “Why wouldn’t the police look this way?” Olivia asked her sister. “For one,” Nicole seemed to think a bit before answering, the pause seeming to disconnect what she said. “They are not expecting anyone that can drive to be with you. Even if they figure out that you are with me, they know I don’t have a car yet.” Olivia nodded. “I’m cold,” Lacey complained, for not only was she wet, muddy, and dirty, but it was starting to snow lightly. That’s what happened when you tried to run away in October. One day, it might seem as though you still had a month and a half of fall left, and the next day, it might come down like a blanket making the entire landscape white by morning. “I know you are,” Nicole pulled Lacey in closer trying to hover with her to make her warmer. “How much longer before this guy comes then?” Olivia asked. She had no watch, and so had no idea how close to ten it was. “I’m guessing we have about another thirty minutes, maybe less before it’s ten,” Nicole said quietly. “Just remember, let me poke my head up first if we hear a car, and let me check that it’s really Jim and not someone looking for you.” Olivia nodded. She had no intention of going back to that crazy home no matter how cold it got this evening. And as they planned, when they heard an approaching slushing of tires through the wet road, Nicole peeked up over the ridge and then walked about halfway between the car and the ditch. Olivia sat in the ravine with her sister, both huddled together to stay as warm as possible, and also to keep each others’ nerves quiet until their eldest sister told them that it was okay. While Olivia squatted there with Lacey, she looked up at the horizon of the ravine, hoping to hear her sister that it was okay to come just moments before she saw her sister’s silhouette, and waving at them, she coaxed them up the muddy steep surface. Before she knew it, the tall muscular man with rustlined light hair and a shaggy beard awaited by the sliding door to the back on the right side of his SUV for the two younger girls to climb in and take a seat. He helped Lacey buckle herself in. Then, they were on the road, their eldest sister in the front sitting next to his stranger that was going to help them. “Your sisters will need to change how they do things,” Olivia heard him talking to Nicole. “If the law guesses that they are truly teenagers, then you will be found out, and not only will they go back to the system, but you could face prison for kidnapping,” he told her. “I have no intention of getting caught with a charge like that, so if your sisters make it difficult, then I will not stick around to be caught.” “They’ll do what you want,” Nicole promised him for both Olivia and their youngest sister. Olivia felt a little trapped by her sister promising their cooperation with whatever he was talking about, but she felt that he must be right. She knew that it was going to get someone in trouble with the two of them running away from school like that. At the time, she only thought of herself and Lacey getting in trouble. Maybe they would be spanked or they would be grounded or something like that. She had not considered that her eldest sister was taking a chance of going to prison, and now, she knew that she had no choice but to do as they said or her sister could end up in trouble for years to come. “Don’t worry, girls. Jim won’t hurt either of you. He’s really a very nice person.” Olivia nodded at Nicole, but she still didn’t trust him, not yet. Eventually, with all the running, walking, and crawling about in the cold muddy fields and ditches, the warmth of the smooth running SUV started to lull both Olivia and Lacey to sleep. Not more than ten minutes behind them, Nicole also fell asleep. Olivia didn’t know how far or how long they drove that night. She just remembered waking up the next morning near a park with restrooms across the parking lot. Eventually, she realized they must have been at a rest area. She looked around at both her sisters and the man, but they were all asleep around her. The sun was not really up yet, but she could see the sky staring to lighten, and she tensed her legs as she started to realize that she needed the bathroom. Eventually, Jim woke up next, and he looked back at the girls. By this time, Olivia was bouncing a bit and rocking back and forth, and while she would normally refuse to be taken to the bathroom by someone else, especially a man, she was in no position to be picky about it when he turned to her. “You look like you need to go potty,” he told her, his tone much softer and nicer than when he spoke with Nicole. Olivia nodded. “I could take you, honey,” he offered. “I… I can go by myself.” “Honey, do you want to get caught by the state and get you and your sisters caught trying to run away?” Olivia shook her head no. “You do realize that if anyone sees you alone, they are going to suspect you are a teenager. They are going to wonder what you are doing out here by yourself like this, and if they walk back to the car with you to check that you get back to your family safely, they will notice the three of you together and know you are the girls they are looking for.” Olivia felt her arm come up and her hand cover her mouth before she realized she meant to do that. “If Nicole gets caught taking both of you to the bathroom, the same thing will happen. They will see the three of you together.” Olivia felt a shiver run up her spine that confirmed to her that what he said made sense. She couldn’t risk giving her sisters away. “I can’t go by myself, and Nicole can’t take both of us with her, so what do you want me to do?” “Trust me,” the man told her. “Pretend you are a ten year old child, and that daddy is scared to leave you alone out on the road like this, so daddy will take you into the bathroom.” Olivia frowned. “Does that mean I have to go in a boys’ bathroom?” “Well, the only other solution to that, would be to wet your pants before we get there,” he raised an eyebrow at her. She raised her own back at him. Was he telling her to let him take her to the bathroom, or was he telling her to piss her pants on purpose. Both sounded disgusting, but gulping, she shakily reached for the cardoor handle. Jim got out of the car and came around to meet her. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her for a couple of minutes. During that time, she was changing legs she was standing on, holding her stomach, and bouncing up and down. Finally, she reached her hand up and let him take it, and she started to walk not seeing much of a choice. As she walked, she started to think about what it meant to go into a boys’ room. She might have been a little bit curious at school to see what it looked like, but not in regular public place like this. Who knows what kind of people were in there, and she really didn’t know this guy at all. She willed herself to pee on the way, but her body just squirmed all the more, the shame of peeing herself too great for her body to realize what her mind was trying to tell it about the dangers of going into a boys’ room with a strange man to possibly see more strange men. A hundred different things could happen to her. Maybe she should have tried to pee her pants on purpose in the car before he got her to come with him. She felt her face tighten, her forhead should have been turning red or even purple with as much as she was trying to pee, but still nothing came out as they closed to about halfway between the car and the men’s room. She stopped and pulled against him causing him to turn and see what was wrong. The girl squatted down, her face beat red for what she was trying to do on purpose, but it was better than going in the boys’ room with him. She willed herself to pee, but her body still kept it closed. Why couldn’t she wet when she wanted to, but a few years ealier, when she was really in the fifth grade, she had embarrassed herself in the classroom and gotten in so much trouble for peeing her pants in front of everyone that she knew? Why was it so difficult to do it on purpose? The girl shook as she squatted there, tears in her eyes, and slowly she looked up at Jim who narrowed his eyes at her as she squatted there. “Well, are you going to just squat there and pee, or are you coming to the bathroom with me?” he asked her plainly. He didn’t sound that mad, not like at the home when she came home with an accident all over her pants. He just sounded like he wanted her to decide because he didn’t want to stand there all day. Olivia didn’t answer him right away because while she wanted to just pee her pants, it wasn’t happening. Eventually, she stood up and looked up at him. “…Go to the bathroom,” she finally answered him. “Let’s go, then, sweetheart.” He picked her up from under her arms. That night before, she had not really taken in how tall and how muscular he was, but now, as he swept her up in a fluid motion and settled her in his arms, she realized just how big and strong he was. She felt a feeling of flying, but rather than excited, she felt fear for a moment until he had her in his arms and was now carrying her towards the dreaded bathroom. Her body shook. She couldn’t tell if she was shaking because she was trying to hold it so much or if it was because she was scared to go in there, but in no time, they had already gone through the door. She turned her head to tuck her face into his chest not wanting anyone to see her face. Somehow, not looking at the boys in the room seemed safer than seeing who might see this oversized child being carried by a supposed parent right to an empty stall, where he finally put her down. “You can go in and undress yourself to pee,” he told her. “I’ll just wait out here and keep my hand on the door so you know I’m still here for you.” Olivia backed away from the stall door, and watched him pull it closed. True to his word, his hand stayed on the top of the door. Olivia undid her pants and slid them down her legs with her panties and then sat on the toilet. She was breathing a little heavily. Now, it was not so much her body as her thoughts that kept her from peeing. She was still scared something might happen, so it took her some time to get the spraying started. It seemed like an hour before a little squirt came out. Once the first squirt came out and nothing happened, a second one came out a little quicker, and then a third and fourth quickly followed until she found herself downpouring into the toilet. The relief felt amazing as she sat there peeing. When she was all done, and had wiped, she reached down at her disgusting pants and panties, and seeing the yellowed stain in her panties along with the mud all over the back of them and in the seat of them, she remembered the night before. She had already peed herself the night before. Why couldn’t she do it when she really thought it important? Anyway, now that it was almost over, all she had to do was pull her disgusting and damp panties up and then her skirt. She eventually tapped at the divider to let Jim know she was finished, and he opened the door for her and led her to the sink where he pulled her up and sat her on the side of the sink to wash her hands. I could have washed my hands standing, she thought to herself, but she didn’t say it aloud. She was too worried about disobeying him in public, like it might cue someone in on the fact he wasn’t really her dad. After she had her hands washed, Jim picked her up and walked her back to the car where they met Nicole and Lacey on the way, Nicole telling him that she had to take Lacey potty because it was an emergency. Jim nodded. “Just don’t dawdle, and try not to make eye contact. We don’t need people figuring out who you are by getting a good look at you.” Both Nicole and Lacey nodded up at him, and then they both walked hand in hand, their heads lowered towards the ground to avoid catching anyone’s eye. Jim helped Olivia into the car, and then he whispered to her. “I’ll be right back. I need to take care of myself, but I didn’t want to do it in front of you or leave you unattended in there.” Olivia just nodded, and as he walked away, she settled in her seat and relaxed. Now looking around the SUV by herself, she noticed that there were two bucket seats in the front, two bucket seats just behind the front, and then a back row with a sofa-like seat that could seat three or four. Behind that, was a large enough space, that if they were to go shopping, they could fit quite a bit, and already there were two suitcases and one bag of clothes. She went back to her seat and sitting down, she looked around outside the windows. There were maybe twenty cars that she could see scattered around the huge parking lot. They were somewhere in a green area with a few scattered trees around the park where the bathrooms were and beyond. For all the heartpounding urgency in needing to move on, the rest area contrasted it with a tranquility that started to slow her heart. Despite her sisters having a huge headstart, it was Jim that returned first. He got into the car and then looked back at Olivia. “Are you hungry?” he asked. Olivia nodded. “We’re going to stop somewhere to eat as soon as I find a place, okay?” Olivia nodded again. “I know it was scary to go in the bathroom with me like that the first time, but you’ll need to get used to it if you don’t want to constantly pee in your pants, little lady. You are going to be treated like a little kid for a while, someone no older than ten years of age. No one is looking for little kids and two parents. They are looking for two teens and a young girl that is barely an adult. Understand?” Olivia nodded. “You are going to have to be a daddy’s girl and really sell it when we are in public. I know you won’t like it at first, but the better you do that, the less likely anyone will have to call the police or think that you are the missing girls they are looking for.” Olivia opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything, she just nodded. She understood that he was now sharing with her the plan to keep them hidden right in plain sight, right under everyone’s noses, and while she didn’t much like the idea of being treated like a little kid, she had to admit that he had point. And she and her sister were short enough, they might pull it off. “Olivia almost peed her pants on the way to the bathroom,” Jim told Nicole. Nicole frowned. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Jim told her. “I’m glad she acted like a little kid having a hard time to hold it. The better she sells the idea she’s ten and not fourteen, the easier it will be for us to hide the girls.” Nicole nodded. “Did Lacey wet herself?” he asked. “I don’t think so,” Nicole responded. “What do you mean, you don’t think so? Didn’t you go in the stall with her? She’s only eight, and needs looked after.” “No, I went in with her. But her panties were already damp from last night, so it’s hard to tell if she peed herself again or not. The girls were running all day yesterday and had no chance to use the bathroom, until now. Obviously, that caused both of them to pee sometime yesterday in their pants.” Jim nodded. “I thought Olivia’s undies felt wet even though she had not peed before getting into the toilet, and even then, it took her a while to get started.” “Well, you don’t expect them to wait forever, do you?” “No. I’m glad they wet. The more child-like they are, the better. I was telling Olivia I’ll stop at the first place we can buy some food, but we should get them some clothes too. They shouldn’t wear wet pants any longer than they have to.” Nicole nodded. “But you know I don’t have any money.” “I know,” Jim said. “And I told you before we left that I’d take care of anything you girls need until you get on your feet and want to move out. Until then, I expect both kids to act like little kids, and them to call you mom and me, dad.” Nicole nodded. “I didn’t tell them that part yet.” “Well, we just did,” he looked back to see both Olivia and Lacey had their mouths hanging open at everything that was being said about them and what was expected. Olivia leaned in at Lacey. “He took me right into the boys’ room,” she whispered. “I thought I was going to die, but at least he let me go without watching me,” she whispered. “Nicole watched me,” she whispered back. “She told me that Jim wanted her to watch me like a little kid, and we are both supposed to be elementary school kids. Do you really think we are little enough to fool everyone?” Olivia shrugged. “Some people have mistaken my age before. I don’t ever remember anyone asking if I was ten before, but they have asked if I was eleven or twelve. Ten isn’t that far of a stretch.” “But what about me? I think Nicole told me that I have to act like I’m eight.” “It’s not going to be easy for either of us, but you trust Nicole, don’t you?” Lacey nodded. “Well, I trust her, too, so if she says we need to be eight and ten, then I’ll do it. I already had Jim carry me around.” “I saw him holding you when we went to the bathroom.” By this time, the car had already started moving again. “I didn’t tell him to pick me up,” Olivia blushed. “He just did it. He let me use the bathroom with the door closed, but that’s all he let me do by myself. I’m not sure if he’s treating me like I’m ten or I’m four, but they told me to behave like a ten year old, so that’s what I’m going to do.” Lacey nodded. “If you can do it, then I guess I can try to act two years younger than you. I am actually two years younger, but eight? I wonder if they expect me to make messes like when I eat?” Olivia nodded. “Probably a little bit, and even if you don’t, I bet he tries to wipe your mouth and hands.” Lacey blushed. “I guess that’s okay, maybe.” Nicole looked back at the little girls talking. “Jim is now your daddy,” Nicole confirmed what was going on with the younger sisters. “Like he said, the law will be looking for either two teenagers or two teenagers and one young woman on the run. They will not expect a family with two little girls, so you’ll also have to call me mommy, okay?” Olivia and Lacey nodded to the new plan. “Olivia, daddy says you almost peed your pants again when he took you potty. Don’t worry, daddy will never ever hit your something like that, and I won’t be mad if you actually do that as a ten year old, but how about you ask us to take you before it gets that bad again just so you don’t embarrass yourself, okay? Even ten year old children don’t pee their pants, sweetie.” Olivia nodded. Jim coughed as though he was going to say something. “Yes sir?” Nicole looked over at him. “Olivia can hold it as long as she wants. I have no problem with a ten year little one peeing sometimes in her pants, and if she does that, then there is no way anyone would think she was the teenager that was running away.” “Jim, hon, please think about this a minute. A ten year old peeing her pants? You really don’t want to make Olivia that sad, do you?” “I don’t want her to be sad, no, but if it protects you ladies from being found, then a little sadness is a small price to pay. Besides, like you said, no one is going to hit her for it or get mad at her, and we’ll change her as soon as she needs it if it happens. I’m not telling her to just pee on purpose. But if she neglects to tell us until it gets bad or if she doesn’t make it to the bathroom for any other reason, then she’ll look a lot more like a little kid than a teenager.” Nicole shook her head. “Olivia,” Jim spoke to her making sure she was paying attention to him. “You’re a ten year old little daddy’s girl, but you do sometimes get embarrassed about daddy taking you potty, don’t you?” Olivia nodded with a very soft “Yes sir,” in response. “So if you are so embarrassed about daddy taking you potty, then it’s only reasonable that you wouldn’t want to tell daddy right away when you have to go, but you should tell me before you wet because you’re a big girl, and when you tell me, we’ll try to get you to the bathroom. Sometimes, though little girls don’t usually wet their pants, they do a potty dance from holding it a little bit too long.” Olivia nodded and looked over at Lacey wondering what Lacey thought. “You may be taken to the potty sometimes by daddy, too,” Jim told Lacey. “The thing is, I don’t ever want anyone to see just the three of you girls together anywhere, or even just the two of you younger ones because they might put it together, so that means I will always be taking at least one if not both of you to the bathroom when we are in public. You don’t let little girls go on their own in public because that’s when you give bad things a chance to happen.” Lacey gulped but nodded. Nicole looked over at him. “And what about me?” “You’re the mommy. Of course you can tell me at any time you need to go, and you should make it unless it is out of your control and impossible.” Nicole nodded. The Session: “And what do you think about what they told you girls to do?” Dr. Scotts asked. “It was necessary,” Olivia whispered. “It was necessary, and I would gladly do it again if I could avoid this whole thing and be back in the trailer with my daddy and Nicole as my mommy.” “You would? But you’re not even allowed to be sixteen there, are you?” “I don’t care. I’d be ten forever if they wanted me to, which they don’t. I’m twelve now, for your information because they will allow me to grow up. We were just being careful so you didn’t find us, but you did anyway.” “Us?” Dr. Scotts looked at her for minute. “I’m just a psychiatrist.” “You are part of the system. The system found us, and now you are trying to ‘fix’ something wrong, but there’s really nothing wrong. My younger sister and I were happy with our daddy and with Nicole being our mommy.” Dr. Scotts sighed. “Well, that’s all for this session. We’ll talk real soon.” “Not if my little sister and I get away and find our daddy again.” The doctor shook his head and let the lady that brought her in to see him escort her out. In the next session, Dr. Scotts put some pictures out on the table that was off in one corner of his office. Some of the pictures were of Jim holding Olivia and Nicole holding Lacey’s hand, and some of the pictures showed Olivia wearing a diaper under a dress, but had Lacey in a dress just as short without any diaper peeking out from under it. Olivia was guided into the office and told to relax on the sofa. She wore a pair of jeans that were faded, and a pink shirt with a rainbow on it. “Last time, we left off where you were told you are to be ten years old,” Dr. Scotts reminded Olivia. “How did your week go at home?” “That’s not my home. My home is with daddy and mommy Nicole. It’s a jail, and I didn’t even do anything wrong.” Her tone was defiant, but she wasn’t yelling. She was simply expressing how she felt with a bit more ‘tude’ than necessary, but then, she didn’t think it was enough ‘tude,’ herself. If it was enough, then maybe these idiots would realize that what Nicole and Jim had done with the two young girls was protect them from a system that didn’t care about their feelings or their health. “So, you didn’t enjoy it at the home, then?” he wrote something down. “I’m going to show you some pictures. I’d like you to tell me how you feel about them. After that, we will continue with you telling me how you got where you are.” Olivia nodded. “Fine.” “Explain this one,” Dr. Scotts showed the picture with Jim holding her like a small child while Lacey had her hand held by Nicole as they walked into their trailer house. “What?” Olivia asked seeming to wonder what was wrong with what he was showing. “Why is the man carrying you and not Lacey?” “Because I’m the daddy’s girl. We decided that a long time ago, and if I’m ten years old, then there’s really nothing wrong with him carrying me, is there? He’s not doing anything strange you wouldn’t do with a little kid.” Dr. Scotts frowned. “…And you liked being carried everywhere?” “Not always, but he was my daddy. And I love him very much, so if he wants to carry me sometimes, it’s really not such a bad thing.” “But you didn’t always like him doing it, especially when other kids were around, did you?” Olivia shrugged. “There’s a lot of things kids don’t like their parents to do when other kids are around, but they do it. My friend Ruth had her cheek kissed by her dad in front of the whole Daycare, but I ignored it as did most of the other kids because we know moms and dads are pushy sometimes.” Dr. Scotts nodded. “Then what about this one? You can obviously see the difference, and you are at daycare in this one. Were you being punished?” “No,” Olivia said. “How would I be punished by wearing a dress I liked?” “Look under it, girl. I know you can see it.” Olivia shrugged. “I’m wearing a diaper. So what?” “So, who put that silly thing on you, and why?” “The daycare staff put it on me because I had an accident while I was playing outside.” “Do you think ten year old children have accidents like that?” the doctor was trying to make his point. Olivia shrugged. “I had one.” “The question is… why?” Olivia shrugged. “Are you guys going to punish me for something I did months ago, then?” Dr. Scotts shook his head. “We are trying to get to the bottom of how much abuse you went through while in Jim and Nicole’s custody.” “I didn’t get abused,” Olivia said very slowly and determinedly at him. “The only place that abused me, was that system and that home they took us away from.” Dr. Scotts shook his head and reminded her where they were from the day before again, and asked her to continue that story. The First Breakfast They were back on the road after getting settled in the car. The sun seemed to brighten the world, and though what Jim was asking of the girls was a little weird for them, and could have put a damper on their moods, the whole getting away from a place that punishes you for no reason, of staying with their sister, and being cared for even if it was weird overshadowed any negative feelings that could have crept in. “I think there’s a Denny’s up here,” Jim told Nicole and the girls. “We should get the kids some breakfast, and then stop by and get them some clothes. It’s not good to have them wearing dirty clothes even this long, but as they didn’t have anything to change into before, we have no choice until we stop.” Nicole nodded. Olivia and Lacey squealed with delight. “Please calm down, girls,” Jim told them. “I’m glad you are happy, but your piercing screams are not good for my driving, and we certainly don’t want any reason for the police to stop by, do we?” The girls smiled and nodded agreeing with him. Before they knew it, Olivia and her small family was stopped outside a Denny’s. Jim opened the side door, and then he looked in on Olivia. “Olivia, honey, do you have a problem with being daddy’s little girl and letting me pick you up?” Olivia looked a little uncertain at Nicole. He had carried her earlier without even asking her, but now, he was asking her to accept what he wanted to do. She felt her face get a little red, but Nicole nodded at her to go along with it. Eventually, Olivia nodded and reached up at him to let him lift her from under the shoulders and settle her in a comfortable position with one hand under her bottom for support and the other hand around her back. Lacey frowned up at what he was doing, but Olivia didn’t pay much attention to her sister’s frown. When they got into the restaurant, they were given a table almost right away, and that’s when Jim let Olivia down and they let Lacey sit next to her while the ‘adults’ sat across from them. “You girls can get anything you want from the menu,” he told them. “Don’t look at the prices, but just get one breakfast and maybe one side thing if you want.” The girls nodded up at him. Nicole looked over at Jim for a minute, but he smiled. “Nicole, I told you. I want to do this. Don’t be scared to eat. You’ll be on your feet soon enough and be able to take care of the children, but until then, let me spoil them as if they are my own little kids, okay?” Nicole nodded and ordered breakfast along with everyone else. All the while of eating, Jim looked at the little girls, and Olivia could see something in his eyes that she had not seen in anyone’s eyes, aside from her sisters for her, in a very long time. There was patience, there was caring, and there was enjoyment at what she was doing, even though the only thing she was doing at the moment, was eating. “After you kids eat, we’ll take you potty once more just to make sure,” he told the little girls. “And then we are going to get you some clothes you can change into. Playing in the mud can be fun, but it’s no fun wearing dirty clothes like that for two days.” Olivia nodded as did her little sister, Lacey. Lacey looked up at him. “Do I have to go in the bathroom with you?” “You can go with your mommy,” he told Lacey. “I’ll take care of Olivia for now.” Lacey nodded and Olivia gulped. “I already went at the rest area though, daddy. I really don’t have to go again.” “I want to be sure, honey. It might be a while before you can go again once we get back on the road, so I want to give you a chance to go as much as I can while we are near bathrooms.” Olivia nodded. True to his word, he took her right after breakfast, and again, he let her close the divider door to pull down her skirt to go, but she felt like everything else he did, it was not exactly treating her like a ten year old. Sometimes, she felt more like a three year old, especially when after she was done, she was once again lifted up, carried to the sink, put on it, and helped to wash her hands. Was she ten or was she three? When she looked up at him to tell him that he was treating her more like a baby than a ten year old, she saw that look in his eyes again, like when they were at the table, and her heart fell. She couldn’t tell him that he was being uncool. She didn’t want to make him mad at her, and not because she was afraid of him, either. It was because she didn’t want to disappoint him. So, with a sigh, she let him wash her hands for her. “Daddy?” she looked up at him as he dried her hands off on paper towels. “Is there another reason you like us to act like little kids other than just hiding us?” He touched her nose. “Let’s talk about that later, in a place that’s not so public, okay?” Olivia nodded. Jim picked Olivia up after he was done with getting her ready to go, and he carried her back out to the car where they’d continue their journey. “You seemed to have been thinking a lot clearer before you were brainwashed by this guy than you are now,” Doctor Scotts observed. “If you knew there was more to his agenda than hiding you, why would you willingly want to go back to it?” “Because,” Olivia looked him in the eye. “He cares about me, he cares about Lacey, and he tried to keep us together. No one else even did one of those things for us before.” “How do you know he cares about you? If he cared, wouldn’t he realize that he’s doing things that you don’t like?” “Things I don’t like?” Olivia raised her eyebrow at the doctor. “…And what about making me come to these dumb sessions? I suppose that’s something I’m supposed to like, right?” “I… Well, no. But this is different.” “You bet it’s different,” Olivia said. “I’m being forced to come here without any choice at all. And the only thing they’ll tell me about it, is that I’m sick and I need the help, but when I agreed to do what daddy asked, he asked me to do it, and he explained that it was to hide us from people like you.” “But he didn’t tell you everything at first, did he?” “Maybe not, but he did tell me. It’s more than I expect from you or the people want to put me through all this.” Dr. Scotts sighed. “We’re not doing this because you’re sick,” Olivia was sure he was lying. “We’re doing this so you can understand what happened to you, and understand why it’s abuse.” “Oh, right. Someone who cares enough about us to take care of us, put us in nice and clean clothes, be understanding when we are upset, and shower us with love is more abusive than a home that hits us for no reason or for reasons that we can’t understand or control, a home that makes going to school hard on us, and a home that wants to separate us from our big sister for good? You are such hypocrites.” The doctor shook his head. “Believe me, if the state thought that the home was doing half what you think it was doing, then they would have yanked you out of that place a long time ago.” “Yeah, right! Because there are so many other places that want to take three little girls in to take care of, right? Even if they did, we’d probably have ended up all separated years ago.” Dr. Scotts shook his head. “So, you put up with the placement center you were in because it kept you together?” “No. We put up with it because we had no choice. They tried to separate us many times, so we never knew when they were going to make it work.” He sighed and went to the table with the pictures and showed her another one. “You were in the sixth grade when we picked you up, weren’t you?” Olivia shrugged. “Do you remember this?” Olivia gasped at the picture he showed her. It showed her sitting in class at just the moment of her last panty accident, and she remembered that day quite clearly. Nearly the whole class laughed at her when she eventually had to stand up and walk to get in line for lunch. “…And doing this to yourself was your idea, was it?” Dr. Scotts asked. “No.” she said in a bad mood now. “No, indeed,” Mr. Scotts agreed with her. “It happened because of something you agreed to do for your daddy Jim, right?” “No,” she said in a pout. “He had nothing to do with that.” “Didn’t he?” “No, he didn’t.” The doctor put the picture down. “Well, we’ll see. You still have more to tell us about your little adventure in escaping the state, don’t you?” “If you insist,” she said though her attitude showed that she knew she had no choice in the matter and it definitely didn’t make her happy to talk to him. “Well, why don’t you tell me what happened after that first breakfast then?” Changing for Daddy Olivia remembered being in Target, next, a department store that had all sorts of things that children needed for their lives, whether it was clothes, toys, games, or sports equipment to include bicycles. For the time being, Olivia was being carried by Jim while Nicole was holding Lacey’s hand, and they walked through the main entrance to the cart area. Jim put Olivia in the cart, and then he picked Lacey up and carried her. Olivia didn’t worry about being stuck in the cart. With her clothes as dirty as they were, and she was sure that she smelled bad, she was glad that no one saw her walking around. The cart was a lot better, and if everyone thought she was an elementary school kid, then even better. Eventually, they did get to the children’s clothing section, and Jim put Lacey down, and then he picked Olivia up and put her down so they could walk. “You take Lacey around,” Jim told Nicole. “Get her four tops, six bottoms of whatever you think is best for her, some underclothes, socks, and whatever else she needs. I’ll take Olivia around.” Nicole nodded, she started to head off with Lacey while Jim pointed out the pants, skirts, and overalls area to little Olivia. Of course, all these clothes were decorated for a little girl with cute designs on the overalls pockets, hearts and girly designs on some of the skirts, and even the pants had some with hearts on the pockets, My Little Pony characters on the back pockets and other cute designs. Olivia looked up at him. “Let’s see what we can find that would be fitting for you, honey,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure there has to be something here you’d like.” Olivia nodded and looked around at the different things they had while Jim also took this off a rack, put it back, and then pulled that off. She wasn’t sure, but it looked like Jim was going to make the final decisions on what she got, though she couldn’t blame him. He was using his own money, after all, and it had been so long since they had new stuff anyway, she would go along with almost anything he decided on. Though he did have the final say, she found out when she tried to get something that he thought was too teen-like, he did let her choose if she chose plainer or more childish like clothes. So eventually, she had a jumper-overalls design purple skirt, A pink one just like that, a pair of blue overalls that were pants style, and a couple of jeans. She also got several cute childish shirts, three of them with cartoon-like drawings on them, and two that just had pretty designs on them, and then he took her to the undies area. She blushed, but she knew she had no choice but to endure him standing there letting her know what panties she should get or what she shouldn’t get. While they were there, she started to feel a little nagging at her bladder, but she didn’t want to go to the bathroom with him in such a busy place. It was bad enough that morning when he took her at the rest area, and then tried to get her to pee after breakfast. She ignored it and continued shopping, something that he seemed in no hurry to finish because as he said, it was not worth shopping if they missed something important. They were in the store for nearly two hours when he happened upon some quite thick cotton panties that were mostly plain colored. Olivia blushed as he seemed to seriously consider these, and in the end, he bought more than enough for her and Lacey, and in both sizes. He was going to expect her to wear them, but he also got her some cute thinner little girl panties with cartoons on them or with girly designs. After nearly three hours in the store, and Olivia thought they were about ready to pay, Jim suddenly looked over at the toys area as the small family walked together. “If these girls are going to be real children,” he told Nicole. “…Then they need some toys. At least three stuffed animals or dolls a piece, at least one activity, and two other toys that girls like.” Nicole nodded looking at the ground. “You’re already getting them so much, and there’s no way I think I can pay you back for what you are getting. Besides, what if they don’t want to play with them?” Jim shrugged. “They need to get used to playing with toys if they want to stay with you. They need to be convincing little children or someone may figure out what is really going on.” He said it right next to both Olivia and Lacey holding their shoulders so that they would definitely understand what he expected and why. Olivia gulped and nodded as did her little sister. “Good. Get some toys, girls.” Olivia started to shuffle in place as she looked at a stuffed animal. She was really needing to pee badly, but she really didn’t want Jim to take her. She kept quiet, biting her lip and staring determinedly at the toys not wanting him to take her to the boys’ room. She put one of her choices in the cart, when she suddenly shuddered and went stiff trying to keep herself from leaking any. That’s when a hand found itself on her shoulder. “Do you need to go potty?” Nicole asked her quietly from just behind. Olivia nodded. “You better let daddy take you before you wet your pants.” Olivia gulped and nodded. Nicole was right, if she didn’t let him take her soon, she would definitely be peeing her pants. “Jim, you need to take care of Olivia. She’s trying to hold it, but it seems she’s also been hiding it because she doesn’t like to go in public toilets with her daddy.” Jim smiled and nodded. “Come on, sweetheart,” he told Olivia. “We don’t want a messy little accident, do we?” Olivia shook her head and reached up with her hands letting him pick her up as he often felt the need to do. As he carried her, one hand under her bottom for support and the other on her back, she leaned her head against him and hid her face in his chest. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the way he was holding her, it was more like she was squeezing him around the side between the stomach and the back with her thighs, and because of that, she couldn’t close her pee place at all. She felt a little spray out before they got to the bathroom. With tears in her eyes and a determined frown on her face, she willed her body to obey and her and to stop spraying for a few minutes. It worked until they stepped into the bathroom, and then suddenly, she started to sob and shake as pee just flowed down all over her legs and then got him a little wet and peed all over the floor as he lifted her down to her feet. She stood there, peeing through her panties under her skirt for the next few seconds, and then she looked up at him shaking. Tears were in her eyes. A feeling in the pit of her stomach reminded her of what happened at the home when her little sister would wet the bed a couple of years ago, and she looked up with her eyes pleading him not to hit her. Jim bent down to her when he thought she was finished peeing, and then he gently lifted her from under her arms again. “Well, I guess we’re too late this time,” he told her. “If you don’t want to wet your pants, you need to tell daddy sooner if you need to be taken to the bathroom, honey.” He patted her wet bottom through the back of her skirt which was just as soaked, and he kissed the top of her forehead. “It’s not the end of the world, baby. You needed to put on some clean clothes anyway, so after we finish getting the toys, and paying for the clothes, we’ll get you changed in the car, sweetie, unless you want to come back in the bathroom to change. She shook her head no. She didn’t want to change in front of a bunch of boys, and she hoped in the car, she could duck down and at least only let the people that she had to trust see what she was doing. Jim patted her back lightly. “That’s what I thought, baby. It’s okay.” He carried her back out of the bathroom and back to Nicole and Lacey. “She didn’t make it,” he told Nicole. “But she’ll be okay until we get them to the car. For now, let’s finish getting them some toys.” Nicole looked like she wanted to say something, but the look Jim gave her made her reconsider and keep her mouth closed as the girls continued to be encouraged to get enough toys. Once the children had the minimum number of toys he wanted them to have, toys appropriate for an eight year old and a ten year old, he carried Olivia, and Nicole had Lacey hold the cart side as they walked to the cashier to pay. Some people gave Olivia strange looks, but then she was all wet and being carried like a baby, and she was definitely bigger than a baby. Jim ignored the people looking at her, and every time she looked like she was going to see someone looking their way, he distracted her with some words of comfort, or with directing her attention at some candy he would buy her and then Lacey, too. Finally, they were through the line and back in the car. Jim opened the door for the girls to get in, and then he started to unload the cart into the back of the car, while holding out a clean pair of panties and a clean jumper skirt for her. He did the same for Lacey, but the difference in the underwear, was that he gave Lacey a pair a thin regular ones while he gave Olivia a pair of thicker pink ones. The girls didn’t argue. “You’re both dirty,” he told Lacey. “So you both need to change your clothes. When we stop later on, at a motel, you’ll both get a bath.” The girls nodded. Jim didn’t get in the way of the girls taking off their own dirty skirt or jeans, panties, and even shirts. He just let them put on the clothes he gave them, and told them to take off their shirts too. “Your jumper skirt will hide enough of your body for now,” he told them. “We’ll put a shirt on you later after we get to a motel. Besides, you’re little girls. There’s nothing to see, babies.” He was sort of right. Even without their trainer bras and undershirts on, it was hard to tell that they were really developing at all. Even Olivia had rather flat ones, and the overalls hide the important parts well enough that she certainly looked no older than 11 or 12 years old. Lacey’s was even smaller, so she easily passed for the eight year old they were asking her to be. “I’m sorry I peed my pants at the store,” Olivia eventually whispered in the car as they drove along, both little girls finally in their clean clothes and sitting in the far back seat so as not to get their clean clothes any more dirty than they would be from being worn on dirty bodies. “It’s alright,” Jim whispered back towards her. “It was an accident, and a ten year old that was almost kidnapped from her mommy and her younger sister has good reason to be scared of being separated from them even to go potty.” Olivia and Lacey looked at one another. “Lacey may not have wet her pants and let mommy take her potty, but then she’s only eight. She doesn’t understand what almost happened as well as her ten year old sister does,” Jim went on to explain what he wanted them to be like. “You are a big girl, Olivia, and since you were almost kidnapped, of course you’re scared and that kind of thing, even in a big ten year old like yourself, it can cause you to be scared enough to wet your pants, baby. Daddy and mommy will never be mad at you for peeing in your pants because you are not yet comfortable after such an experience, sweetie.” Olivia and Lacey’s mouths dropped. “It’s okay,” Jim continued. “Olivia is going to be having some accidents both during the day and in her sleep for a while. It’s expected. I expect you, Lacey, to give your sister a break and not make it any harder than it has to be for her to wet her bed and not always make it to the potty even when’s awake.” Lacey frowned, but nodded. “Olivia, no one in this car is going to punish you if you want to hold it long enough that you sometimes don’t make it. The more childish you are, the less likely people will think to look at you as a teenager.” Olivia looked down. Was he telling her he Wanted her to pee her pants sometimes and to wet the bed? That’s what it sounded like to her. In Session: “So, that’s when you were first to understand that he wanted you to pee your pants and to wet the bed?” Dr. Scotts asked Olivia interrupting her story. Olivia nodded. “And you don’t think that’s abuse, to make a kid, whether she’s fourteen or she’s ten, to wet her pants?” “He didn’t make me,” Olivia told the doctor with a pout on her lips. “Maybe he didn’t hit you or tell you in such a way that it scared you to disobey him, but he still encouraged it, didn’t he?” Olivia looked at her lap. The doctor was right about Jim encouraging her to do that, not only then, but there were a few talks she could remember about him trying to make her feel okay with wetting her pants, and telling her that it was good that she was being childish so she wouldn’t be seen as a teenager. He called it childish, and then he also said it was from the fear of being almost kidnapped. It was like he was inventing a story to tell people if they asked why she wets her pants. “Maybe he did ask me to do it, but I would happily do it again, if it meant you didn’t find Lacey and me, and take us away from our big sister and our new daddy. He might not have been someone you think is good, but he was really nice to us, and he cared about us.” Dr. Scotts nodded.
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  5. I caught up with Lexie after school, and we walked home together. She reached over hand took my hand as we chatted. At that point, I no longer cared that I was wearing babyish clothes with soggy diapers underneath. I was with Lexie. We got to her house, and her mother promptly changed us. “A big envelope from the school arrived for you,” her mom said. She tore it open. “It’s the course catalog and registration information for next year,” Lexie announced. We decided to pour over it. Lexie was determined to do the Arts program that was being established at our school. I wanted to do the sciences. We went over her courses first, and she filled out a schedule. Then I did mine. She showed it to her mother, and her mother agreed that it looked good. Lexie copied hers over onto the form provided. I’d have to do mine when we get home. “It also says that the information on the uniform requirements is coming soon,” Lexie stated. Well, that is a done deal then. I hoped that this meant that we’d have to go to school in the required uniform rather than baby clothes next year. We’d still likely have to wear diapers under the uniform, but at least outwardly we’d look normal. “Does it say anything about the other high schools?” I asked. She looked down at the form. “Monroe is keeping the IB program and their existing uniforms. Let’s see. Grant High is not having uniforms except for students in the culinary arts program.” “They’ll probably have to wear chef’s outfits,” I said. Lexie agreed. “Lincoln high has the Japanese immersion program. The notation is odd. It says that the required uniform is no uniform.” “That has to mean there’s no uniform requirement, doesn’t it?” I asked. “Well, for Grant it says no required uniform. I dunno. But why are you thinking of going to Grant?” “I always wanted to learn Japanese.” Lexie pouted. “You don’t want to stay at Madison with me?” I smiled. “Just kidding. Of course, I want to stay with you.” I held up the piece of scrap paper I’d written my proposed schedule on. “Here’s my schedule. I’ll put it on the form as soon as I get home.” She smiled and leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Mom came and picked me up before dinner. “I’m sorry I’m not around when you get home, but I’ve just so much to so this week.” “It’s OK. I like Lexie.” I paused. Now was the time to ask something I’d been waiting for. “I’ve not asked her yet, but would it be OK with you if I went out with Lexie, like to the movies or something.” Mom looked contemplatively. “I don’t see why not. I’ll ask Lexie’s mom though. Are you two getting serious?” “I think so.” “Well, maybe Saturday. Friday you have another party to go to.” “Really, what?” “It’s Mark Francis’s birthday. His parents are throwing him a party.” “OK.” This is going to be interesting. Mark hadn’t said more than a few words to me since I became a baby. I don’t know how the party was going to be. The next day on the way home from school, I asked Lexie if she’d like to go to the movies on Saturday if our parents agreed. She said fine and that she was going to Mark’s party on Friday as well. “Who else do you think will be there?” she asked. “Well, probably all the Mad Men. I suspect if you got an invite, his mother invited more of the other babies.” Friday, mom told me she was picking me up from school. She pulled up in front of the building and opened the rear door. I tried to hop into the car seat quickly before someone noticed but mom dallied on getting me strapped into place, and people were staring. We drove to Mark’s house. As Mom unbuckled me, she pulled out a wrapped package. A gift for Mark, I wondered what. Mark’s mother answered the door and ushered us in. “The others are out back,” she said. “You can use Mark’s room if he needs a change.” Mom took me to Mark’s room, and like my own, it had been turned into a nursery. Mom got me up and changed, and I headed out back. Out back there were two definite crowds. Mark and the other Mad Men were in one group. The other group comprised several of the babies. Lexie was there along with Tykie and Janie. I approached them. “Maybe you should go over and talk to Mark,” Lexie asked. “I don’t think he wants to talk to me. Maybe if one of you girls went to see him.” Janie volunteered, and she went over. They were polite to her but went back to talking to themselves, and Janie gave up and came back. Soon, several of the mothers arranged us into games of pin the tail on the donkey and duck-duck-goose. The Mad Men begrudgingly played. Marks father was busying himself over in a fire pit. He was threading hot dogs on sticks, and soon we were all holding them over the fire. Once they had been sufficiently cooked, we were led to the picnic tables, and bibs came out. The hotdogs were cut up, and mustard and catsup dumped on our plates. We ate with our fingers. After eating, Mark’s mother and mine got up and announced that before cake, there was going to be a special activity and called me and Mark to the front. Mark glared at me but then turned to a look of confusion. I just shrugged. I had no idea what was going on either. Mark’s mother spoke. “Mark, now that you know you’ll be in diapers forever, it’s time for you to get rid of your old underwear. She pulled out a basket of clothes which I presumed were exactly that. My mother spoke. “And you, Jakie. You know you’re going to remain a baby. So, I brought your underwear over for disposal as well. She pulled out a basket as well.” Mark’s father was stoking up the fire, and we were led over to it. Mark’s mother handed him a pair of underwear. He stared at it a second and then tossed it into the fire. We watched as it sat a second and then got consumed by the flames, the elastic in the waistband bubbling before it too became consumed. My mother handed me a pair of mine. I tossed it on the fire, and we watched it burn. Several of the other babies applauded. Mark took another pair and tossed them on. This time the Mad Men applauded. We took turns tossing everything into the fire. By the time we’d finished the entire group, Mad Men, babies, Mark, me, we were all laughing and cheering. I looked at Mark. He smiled at me. “I guess I didn’t have any choice once the accident happened. But now you’ve got nothing to go back to, either.” I nodded, and then we both broke out laughing. The two groups fused into one, and we headed back to the tables. Cake and ice cream came out, and nobody cared how messy they got. Mothers arrived and cleaned us up. Presents were opened. All of them were baby stuff for Mark. “My” present was a bubble style romper. I had one just like it. We were all disappointed when the party had to break up, and parents started strapping us into car seats to go home. I looked over at Lexie in the back at her car. She blew me a kiss. I smiled and blew one back.
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  6. Most of us old times will recommend pins. Velcro is problematic in the laundry and it doesn't hold together well. Typically, the diaper outlast the Velcro.
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  7. Use a thicker or second diaper. If the pants are wicking, the diaper isn't doing its job. You can get no-wick pants but they are really uncomfortable. No-wick pants put the plastic right on your skin with the elastic inside the plastic.
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  8. I've known Lisa since Kindergarten. Even then I should of known something wasn't right about her. No she's not a psycho bitch or anything like that. I just remember her telling the teacher on almost a daily basis, "Teacher I peed!" Don't get me wrong I think we all had to tell the teacher that at least once. I got diarrhea and had to tell her "I pooped!" Plus I remember playing with Lisa and my friend Michael at recess, I kind of waited too long and I and Lisa both had to tell the teacher "We peed!" That was kindergarten. After that I don't ever remember having to tell the teacher I had an accident. I did get caught cutting my hair off with the scissors, not all of it just a huge chunk of it right in the front, that was either first grade or second, I can't remember. All I do remember is having to have the rest of my hair cut down to match that chunk I had cut out of my head with the scissors. The barber shaved me down to a buzz cut, I looked like I was a military recruit! He also warned me next time he would shave it all off, you know Mr. Clean style. I never even entertained that idea again. I didn't want to look like Mr. Clean at 7 or 8 years old. Lisa on the other hand still had accidents in her panties until at least third grade, they just weren't daily like they had been in Kindergarten. Lisa was the cutest girl in our class. She was blonde, little upturned nose, to me she was beautiful. I know I wasn't supposed to like girls, they had cooties! But I always had a thing for her. I don't know why. About our 7th grade year, Lisa became all girl. She began sprouting breasts, I mean the tits fairy was overly generous to her she put all other girls to shame! Her and I had always been good friends. We lived about a block from each other. At dances that they started having at 7th grade. I always took Lisa, She knew I was safe. This brought up my popularity, I had the girl with the biggest breasts in our class. Truth was I was a dweeb, I was never an athlete, I was slow as molasses running uphill in winter! I wasn't a brain, I got mostly B's and C's an occasional A. Lisa on the other hand was a beautiful brain. She was the A student, the girl that had the biggest breasts. That was until our Junior year and Beth Granger overtook her in the breast department. Still it wasnt by much! The C's I got were mostly in math. I was pathetic at math! It was a wonder that I could add 2 and 2 together and get 4. There were times for me it made 5. Some people were dyslexic at reading for me it was math, is there such a thing as math dyslexia? If there was I was sure I had it. Lisa agreed to tutor me. Since we were old friends. She came to my home and we would go over and over the quizzes I had them nailed. The next morning, I couldn't remember anything. It was like turning in bed at night erased everything like a an Etchasketch in my brain! By morning everything looked foreign again! Lisa felt for me. The Sr. Prom was coming up. I asked Lisa if she was going. "I don't know, nobody has asked me." I wanted to ask her, but would she go with a math dyslexic like me? "Will you go with me?" "Yes, Jimmy I will go with you!" "Alright, I smiled. What color is your dress, so I know the color of corsage to get?" "Deep purple!" "Cool my favorite color!" I said. "Mine as well!" She said. I started doing everything I could to earn money I picked up pop bottles and beer cans. Cleaned the garage, gutters, mowed lawns. I was enterprising. I had enough for everything. I went to pick Lisa up! You know something has happened you can feel it, almost cut it with a knife. At Lisa's house I could feel the tension! Something bad had been going on. Lisa was usually always bubbly, had a frown on her face. I felt it my duty to enhance her mood. I'm not the best comic but I started telling her jokes, that were even corny to me, soon her smile was back on her face! "Thanks Jimmie for making me feel better!" "Anytime Lisa, your my queen tonight, I want to make you feel like one!" I pinned the corsage on her and I didn't even prick her breast with the pin. That had been one of my major concerns. We arrived and even though I was born with two left feet I still danced with her. I do think I did step on her foot at least once, maybe twice. I got us some punch it was getting hot in the venue we had rented for the prom. They opened the doors after about an hour and a half. It began to cool down. Lisa and I got our photo taken of prom night. It started getting cool so they shut the doors that they had opened to air it out. Kurt Kowalski and his group had crashed the prom. Kurt was approximately the size of Mount Rushmore, and just as strong. He was our linebacker, and Wrestled as our Heavyweight. Massive and strong. He was everything I wasn't in the strength department. And was dumber than a box of rocks! Even dumber than me. At math when he added 2 and 2 where I got 5 he got 6! Tonight he was drunk and he was picking on kids littler than him, that was pretty much everybody. I was praying he wouldn't come and bother us. No such luck! "Edwards, whats up my man?" He slurred towards me. "Nothing Kurt, what's up with you?" I asked in the most non threatening manner I could muster, without wetting myself in front of my date, Lisa. "I wasn't allowed to come tonight, he said. Some thing about my grades not being good enough!" Like I said dumber than a box of rocks. "If I had of came I was thinking about asking Miss Lisa here. What do you say Miss Lisa?" "Go away Kurt, your drunk!" She said. I know she had just signed our death warrants. You dont poke the bear. Kurt was going to kill us, starting with me! Kurt's demeanor changed. "Oh Miss Upity doesn't want to be seen with me when I'm drunk!" He grabbed her and lifted her dress. I'm sure to look at her panties. I was surprised as he was Lisa was wearing a diaper. I took this time his shock and since she was my date. I'm not proud of what I did, I kicked Kurt square in the balls. He dropped like an avalanche. He said oof. His cronies started punching at me. My face was about destroyed by 4 guys punching me. Next thing I knew the police were there arresting them. Including Kurt who was still on his knees. Trying to catch his breath. All I could do was lay on the floor and bleed. My nose, lip, and eyebrow. We're leaking blood. They had the paramedics come look at me they decided that I needed a stitch in my eye. My biggest supporter was Lisa she kept ice on my eye. "Your my hero Jimmie!" She kissed my cheek several times. When we were alone in my limo that I had rented, on the way to the hospital, l never envisioned it would double as an ambulance! I asked Lisa about her diaper? "Remember in Kindergarten, how I used to wet all the time?" She asked me" "Yeah but you weren't the only one it happened to me once or twice!" I said. "Well the truth was I had little control over my bladder, that's why I wet all the time day and night!" "Okay, I know a few of those kids still wet their beds until they were much older." I said. "Yes I know, I was one of them. In fact I still wet my bed!" "You? But your so beautiful and smart!" "Beauty and brains were never required for continence! She smiled. Today I was getting my hair and nails done for tonight. I was really excited that you asked me to the prom, and I was actually going. I kind of had an accident from being so excited. Before you got to my house, my parents and I fought over if I should wear a diaper for tonight. Since I had wet myself earlier in the day from the excitment of the prom. You probably felt the tension when you got there. My parents told me I was wearing one or they would tell you why I wasn't going. I wore the diaper. Like the next girl I don't like being reminded that at 17 years old I still sleep in those diapers." "You know I must be weird, or I got a concussion or something, but the thought of you in diapers and still wetting your bed. Really excites me!" "Really?" she asked me? She looked and I had pitched a tent in my trousers! "Wow, you really are excited!" She kissed my cheek again she began rubbing me through my pants. I told her to stop or I wouldn't get the deposit back on the tux I had rented. But truly I wished she wouldn't. After that I was lucky that my eye took only two stiches. Kurt and his Cronies were expelled. Lisa and I began dating. She knew how to tease me she sent me photos of her getting ready for bed in her diaper and wet ones in the morning. On my phone. I wonder if she knew I masturbated to those photos? I'm sure she did! Thats why she sent them to me! I also began to wonder about my sanity, is it normal for a guy to be aroused by a girl in a wet diaper. Am I nuts? I looked on line, Holy Hell! I found web sites that charge a hell of a lot more money a month than I had, to look at photos of girls in diapers often wet. I got mine for free and I knew and was dating the model! She was just as pretty as the girls getting paid to pose for these photos. And I wasn't sure if some of them weren't staged that you paid for! I knew Lisa's were real! After a few months of dating Lisa. Her dad took me aside and asked me if I knew everything about his daughter. "What do you mean everything? I asked? "My daughter has medical problems she has to wear adaptive clothing for." "You mean her diapers?" I asked? "You know? That doesn't scare you off if her?" "I found out the night if the prom about her diapers, should it scare me off? "Ahh," he didn't know what to say. "Most guys would be repulsed by a 18 year old bed wetter, how come your not?" "Sir I love your daughter, if she has a few medical problems. I have an Epipen in case of bee stings, I'm deathly allergic, we all have something wrong. If you can't tell I'm not the most athletic of individuals, but your daughter loves me, She is smart enough and beautiful enough to have somebody better than me. Im the lucky one." "Son that's the best answer I've ever heard! She told me what you did at the prom, now I don't condone kicking another guy in the testicles but, you neutralized a situation of more embarrasment to my daughter! As a father I thank you for loving my daughter. Your right her bedwetting is only a turn off if you let it!" We went out that night we didn't go far. We hit a secluded spot and we began kissing, She took my hand and placed it between her legs under her dress. I felt her diaper. It began to warm and I knew she was wetting it for me. My Mr happy began to come alive. She began to stroke me through my jeans. I began stroking her through her diaper. We were both 18, me three weeks ago her a week. We wanted more but both of us have pledged to wait for real sex until after were married. Her doing this makes it harder to keep that promise. The End!
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  9. DaveBEd, in relation to cleaning from a BM, purchase a shower douche nozzel. As a result, using same in a shower increases your speed in cleaning. Secondly, use some form of tablet to reduce / eliminate the smell of BMs. As a result, you can change diapers on a schedule, rather than after a BM. I change before going to bed, after breakfast the next morning (ie after morning shower), mid-morning (if needed), after lunch (if not changed at mid-morning), mid afternoon (if needed), before / after evening meal (before if I am going out to dinner, after into a night weight diaper if I am staying home) and before bed if not already in a night weight diaper (baby diaper insert + plastic pants). If any are messy, I shower at the same time, otherwise, a few wipes handle it. As a result, I go through 3 to 6 diapers per 24hrs plus 2-4 baby sized premium diaper per 24hrs. One can easily use one of the 'AB' type diapers as night diapers if you so wish, but I find same to be too absorbant and would normally last 12-24 hours inbetween changes. However, a diaper that bulky is only valid for me on a day that I would not be leaving home / travelling and well hidden. some form of tablet : Nullo / Activated Charcoal + Cod Liver Oil etc.
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  10. The concert bit won't be explained until further down the line, but many things will come to fruition soon, haha. And thank you! I shall try to keep posting as well. Chapter 17: The Key I slipped into a bright red satin dress that Zane gave me since my other clothes were in the wash. He said that my clothes ‘smelled’ so I was clothing-less, besides my grey jacket over the dress to keep me warm. He at least gave me a dress, but that left me without underwear. Hopefully, Zane wouldn’t know, but deep down, I think he knew and planned on this. The waiter poured us both champagne in our glasses, “So…” One of my many questions bubbling on my mind came out, “Are you married now?” I asked, quickly. Zane mused, drinking his champagne and looking out the balcony to the city with a twinkle in his eyes, “No, I haven’t.” His sad eyes met mine. I wanted to cry because maybe I was torturing him by spending the day with him, going out to the nicest and most expensive restaurant on Valorion. I wanted to ask if he ever dated anyone since, but I made sure to stifle my curiosity as I sipped the champagne. “I’ve tried dating, if you were wondering.” His eyes fixated on me with a subtle smile placed on his face. He sighed, “One would say I have very special tastes in a woman…” He trailed off, “I’d say I’m picky and I’ve had many expectations that no girl has ever met... Well, besides one.” His eyes met mine with a wink. The wink made me tingle, in a place I rather not admit. “Oh?” I said, with a giggle, “What would that criteria be?” His eyes lit up, humored, “Hmm.” His hand grazed his chin, “I like… bratty, someone who deserves to be put in their place with a good spanking.” He said, in a normal voice, unwavering to the couples and group sitting around us. My face became red. I didn’t care if we were in another time, people were still aware. I felt sticky, wet in a place I didn’t have panties to cover my dress from the wetness. I was getting excited. God, when I’m back in my time I’m soooo fucking Zane. I was still a virgin, afterall. “Someone who is submissive. Witty. Intelligent, that I can hold conversation with and play a mental game with.” He switched into describing me, “Someone who depended on me. Although, she is strong enough and independent. She doesn’t need me, yet that’s what made me want her the most.” He sipped more champagne, “Yet, wild. I like someone who needs to be tamed. That’s my favorite part.” His eyes twinkled in nostalgia, “You, you were always my favorite part. No matter what you did, you’d be the thing that made me come alive. The person I always wanted to be came out when I was with you.” I blinked back tears, gulping as I looked over the city. What cruel world was I in where this incredible man was left by himself, without any explanation where I was, for fifteen years? What sick fuck would do this to him? Me, it was all me. “What’s wrong, Rayne?” Zane said, eyes studying me carefully, tiredly. “I-“ I shook my head, lip trembling at the sudden emotions washing over myself, “I just didn’t know the implications of leaving you. It’s disgusting, what I caused. You lived a life, one without me, and I’d never wish that upon you. Never.” A tear fell down my face. Zane frowned, tossing his cloth napkin on the table and got up. He kneeled near me, brushing away a tear, “You were taken from me, Rayne. This isn’t your fault.” He smiled, blue eyes sad. I shook my head, “No, I chose to go with him Zane. I-“ I began and a few figures were behind Zane. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking behind him in confusion. “Rayne Griff, it’s beyond urgent to speak with you.” A man said, as my eyes focused on him. I blinked, confused that a Worcan man stood in front of us with dry, white embellished and rippling skin, long pale blonde hair in dreads and piercings. His black eyes focused on me. A man from Saiph stood with him and another amphibian man. How rare of a group to be seen together. It was like when Gemma, Eli, and I together, an odd pairing, but we found eachother. Zane stood, his hand hovering protectively in front of me, “To what is the urgency to disrupt our dinner?” Zane looked at the people near our table. The Worcan man flipped open his wallet, showing a glass badge, “I’m Officer Kalen. We’re with the Intergalactic Time Keepers and we need Miss Griff to help us.” Zane shook his head slowly as I stood up, “Can this wait?” I looked around, seeing that everyone around the room was seemingly ‘frozen’ in time besides these men, Zane and I. I glanced at his white leather jacket and kaki pants. He looked nothing like a Intergalactic Time Keeper that I’d assume. He looked like a drug dealer, if anything. “Unfortunately, this requires our immediate attention that you go back to your time.” The Worcan man nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, at the Saiph man who went into his pocket. I stuttered, “W-wait!” They all paused, looking at me in confusion, “Just give me a minute. One minute.” I said, standing in front of Zane, understanding that they wanted only me, not him. The Worcan officer Kalen, looked down at his watch, sighing impatiently, “Request granted.” He began walking away with his odd trio. I turned around, looking up to Zane’s pained eyes, “I didn’t think it’d be so soon.” He shook his head, “I knew a time lapse would happen, but not tonight. The day I finally see you once more.” He shook his head, blinking back tears as his eyes studied my face, his hand cupping my chin. I closed my eyes, feeling his pain. I wanted to give this Zane everything and so much more. He deserved a life of love, not pain. I opened my eyes again and a tear fell down his face, “Rayne, can you do something for me?” I nodded, as he let go of my chin and took my hands in his, intertwining them, “Go back to the time you left me and ask for a spanking, first.” He smiled, playfully through his sad eyes. I giggled as tears went down my face, “Then, I want you to tell my naive self that the blood oath isn’t lethal to me the day I signed my soul away to save you because I’m not a full-bred Valorion.” I blinked, nodding and understanding that Zane wanted me to help him, stop him from doing the things he did in my own time. Zane smiled sadly, “Thirdly, I want you to find that fuck Sid and spit in his face for me.” Zane looked up behind me as I heard approaching footsteps. “And, lastly, Rayne,” His eyes searched mine, urgency behind them, “Always know to be yourself, no matter how much I may try to protect you, because you are so beautiful and powerful beyond the galaxies. You are the key to fixing me, the galaxies and the planets themselves. I need you, but the galaxies need you far more, Griff.” He said my name, as if I were once a trainee at the Academy. I blinked as he let go of my hands and I felt a hand firmly grasp my shoulder. I felt a vibration in the ground as a tear fell down my cheek and the whole room looked to be vibrating, crackling with blue light as blue and turquoise swirled around us.
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  11. I'm glad to know you are finding joy in doing both. Enjoy yourself.....
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  12. I don't know enough about your Mommy to know what would be really special for her. But I'll first say that you can almost never go wrong with flowers and or jewelry. An adult baby gave me this beautiful bracelet once that had a baby block on it, from the Hallmark store. That piece was a mix of elegant and ABDL. Handmade gifts and personalized gifts can be very thoughtful and special. There are shops on Etsy with lots of personalized gifts. For instance, you could have a blanket or quilt made with your Mommy's name or initials embroidered on it. If you want the gift to be less vanilla and have more of an ageplay feel, you could buy her a diaper bag to keep your baby stuff in or buy her a Mommy dress. I love vintage dresses from the 1950's for a Mommy nostalgic feel.
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  13. the best was the at school didt go to loo all day when i was walking home need to go and just let go in my trousers felt amazing
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  14. Yes...Had an interest in people messing & wetting themselves for as long as I can remember...I started deliberately messing my pants for pleasure as an adolescent ..I'm now in my 60's & its only recently that I've started using diapers & I'm really enjoying this fetish.
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  15. I am in Twyford Berkshire 7 miles from Maidenhead ?.
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  16. Very sorry for your loss. -Hugs-
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  17. In all seriousness, I'm realistic about all of this. I write shameless smut for the internet, I write stories about adults shitting themselves and acting like babies, nowhere in there is this overpowering sense of pride where I'll be devastated that someone didn't like what I wrote. I'm not thin skinned and can take the hate, and in this instance the only regret I have is that I didn't probe you for more information to get a better sense of what you wanted, but that's on me, not you.
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  18. 11 - Off to a Rocky Start Joyce gave her phone a quick time check, seeing it read nearly half-past six. She let out a sigh, as she’d have to postpone her little ‘project’ to get started on dinner. Stealing one last glance, she flicked off the light and locked the door, now giving a warm smile toward the cracked door frame, hiding away the sleeping Emily. As she tenderized the chicken breast she carried off into her typical hum, passively listening to the news on a nearby monitor. Often though nothing really struck her as breathtaking, or at least nothing to give her undivided attention to. Mainly it was stocks and the occasional medical journal she kept on top of the most, and general news outlets wouldn’t be the best place to get those. Absent-mindedly changing channels, trying to land on something worth watching or at least listening to, she suddenly stopped on a cartoon for kids. Instinctively, it triggered a fantasy within her: rubbing the hair on top of Emily’s head whilst she watched her cartoons, completely and totally devoted to one simple task that kept her happy. Then Joyce would do what was only logical and give her a diaper check, and sure enough the result would be… She blinked for a moment when there was a sudden *ding* noise from the oven. She did often get carried away with Emily...She’d probably need to do something about that. Focus on what was happening now, and not what might never happen later. The weekend was finally upon them though, so there’d be plenty of time to realize those fantasies--or at least make some serious progress towards them. They’d be creeping further and further down the rabbit hole. She was almost starting to regret not including Emily in the cooking process, but it was better this way. The more and more Joyce stuck her to a routine, it’d reinforce the atmosphere she was working so hard to cultivate. Joyce was the authority figure and Emily was her charge, and it was clear that both of them were starting to enjoy this kind of dynamic. Still, she’d have to chase away those thoughts for just a second, as cutting scallions wasn’t the best thing to be doing with someone’s padded tush on your mind. What was her expansive bed had now become the horizontal span of a couch, and the surrounding windows were pitch black, accompanied by the faint noise of a tv static in the corner. Emily leaned up from the couch, feeling all out of sorts. She had no fatigue, but she didn’t feel alert either...She felt...off. The more she looked around the room, the more familiar it felt...But there will still key items that kept her from putting a name to a face. The tv was clearly off by a foot, and the kitchen was supposed to have two sets of cabinets, not three. Was this an apartment? There was a potted plant suspended by a shelf on the wall. It had strange, red, and yellow bulbs hanging from it. They were on the other side of the room, and the more she tried to focus, the hazier they looked. Even still, she could distinctly smell them. The word peaches oddly resonated within her. There was a strange disconnect in her body as she stood up from the couch; her nerves were in limbo. It was almost as if she never registered--or even processed--the actual standing motion. She had just gone from sitting to suddenly standing? But her emotions felt suppressed in a way, prohibiting any kind of natural stress one would normally feel from such a situation. She looked down at herself for a brief moment, seeing that she was in a canvas-white tank top, and equally as white panties. None of this incited any reaction within her though. She simply observed. “Hey hon, what’re we having for dinner?” A voice suddenly ‘existed’, as Emily turned her head with lagging motion towards the kitchen. He was tall, decently-built, dressed in a shirt and shorts meant for lounging. He looked as if he’d skipped out on shaving for a few days. “J...Jack?” The name suddenly came to her head, and just as much to her mouth. What was he doing here? What was she doing here? It had never even crossed her mind to try and remember where she last was or what she was supposed to be doing. It was as if her consciousness had pressed the shut down button at some point, and randomly chose to power back up now. “I’ve been waiting for a while now. You always sleep so much, jeez.” “I already made sandwiches,” The fabricated thoughts were entering Emily’s mind. Actions she had no recollection of suddenly made sense for some reason, but it didn’t feel like she was remembering. Yet again, things had suddenly started to exist within her mind without a second thought or question. Why wasn’t she questioning it? Surely enough, Jack opened the fridge and pulled a massive platter out. They were too much of a blur for Emily to even see if they had been appetizing, but she didn’t seem to be putting stock in anything right now. Though, for no real reason the atmosphere was starting to turn stale--oddly fast, as with each moment she stared at Jack, she felt more and more uncomfortable. The shackles on her most negative emotions becoming unchained. The missing foot from the tv she so nonchalantly noticed earlier started to make her heart thump at an odd pace; and the impressed, faded cushions reminded her of helplessness. The cabinets glared at her with their inanimate grins, as they had stolen something from her. Something important. And whatever she did have, her heart was suddenly aching for it to be returned. Everything that seemed so neutral had manifested an indescribable aura of dread--invading her mind with a sense of loss and abandonment she couldn’t place. Clearly she did not belong here; wherever ‘here’ was. But where was she supposed to go? Where did she belong? “Aren’t you gonna eat?” She looked over to Jack who was currently stuffing his face, bits of visible crust and unknown paste mixed with tomato lazily falling out of his overcapacity-mouth. The longer she stared, the more she could feel her vision tilting on its side. Her head felt upright though, so how was something like that even possible? “You look good, by the way.” On the surface it was so casual, yet so...chilling. His words pierced the woman, as she was struck with a sinking feeling, the room beginning to spin on its invisible axis. Her own breathing was becoming louder than anything else, followed by a suffocatingly-close thumping noise that reverberated from her chest. The whiteness on her clothes had somehow lost their purity, and almost looked stained now; turning from a bright white into an almost dreary grey. And as if instinct suddenly commanded, her body almost leaped towards the first door she could see. She couldn’t remember from a few seconds earlier if what she saw now looked like salvation, but a baseless urge from within called her to it. Her hands clasped the metal knob as if they were attracted like a magnet. Her arms twisted and turned--consumed by an irrational anxiety she was quickly drowning in. Just when it felt like her heart was going to stop, and the noises would pop her eardrums, it opened. And there she was. The only thing that made sense. The only thing she could recognize with absolute certainty in this twisted turmoil and catastrophic conundrum. Her figure emanated peace and serenity, coaxing the girl into forgetting what lay behind her. The chill she had felt was fast dissipating into a minor inconvenience, and soon becoming pure warmth. Emily’s face was warm as well, but also covered a flowing sensation. Tears. They were tears. Emily reached her arms out towards safety and security itself, with her vision becoming more blurry as the thing she sought for most remained still; its position static and absolute--like an immovable pillar. She buried her face into their chest, arms wrapped around their waist like iron locks. More than anything she wanted to remain like this forever. What came before and what would come after were concepts that had simply lost their meaning in the face of the paradise she was now basking in. The name had been so distinct to Emily, as it crept along her tongue; ready to voice a sound that was as sweet as honey and seductive as sugar. The edges of her hair danced their tiny feet across the tips of Emily’s shoulders, inviting a much more pleasant and tingly feeling into her heart. Why was there so much suspense? Why did the utterance of a single word feel so...monumental? Significant? She was too busy to consult logic and reason for the answer though. Simply forming the word with her mouth had taken a much higher priority. And yet, the process felt so natural. It echoed so clearly as if it were like breathing. Still enveloping herself, Emily with a wide-forming grin spoke, pleasantly surprised as her mind and mouth quickly shifted tracks. “Joyce!” “Joyce!” “Joyce!” “Momm--!” And in the blink of an eye, the scene had ceased to be. In a cold sweat, Emily arched forward from the bed with a jolt, trying to control her rapid breathing. She looked around her new, and suddenly different surroundings; trying to absorb the much more tame atmosphere. She was in the bed Joyce had tucked her in, with normal thoughts coming back to her--displacing the very surreal ones she had been experiencing just a few moments ago. It wasn’t nearly as loud now, but she could still feel the knocking in her chest. The curtains were partly drawn, as city-darkness stared back from the other side of the glass windows. She shifted uncomfortably, as the space between her lower thighs along with the sheets felt wet. She felt wet all over. Hot, yet cold at the same time. Everything she wore felt clammy, and the few fringes of hair that dangled in her face were oddly irritating right now. She was too occupied to pay mind to the diaper around her waist, even as it crinkled with each shift in her posture. It felt especially warm down there, but not the kind of warm she’d feel after she’d wet. Pressing a hand to her cheek, that felt warm too, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. She felt strange, only now she had the agency to do something about it. Though, a small enigma inside of her wanted someone else to address it. Someone specific. “Emmy...It’s time to get up!” Joyce slowly opened the door, already eager to watch the smaller girl stir awake. Only that it wouldn’t be like the usual routine this time; not when Emily had already woken up on her own, which definitely did not suit her. Hence the reason why Joyce was so concerned after seeing her unusual mannerisms. “Emmy? Are you okay?” She sat beside the girl who was still collecting herself, just noticing Joyce’s entrance now. She draped an arm around her, causing her to notice the unmistakable warmth of her skin and sweat-drenched back. “Emily, why’re you so warm…? And you’re covered in sweat! What happened?” “I...” Her voice started, but it struggled to find the rest of its words. “I don’t know….” It became thick as a helpless feeling welled up from within. “I had this really weird dream, and...” “Was it a nightmare?” Joyce had taken the moment to press the back of her hand to Emily’s cheek as well, feeling just like her arm. How could she have shifted like this so rapidly? Had Joyce failed to notice something when she first came home? “How do you feel right now?” “I feel hot...and cold,” She grimaced. It was almost soothing to have Joyce come to her rescue, but old habits were still irking her for deferring her own wellbeing to someone else so easily. “And in my dream there was Jack...and something about eating?” Even she knew it sounded ridiculous. “I think it was our apartment...and nothing looked right. I felt...lonely...But, then you were there, and then...” The dream was strangely becoming harder and harder to trace. All that she could remember were the sensations and feelings that had become so much more vivid towards the dream’s climax. And then, she’d been jolted awake by who knows what. “It’s all right...I’m here now,” Joyce pulled her in for a hug, as Emily clutched tighter. “But still, how could this have happened? Have you not been feeling well?” “Well...I don’t know...” Emily partly shrugged. “I suppose I haven’t been feeling 100% lately...” “How long is ‘lately’?” “The past couple days maybe? Four?” Joyce sighed. Not because Emily hadn’t told her sooner, but because Joyce wasn’t able to tell until now. She was her own person, but it was hard to refute that since treating Emily like her baby, it was difficult not to see the girl as partly her responsibility. What bothered Joyce the most though was how she clearly didn’t live up to her assumed role. She’d need to do better… “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart, okay?” She lightly rubbed Emily’s back. “Then we’ll figure out what to do from there.” Joyce had already peeled back the covers, pressing her hand on the spot in between Emily’s legs--close to the crotch of her diaper. That didn’t feel dry either, but it obviously wasn’t urine. She’d certainly sweat up a storm though. “I just need to go get something to dry you off with. It looks like you’re damp all over.” Her heart ached to see Emily so distraught. It was the first time she’d seen this kind of physical stress weigh over her. Whenever she was like this emotionally, Joyce always knew there’d be a light at the end of the tunnel, but sickness was always downright insufferable, and there were few prizes for the pain. Emily had motioned herself to the edge of the bed, ready to follow Joyce in tow. “Oh no,” Joyce firmly, but gently, planted Emily back on the bedside. “You stay put, got it? I don’t want you lifting a finger.” “But...” Emily whined with the fatigue in her voice beyond evident. Even she knew arguing was an exercise in futility. Joyce had apparently read her mind though, because she left the room without another word. They both knew Emily had both little bark and bite right now. She came back in record timing, slowly brightening the room with the dimmer, joined with a towel in hand. It was set next to Emily whilst she knelt down to be at a better level with her, working away at the buttons on her blouse--a process which Emily did little to fight. “Sorry honey,” Joyce’s hands went behind Emily’s back. “Bra needs to come off too. Gotta make sure we get you in every nook and cranny.” The clasp was undone and gently slipped off. The only things that remained were her socks and diaper. Deftly, she rolled them off her feet and laid the towel out on the bed, situating Emily’s back on it. “I know you didn’t wet your diaper, but I think we can both say it’s probably not dry either. That’s a fair assumption, right?” This time, Emily’s cheeks weren’t burning because she had a fever. Bashfully, she nodded her head, as the pillows beside her seemed much more interesting--much more than the caretaker who had just confronted the state of her underwear. For a brief moment, the room was filled with the sound of adhesive tearing from plastic. Once Joyce pulled the front of the diaper off, Emily hadn’t realized just how much of a sauna it felt like in between her legs until then. A rush of cool air pressed her nether regions, stimulating an oddly refreshing sensation. “Yep,” Joyce lifted her legs, fully removing the undergarment from underneath. “No pee this time!” She joked, hoping that she could at least improve the girl’s mood in the slightest. “And...up we go!” Joyce taking her by the wrists, stood her on the floor, causing Emily to suddenly take hold of Joyce’s shoulders. On the ground, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Not the kind like in her dream, but a physically uncomfortable one. It felt hard and heavy; like she ate something bad. But she hadn’t eaten anything in quite a while… Joyce had taken the towel from behind and got to work, staying true to her word about every ‘nook and cranny’. Up and down on each leg, including the small pockets behind her knees, Joyce dried her off in every spot. Along the way she grabbed the other areas likely for build-up as well, including underneath the bum, between the legs, armpits, and back. “Do you think I got everywhere?” Joyce slung the towel over her shoulder. “Any spots you want me to go back over?” “No...I think you got everything.” She responded in an almost out-of-it voice. Everything was starting to feel exhausting. She just wanted to lay down, especially when she was starting to feel slight pains from her stomach. Emily’s hair was brushed to the side, revealing her forehead, which Joyce pressed to her own. It certainly felt warm, which confirmed the suspicions both of them already had. “Does it hurt anywhere? Any spot that might feel a little worse than the others?” She had half a mind to give Dr Hall a call right now. It hadn’t been more than twenty minutes, and Joyce felt terrible for letting this kind of pain persist. “My stomach feels kind of weird...” Emily frowned just for reminding herself of it. “I keep getting pains from it.” “Your stomach?” Joyce lightly set her palm against it. Was it the stomach bug then? She couldn’t say for sure, but it was looking more and more like the likely assumption. “Okay, well, let’s get something for you to wear at least.” Setting the naked Emily back on the bed, Joyce went over to her dresser and pulled out a shirt, along with a pair of bra and panties. “Do I...have to wear so much stuff?” Emily wanted to chastise herself for sounding so selfish, but the idea of clothes sounded unbearably suffocating right now. Just looking at the stuff already made her want to sweat. “I’m willing to compromise a little, hon,” Joyce had already turned back to the dresser. “But if you start sweating again, then it’s gonna go right to the sheets. I don’t mind changing you or the bed at all, but could you at least try it? If it turns out you don’t like it, we’ll try it your way. Alright?” Emily nodded her head in response, but she wasn’t sure if Joyce even saw, as she heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing. “Okay, how about this?” Joyce came back now with only two pieces of clothing: A pair of panties without the matching bra, and a blue short-sleeve shirt with two illustrated kittens on the front. She wasn’t even sure if it’d go past her belly-button. “But...” Emily was hating herself even more for feeling increasingly selfish. With someone else willing to bend over backward for her, she was completely and fully taking advantage of another person. And yet, a small voice in the back of her head kept her going with these ridiculous and childish demands. “It’s the weekend...” Joyce’s brow admittedly furrowed the smallest bit, unsure of what Emily was getting at. She’d never had trouble with deciphering Emily’s wants and needs, but with her being sick it was a little harder to tell. Only by chance when she caught the removed diaper out of the corner of her vision did she have a pretty solid idea. “Emmy...” Joyce looked back at the girl, with a delicate and loving expression on her face. Emily became a bit teary-eyed in response, as her revealed message and stomach knots were becoming overwhelming. “You’ll always be my little girl if that’s what you want, but I want to focus on making you feel better. Are you sure you’d rather be wearing one over panties?” Sniffling, all Emily did was meekly nod her head. “Okay,” Joyce smiled. “I won’t ask anything else about it, but you need to tell me if you want to stop, or if you need to use the bathroom.” The second bit was breaking their rules, but considering how big of a first this was, Joyce was more than willing to make an exception. Being this early into the game, it felt downright cruel to force something like that on Emily; even if she was the one asking for diapers. Still, the thought of Emily being the one to request them was adorable beyond words! If she wasn’t sick, Joyce would have been smothering her little girl in kisses and hugs by now. Making one last trip to the dresser, Joyce switched the panties out for something a bit more ‘appropriate’, and came back to Emily, still naked, who was quietly laying on the bed, waiting with the slightest bit of anticipation for what was to come. Joyce had a slight grin on her face when she saw Emily’s, as the expression was innocently written all over her face. For a brief moment, amongst the uncertainty and strangeness which had plagued Emily’s body, the one thing that gave her the illusion of normalcy was Joyce’s intoxicating hum, as it told her everything was going to be alright. The smell of powder drifted to her nostrils as plastic and padding were unfolded, inviting her bottom to an even softer cushion than the bed itself. The snug feeling when the tapes were applied had been both literally and metaphorically solidified and emphasized. An odd sense of ecstasy washed over Emily as the atmosphere soaked her through and through. As weird as it was to say, one thing finally felt right. “There we go!” Joyce chuckled. “Right as rain!” She pulled the kitten shirt over Emily’s head, guiding her arms through the sleeves. And just like Emily suspected, it stopped just about at her midriff. “Feel better now?” Emily nodded, glad to be somewhat sorted again. All that could make her feel even better now was one of two things: She be stuck in an ice-cold freezer, or she be absolved of this sickness altogether. “Good. Just let me know if there’s anything else I can do.” Joyce spoke, brushing her fingers through Emily’s hair. “Do you feel like eating right now?” Even the thought itself had Emily’s insides twisting and turning. “No…” She almost grimaced. “I don’t think I could eat anything right now...” She had a sudden realization, and remembered part of the reason why Joyce had her sleeping in the first place. She suddenly wanted to take her words back, just so Joyce’s efforts wouldn’t have been in vain. “Wait, no...I’ll eat--!” A finger was pressed to her lips. “I appreciate the kindness, Emmy,” Joyce smirked, with the kind of motherly smile that had Emily figured out down to a T. “But I’d much rather you stay honest with me. I don’t think my feelings matter as much as your physical well-being right now anyway.” She felt like complete trash right now for wasting the time and effort Joyce spent making dinner. Surely she could finish one plate of food! Even that idea was hard to stomach in her mind, though...Still, Emily could only imagine how long Joyce must have spent to make one of her irresistibly delicious meals, and here she was, practically spitting in the woman’s face for turning it down. All the good vibes she had just spent soaking in paled in comparison to the guilt she was now ridden with. “Now that’s enough,” Joyce in almost a stern voice spoke to Emily. “I think you’re worrying a bit too much about the grownups here.” Her dominant and motherly voice had Emily’s insides suddenly squirming in all the right ways...She could feel her face growing red. “We’re trying to make you feel better here, not Mommy. Got it, silly?” Her smile shined yet another ray of pleasure down on Emily. “If you want me to be happy, you’ll focus on making yourself nice and healthy again.” She was at a loss for words, as the cushiony comforts of her bed and underwear were starting to call her back to someplace much more easygoing and pleasurable. Her eyes started to feel a bit tougher to keep open now… “The only person you’re allowed to be worried about right now is yourself. I want you to call me for anything you need, okay? It doesn’t matter what time it is, or what I’m doing. If you do start to feel hungry again, I can do something about that too. But, at no time do I ever want you to feel bad, selfish, or mean for relying on me so much. Let’s not forget that you’re Mommy’s little girl, after all. This is what you’re supposed to do when you’re not feeling well. Even when you’re not sick it’s my job to take care of you. So if I catch someone trying to be a big girl without Mommy’s help, there’s gonna be someone going over my lap for a spanking, got it?” Joyce’s words were so convincing, and impossible to refute. Emily couldn’t tell how serious her threat at the end was, but her initial spiel felt too absolute to defy. She had been put in her place, and the feeling was amazing. “Mhm...” Emily spoke in a hushed voice. “And I’m sorry...” Though in Joyce’s mind, to be sorry was a ridiculous notion. “I know you are...and Mommy will know for sure if you can get some for shuteye for me, okay? Just worry about getting better. There’ll be plenty of time to spend together after you’re not feeling so groggy anymore. I’m gonna go see what we might have for that tummy of yours. Get some rest in the meantime.” “Thank...” She had already started to murmur. “...you...” Satisfied, Joyce collected the towel and discarded diaper, dimming the lights and leaving the door a bit more open than she did the first time. She’d probably give the girl another half hour before she came to check in on her. She couldn’t help but a feel a tad bit glum, though, when she came back into the kitchen. Their food had become lukewarm, and she knew Emily’s plate--the one filled with a chicken breast that was cut into bite-sized pieces, likely wouldn’t be touched tonight. Still as a precaution, she wrapped the plate in plastic and set it on the counter, waiting for it to fully cool off until she put it in the fridge. Silently she took a few bites from her own food while she searched her medicine cabinet, grabbing a few things that might alleviate Emily’s discomfort. The only silver lining there was to this whole ordeal was possibly having more time to do some painting. Maybe even browse for a few more items to buy as well...The thoughts didn’t do much to dampen the mood however. She was far too preoccupied with Emily’s sudden and unfortunate sickness. Now she didn’t feel like eating so much herself. Clearing her plate, Joyce left the medication on the counter while she switched back to her painting clothes. She set a timer on her phone and picked up a brush. When Emily came to, she wasn’t exactly feeling much better than before, but at least not so sweaty. “Emmy,” Joyce cooed, feeling the girl’s forehead. “It’s time for some medicine, okay? Can you sit up for me?” Drowsily, with blurry vision, Emily allowed herself to be positioned up against the headboard while she tried her best not to stir. She wasn’t 100% aware of what was going on, but the familiar voice was coaxing enough to listen. “Such a good girl. Think you could swallow a few pills for me? I have some water to wash them down.” She opened her mouth, feeling a hand deposit two pills, resting them on her tongue. A small stream of cool water came next, slowly stirring her senses back to reality. Swallowing, she could now see Joyce in front of her. “There we go. Hopefully that’ll do something for your tummy...” She set the glass on the nightstand, turning her focus back to Emily. “Are you feeling any better?” “Not really...” She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but it was true when she said she hadn’t improved. If anything, maybe the sleep helped her forget about the discomfort. “I just wish my stomach didn’t hurt so much...” “I know...I’ll try and do everything I can to make you feel better, okay? If nothing’s improved by tomorrow, I’ll see what I can do about getting Dr. Hall to visit.” “But Joyce, I’m sure all I need to do is--” “Ah, ah! Did we already forget? You’re supposed to let Mommy do all the heavy lifting. Whether it’s just sleep or not, I’d much rather I have a second opinion that I can trust weigh in on this. All you need to do is tell me how I can make you feel more comfortable. And speaking of which, do you need to use the bathroom?” “No...” She hadn’t felt any different than from before. In all good aspects and bad. “Okay then,” Joyce helped her lay back down. “But you know...” She whispered into Emily’s ear. “If you wanted to use your diaper too, that’d be perfectly alright with Mommy, okay?” Emily’s cheeks burned at the suggestion, but her heart skipped a beat as well. “I’d have no problem changing you, if that’s what you want. Whatever makes you feel more comfy.” Using her diaper? While she was sick? The thought bothered Emily, but then again, she was the one who asked for a diaper while Joyce was the one motioning towards panties. They had become total polar opposites indeed. Even if it wasn’t the diaper Emily was directly asking for, rather the experience of Joyce being her guardian, it was still because of herself that she was wearing one. The thought of peeing in her diaper though was a tough pill to swallow--no pun intended--but it wasn’t impossible… “Try not to dwell on it too much, my little thinker.” Joyce laughed as she gave Emily one last sip of water, then booped her on the nose. “Just know that when the time comes, I’ll encourage any decision you make. Now! I think I’ve kept you awake for long enough. Sweet dreams, my little kitten! If you need me, just call. I’ll leave the rest of the water here if you want some more. I’ll be back to check in on you a few more times, but don’t expect me to wake you up.” A light inside her head suddenly flickered. “And,” She brushed the top of Emily’s head one more time. “If you do decide to go potty before I check on you, I’ll understand that as you asking me to change you. And if it’s anything like last time, I’m sure you won’t be awake for it either!” She chuckled once more, choosing not to poke at the flustered, yet excited expression on Emily’s face any further. The lights in the room faded to nothing once more, and Emily soon found her way back to her dreams. “So how’s Dad been? I know it’s been a bit since we last talked...” Joyce brushed back and forth, slowly watching the colors come together. “Oh, you know how he is,” The phone loudly spoke through its speaker. “Same old, same old. You’d think he’s still an official chef if you didn’t know he was already retired!” The female voice laughed. “I’m sure you’ll be just like him whenever you decide to retire. Only thing is that you’ll probably be a lot younger than he was when you do it.” Joyce planned to keep working for a fair amount of time, but her mom wasn’t exactly wrong...With just a few more years, the company was projected to experience a significant amount of growth; the kind that would set her up for multiple lifetimes, including anyone else she decided to bring with her...She liked working though. It gave her something to do, just like her moments with Emily. It made her feel...needed. “Maybe...” Joyce passively spoke, her mind caught between multiple things. “I like where I am right now though, so I don’t see it happening very soon. Maybe I’ll just take a few more vacations in the meantime?” She laughed. “I heard London can be nice when it isn’t raining. Maybe Australia when the sun isn’t scorching?” “Take me and your father with you too!” Her mother’s voice jokingly butt in. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get that man away from his hobbies! Maybe we could get John and Hannah to come too! I can’t remember the last time we had a family vacation.” “But we do stuff with each other every now and then,” Joyce reasoned. “I’m always flying down for Christmas and Thanksgiving.” “Looking for excuses to not spend time with the family, then?” Her mom sarcastically scolded. “I’d be dying to know when you might bring along your significant other with you, too! I’m sure John will someday, but I’d like some grandkids from you too, you know!” “Mom...” Joyce tried to sound sympathetic, but was a little annoyed after this had been brought up the fiftieth time from just this past year. “I don’t know...maybe soon...” “Wait, so that does mean you’ve met someone?” Joyce’s carelessness had clearly piqued her mother’s interest. “What’s their name? How long have you two been seeing each other?” The faster her questions came, Joyce oddly found herself becoming more and more flustered. She’d never been on the defensive like this in a while, especially not when she was the one in charge of Emily...Setting down the brush with a sigh, she stood up with the phone, crinkling the plastic tarp underneath, and exited the room. “No, I have not met anyone,” Joyce tried her best to do damage control. “What I meant by that was the idea of possibly dating soon. It’s just never been appealing, that’s all.” Her heart started to beat when she suddenly second-guessed her tone. Was that too unconvincing? Was it too mechanical? “Right,” Her mom didn’t sound very convinced. Honestly, it was likely Joyce’s fault for thinking that she could convince the woman, who knew all her quirks, otherwise. “When you do decide to tell me though, let me know if it should be for either Thanksgiving or Christmas I should be setting out a plate!” She wanted to groan, but kept herself reserved. She took the opportunity to slip Emily’s plate in the fridge. Christmas with Emily...It was so far away, and there was no telling for how long this relationship would continue...but...She could only imagine the sheer cuteness of getting her little girl’s padded bottom up and about on Christmas morning; changing her before opening all the presents Santa brought her, and-- “Joyce? Are you still there?” “Uhm, yeah. Sorry about that.” Refocusing her train of thought, she poured herself a cup of coffee from the half-filled pot. “I asked when you might be free? Your dad and I have been talking about coming down to visit you. We haven’t had the chance to see your new place, you know!” “I don’t know, I’m always busy...” This was partly true. Her mom just tended to be an awful bit pushy. She hoped she wasn’t like her… “So I should take that as you’re free, then?” “Wh-...what?” Joyce stammered. “Why would you say that?” “Coming from the certain someone who could go from one day, saying that they were ‘too busy,’ to hopping on a plane to California the next?” “Okay, fine, yes! Or, I don’t know...Whatever,” Joyce sighed. “It’s up to you.” Ugh! How she always managed to twist her around her finger always annoyed Joyce. She loved her mom dearly, but man if it wasn’t a bit too much at times… All she could hear was Joyce’s mom laugh over the phone. “Alright sweetheart! Just remember, your words, not mine!” Joyce took a sip from her mug. She felt especially on edge now with Emily in her life. Keeping her mom from her was like trying to dance on the beach without touching the sand. Impossible, and only a matter of time. Even when they were separated by countless states, she didn’t feel like her secrets were safe… “Anyways,” Joyce quickly tried to change the topic. “How’s John been? I know you guys keep in touch with him more than I do.” It’s not that her relationship with her brother was bad, it was just that their communication was a bit poor. Heck, the biggest reason she was actively talking with her mom was that she was the one initiating conversation with Joyce. None of it was out of malice; just bad habits. “A lot like your dad: same old same old. He and Hannah are engaged now, though! They’re planning for the wedding to be sometime early next year! So be ready for that, and let me know if they’re going to need an extra seat! I know you think I’m just trying to tease you, but I’m being serious!” “Mhmm...” Now it was Joyce’s turn to sound unconvinced. She took another sip from her coffee. “How’s the weather been there lately? I know we nearly don’t get as much of the seasons as you do, but honestly-” Her voice was drowned out by a third one entering the room. “Joyce?” From Joyce’s perspective, it didn’t sound digital. Casually, Joyce turned her head to the kitchen entrance, blessed with a sight that wanted to make her heart melt. In front of her was a small, little girl, with raven-black hair hit with a small case of bedhead. A brown blanket was wrapped around her shoulders almost like a cloak, and in between she could see a blue t-shirt peeking from underneath, including the slight bulge of a white, puffy undergarment. Her face screamed pure innocence, capable of no wrongdoing--yet so bashful looking for no real reason whatsoever. “Emmy, honey, I thought I said--” The sight had been too breathtaking, as well as too distracting. Wide-eyed, Joyce quickly turned her head back to her phone, seeing that it was still on speaker. “Uh, Mom?” Joyce wanted to cross her fingers, and hope that somehow her mom hadn’t been listening, or divine intervention itself had disconnected the call. “Yeees?” Her mother’s voice responded expectantly. Her tone had reserved curiosity written all over it. Joyce’s poorly-constructed facade had been ruined, and she knew it too. The best she could do now was hope to delay it… “I’ll...be right back. I just need to take care of something...” Without waiting for a response, she tapped the ‘hold’ button on her screen, and turned back to the much more adorable-looking Emily. “Emmy, you know you were supposed to call me if you needed anything.” The taller woman tried to seem stern, but Emily’s current look made that all near-impossible. “I know, and I’m sorry, but--” What she’d just done seemed to click, however. “I’m sorry! Were you in the middle of a call? If I knew, I wouldn’t have--” She was quickly spun around by a second set of hands, as Joyce ushered her out of the kitchen. “I think we’ve had enough of being sorry for one day, missy.” Being selfish was something Emily wasn’t a total stranger to now, but not completely familiar with either. “Now tell me, what’s wrong?” “I...” Emily shuffled the slightest bit. “I needed to use the bathroom...” “Then let’s get you on the potty!” Joyce cooed, taking the blanket from her and setting it on the couch. She wasn’t going to poke or prod over the diaper, as she’d already promised not to. She was being honest when she said that she wanted to focus on getting Emily back to 100%. Adding any unnecessary stress to that would of course not be happening. Once inside, Joyce undid the tapes on her diaper and let it drop to the floor. Expectedly, it was dry. Not that there was any problem with that. Her being sick made it an exception. “Would you like some privacy?” Definitely an exception. Quietly, Emily nodded her head, too busy looking at the ground than at Joyce. “Okay then. I’ll give you a few minutes after you flush, then I’ll come back in to put your diaper back on. Sound good?” She again agreed, and Joyce left the room, closing the door behind her. Now alone with her thoughts, she sighed. What a treat it was to see Emily like that, but god if it couldn’t have been worse timing...It almost felt expected to pay a price for something so amazing. Probably the one person she didn’t want to reveal Emily to, or at least not for a while, and she’d done it. By no means was Emily at fault, but Joyce still didn’t know how she’d fix the situation. She only had the time there was between now, and sending Emily back off to bed to come up with some idea on how to prevent a misunderstanding--or rather, the truth. Maybe she could just hang up? Pretend her phone died? Fat chance. That would be too predictable, coming from her mom’s perspective. The sound of a toilet flushing could be heard. She gave it another minute like she promised, then re-entered the bathroom. Already standing, Emily waited pensively with her hands wrapped around each other behind her back. “Okay, back to bed, Emmy. I’ll be right behind you.” Joyce leaned over and picked up the diaper, following back to Emily’s room. Laying down, Joyce re-diapered the girl, checking to make sure the fit was as snug as it had been before, then settled her underneath the covers once more. “Still not feeling up to eating right now?” She gave her another sip of water. “Even if it’s just a small snack, I don’t mind, you know.” Emily shook her head, giving Joyce the response she wasn’t hoping for--for two reasons, actually. The biggest, of course, was Emily’s own well-being, and the second was postponing the call she had on hold...Guess her luck had run out on both fronts. “And remember,” Joyce leaned in close. “If you need me for anything, you…?” She looked at Emily expectantly, who looked to be a moment away from giggling. “Call...” Emily spoke, finishing Joyce’s sentence with the correct answer. “Good. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Joyce left the room, dreadfully returning back to the kitchen, already missing her bonding with Emily. Almost taking a deep breath, she hit the ‘resume’ button. “Sorry about that, I’m back. I just needed to-” “You ADOPTED?!” Her mother’s voice shouted, her voice being emphasized by speaker mode. “Adop-...What? Why would you think that? I was only-” “You mean to tell me that it wasn’t your kid you were speaking to? Unless-! You two are already that intimate? And I suppose I assumed because the other voice sounded female, but I suppose...” “Stop! Stop, stop, stop!” Joyce could feel her own cheeks getting hot. She quickly took the phone off speaker and pressed it to her ear. “I did not adopt!” In a quieter voice, Joyce near-hissed over the phone. “And you’re not dating either?” “No! It’s...it’s...It’s complicated...” Joyce didn’t have the energy or will to explain this over the phone right now. She felt exposed in an uncomfortable way. “Don’t tell me...married?” “Mom,” Joyce let out a small groan. She was ready to hang up. “Stop.” “Fine! Fine! At least tell me her name?” Outright annoyed, Joyce tapped her fingers on the kitchen table repeatedly, debating whether or not she should release such a crucial piece of information. “Emily. Her name’s Emily.” “That’s a beautiful name! Though, I could have sworn I heard you call her Emmy?” “No, I think you misheard me.” Joyce was quick to correct her, but she didn’t really consider whether or not she sounded convincing. Be it by logic or force, she wanted to steer her mom in the other direction. The cat was already out of the bag, but there was no reason the kitten had to be too… “She’s...She isn’t feeling well right now.” A sudden idea struck Joyce; a way to somehow turn this situation around, or at least deflect some of the pressure. “I...I think she has the stomach bug.” “Oh, that’s never any fun. Poor thing. When did she come down with it? She’s been resting, right?” “She only told me how she was feeling after work today,” Joyce relaxed a little; relieved that she finally wasn’t being bombarded with such hard-hitting questions. “Since then it’s all been downhill. I offered to make her something, but she doesn’t feel like eating either.” “Well, that’s no surprise. You and John weren’t very active either when you were like that. It’s no surprise, but all I know is sleep to be the best medicine for that. Maybe some over-the-counter medication too.” “Really? There’s nothing else I can do for her?” Joyce wasn’t thrilled to hear she’d already reached her limit. “You don’t think it’s worth calling in my doctor?” “Honestly, for a girlfriend you’d think they’re your daughter with how concerned you sound!” “I told you, she isn’t my-” “Relax! I’m kidding. You always seem to have such a temper whenever we talk about your love life...What I’m trying to say is that you’re worrying too much.” Her mom laughed from the other line, while Joyce’s brow furrowed. “For someone that runs a medical business though, I think you’re fretting over Emily more than you should. Call the doctor, if that will put you at ease, but I can’t imagine they’ll have much else to say. Your heart’s in a good place, and I’m sure Emily knows that you care, but a cure-all for something like the common cold isn’t feasible. Not in today’s age at least.” “...I’m sorry...You’re right. I just want her to be okay.” Another sip of coffee wouldn’t do much to calm her nerves, but it at least set her in the right direction. “I know you do. And if there’s one thing I could suggest, maybe put a cool washcloth over her head? I can’t say how much it’ll do for the stomach pains, but it’d probably keep her from feeling too warm. If she’s like any other person, it will.” “Thank you...I’ll do that after I hang up.” “Good. Now, are you planning to tell me how long you two have known each other?” Her mom’s voice gradually reeled back into its excited tone. Rather than being irked, Joyce couldn’t help but smile with a sigh. “Three weeks? Four? It’s on its way to being a month, I think.” “That long? I’ve never heard of you being with someone for longer than a week! At least, no one that you’ve told me about...” “No, mom. There’s been no one I haven’t told you about.” Though, there would have been exactly one, had Emily not wandered into the kitchen. Not that Joyce could ever be mad at her. It was impossible to be angry at someone so adorable! “She’s...special.” “Special? You’ll need to elaborate for me. What’s she like?” “She’s kind, considerate, thoughtful...affectionate.” “Well, that’s great and all, but so is your father.” It felt like Joyce had been walloped over the head. “I’m asking what Emily is like, not for some generic person that’s as cookie-cutter as the rest!” “Well, she’s open-minded, but can be a bit defensive whenever I try to buy her things. She doesn’t like it when I spend money on her.” “Do you let her spend money on you?” “...No...” “I wonder why she might feel that way, then...” “Anyways,” Joyce tried to usher the conversation along. “She likes to sleep a lot. She’s almost like a cat,” She couldn’t help but sound a slight giggle at the thought. “She’s always managing to surprise me in her own ways, too. Just when I think I’ve figured her out, she’s always pulling the curtain from my eyes.” “Anything else?” Joyce could admittedly fawn over Emily for what would feel like hours, but kept a mental block in her mind from sharing too much about her. The line between what was considered their adult, and mommy relationships was mostly there, but hazy enough for Joyce to keep her distance. “She has trouble being honest with herself, or is at least trying to make me happy more than herself. In the end though I think we’re both in a place that’s mutually good. Oh! And she hates horror, too! Last week we were trying to watch a movie, and she picked out a scary one. It didn’t seem like she knew what she was getting into though,” Joyce couldn’t help but chuckle from remembering. “Sure enough, thirty minutes into the movie I was ready to pull the plug for her sake. But then...” Joyce let her voice trail off, as she realized the territory she was creeping into. “Well...I think you get the idea.” There was almost a sniffle over the phone. “Mom? Are you alright?” “Hm? I’m fine? What do you mean? I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.” “Surprised about what?” “You! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about anyone like this in, well, ever!” “...Well...” Joyce could feel her face turn the slightest bit red. “I don’t know...Emily’s special...that’s all.” “She sounds like it, dear. I look forward to meeting her!” She could feel her heart tripping over a pebble at the sound of those words. Introducing Emily to her parents...Her parents meeting Emily...How would that even go? Would it even go? It was too much to consider; too much to think. “But...” Joyce’s voice became a little thick. “You don’t think it’s...strange?” “What is?” “Because, she’s a...” “‘She’?” “...” “Joyce, for a dignified businesswoman, you really can quake over the smallest of things...” Her mother sighed. “Honey, for the longest time, your father and I have only ever wanted you and your brother to be happy. However you achieve that means is completely up to you, and who are we to judge that? Not that my opinion or anyone else’s matters, but no, I don’t think it’s strange, whoever you decide to be with. What concerns me the most is you being happy. Besides, didn’t I already say that I wanted to meet her? If there’s anyone that can keep my daughter on the hook for this long, clearly it means they’re a keeper!” It was Joyce’s turn to wipe a tear from her eye, as she took the final sip from her mug. “Thank you, mom...” “Thank you for letting me in for once! See how productive we can be with a second set of ears?” Even Joyce couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Now let’s get into the nitty-gritty, though. How did you two meet?” “Well...” She stopped to think for a second, then stood to get a second pot of coffee going. “I was driving back from work...” Heyo, how have you all been? Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! The next one should have this thread's posting at pace with the other, which is good on my part. Hope you've been enjoying the read so far, and this gives a little bit of insight/depth on Joyce's character? There'll be more to it for sure, but it's, a matter of time! As always, thank you all so much for reading, sharing your thoughts and giving input. I cannot appreciate it enough knowing that there are people who are interested in the stuff I put out. So one last time, thanks!
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  19. I'm so sorry for your loss. It was one day short of a year ago that I watched my Mom take her last breath as I was alone with her. It hurts and I'm still not over it- maybe I never quite will be. May peace be with you Bettypooh
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  20. 8 - Breaking Barriers Emily’s bottom felt slightly more bulky than anything else as they walked down the hall. The price of absorbency seemed to be added thickness, and weight. But she’d been in it for so long now that she wasn’t as irked over it than she was initially; being dry was still much more preferred, though. The cool weather outside was working its magic as Emily almost felt a little chilly down below, yoga pants not being enough to protect her from the cold. Buried in her underwear were the seeds of betrayal, as her own pee would eventually be working against her too; something she didn’t like to think about. The nonexistent eyes she could feel ogling her slightly-pronounced bottom were beginning to be too much for one day. It felt like she was running on fumes at this point, longing for the safety and comfort they’d find back home. She could only make a silent prayer of thanks that nobody had found out what she was wearing...To her knowledge, of course. Joyce had been sure to reinforce her little girl’s efforts today with only the highest of praise. When they were the only two to occupy the hallway, Joyce made sure to assume her motherly duties and give Emily a gentle pat on the bottom, causing the unexpecting girl to give a slight leap forward from utter shock. “Hey….” Emily looked at Joyce with a telltale pouty face. Whether she intended to or not, Joyce tried her hardest not to crumble when she could see the slightest blush blooming on her puffed-out cheeks. As much as she wanted to respect Emily right now, it only made her want to tease her girl more...But she’d been through enough for today, and she’d have to respect that. “I’m sorry...” Joyce chose to rub her shoulder this time instead of her bottom. “I just want you to know I’m so proud of you...and grateful. You mean the world to me.” Emily shuffled a little bit from hearing those words, still getting used to Joyce’s open affection for her. Deep down as she burned though, the sentiments were certainly not unwelcomed. “Th-...thank you….” Emily mumbled her best thanks. While it may have been easy for Joyce, openly expressing gratitude for the things she’d been put through was a bit tougher for the much more vulnerable girl to tackle. They weren’t hated, but they weren’t exactly normal occurrences. In a way Joyce had the easy part. She didn’t have to give up all responsibility, which was weird in a way to consider as a bad thing when compared to the benefits of relinquishing them… They didn’t prod each other any further in the hall, as they reached sanctuary once more and the inside was just how they left it. Joyce was the first to re-initiate the conversation as she closed the door behind Emily. “So…” She looked expectantly at Emily, who upon sitting down had her face quickly transition from a look of complacency to one of shock and surprise. Crap! Emily in the span of mere moments forgot what she was currently taped in, and could already feel her cooling bodily fluids be released ever so slightly from the thirsty pads she’d just squished from sitting. Trying to maintain her composure, she refocused back on what Joyce was getting at, which she had no idea was. “W-What?” Emily tried to gather herself. “I know today was scary, going out in your diaper, and even using it...” Emily didn’t want to be reminded...But it stung less hearing the words from Joyce. “Do you want to keep going? Now that we’re home?” It wasn’t something Emily considered; another blindspot she felt dumb for leaving so ignored. But even she couldn’t lie to herself when she knew today had already been pretty exhausting. So many trials and tribulations to go out in public in a diaper...and use it...However, she looked at Joyce, her ray of sunshine that enveloped her further every waking moment. It was almost shocking that she’d already spent this much time trying to come to terms with a response. Caught in the duality of being an adult and a baby, which did she prefer right now? It was honestly starting to scare her. In a way, it almost felt like it’d be liberating to stop being a baby for the day. It was honestly kind of hard to work her way into this kind of mood, but thinking back to yesterday from her cuddle time with Joyce...she almost longed for it? That to her wasn’t a chore, and was actually relaxing...And by being an adult again wouldn’t that mean she’d have to do more things? Not that being an adult in front of Joyce created much more expectations...And if she was tired right now, why add more to her workload? Was it okay to keep being babied by Joyce? It was so confusing! Emily didn’t know which to choose, weighing the growing pros and cons to each side; unable to make a decision. She couldn’t come to an answer, and could only whimper. “I don’t know...” Silently, Joyce blinked at the unexpected words. The girl looked to be actually struggling with the question and couldn’t find an answer. Had what they been doing have that much of an effect on her? In a way Joyce was glad Emily could warm up to something like this; it meant everything to have her little girl accept a role like this, but all the same she hated to see her struggle. “Emmy…” Joyce bending her knees took both of Emily’s idle hands, calling her out of her internal dilemma. “Would you like it if I decided for you?” She gave her palms a reassuring squeeze. It was her decision. Her choice that dictated her own life that she was supposed to be the master of. An adult who had made a living for themselves, found a home, a boyfriend, learned to cook and clean and wake up on her own and get dressed. And yet...and yet, why? Why did it feel so...so rewarding to just let Joyce pick up the pieces for her? To let her guide her to wherever she saw fit? The sudden dependence within her left a small piece bitter, but it was overshadowed by the monumental longing to be taken care of. To be closer with Joyce. In a simple nod, ready to pry from her conflicted decision, she nodded. “Yes…” “Okay then…” Joyce said in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. “Chin up, then, my little kitten! We’ve got a diaper to get you out of.” Emily couldn’t help but smile knowing Joyce had taken the reigns again, content in some way to just sit there and let her untie her shoes. Yes, she was acting like a complete kid right now, but Joyce was happy. And by extension, so was Emily. Now in only her socks, Emily waited patiently for Joyce to take off hers, long forgetting about the diaper she was pressed into until Joyce guided her back onto her feet, feeling the slight added weight from her recent accident. She tried not to think about it though, and kept her eyes and thoughts on what was happening right now, in this moment. Back in Emily’s room, Joyce laid the girl down, her heart racing for knowing what was to come. This would be the fourth time she’s been through this song and dance, and she was only just beginning to show the slightest signs of comfortability with it. Heck, she was only awake for two of the three times it had already happened! Off came the socks first, which revealed the girl’s bare feet and Joyce making sure no barefoot in the house went untickled, resulting in the involuntary giggles and squirming coming from Emily. After enough screaming to stop, Joyce finally conceded and moved on to the rest of the procedure. The pants came next, leading Emily to blush a bit, still learning to be partly naked in the presence of Joyce. What Emily hadn’t expected next though was the shirt, leaving her chest bare minus the bra. “W-wait what? Joyce? I thought you were...changing me….” Emily found it hard to get the more embarrassing words out of her mouth, tapering off into a mumble, as she couldn’t even make eye contact with the person who had now the majority of her clothes in hand. “Silly, I am changing you! But mommy needs to make sure her little girl is always clean, you know.” The helpless and partly distraught girl couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was getting at. Every waking moment was always a surprise. “What do you mean? You don’t need to take off my shirt to change a diaper….” It was hard to say the words with confidence. Despite her own reasoning, her irrational side that accepted the flow of things was poisoning her bravado. Joyce’s words were too convincing. Joyce couldn’t help but chuckle as Emily struggled to connect the dots. It was always so cute watching her flounder in simple curiosity; just to feel her raw emotions be exposed to surprise, knowing they’d always settle into relaxation and comfort. The adventure could always be scary for her charge, but reaching the destination was worth every single second of it. Now that they were back home and safe, Joyce could relish in these moments, knowing Emily probably felt even more accustomed now knowing the indoors was not nearly as prying as the public! “A clean diaper doesn’t always mean a clean baby, my wittle girl.” It was hard to resist the cooing now that they were alone, and the words made Emily squirm in a fuzzy way. “I think it’s time for someone to take a bath, don’t you?” A bath? Well, Emily didn’t have a chance to use the bathroom that morning; in more ways than one. She did miss out on her daily routine, but if they were still in ‘play’ mode then how was she...Emily looked back to Joyce, suddenly red in the face from unspoken confirmation. Joyce only returned a loving smile as only the tapes tearing from plastic could be heard. “Are you….going to...you know…” Joyce finished the words for her. “Bathe you?” Emily, flustered, quietly nodded her head. “Well, I can’t trust you to be in the bathroom by yourself, right? Much less take a bath. Little Emmy needs mommy’s supervision at all times.” She rubbed Emily’s cheek at that statement. The words made her feel so little...so incapable of doing things by herself, meaning she had to rely on Joyce even more. While the talk and change riddled her with obvious embarrassment, the joy that welled up inside of her was unmistakable. In all this time she’d spent with Joyce, it all felt like grooming for the kinds of moments like these when she’d cross a significant line with Joyce; lines like this. Emily didn’t know why she was feeling this way, but like in any other moment of uncertainty, she simply resigned herself to go with the flow. Joyce collected her ankles in the air and slid the used diaper from underneath her, passively taking a look at how well-used it was. Unfortunately, Emily’s one accident was nowhere near to using up the entire thing...but Joyce wasn’t going to force the poor girl to sit in it; not when she had only wet one for the second time. It would be a gradual transition, of course, but Joyce couldn’t help but keep getting caught in her fantasies of the future. Emily had become her everything and she’d trade nothing else in the world for it. “Alright,” Joyce stood Emily up and off the bed, who was currently only in a bra right now. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, hm?” “You’re just gonna leave me naked?” Emily stammered in a weak protest, as her old habits kept one hand in front of her nether regions and the other on her behind. “You can’t wear clothes into the bath, silly. Then they’d get wet!” Joyce intentionally misunderstood her words as she watched Emily fuss. It was clear though she was getting used to being naked around Joyce though, even if decency commanded her to hide her most precious parts. It was about pushing Emily a little bit further each time though, but never too far outside her comfort zone. “But I think mommy forgot one last thing to take off,” Joyce nodded over to Emily’s last piece of dignity. Her bra. “C-can’t I just take it off in the bathroom?” Emily so desperately wanted to maintain any shred of dignity she could hang on to. Things were moving fast and she suddenly wanted some way to fight the tide. “Emmy, honey, turn around for me please.” Wordlessly, Emily followed her instructions, almost ready to cry from what was to come. Guided by Joyce, she knew it was okay on some level to be handled like this, but it didn’t make things easier. The adult inside of her was fighting now, but the more accepting part of her was clearly winning the battle. “Shhh shhh it’s alright. It’s just getting ready for bathtime, that’s all.” Emily’s emotions weren’t ready for when she heard the click of the strap coming undone, now hanging lifelessly. Out of instinct Emily took the hand that was covering her behind to support the unhooked garment she still had on. But slowly and gently, a second set of hands slid them off of her, leaving her chest bare and body completely and truly exposed. Reorganizing her efforts, now one arm covered her chest and the other her front. A bare backside was something she’d have to accept. “Alright my little exhibitionist,” Joyce did her best to try and lighten the mood. “Let’s get somebody in the tub now. Don’t you think?” “Mhm...” Emily’s words were few and far between now, taking all of her mental fortitudes to stay composed. Even if she wanted to be okay with this, overwriting what trained instinct told her was a difficult task to manage. As loving as it was, Emily could feel Joyce watching over her; caught in a mix of happiness and fear. Emily wasn’t budging though, trapped in her own internal dilemma again. Joyce almost let out a sigh, watching her little girl struggle like this time and time again. But from what past experiences taught, Emily tended to respond well with a little shock to the system. “Does somebody want mommy to carry them as well?” Joyce whisked a yelping Emily into the air, as she quickly wrapped her arms around Joyce’s neck and waist with her legs. Her morals berated her and screamed indecency as her bare chest pressed against someone who was modest enough to be clothed; her crotch as well. It was even more of a bitter pill to swallow with her butt on full display. But to who? There was only she and Joyce in the apartment after all… Burying her head from the shame, Emily in a muffled cry spoke. “Can you please let me down?” “Maybe when we get to the bathroom,” Joyce replied. She didn’t like forcing Emily into situations like these, but so far it seemed to be the best way to get over a slump. “I know you might be a bit embarrassed right now, but you already know I’ve seen everything you have, right?” A bit embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe, but Emily knew there was truth to her words. Since day one, excluding the diaper changes Joyce had changed Emily’s clothes the first time they met. She could remember it like it was yesterday; waking up in a nightgown and different underwear, and with no bra too. By that logic she had no right to be embarrassed, but even then…. Joyce rubbed the small girl’s back while they made their brief trek to the bathroom. It felt short for Joyce, but like an eternity for Emily. Every subtle movement and shift Joyce made while Emily sat there naked came back to her in critical and vivid detail. Down to Joyce’s hands, which supported her naked thighs and fingers that just edged on the cheeks to her bottom. She hated it as much as it started to become alluring to her; another step to the bonding process. Joyce had already unlocked the bathroom before they left that morning; already planning to do something like this should Emily have wanted to continue. Honestly she didn’t expect it, but would have given herself a literal pat on the back for planning anyways, had she not been occupied with a naked Emily, of course. Inside and with the door closed, the warm and contained bathroom atmosphere enveloped Emily. The entirety of the apartment was kept well-heated, but nothing compared to being laid bare as soon as she got out of the bath. It almost helped her forget the circumstances she was in right now. “Could you...let me down now, please?” The contact between the two had certainly been intimate but Emily wanted to collect herself. Joyce may have been a bit more accepting than her, but Emily was still getting accustomed to her new attire. “Under one condition, hon.” “What’s that?” Just from hearing the unknown terms Emily’s heart skipped a beat. What could it be? What more did Joyce want from her? “If I let you down, you have to promise me one thing: I don’t want you to try and cover up, okay?” No, no, she couldn’t be serious. This was too much! Emily didn’t want to be so exposed in front of the person she cherished so much. It felt...wrong! She didn’t know how she was supposed to get closer to Joyce, but this was a means she didn’t want to follow through with. What was natural was being challenged yet again and anything other than protest seemed impossible! Yet at the same time, all of their past moments came flooding back, contradicting everything she was trying to stand for right now, especially when Joyce first...pleasured her. Even now...it was just a compilation of everything she’d experienced thus far. She just wanted Joyce to make the bad feelings go away… The silence had gone on long enough and Joyce started to coax. “Emmy, you should know by now shame isn’t something you should ever feel when you’re with me. If you want to feel sad, or angry, then sometimes that can’t be helped. But always and I mean always, at the end of the day you’ll be my special little girl. It’s my job to keep you happy, you know? So far I’ve fed you, changed you, pampered you, and more. You liked that, didn’t you?” Once more Emily could only nod, letting the words talk her down from the ledge. This wasn’t manipulation, because even the rational side of Emily knew it was true. “And now I need to clean you. You don’t want to be dirty, right?” Emily shook her head. Everything came so simply when it was through Joyce’s words. “No, of course not!” Joyce laughed a little. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed being naked around me sweetie. Embarrassment and shame aren’t allowed when I’m here with you, okay?” Emily nodded once more, taking in the pure words of only acceptance and embrace; devoid of anything impure or negative. Joyce cooed. “Good! Now if I let you down can you promise to be a happy little girl for me?” She didn’t feel like herself anymore; not when Joyce talked to her that way. Everything felt so real, the way she was cared for and handled made it too believable to think otherwise. Emily wanted to cry from happiness right now. She’d still be a little red-faced, but she could manage if Joyce said it was okay. One final time Emily nodded her head, and then she could feel Joyce’s grip loosen, announcing touchdown when Emily’s feet made a slight plop noise when they connected to the tiled floor. “There she is! Right as rain!” And red as a rose. Joyce could see her tiny smile as she looked away, with a face as red as a tomato. She’d keep the last part to herself though. This was already more than perfect. Emily rubbed one of her arms uncomfortably with the other while she shuffled everso bashfully. Her heart felt ready to jump out of her chest the more she stood still. Doing as Joyce asked she tried her hardest not to cover up again; her breasts and privates on full display. But every time she’d sneak a glance at Joyce’s gaze, it was never a look of disdain, disgust or negativity. It was pure warmth. The acceptance was wonderfully heartbreaking, and it felt even the slightest bit more comfortable to be on full display, and realize there were no repercussions for it. “Phew!” Joyce said in relief. “Had you given mommy any more trouble I might have had to get in the bath with you!” She ruffled the hair on the top of Emily’s head, a new sense of shock overcoming her. What? Was she kidding? She had to be joking! Right? Emily quietly watched, beet red while Joyce started to fill the bath, speculating what it might have been like to bathe with Joyce. Just to imagine seeing her whole figure...W-w-w-wait! Get it together! Emily quickly chased the thoughts out of her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. It was an understatement to say she felt out of her element being naked in front of someone else, but needless to say Joyce’s casualness towards it was a godsend. Joyce always knew how to make Emily feel better and this moment only made her grow more trusting of the fact. Joyce’s hand monitored the gushing water until it had reached the perfect temperature; catching the midway just between too hot and lukewarm. She almost felt a little sad, when the thought hit her. It wouldn’t be much of a bath without any bubbles or toys...damn! Joyce quietly chastised herself, a failure of a mommy who couldn’t even give her little one something to be entertained with. But...Joyce snuck a look at Emily’s bare backside once more, watching her longingly. Emily wouldn’t mind, she was easy to please. It didn’t make Joyce’s infraction any less significant, but on the surface Emily would be alright. That just meant it was another fun bathtime to look forward to down the road. Gathering towels, a sponge, soaps, shampoos and an empty cup, Joyce set up her workstation whilst Emily watched quietly nearby, still trying to sort through her own emotions. Joyce set a towel for the amenities and another to kneel on. A much larger one was kept folded for Emily. “I know we didn’t get any food into you while we were out, so maybe we could have a late lunch?” “Whatever’s fine...” Emily said, still trying to find her words. “We could order out, you know?” “Really? From where?” This caught Emily’s attention, from both curiosity and a strange sadness. Takeout on any night was good, but a night without Joyce’s cooking was...questionable. Hence why she was having second thoughts. “Sandwiches? Pizza? Sushi? I want you to pick for a change. Wittle Emmy gets to pick tonight!” Joyce fired her loving coos towards Emily, who kept her tingling feelings to herself. It was the first time Emily actually had reign in her miniature role. It was no real power that was given to her, which is why it was so much more thrilling. No matter what she did she would still be safe under Joyce’s watchful eye. She’d been given the freedom of choice, but she was still well-within Joyce’s influence. And honestly she’d been so used to being cooked such amazing meals that she’d partly forgotten what it was like to cook for herself. It was a little strange to realize that...“I’m not sure...Can I have some time to think?” “Of course.” Joyce finished tying her hair up into a bun and rolling up her sleeves. Then for no reason whatsoever, she snuck over to Emily, giving her a warm hug. Of course in return it caused the naked girl to jump, still adjusting to her naked display. “Wh- why are you...?” Not in a voice of protest, but general concern and curiosity. “Can’t mommy hug her little girl when she feels like it? Or maybe I’ll have to tickle my way into one!” In tune with the build-up in her voice, Joyce’s fingers quickly scurried up and down Emily’s sides, resulting in an immediate squirm of thrashes and cries as she struggled to fend off the tickle tormentor. Somehow finding a chance to escape, whether it was a sign of mercy from Joyce she didn’t know, Emily bolted to the other side of the tub, trying to cover her sides from any further attacks; an irrational part of her even briefly considering a ranged assault. With a distraught look on her face, she could only watch the playfully vicious Joyce give her a motherly grin. “Not funny…” Emily pouted, establishing a safe distance between the two. “Awww...I’m sorry Emmy. I didn’t mean to chase you away!” Joyce opened her arms in a wide, welcoming stance, the predatory look in her eyes diffusing into something much calmer. “Do you forgive me?” She did look genuinely apologetic... Emily shuffled with uncertainty, trying to discern whether or not Joyce had a trick up her sleeve. But the hug did seem nice...so maybe...Carefully, Emily edged closer back to her former enemy, toe by toe, the only sounds in the room being the bathroom fan and the mini waterfall filling the tub. Within a few tile’s distance, Joyce slightly leaped forward, latching her arms around her cautious prey. “Gotcha!” Joyce playfully shouted. Oh no! Not again! Emily started to squirm, anticipating another tickle attack at a moment’s notice. Her earlier escape was starting to feel like a fluke though, because now it was clear Joyce didn’t want her wriggling away. But during her futile efforts, it became clear Joyce had no intent to attack. The two slumped to the floor, with Emily overshadowed by Joyce’s larger figure and placed in her lap, returning the hug in the best way she could by latching onto her arms. Even if Emily’s cheeks were burning right now and she was naked, she was more focused on enjoying the moment. A little more time passed until Joyce finally released Emily for good, content with their cuddling and judging it was time to turn off the faucet. The expansive tub was filled and it was time to get a certain someone clean. Had she not taken a shower this morning she’d almost have felt obliged to join her. But that might be a bit too much right now...Joyce wasn’t sure how Emily would read the situation then. Joyce clasped her hands together. “Alright! In the tub, missy.” Already reminiscent of their hugging, Emily edged one foot into the tub, feeling the immediate shift in temperature as she acclimated to the near-hot water. It did feel good; certainly pleasant enough to wash the day’s fatigue and dirt away. Though, the last part was just added for effect. In Joyce’s care, there was no way Emily had even come close to a speck of blemish that could harm her shine. Even as they were separated right now in the flesh, Emily could feel Joyce’s emotions wrapping her in a pleasant, snug cocoon that didn’t want to let her go, and Emily didn’t want to leave. Lowering herself into the rewarding bathwater with these thoughts was nothing short of bliss and sweet serenity. And to top it all off, Emily started to feel like puddy when she could hear Joyce’s hums follow behind her from ear to ear; indications of Joyce already getting to work. “Does my little kitten like being pampered like this?” Joyce calmly spoke as she eased Emily further into the water, just enough to submerge her black and shimmering hair. “Mhm…” Emily spoke in a quiet whisper. She was too entranced to fully give a response. Joyce’s smile only grew wider when the ecstasy written all over Emily was emanating. Slowly, Joyce traced one of her fingers over Emily’s head in circular motions, dancing across her nape. “Now tell me, what does little Emmy want to smell like? Lavender, lotus or peach?” “Pick for me, please…” Emily quietly moaned, too busy enjoying the sensation from her scalp being massaged. Well, if Joyce had ever thought Emily were in pure bliss, now would be it. She’d have to keep moments like these in mind whenever Emily might need a breather. But...Joyce was in the mood for peaches; she wouldn’t mind that smell moving around the house. Not that Emily could have ever made a wrong choice. Oh, just to dote on someone else who was willing was such an indescribable feeling! Emily...if only she knew how important she was. Joyce doused the sponge in the body wash, dipping it into the bathwater and helping Emily back into a sitting position, her wet hair hanging heavy, collected into a smooth mass. She watched as the wet hairs fell in line as they left the water; unperturbed by anything that touched them. “Alright, Emmy. It might feel a little strange at first, but bear with me, okay?” Emily absent-mindedly nodded as Joyce started to scrub with the fruity-scented sponge up and down her back, gentle with the utmost care in each and every up-and-down motion. Trying to relish every moment, the distant fact hurt that they wouldn’t be able to do something like this for a bit. A week in fact. Joyce felt a little selfish voice inside her head, entertaining the thought at what it might be like if Emily didn’t have to work at all. Then she’d always be here, ready for her mommy to look after her...No! What was she thinking? It was just a simple fantasy. Nothing more. Emily was an adult, and even Joyce didn’t think Emily would want to surrender herself completely, and that was more than understandable. Besides, it wasn’t like Joyce could put her life down either. Yes, there was a very special spot reserved exclusively for Emily now, but right now that couldn’t be her everything. She couldn’t exactly stop working. Prestige came at a price. This was only the second time they bonded like this before. Joyce was fortunate enough to have gotten this far and should already be grateful. Besides, it only had yet to get better and more rewarding for the both of them. Joyce settled her sights and thoughts on those moments, those which weren’t far off in the future. A good hour went by in the bathroom; both Joyce and Emily soaking in every possible moment. Emily had certainly gotten a bit jumpy when Joyce cleaned her more...sensitive parts, but Emily let it happen nonetheless. Joyce carried on the conversation for the both of them, as the girl in the tub was simply too intoxicated to invest herself. Joyce scooped one last batch of water into the cup and let it trickle into a full-on pour over Emily’s head, washing the rest of the conditioner away. “I know you’re having a good time, honey, but I think it’s time we get you out of there. I can’t have my baby girl turning into a raisin on me!” Slowly being drawn back into the atmosphere of reality, Emily was sad to see the bathwater go, watching as Joyce opened their exit and the warm, steamy crowd flushed out. Immediately as the water level began to sink, not even the heated fan could convince Emily it wasn’t chilly. Trying to hang on for as long as she could, the water reached a point where she couldn’t fully submerge herself anymore and she was just teasing herself at that point. Standing up finally, there was thankfully Joyce with a towel she could have mistaken for a blanket waiting for her. It was a towel Joyce would sometimes use for her torso, going as far down to just above her ankles. With that size comparison, it might as well have been a blanket to Emily. Draped in her robe Emily felt safe from the harsh temperatures yet again. “There we go. Now she smells perfect!” Joyce gave her an exaggerated sniff as she rocked her from side to side. It was always fun when they could be together like this. This was true. Even Emily was pleased with how she smelled. Not that it was bad before, but now a certain scent had been emphasized yet again. Earlier this morning it would have been the lavender Joyce powdered her waist in… As she sat there though, stewing in her thoughts, a sudden urge struck her, one that bloomed confusion and worry inside of her. Just as a hunch, Joyce couldn’t help but think she saw a shift in Emily’s demeanor. “Something wrong?” “Er….I…” Emily could feel the embarrassment coming back to her in troves and under a different mask. It was a new problem she hadn’t faced with Joyce before. To even consider mentioning it pushed what she thought could be the most shameful to new limits. “Do you need to pee?” Joyce blankly asked, wondering if she hit the nail on the head. Of course Emily would still have trouble mentioning those kinds of things, so it was her job to draw them out of her. “No…” Emily sheepishly tried to look in any other direction than where Joyce was. Knowing her, it probably wouldn’t take much longer to build from there. Peeing was one thing. So it was only logical next she’d guess… “Is it maybe for something else?” Joyce danced around the exact words, trying to keep her girl in one piece. Awkwardly, trusting in the time the two had taken to build such a stronger bond, Emily nodded her head. So that’s what it was...Joyce almost bit the side of her lip, pondering over what to do. Messing was obviously too soon for Emily. Baby steps. And Joyce wouldn’t go to get her a diaper just to put her through that, no. It had to come much more naturally; not forced circumstances like this. “Maybe Emmy’s ready to use the big girl toilet?” Joyce suggested, still trying to maintain the parental role. Keeping it in the realm of babying would surely resonate with her. Emily’s heart found its rapid pace again as she realized Joyce was giving her a free pass on this one, which she couldn’t be thankful enough for. Emily couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of taboo she’d commit--to use a diaper like that. It was unthinkable. Joyce stretched out her hand and guided Emily back to her feet, undoing the towel for her and letting it unravel on the ground. Naked again, Emily let Joyce guide her over to the toilet. But once Emily sat down, she couldn’t help but notice the pair of legs she wouldn’t look any higher than were fixed in place. Facing her. “Uhm...Joyce?” Emily was a little afraid to ask, already expecting a certain answer. “What is it honey?” “Could I have some...you know…” “Privacy?” Emily let her head do the talking for her again. “Emmy, you know I can’t leave you here alone. What kind of mommy would I be if I left you unsupervised?” She responded in tears, as Joyce gave her yet another painful test. Everything around them faded away, until the only things that remained were Emily, Joyce and the porcelain throne. “Please…” Emily half-mouthed not wanting things to happen like this. The pressure was building. “Emmy...” Joyce got on her knees, lowering enough to catch Emily’s downward gaze. “Remember when I said you don’t need to feel ashamed or embarrassed around me?” “I know...but!--” Joyce quickly cut her off. “And, this is one of those moments, sweety.” “I don’t want to do this Joyce...Please let me go on my own…!” Joyce came to a conclusion, dealing Emily with her ultimatum. She didn’t feel happy doing this, but just like before bathtime, these sorts of things took encouragement. “Okay Emmy,” Joyce took her hands with Emily’s. “I’m not going to make you go potty in front of me if you don’t want to.” Really? Did she mean it? Emily could feel an internal sigh of relief knowing she could be at ease now. “But,” No! Why did there have to be a but? “You have three choices, okay?” Emily silently listened with attentive ears. “One, you can use the toilet for me and I’ll make sure my big girl does a good job.” Oh how she hated that idea. Joyce may have bathed her, made her pee herself, but poop? “Two, I can get you one of your diapers, and you can mess in that, and then I’ll change you.” Absolutely out of the question. She cherished the toilet far too much to do something like that, but a strange submissive part of her couldn’t help but laugh in glee at how she was being talked down to. It made her feel so tight in Joyce’s arms and so dependent! “Or three, I can let you use the toilet on your own, but I leave the room and we stop this for the rest of the night.” Option three sounded the most ideal to her rational side. But then what? Emily hated to admit how their intimacy was growing on her and to know how she’d feel empty for the rest of the night was an annoying thought she couldn’t bear. She knew it was the most practical, and yet why couldn’t she bring herself to say those words?! “I’ll give you the count to three, okay?” Three seconds? That wasn’t fair! How could she drop this bombshell of a dilemma on her, and only give mere moments to decide? It was so frustrating! Emily loved what they had. There, she said it; internally, at least. But to put it at stake like this? To test their limits so suddenly? Joyce always knew how to push her buttons, and Emily was always in the palm of her hand… “One…” Joyce wasn’t sure what Emily would choose. The mommy in her of course wanted option two, but both of them knew it’d never happen. Not now. At best it was a decoration for the much more plausible other two. She’d have to settle for option one, but even then Joyce had her doubts. “Two…” To even let a second pass was a little shocking to Joyce. Could she really be struggling that much? Oh, how could she being doing this to Emily!? She was a monster; putting her little girl on the fence like this; forcing her to make such difficult decisions. She had half a mind to call off the deal and give Emily her private time with no repercussions… Still maintaining her calm composure though, “Three…” Before the next interval between seconds could pass, a tiny voice made itself known, and bubble of confusion and distress had suddenly popped, when a flustered voice finally squeaked its response. “One!” Joyce looked at Emily; the flustered one’s eyes sealed shut, as if she couldn’t even believe her own words. “...One?” Joyce had to confirm. Yet again the small package had delivered her another almost overwhelming surprise. “Y...yes…” Emily trembled, quickly coming to terms with what her choice would entail. She continuously beat and berated herself; trying to figure out what could have possibly urged her to go with option one; the very one she tried to get herself out of! It hurt; trying to be honest with herself...But it hurt even more to run from it. Both she and likely Joyce knew that she was starting become attached to this. She couldn’t let it go now. This wasn’t something she wanted to go through, yet all the other fun things they’d do together is what kept her pushing forward. Joyce kept her small doubletake silent as she outwardly beamed with pride for Emily’s unexpected bravery. It made her hate herself even more for forcing Emily’s hand like this, but at the same time she was focused on pushing Emily’s limits. It was like stretching out a sock. Every time you try to slip it over something bigger, after enough time it becomes accustomed to that size, and its capacity becomes bigger and bigger. Slowly but surely Emily was becoming more okay with more and more demanding situations. Emily’d already made leaps and bounds, and Joyce loved her all the more for it. Emily took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. Before she even started adding to the physical pressure, her mind was racing; a crying fit ready to start again. It was almost like a modern-day discovery to find someone who could cry this much. Her adrenaline was pumping and all she could do was sit still and hang on to her metaphorical rock; each of their hands interlocked with the other. For a brief moment, even Joyce found herself lost in thought; quickly jumping back to the frontlines. This was no time to be spacing out. She had to be there for Emily; once and if she crashed… Her body was clearly resisting, trying to convince her of the foolishness she was committing right now. Emily knew that all too well. Joyce was what kept her going though. Never in her life had she been so dependent on someone before; not even Jack. In the small span of a little more than a week, lingering feelings of attachment and inseparable sentiment were taking form. Why was she thinking about all these things right now? Being so close to Joyce? Naked on a toilet, going number two in front of the one person she wanted to be with the most. But it was alright, right? Deep down she harbored the fear of betrayal; and as soon as she would do her deed, she’d become something unsightly...But Joyce said to, after all. “You can do it...come on...In one...nice...big...push!” Joyce encouraged in a low voice, squeezing Emily’s palms. While Joyce never exactly wanted Emily to use the toilet when they had their mommy time together, the value in an experience like this was unmistakable. Right here, right now, they were breaking down barriers; opening little Emily up to new possibilities. Her muscles tensed as she could feel it coming, the mass inside of her would be let go, right in front of her; the one she wanted to impress the most; the one she wanted to be cared for by. She was being watched use the toilet like she couldn’t be trusted. She was small...she wasn’t independent… It didn’t feel real; the absence of privacy. A setting and state that had been commonplace for decades was now nonexistent. Removing something so crucial, so essential to the bathroom procedure was incomprehensible, yet here she was, doing her business in front of another person; an adult. Which is why when it finally released, when she finally pushed it all out, hearing that shameful, childish plop in the water, announcing what she’d done for the whole world to know, everything she had known to signify any sense of maturity or adulthood shattered. Emily didn’t make a noise this time, other than staring back at Joyce, her bottom lip quivering the ever slightest with a set of hollow eyes; a look telling of Emily’s grief, shock, and sadness from what she’d done. The moment itself had been surreal enough, but to claim responsibility for it made her even more of a stranger to herself. Despite that, the lighthouse which called the ship back to shore though was that same, glowing smile. The one that always kept Emily from wandering astray; to lose herself in the darkness and despair. In this vast, unknown world Emily had just begun to explore, her guide waited right there for her with open arms. It was those two words which were powerful enough to shine away the fog in Emily’s glassy eyes. “Good girl.” It was Emily’s turn to initiate the hug this time; still partly on the toilet seat. She was disgusted with herself, but she needed Joyce more than ever now, who was more than happy to oblige. “I...Is th-that enough?” Emily sobbed into Joyce’s shoulder, forgetting about her still-wet hair, unknowingly allowing the expensive fabrics on Joyce’s body to soak up the water dripping from it. “That was perfect, Emily. You did plenty.” The task she had just performed, to do her business on the toilet was physically and mentally draining; contradicting second nature as she knew it. Anything she had left in her body to support her muscles had been completely redirected to just hanging onto Joyce with every last spec of energy in reserve. Joyce reassuringly stroked her hair.“It might have felt scary, but you did it, and I want you to know how proud I am of you. I won’t force you to do any more difficult things tonight; don’t worry. You just relax and be proud for me, okay?” Emily wasn’t sure how proud she could feel right now, but in her scrambled state she could only nod yes over and over. She didn’t know whether it was to convince Joyce or herself. “Don’t ever feel ashamed for using the potty in front of me, okay?” Joyce made sure they had complete eye contact now. “You don’t ever need to hide anything from me, okay?” While she was weak, Joyce would make sure to slip only positive reinforcement before Emily put herself back together. She only wanted Emily to feel good things; be happy about this. “Mhm…” Emily kept sniffling, still exhausted from her deed. “Now do you want to finish getting cleaned up?” Joyce didn’t pay the water blotch on her shoulder any mind. Back to her quiet, teary self, Emily agreed and let herself be wrapped up again. Joyce finished the hard part for her, using a blowdryer and dabbing her all over with another towel to get her nice and dry until not a single drop of water remained. And as Emily sat there lazily and blinked her eyes, now that her emotions were settling down, there wasn’t anything left to hide the sudden fatigue sweeping over her. “Is someone a bit sleepy?” Joyce poked. It wasn’t surprising after all she’d been through. She’d hardly even slept during the ride home. Emily yawned in response, fast to accept the hold Joyce let her confide in. In a princess carry the world started to fade away; suspended in a coming dreamland. Joyce watched her hang there so peacefully and reflected on how vulnerable she’d become in the span of a single day. It was Emily’s way of extending her trust to Joyce, who would never trample on such a priceless treasure. Planting her lips on the top of Emily’s exposed forehead, she whispered a goodnight to Emily and held her still for a moment longer. In a lowered voice though Joyce let out a sigh, watching Emily with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one that was gonna pick lunch?” She glanced at the nearby clock, then gently set her down. “Guess it’s dinner now...” 9 - Behind the Scenes She tossed and turned, stirred, tangling herself in her own hair as she shifted from pillow to pillow. The fact she’d even been moving at all was a sign the sleeping girl had just begun to properly enjoy the luxuries of a privileged lifestyle. When she finally came to, she let out an unintentionally unreserved moan as she stretched, letting the whispers of the waking world call her back from a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she was facing one of the many window panels adjacent to her bed; a slight parting in the curtains revealing a night sky lifted by a bustling skyline. The room was dark, minus for the orange glow that came from the lamp on the nearest nightstand. Getting her bearings, she curiously rolled over to the other side, hearing a crinkle murmur underneath the covers. The clock read 7:27 PM, confirming her view outside. One hand on the covers, she lifted them up to peer inside, following her shadowed torso, seeing she was now in the same monkey shirt she’d been in from yesterday’s play. What was more important though was the obvious medical diaper she was taped into; identical in every aspect as all her other ones had been. Her heart began to shuffle just from recalling the recent events, remembering the toilet in the bathroom. But where was Joyce? Did she put her to bed? Emily started to recall how exhausted she felt from earlier, and the distant fragments about falling asleep in Joyce’s arms. The sleep still had yet to be shaken out of her. Only by moving around would she give her mind some clarity. Her silent thoughts remained unperturbed by the distant noise pollution that countless flights of economic might separated her from. With a yawn and rubbing her eyes, Emily idly spoke to no one in the room. “Where are you...Joyce?” Sweeping her blankets to the side, Emily hopped out of bed, mildly attentive of how the diaper conformed to every movement she made. Looking at it reminded her of Joyce...specifically how it made her...her baby girl. A strange smile crept on Emily’s face just from thinking such things, but she tried not to lose herself in such gushy thoughts. Padding across the carpeted floor and to the nearly closed doorway, it revealed an illuminated hallway that led to an even brighter living room. But in her brisk movements, Emily could feel the slightest breeze kiss the higher parts of her thighs, reminding her she was just walking in a shirt and diaper right now. Had she really not noticed? Emily’s sleep-lingering eyes widened a bit at the unusual discovery. It would probably be for the best if she got some pants to cover up...But then a strange suggestion popped into her mind. Maybe it would be better if she...didn’t? The second voice in her head was just as shocking as her actions right now. Maybe...maybe Joyce would be happier if she didn’t put anything else on...Her heart thumped at the thought of doing something so...so...risuqé? Then again, such a sexual word didn’t exactly sum up wearing a diaper for her authority figure… Never had she acted out like this of her own volition. It was always Joyce who initiated stuff like this. No matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it though Emily couldn’t help but wonder if staying barely clothed like this would be for the better. Maybe this stuff really was rubbing off on her...As scary as it was, it meant she was that much closer to Joyce… With a slower pace, Emily chose not to turn back and inched closer toward the kitchen. Her nose started to perk up at the sudden smells that teased her. The scent was familiar, and for that reason she knew how delicious the food must have been to permeate such an alluring aroma. Trying to be as quiet as a mouse (or kitten, rather), Emily caught the sight of a busy Joyce, who had changed shirts since the bath and looked to be setting plates. A sudden sense of mischief entered Emily’s mind, already bombarded with so many bold thoughts today. Carefully, she snuck up behind the turned Joyce, growing closer and closer...right until… “BOO!” The voice was loud, and unexpected; especially because it was from Joyce, who had made a complete one-eighty. She tricked the trickster. Clearly not prepared for the counterattack, Emily found herself to be the one jumping with a yelp as her feet dressed in socks slipped across the tile and her bottom hit the ground. The floor was hard and she could feel it too, a little upset over her massive blunder, and for letting the tables be turned so easily. “How did you know?” Emily tried to hide her aggravation while she accepted the two hands pulling her back to her feet. Joyce could only look down on her (literally) with a loving grin. “Mommy’s intuition?” Joyce suggested, giving her a brief hug. Caringly she patted the diapered girl’s bottom. “Does your tushy hurt from hitting the mean floor?” “No...” Emily said dismissively, finding herself already flustered once more. Joyce couldn’t help but leave a slight giggle to herself. Emily had made an honest effort, but she’d already known the diapered girl was nearby for quite a bit. Even amongst the takeout food giving off its smells of chicken, meats and rice, that peach smell she’d spent so long rubbing into the girl was unmistakable. Not to mention her diaper crinkled louder for others than she thought. For the caring mother’s ear, at least. Mother. Yes, Joyce was a mommy, and it made her giddy to even think about her realized dream. It made her even happier though to share these moments with Emily. Regardless, she wouldn’t tell Emily how loud she actually was, lest she leave her feeling even more self-conscious. Speaking of which, Joyce’s eyes quickly scanned Emily’s figure up and down, who had chosen to stay in just the clothes she dressed her in. Seeing Emily stay how Joyce had dressed her pulled at the heartstrings in a way she couldn’t even begin to describe. It was adorable to think of Emily wanting to be waited on hand and foot, and being only in charge of her emotions; leaving all the rest to her caring guardian. The further things moved along, it would make it that much harder to tear off the band-aid when the Sunday night would come to an end, and a week of prohibited intimacy would begin. They’d always have their cuddle moments, of course, but never could it reach this level when they’d be busy all day; almost all week. She remembered first trying to envision Emily in the underwear she had first gotten her. It wasn’t ever sexual, but simply the act of it in how it suggested her shamelessness; willing to parade herself around the house however she pleased, and in whatever clothes she wanted. It was those carefree feelings Joyce would hope Emily could come to learn and love. And watching her now, seeing Emily could put her padded bottom on full display? Well, it made those wishful thoughts of Joyce that much more of a reality. Emily hadn’t known it, but her small plan to stay in just a diaper worked masterfully. It was the delightful subtleties like this that worked to be the nuts & bolts of a contraption that could run flawlessly and beautifully. It was the little things. “Since someone decided to have a late nap today,” Joyce spoke with a heavy, yet joking emphasis towards Emily. “Mommy decided to order for the both of us.” “You could have woken me up to ask, you know.” Emily retorted. She was perfectly fine with Joyce choosing the food, but didn’t mind being woken up either. Joyce had already started to pull out the white containers labeled with Chinese characters, acting as a thin barrier to the delicious smelling contents inside. “Nonsense. I expect you to keep to a regularly scheduled nap, which you still had five minutes for by the way.” More like a mother, she spoke in a tutting voice; the kind that put Emily in a small space she didn’t want to crawl out of and only snuggle into. “It’s how you can keep up with such a busy day, you know?” Emily conceded to Joyce’s absolute words, moving to get her plate until she was denied, having been told to take her place at the table. And of course it wouldn’t be a proper meal without Emily’s sippy cup, already filled with the sweet apple juice that catered to Emily so well. “You don’t mind Chinese food, right? I know it might not be like what I usually cook around here, but I think it’d be nice for a change.” Emily immediately shook her head, hoping not to cause a misunderstanding. “No, this is fine! A night when neither of us has to cook is a good night, I’d say.” “I’ll be sure to cook you something delicious tomorrow to make up for it, okay?” Trying to comprehend how this could have been a misdeed by Joyce’s thought process, Emily tried to stifle her mental hiccup. She didn’t try to dwell on it too much though, as past experience taught it chalked up to her boundless generosity. Her kindness never seemed reserved around Emily. She’d never exploit the soft spot Joyce had for her, but to know she was that special made her heart beat fast. Joyce had taken the liberty in serving the both of them as well, fairly distributing servings of chicken, rice, ribs, and lo mein. In a way the slightly sweet and seasoned tastes reminded Emily of a simpler time, when she’d be lounging around her old apartment and couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger in the kitchen, but was just active enough to open a door and hand someone money. Equally enjoying the meal, Joyce paused her bites to wash it down with her water. Eating like this was nice every once in a while. In a strange way, it almost reminded Joyce of how human she was; if you could even put it to that extreme. Even Joyce thought the reason was laughable, but there was something about indulging in cheap luxuries like this that made her feel like everyone else. A big house, high paying job, limitless vacations, and anything else she could ever want being a few calls away could easily go to anyone’s head. She was proud of herself though for sporting the kind of mental fortitude that would keep her from ever having such delusions. But a reminder like this was still nice. In an odd way Joyce almost felt a little cruel from pampering Emily like this. Not that Emily would ever become spoiled rotten, but Joyce feared if Emily got too close to her, she’d feel these sorts of feelings from being in high society for so long. It was like going from eating just raw shrimp to being dipped in cocktail sauce: the taste was so good you simply couldn’t just stop yourself at a moment’s notice. But if Emily allowed her to, Joyce would never let such a fate befall her. She’d do everything in her power to prevent her fall from grace and keep her happy all the same. “How about we watch a movie after we eat?” Joyce suggested in between bites of food. “A good way to send a little girl off to beddy-bye.” Emily concurred, trying to not get so joyfully hung up on the baby talk. If she had kept doing that she’d be lost in her own thoughts all night. But with each word she could feel the bubbly feelings try to resurface. “And I want you to stay hydrated for me, okay?” Joyce to emphasize her point had already taken Emily’s half empty sippy cup and returned it back to her in a much fuller state. “We can’t have you shriveling up now, can we? ” Emily by now had figured what she was more loosely referring to; the kind of situations that always left her feeling apprehensive and distraught. But the warmth Joyce always basked her in was starting to feel like it was enough to handle the similar sensation in her diaper. Just the thought alone already had her legs squirming beneath the table. Joyce’s attentive ear could pick up on it, but she decided not to call it to attention. The house could have felt like a glass box at times. Because the apartment fell on a corner of the building, it got the most spots to see the vast city from. Even in the kitchen, a glass panel spanned nearly from the floor to the ceiling across from them both, as the busy and bustling lights unapologetically disturbed the black night. She’d have to take Emily out on the balcony at some point, when one of those rare occasions would come and it wouldn’t be so windy. She could see the moment playing out in her head already; being able to expose her to a vast world of dynamic colors that gave off such a fierce glow as they faded into nothing, and the marching armies of cars as they bathed in the orange auras the streetlamps emitted. By day the varying lights from advertisements and buildings went quiet. And by night? Well, needless to say it was a colorful and bright one. Seeing out of one of the windows may have looked spectacular, but being outside and so high up was on a whole different level. “Mommy’s stuffed,” Joyce interrupted the silence, finally content with her daydreaming and meal. “And by the looks of your plate, I’ll assume you’re done too?” Sheepishly Emily gave her a noise of confirmation, as Joyce already started to clean. Excusing herself from her seat, Emily took a second to remember she was in a diaper once again now that it was brought back into view, but quickly doubled down on moving to the living room. “Ah, ah! And where do you think you’re going?” The sudden words froze her in place, and she could feel herself stiffen. What did she do wrong? Emily awkwardly gave a turn, with an unintentionally innocent look on her face. Turning around, a sudden wet and cold piece of cloth was kissing her lips, or smothering the whole area for that matter. Out of reflex she backed away from it, but the washcloth closed the distance faster than she could make it. “You know if you let me wipe your face you could be out of here sooner than you think, you know?” Joyce jokingly chastised. Unable to realize her own foolishness, Emily couldn’t look Joyce in the eyes while her eyebrows were a dead giveaway to her emotions. While she let her carer finish the job, the diaper around her waist suddenly felt much more noticeable. Given how she was dressed, having someone else wash her face almost deemed something like this as appropriate. “Free to go!” Joyce took Emily by the shoulders and spun her back around towards the hallway, and with both hands made direct contact to her padded bottom with a loving pat. It wasn’t the force of her push that had Emily rushing, but the contact being made with her ever so embarrassing underwear. Joyce could only giggle to herself when she saw the crinkly and flustered rump disappear around the corner. She knew Emily was enjoying this too, which made it feel that much more special. Emily out of sight and with a reluctant hand slightly rubbed the back of her diaper where Joyce had made contact. She touched it as if Joyce had left something there, but of course she didn’t. It only made her face redder though when she fully registered she was touching her own diaper. Feeling the plastic backing taped around her waist made it a bit too real, and could feel herself retreating into her shell again. But she wouldn’t. If she had made it this far...surely she could keep going for a bit longer. Joyce followed not too long after, throwing away the empty boxes and storing what was left. She could see the black hair that rounded Emily’s head peak just above the couch and could see she draped a nearby blanket over her lower half. Grabbing the remote and sitting right beside Emily, Joyce started to surf for movies. Nothing struck itself as really unique or special. It was all the same generic movie approaches that had the same, washed-up tropes written all over them. So if that’s what it came to, Joyce decided they might as well go all in. “How about this one?” The selected movie was clearly a horror film, depicted with a severed hand lying still in a closeup shot. A strange bug was wrapped in between its fingers, as it seemed to compliment the title in some way reading as “Night of the Firefly.” “Uhm...okay. This is fine.” Emily’s words were slightly awkward and off-beat; rushing her tone. She scratched the side of her head out of a sudden, baseless paranoia. Joyce had given her a look of concern, already putting a hand on her blanketed leg. “You know we don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to, right? We could pick something less scary maybe?” “Wh-What do you mean?” Emily started off in a stammered voice, leveling it out into a partially brave front. “This is fine, really!” Her efforts to overcompensate were as easy to read through as it was to look through a window. But, Joyce would indulge her if she wanted. Maybe Emily was just getting herself worked up. Maybe she even liked to be scared? Joyce hadn’t considered that last part. “Okay then. Here’s your sippy by the way. Drink up, remember?” Joyce grabbed the sippy cup from the coffee table and put it into Emily’s hands, who willingly accepted. She suddenly was feeling thirsty again, and was thankful for the cool drink to calm her nerves. “Ready to start it?” Joyce already had pressed the ‘rent’ button and was ready to hit play next. Taking a breath for herself, Emily gave her the nod and Joyce hit the ‘select’ button. Swiping away on her tablet that happened to be nearby, the lights in the living room had dimmed until they were totally lifeless; enveloping the room in darkness except for the glowing tv and the lights from the nearby windows, which really did nothing to illuminate the room. The light coming from the screen bounced off the couch and the two girl’s figures as they got comfortable. Joyce pulled a pillow over to support her posture as she partially laid on her side with her torso propped up. Emily still sat like normal with her legs folded by her side on the expansive cushion, feeling her uneasy feet shuffle as they rubbed together. It was okay. She could do this. It was just a movie! “Agh! What are you--AHHH!” The poor victim sobbed uncontrollably as she was dressed in cuts and bruises, who had just finished escaping her tormentor after being dealt a nasty gash to the side of her head. She had just escaped, and Emily’s heart cheered for the hopeless girl, but her escape was shortly cut off by the grotesque creature that sunk its pincers into her seemingly fragile neck and collarbone. The screen had shrunk to half its size; for Emily at least. Her hands that covered her eyes split their fingers ever so slightly to satisfy the small part inside of her that wanted to be brave and keep watching, but it was a downhill battle. She’d given up on her juice at least ten minutes ago since things had become so tense in the movie; too afraid to reveal more of the screen whilst she snuck in a sip. It was scary, and Emily was swimming in regret right now as her bladder became painfully tense. Suddenly the darkened apartment didn’t feel so safe anymore...who knows what could have been lurking in the dark. Ugh, yes she was an adult, but horror was clearly not her forte! For her entire life she strayed from the unsettling genre, so why did she think she could handle it now? She was a rock stuck in a hard place. “Emmy,” The girl visibly jumped at the sudden sound of her own voice. The movie had reached a moment of peace, the calm before the storm, and the coincidence was simply too unnerving. But the distress on her face dissipated into relief when she suddenly remembered Joyce was at her side. “Maybe it’s time we stopped the movie?” Oh so how much Emily wanted it to stop, but she couldn’t chicken out now; not when Joyce had already went and bought the movie! She wouldn’t be a buzzkill. That wouldn’t be fair. Her needless resolve could only just keep the tears from the fear the movie pierced into her heart from coming out. She was scared. She wanted to feel safe. A hand from seemingly nowhere then made contact on her lonely shoulder, as Emily yelped from the unknown attacker! The tight pressure she was focused on holding cracked the slightest bit, making the tiniest spurt into her dry pad. “Relax...” Joyce soothed, taking Emily’s eyes of the movie and stroking her arm. “It’s only just a movie. The monsters aren’t going to get you.” Clearly she’d been wrong about the possible thrill Emily might have been seeking for. “I know...it’s just...” The words were difficult to express on how she could explain the fear of being caught by something that she knew wasn’t real. The irrational part inside of her for whatever reason wanted to make it real, or at least used that as a basis to make her tremble and shake. “When you’re scared can you at least be a little more honest with me?” The movie reflected off of Joyce’s unwavering eyes, her full attention focused on Emily. “O...Okay...I’m sorry…” Emily could feel another one of her failures being drawn out into the open, laid plain as day for Joyce to see. But like with each and every vulnerable moment she had, Joyce didn’t act on it. At least not in a cruel way. The same hand that soothed her shoulder pulled Emily over to the laying Joyce and turned Emily into the little spoon in their positioning. The same arm then locked itself around Emily’s waist after adjusting the blanket she had to cover them both. “Then at least learn to snuggle with me if you feel scared, okay? Mommy won’t let the monsters get you.” The movie that had been tormenting her for the past forty-five minutes had suddenly lost its effect on Emily. Being wrapped in the strong, loving embrace of Joyce put her in a bubble that nothing from the outside world could pop. She was back in paradise again and it felt euphoric; just to feel the warmth radiate from the body behind her. As off-putting as it sounded, there was even a certain charm to when she leaned her head against Joyce’s plentiful chest. The mushy feelings inside of her that had started to take shape borrowed her lips for a brief moment, making a small voice just loud enough to hear over the movie’s suspenseful music. “P….promise?” Joyce could feel even her heart skip a little from hearing her. Leaning in a little close with an enchanting and hypnotic whisper to Emily’s ear she spoke. “Promise.” Combined with the pressure Joyce applied to her abdomen, the bursting pressure she already felt down below synergized into an unstoppable force as she could feel the pent-up stress inside of her suddenly leak out of her in a bodily-liquid form. Emily couldn’t hide her exasperated gasp blended with a sigh as the hot stream of urine flooded her diaper. She tried to squirm; afraid of leaking on the couch no matter how much the thing could absorb. A life majorly lived in panties told her no matter what she’d stain the couch, but Joyce wasn’t letting go. “Just let it happen. I’m here, so don’t worry...” Emily silently cried for real this time as she sorted her difficult emotions. The scary movie was the least of her worries when she was so conflicted already; happy to be loved by Joyce, but shocked to lose control of her still very-adult bladder. But as embarrassing as it was and unnatural it felt, consciously aware of the pee following the flow of gravity and seeping to one side of her diaper, the tiniest most minuscule and insignificantly small part of her knew it wasn’t as bad as last time. “Good girl...” Joyce soothed when she could feel Emily start to settle down. The end of their Sunday night was nearing its end, and Joyce wanted to spend the last of their waking time interlocked together just like this. With the hand around Emily’s waist, she pat the front of Emily’s warmer-than-before diaper, making Emily feel even smaller on the inside. Her submissive instincts were writhing in joy and pleasure right now; a side Emily never knew existed within her, and was still unsure of it herself in these moments now. It was hidden away; behind a brick wall that Joyce brought a sledgehammer to every time they experienced some new form of intimacy together. It was only a matter of time until the bricks would collapse completely and the two could truly be enveloped in each other’s warmth. In mere moments the atmosphere changed from horror and a thriller into a field of rosy flowers and shining sun; basking anything within its infinite gaze in a shower of positivity and reinforcement. The cherry on top was when Emily could feel a pair of lips press themselves against her upturned temple. Had Joyce seen Emily’s face, it probably would have been one of the widest, most bashful smiles she’d ever seen on the girl. But the growing outline of her exposed cheek told Joyce enough. “There’s my sleepy girl,” Joyce cooed as she held the bundle in her arms, able to see the slight discoloration in her diaper. The tv was off and the night they wanted to last forever had finally come to an end. Emily quietly stirred but the kind-hearted words made her gush. “No more scary movies for you, missy. Got it?” “Mhm…” Emily sluggishly moaned. Joyce was right. She suddenly didn’t feel the need to be so brave around Joyce anymore, because being scared gave her an excuse to confide in her protector. “Now it’s time to get someone some shuteye,” Joyce explained in a motherly tone. “We need all our energy tomorrow to be a big girl.” The words made even Joyce feel sad to say. Joyce carried Emily into her room, setting her down on the bed with care as she looked at Emily’s diaper with a sad expression. It was probably for the best if she took it off; eliminating any possible unpleasant surprises in the morning. It’d be better to start Emily off in an adult mindset for tomorrow for when she went to work. Curse the weekends for not being longer! Against her maternal judgment, the room suddenly sounded with the noise of adhesives tearing from plastic. “Try and stay awake for a little bit longer, Emmy. I just need to slip some big girl underwear on you...” Grabbing her a pair of the luxury panties Joyce bought her so long ago, she snaked them up the drowsy girl’s legs, who was too tired to worry about being naked. From a force of habit her fingers ran along the pantie’s waistline as if they were a diaper a doting mother would make sure fit. “Goodnight Emily…” Joyce lowered her voice, trying not to disturb the sleepy woman who was fading fast. Pecking her on the cheek she made her exit, opening and moving to close the door. “Goodnight...Mmm...oo…...mmm...” Joyce had frozen in place from hearing Emily’s drunken mumbles. Between her murmurs, Joyce’s ears desperately wanted to hear what they think they did; believing Emily had just tried to call out to her. Not as Joyce, but as mommy. Trying to keep herself reserved, she moved into her office trying to not let her assumptions influence her emotions. Regardless of what she did or did not hear, it hardly changed the fact that this was one of the best weekends she’d experienced in a long time. In fact, it was undoubtedly the best. The alarm buzzed rudely into Emily’s ears, who wanted to drop herself off the face of the earth and bask in the darkness she knew as sleep forever. Trying to put coherent thoughts together, her first order of business was sitting up to get her eyes open and stir the first embers of energy within her. There could never be “Five more minutes” with her on a weekday. Five would become ten, and ten would become twenty. Sleep was a dangerous game she didn’t want to gamble with, because whether it was with cards or Z’s, the house always wins. “I get it, I get it!” Emily bitterly spat as she silenced the blaring noise trapped inside the tiny box. She could see she kicked the blanket off herself last night, and with a bare leg and half her crotch on display she was still in the pink monkey shirt and now a pair of mismatching bright blue & white-striped panties. They were so much thinner and felt relatively soft as well, but the same benefits weren’t as great to these than they were admittedly with diapers. Aside from the comfier cushioning (which she was still ashamed to admit), panties, unfortunately, didn’t come with the motherly Joyce that loved to fawn over Emily so much. Not that Joyce was ever distant, no matter what she wore. But when in her more childish underwear, both Emily and Joyce assumed a respective role that knew just how to satisfy each other’s urges in the most pleasant ways. That being said, one of the two were certainly much more honest with themselves, but to temporarily forget the past and focus on the present, there was a more important issue at hand. Coffee. “Ms. Summers!” John Holland stood from his seat with an open hand. His hair showed the slightest signs of graying, as he fixed the collar to his fitted button-up, tucked into the waistline of his black slacks. “I’m glad you called me here for a meeting! But I have to say, you did catch me off guard when I heard Frontier wanted to do business with our company, BabyCare. I suppose the best way to put it is how we cater to a much more specific demographic!” He laughed. “Mr. Holland, the pleasure is mine.” Joyce returned his shake while she was in a blouse, business skirt, and heels. “I didn’t want today to be too formal,” She gestured to the near-empty restaurant they were in, basing it off of the professionally dressed bartender and diverse array of alcohol to be an expensive establishment. “Admittedly, I was hoping to relay a special order through you. For a client of mine. While it’s not through Frontier it’s still business all the same.” Holland’s smile shifted partway into a tilted expression of curiosity. “Oh?” It seemed the misleading invitation didn’t have him annoyed or bothered on the surface, which was hopefully a good sign. “I wanted to take this to the top of the chain because the order is so unorthodox, to say the least,” she explained. “They were hoping you would be able to put some furniture together for them?” “Baby furniture? We already sell anything a parent could need, though?” Mr. Holland, a wise businessman, was still missing the point. Not that it would have been expected of him not to. This really was unorthodox. “Right, of course. But I suppose they were looking to get what you had except in a bigger form? To support someone of a bigger size maybe? If you understand what I’m getting at?” “For...adults, I presume?” “Precisely.” “Ms. Summers,” He cleared his throat. “I can’t exactly put a one-time order through for anyone that asks; even if they’re someone represented by a company head. As much as we are providers for consumers, focusing company resources for selfish reasons isn’t something I really do; especially if it won’t be turning over a long-term profit.” This was expected of course. Even Joyce knew it wouldn’t be that easy. “And I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, or anyone in your position, which is why I was wondering if you might have a prototype team on hand that could maybe carry this order out for my client?” “Ms. Summers,” Mr. Holland began. “Although this meeting has caught my interest, and I would like to help you on a personal level to help this friend of yours out, my business can’t satisfy the needs of a single person.” “Even if price was no issue?” “Even at that.” He sighed. He did want to help Joyce, regardless of it being a strange request. He didn’t want to worsen relations with a potential business partner that worked a field so close to his. It’s okay. This was accounted for too. Money would still entice the man, but that was only a warm up to her true offer. “Mr. Holland, Frontier from our long-term care beds alone we have experienced a widespread consumer response across the country from homes, nursing care units and hospitals. Internationally even. Without going into detail, the figures we experience annually from that alone turn profits over nearly fivefold what it takes to make them. Hasn’t BabyCare always been looking for an opportunity to expand itself into markets similar to the ones you already operate in?” That was natural for any business; the aggression of capitalism itself, and the things Joyce was mentioning were beginning to truly pique the man’s interest; the company’s interest. “Many of our medical care products receive countless awards and customer feedback as top of the line, pristine, and high-quality manufacturing for anything we sell. As it should be. A fun thing the design team has been thinking of though is including a bit more ‘color’ to some of our products. Medical beds, crutches, walkers, braces--I won’t make it a secret that all those things we sell can look relatively bland. Wouldn’t you agree?” Mr. Holland already saw where this was going, but it wasn’t an unwelcome direction. Out of respect for her company, despite her calculated pitch to downplay its own product, Mr. Holland remained silent but was still just as curious. “We’ve already been having talks with the board, you know. But off the record, you didn’t hear it from me.” It wasn’t a risk to leak information like this; they’d be able to manage just fine without BabyCare’s helping hand, but the prospect of business was even exciting to Joyce. “Our statistics returned unsurprising results on how many of our customers that are in the younger age group and need these sorts of products we manufacture are often disappointed by not the functionality, but the look to them.” The parents of course did most of the talking for stuff like that, but there was a voice among the kids as well. “And who can complain? Getting to the point, we were already preparing to come to you with an offer and buy an exclusive license for some of your company’s more popular mascots and characters.” So that’s what it was. They wanted BabyCare’s already established designs and logos; their motifs, characters; everything. “Whether I came to you now, or the board approaches you formally later, this was still a plan in the works. However, I wanted to come to you now with my own little request as a sign of good faith and prospect a healthy relationship. If you’re able to help me now for my friend, I will be more than happy to not only compensate you out of my own pocket, but also get some gears turning a bit faster back at Frontier.” The deal was enticing. BabyCare had always thought of outreaching to other companies, but many of the larger shareholders wanted them to manufacture medical equipment from the ground up. But now they were the ones with a potentially viable on their front doorstep, and from a titan of a company, no less. Details would certainly have to be hashed out and final figures be decided, but Mr.Holland could feel himself falling for the bait. “Ms. Summers, if you need furniture to care for someone bigger than the size we retail to, wouldn’t your own company be a much better idea? Assuming this deal does go through, you could even use our designs for added effect. Maybe hire a freelancing carpenter, or something? I’m not trying to dissuade you, or your client, but it’s just...curiosity?” Joyce almost wanted to gag from the disgusting thought. Seeing Emily nap in a hospital bed with added rails shattered the fantasy, and even mocked it. How was Emily supposed to feel small if she were being treated like a health patient? There was nothing wrong with anyone who needed those sorts of things, but in no way did it establish the atmosphere Joyce wanted. It seemed cruel; to both herself and Emily. For it to truly work they needed to be as genuine as possible. Superficial knockoffs with some cutesy designs on them almost sounded like an insult. Mr. Holland wasn’t at fault for suggesting something like that, though. He just had no idea how deep the rabbit hole went. “I tried to explain the same thing,” She lied. “But my client was pretty adamant on it coming specifically from your company, or at least for it to be as genuine as it’d be for a normal child.” The illusion was fragile, how Joyce was ‘asking for a friend,’ but she reserved the right to deny any direct accusations and she figured Mr. Holland wasn’t in a position to. The last thing he’d want is to upset a potential partnership. “And as for a carpenter they considered it, but they were afraid they might not be able to meet all their needs...” “I see.” Mr. Holland looked to be considering something. Joyce tried not to get her hopes up; there were always alternatives if he refused. The more Mr. Holland weighed his options, the more it felt like it was possible to meet Joyce’s demands. He did certainly have a few experimental teams at his disposal, and he could always see to them being paid a little extra for their efforts if they kept quiet about what they were working on...Not that the contracts they had already signed wouldn’t cover that. The blueprints for the basics like a crib and presumably a changing table need only be upscaled, maybe switched out for some higher quality materials. He wanted to get off on the right foot with Joyce. Some other things might take some modifications...but it was starting to look more and more doable. “We’d need the measurements of whomever this is for to adjust to the right size and weight. I should have a group capable of pushing something like this out, depending on what your client might be looking for. It won’t be cheap, though.” Joyce limited her smile to one that reflected the content feeling of a successful deal, and not that of a doting mother. She could already imagine the countless things in her head that she wanted, how she could indulge in her fantasies the most, and share them with the most special person in the world. All the bits and pieces she’d need to get offhand would be more than doable, but BabyCare was the heart of it all, and she’d just gotten the keys to the kingdom. With her hands in her lap she maintained her outward composure. “Absolutely. I’ll be sure to send you the details. And be sure to let me know what it comes to. Payment won’t be an issue.” “The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Summers.” Mr. Holland shook her hand once more. “I look forward to doing some more ‘typical’ business with you and your company. And for simplicity’s sake have your client choose from our already available designs, please. The goal is just to make a larger version of what we already have, correct?” The business they did would be good, but none of it would ever compare to this moment. “I’ll be sure to,” Joyce replied. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement, Mr. Holland.” “I could say the same to you, Ms. Summers.” Mr. Holland backed out his chair and stood up, getting ready to leave. “Oh!” Joyce moderately exclaimed. “I know I invited you here for business, Mr. Holland, but you didn’t expect me to send you on your way with at least a free meal, did you?” Being in these professional situations often made Mr. Holland disregard the setting they were in, forgetting their original purposes. It had been a bit since he’d actually been invited out to lunch and actually would eat. The gesture was appreciated nonetheless. “Sorry,” He tried to laugh it off. “Old habits tend to repeat themselves!” He politely sat back down. He didn’t have anywhere important to be, or at least didn’t want to go to. Some part of him wanted to stay and invest time into this relationship, as despite the professional talk Joyce felt more like a friend even if she looked much younger than he was. The feeling was mutual though, as Joyce both appreciated him as a businessman and hopefully a contractor of sorts. “But,” He interjected. “Forgive me if I’m being rude, and choose not to respond if you want. But why is it that your client wants baby furniture for an adult?” The question had oddly been nagging him, and he couldn’t figure out why. “Mr. Holland,” Joyce took a sip from the glass of water a waiter delivered. “You should know better than to pry on one’s more hidden lifestyle.” There was a moment of silence until Joyce laughed off the unneeded tension in the room, indicating that the mood was still intact. “More importantly, I’m starving,” Joyce gave a relaxed sigh. “What looks good on the menu to you?” Over forty-eight hours had passed since Joyce’s meeting with Mr. Holland, and she now found herself in a new setting that wasn’t unfamiliar. Parking the car and stepping out she closed the door and couldn’t help but feel the excitement as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. It was Wednesday and they were halfway through the week. Emily and Joyce were as close and social as they always were come after working hours, but Joyce had been cunningly quiet about these errands she’d been running. Each and every box that would arrive at the apartment she was sure to hide away in her storage room and keep locked away. She never figured Emily to go snooping, because she likely had nothing to be suspicious of, but Joyce was still determined to keep things hush-hush. Emily knew Joyce would be returning to this stop at some point, but she didn’t know when… The bell’s ring filled the room when Joyce walked inside, and could see her friend dealing with a different client at the moment. In the middle of their conversation at the front desk, Joyce could see her eyes shift from the person she was talking to her for just a moment and then back. “It was good seeing you, Michael. I hope the suit works out well for your party!” Amy waved as the man with his new set of clothing politely excused himself from the store. Until the opening and closing door finally came to a rest, Joyce and Amy eyed each other wildly in an impatient manner. “Oh! Joyce!” Amy started to happily shout once it was just the two of them. “My head was just, bursting with ideas ever since you and Emily left on Sunday!” The limited capacity for imagination in her vocabulary showed as she bustled about, possibly forgetting the pen she had positioned behind her ear. “I’ve rarely ever done something like this before and to revisit these kinds of designs was so much fun!” Joyce couldn’t muster a word when her hands were suddenly joined to Amy’s. “Please tell me you want to make more outfits for her!” Joyce, taken aback, blinked her eyes in simple shock. She’d never seen Amy be so forward with a simple order like this; so expressive over almost anything. Sure it wasn’t run-of-the-mill, but Joyce didn’t know business like this could have such a secondhand effect on her! “I take it you had fun making them?” Joyce asked, thinking outside a few moments earlier that she was the one who was excited. How wrong she was. “Definitely! Now, come, come! You didn’t come all this way to hear me boast, did you?” Amy hurriedly ushered Joyce into the back room where they always did their business. The setting was similar to when they were here a few days ago, only now there were five mannequins lined up sporting...simply adorable clothing! “This is…?” Joyce could feel her joy lagging behind the disbelief in her voice. Taking in the wide array of dynamic and colorful outfits. “Each and every outfit I made was too much fun! Thinking of how I could emphasize this,” she tried to verbalize her masterful creation process. “childish, feeling in each and every small and little detail!” Her emotions were overflowing with excitement, and the only thing she could do to seem from bursting was verbalize it in concentrated doses. Sneaking glances at each and every outfit, all too stunning to take her eyes off of, Joyce wanted to weep tears for her well-placed trust in Amy’s handiwork. They looked perfect! “Let’s go through them one by one,” Amy started her along the end of the line and debuted the first one, which was unmistakably a pink and white striped onesie. “I wanted to go for a material that didn’t feel thin, but was soft and can stretch pretty well,” Amy explained. “There’s an additional lining on the inside, but this way she’ll feel nice and soft on the outside.” Joyce was already gushing just from trying to imagine Emily in it, whilst she toddled and moved around the apartment. It would make their playtime into a reality, and there’d be no mistaking what role Emmy was in. It looked authentic because it was. It was beautiful! There was a splayed out collar to it, interestingly enough, which Joyce made an observation of. There wasn’t anything wrong with it and in fact somehow made it even more adorable. Each and every stitch looked as if it were imbued with the sole task of emphasizing the child within whoever wore it. Her eyes were sparkling as the fantasies played in her mind like a movie projector. “The shoulders are also fitted to be pretty close to her arm size, so they won’t look baggy,” Amy tugged at the mentioned area. “As for the legs openings I rounded the edge off in with something a bit more durable. There won’t be any chafing and it’s actually a little squishy if you feel through the fabric, but it’ll hug her thighs well.” Joyce gave it a test squeeze and confirmed Amy’s words; imagining just how content Emily would feel in these. What caught her attention next were the white pouches, one sewn on each side at the waist level. They were just large enough to maybe fit a hand in each of them. “Are these pockets?” Joyce curiously asked. She had no objections to them but they were completely white unlike the rest of the design. “Mhm! I figured Emily might want to have some way of holding on to a few things. Not much of course, since that’s your job,” Amy playfully jabbed, forgetting the restricted composure she had the last time they met, causing Joyce to blush when her face was out of sight, still smiling. “And at the same time she might just want somewhere to put her hands. So, do you like it so far?” “It’s amazing.” Joyce could barely put the words together from how only one of three different outfit styles left her already star-struck. “Good, I’m glad.” Amy was always happy to see the joy of her works rub off on someone else. “But I know you’re still probably wondering how you’re supposed to get this on and off of her. Well look no further and take a look at the back!” Finishing her mini speech, Amy spun the mannequin on its pivot to reveal the backside, which had four medium-sized white buttons arranged on the back, holding the flap in place. “I made sure to leave some room in there beyond your normal panties, and the stretch factor should account for anything that might get larger. Emily shouldn’t ever feel uncomfortable when she lies on her back, which is why I went with the smaller buttons, but if she’s on a hard surface like tiles or wood you might hear some scraping.” Amy warned. “Snaps would have been rounded off on the end to better combat this, but the buttons offer much better support.” Amy demonstrated as she stretched open the slits and pulled them out from behind the buttons, whilst Joyce watched with fascination. Eventually she’d be doing the same thing, only for Emily. “So, any questions, comments, or complaints so far? If anything I’d like to get Emily to try some of these on before they leave the shop...But I understand they’re a gift.” The perfectionist inside of her was starting to show. “They’re fitted exactly to my numbers, but a tiny margin of error can always be pesky like that. She should be fine though.” “No, this is perfect! You’ve done more than you needed to and the results are stunning! Are these all ready to take home?” “Yep! I worked through day and night to see all these finished,” She sighed as the slight bags under her eyes became clear now. “But it was worth it,” She smiled. “It was a rush order, after all. And I couldn’t just let these things sit. I was just too driven to make them! I have a lot of excess ideas; some stuff tamer than others...It all went in my sketchbook though. There’ll be time for that some other day. But come on, there’s still four more outfits to show you!” Joyce had already been getting ahead of the fashion show by looking in advance at the green alteration. It was identical in every way except for the button stitching and pink factor, which had been swapped with a mint green. Here Joyce had no complaints at all either, but it was the next double set that things started to look different. “And these,” The two walked over to stand right in front of them. “Are her sleepers!” Rather than stopping at just the upper half of the body, the sleeper occupied its entirety. Amy had stuck to a similar color scheme to match the duo, as Joyce stared at the light pink adult-sized sleeper that stopped itself at the hands, feet, and crept slightly up the neck. On all the ends their material cuffed as it hugged the wrists and just above the ankles on the end, allowing for a slight bit more freedom on the inside. It wasn’t baggy though, as at the waist the sleeper seemed to hug nicely around the mannequin’s curve and provide structural integrity. Joyce could also notice that at the legs it didn’t look like a V-shape but seemed a bit more of an outward curve as if it supported some more ‘pronounced’ underwear. “I designed it to hug just all the right parts. I even kept in mind that she might not be wearing panties in this, like all her outfits, so I gave her a little extra space in the crotch area so the ‘V’ at the legs wouldn’t press into her.” Joyce couldn’t be thankful enough to have a seamstress as attentive as Amy, and would be sure to tip her on top of her already paid efforts. She knew all the areas to focus on and never cut corners in her craft. She wasn’t cheap, but she was well worth the money. Never once had Joyce gone wrong through Amy, and this time was no different either. Directly down the middle Joyce could see a zipper track buried behind the slightly bunched fabric to hide the seam. A fat plastic white zipper hung symmetrically though, emphasizing the most infantile aspects about the outfit in all the right ways. “Not much else to say about this one, other than how I kept it thin and made sure the material was breathable. I remember you saying she didn’t want to be too stuffy, but I made sure it didn’t feel like she was wearing a bag either.” Once again Amy was always tactful in her approach and left no stone unturned. Which is why Joyce was even more delightfully surprised with the next mention. “And, I remember we had talked about it which I think was my personal favorite touch to this outfit,” Amy had flared the neck up a little, showing that there were snap inserts lined along the sides and the back of the neck. No, she couldn’t have! “Ta-daa!” Amy cheered as she produced an attachment from behind the mannequin. Holding it out so Joyce could see better, it was an attachable hood that matched the sleepers color, minus a dark pink line that ran just along the edge. But most importantly, and most adorably, it donned an irresistibly cute pair of large cat ears on them! Amy had listened! Joyce almost forgot about them completely! Amy couldn’t hide her excitement either as she gave a toothy smile, already snapping it into place. She then draped it over the model’s head and gave Joyce a good look. Joyce was starting to feel antsy, almost wishing she postponed the pick-up date until the weekend. How was she supposed to wait this long knowing she had such an adorable wardrobe for Emily? Curse Amy! She had done far too well for her own good. It was going to be torturous trying to keep these things under wraps. She had half a mind to beg Emily to try these on immediately when she got home! But she wouldn’t, of course. That’d spoil everything. “And the next sleeper is exactly the same, with its own special hood,” Amy gestured to the next one over, which was the same mint green as the onesie but without the stripes. “But the alteration you wanted is this one.” It was clear just from looking at it what Amy was referring to. The zipper seam that was on the front of the pink sleeper was nowhere to be seen on this one, and was in fact on the back. Turning the display, the zipper was on the back and ran up to the neck as well, but the zipper was buried away within an insert Amy used two fingers to fish out. “I was thinking of how to restrict the wearer from being able to take it off very easily, and I didn’t think you’d want a lock on here. Those things can be a bit dicey….” Amy started having flashbacks from previous clientele. “So I took a much more softcore approach. There’s a small space in between the fabric the zipper fits in, and anyone who has full use of their arms, AKA not the wearer, the zipper only takes a couple fingers to get out. But if you’re in the sleeper then good luck. It’s one thing to bend your arms but another to move your fingers, and especially so far in.” This had Joyce imagining countless scenarios as well; encouraging that feeling of dependency in Emily, and helping her learn to rely on others more. So many key items were essential to reinforcing this feeling of infancy Joyce wanted to convey and foster so desperately, and she already knew Emily might get a little excited by these outfits too. “And the next and final outfit, is her play dress! I’d have to say this is probably my favorite...” Joyce couldn’t help but agree with her, taking in the stunning sight. Like denim, it was a dark blue dress with shoulder straps that were topped on the edge with fat, white buttons, sewn on with a thick, light yellow thread that accented the custom-made yellow shirt underneath. The dress fanned out into a skirt that only stopped a little halfway past the thigh, meaning a twirl or gust of wind would put what’s beneath on full display. Joyce’s favorite addition she could see though was the obvious front pocket sewn on the stomach; large enough to stick both hands in. Large, thick stitches ran along the outside of it, obviously intended to be noticed, including the large pink paw embroidered on the front of the pocket, simplified with three small circles along the edge of a much larger one to signify the palm. “Because the material is so sturdy it can take some punishment if she likes to be energetic, and that shirt underneath actually functions more like a onesie. Take a look.” Curiously, Joyce lifted the front of the skirt to see the yellow shirt extending below and wrapping around the crotch, connected by three white snaps below. She then also took note of the material lining inside the skirt, glad to see Amy had made sure it would at least feel comfy for Emily when she wore it. “Amy...” Joyce found herself hugging the longtime companion, who brought her tears of joy to no end. “Thank you so much for what you’ve done! You don’t know how much this means to me.” “I’m glad I was the one you came to for this,” Amy returned the hug. “Like I said, orders like this don’t come very often. It’s been a while since I could work on clothes as cute as this. Do you think Emily could be brought in for a fitting next time? I honestly would like to see how they fit…” Emily was the target audience in mind when she designed these clothes after all. While she knew herself the creations were cute, they’d look even better if she could see them on someone in the flesh. “I’ll see if I can warm Emily up to it. I can’t make any promises though...” Joyce did want to share Emily’s debut with the very person who made it all possible, but respecting Emily’s privacy came first. Once she saw these clothes though, it wouldn’t take long to connect the dots and learn Amy helped collaborate to make these clothes. Then the secret would indirectly be out. But Emily would probably be okay with it, once she explained Amy’s stance. “I suppose I’ll have to let it go with that.” Amy partly spoke in a glum voice. “But! I made a few small additions to all of them, that I think you’ll appreciate.” Bringing Joyce up to each and every one of the neck holes, not only could she see a loop to hang on a hook if need be, but there was a tiny label on the inside of each of them with Emily’s name etched in thread along all five outfits. “Now we know who they belong to!” Amy joked, resulting in profuse thanks of gratitude from Joyce. “But if you’ll notice with the other four,” Amy motioned to the onesies and sleepers. “That same signature mark is on all of them.” Bringing Joyce around to the back of all of them, right where the left buttcheek would be on its wearer there was that same four circle paw like on the pocket of the dress. Only now did Joyce start to associate it with a cat’s paw. Amy had really gone in on the tiny unifying theme, and Joyce could only find the entire set that much more exquisite. It almost reminded her of the mark Amy put on all of her clothes… Amy’s craft was like that of an artist, and she always liked to hide a personal mark for her long-term clients as a sign to prove it as her work and to be part of a collection. Amy’s personal signature for Joyce was a series of three small circles or dots, cleverly hidden somewhere in the interior. But for Emily’s set she’d taken a much more bold approach and proudly displayed them somewhere on the front. It was cute, and fitting in a way. These clothes were meant for a person who was completely dependent on another and only knew how to be happy, play, and sleep. They only knew how to be the most adorable baby they could possibly be. So to take such a contrast and print her signature on the outside of Emily’s baby clothes, it reflected a sentiment that Emily could come out of her shell and be herself when she wore these. As it should be. “All of these are safe to wash, but it goes without saying they’re going to be at their best if you get them professionally done,” Amy advised. “That won’t be an issue,” Joyce said dismissively. “I’ll just send them off with the rest of my outfits whenever I get the cleaning service.” Again, it was a no questions type of deal where they simply took your clothes and washed them. Nothing need be talked about or mentioned. Before the two had gone their separate ways, they made sure to leave time for coffee first, setting themselves up at the couch where they had a splendid view of Emily’s new infant wardrobe. Assuming everything moved along smoothly, this certainly would not be the last time Joyce had Amy make clothes for Emily. She was simply too talented not to do business with. Seeing how spectacularly well she pulled off these designs, it would only pronounce the simpler things and draw she and Emily that much more closer to the more genuine acts. Grabbing five individual boxes, Amy slipped off the covers of each one and carefully folded and placed them in the boxes, putting the covers back on. To ensure not even the slightest mishap occurred, Amy even tied each in a ribbon and helped Joyce load them into the trunk of her car, and they both gave each other a final hug before Joyce departed. Back on the road, she sighed longingly as the fashion show came to an end, and it would be a long and excruciatingly painful wait until these ever saw the light of day again. All in due time, though. All in due time. She missed riding in the backseat with Emily already. Charles was busy now with driving Emily; not that Joyce minded, but she still wanted the girl’s company. Joyce couldn’t help but sneak a little peak on the surveillance, watching as the girl lounged on the couch like it was nobody’s business. Content with the sight and respecting of Emily, she quickly closed the display and turned on the ignition. The lonely car ride home was boring, but she occupied herself with formulating a plan to sneak the clothes in the back room without Emily noticing...
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  21. 6 - Round Two “So you liked what we did today?...All of it?” The atmosphere was still raw; thick with apprehension, despite hearing such a positive response. “Yes...I don’t know why completely, but I think I did enjoy it all…” There was the embarrassment, but looking back on it now, being with Joyce made it strangely okay. Now that Joyce has stripped her bare and seen her emotions and still chooses to accept her, she felt she could stomach just about anything as long as her protector was there to see her through. “Apart from what you did for me at the end...” Emily blushed. “I liked doing it with you, like all the things we do together…” Emily seemed to be having trouble getting the next few words out, “...and I guess I liked being taken care of…” Joyce stared at Emily for a moment, almost wide-eyed, trying to place her thoughts. Could Emily have had some inner desires going into this as well? Maybe she was on some kind of level submissive? It didn’t matter; Joyce was too happy with her response, and was relieved it had gone so well for Emily too. “That’s great Emily, really,” Joyce couldn’t do anything but smile. “But I want you to know it was never my plan to take advantage of you like that earlier…” Joyce herself started to feel the seeds of regret bloom from within. “What I did was spur of the moment, and I tried to make you feel better in an aggressive way...I took advantage of you, and you weren’t in the right state of mind to give me your consent; I can’t apologize enough for that.” Joyce could feel the soft touch of another hand on her own, looking up to see Emily’s gaze transfixed on her. “It’s okay; I trust you.” Joyce turned couldn’t help but feel the need to turn away for a moment; bombarded by a wave of emotion from Emily’s direction. When had she been able to make her feel like this? She wasn’t sure why, but, Joyce could only feel an overwhelming amount of presence from Emily, who seemed to be projecting herself so easily now. What kind of revelation had this experience given her? It was as if a key unlocked something deep inside her most hidden recesses; dusting off the shelves, and pulling back the curtains. Joyce expected this to be an end goal; not a start…! Granted, these were feelings for Joyce; not the baby treatment. There would still be changes and additions, there would be embarrassment, and there would likely be tears. It was an adventure Emily was willing to embark upon, and Joyce had every intention to whisk her off her feet, and stroll through the fields of apprehension, confusion, intimacy, and joy with her bundle of joy nestled in her arms. Just to impart sweet serenity upon the one she cherished most would be enough for her sun to rise. Not only had there been an awakening within Emily, but Joyce could feel herself being swept along as well. The stimulation was undeniably contagious. “Thank you, Emily.” Joyce could feel her resonate within her heart. Her maternal instinct was rising higher and higher; sifting closer to the surface. It was finally within reach, and Joyce wanted more than anything to reach out; clutch it and never let go. In front of her was an amazing person, who was an irreplaceable friend; a partner. But in addition to that, she was also her little girl that needed to be taken care of, and to be loved and looked after. The rapid shift in perspective was surreal, but not unwelcome. Was this what other people felt in these kinds of situations? Regardless of what the two felt, though, the only affirmation they needed was to be locked in each other’s arms. “So…” Emily’s embarrassment had started to show, and the bravado began to fade. “When is next time?” “Well,” Joyce nuzzled her cheek on the top of her head. “I’d like to get a few more things before we get into this again to make things...better for the both of us.” Now that she was on board, there wasn’t the need to feel so restrained when buying the things for her baby girl, now. Emily’s thrill and excitement were obvious, but since this was just the first time, things may still be up in the air. She’d have to expand her arsenal slowly, but effectively. “Like what?” Emily wasn’t sure how she felt about the lack of a specific date; not one for being left in the dark, especially about something so emotionally rewarding. “Maybe some upgrades here and there, and some new stuff, too. You’ll find out later.” She intentionally kept the most tantalizing bits in the dark; knowing that she was probably teasing Emily right about now. Still, though, why bother wrapping a present for someone if they already know what’s inside? It was her job to worry about the technical aspect of things; Emily just needed to see the pretty colors, whirring bells and whistles, popping fireworks; all the fruits born by Joyce’s labor. It was annoying to get an answer like that, and Joyce probably knew what she was doing too. “Come on, can’t you tell me a little bit?” Emily prodded, gently shaking her arm, trying to get a glimpse inside the loop she was being kept out of. “Give me something to look forward to!” “Look at the time!” Joyce deflected, looking at a nearby clock. “I better get dinner started, otherwise we’ll both starve!”She excused herself, already hatching a meal idea before she could turn on the stove. She also remembered that she hadn’t given Emily lunch today...Although the late breakfast was in some part to blame. For the days Joyce was at work and Emily was home by herself, she may or may not have stolen a look at the security cameras once or twice to see if she had made anything, which she didn’t. But she had no intention of telling Emily that she knew. Regardless, when they had their…”special” time together, Joyce would have to step up her “mommy” game and make sure Emily was well-fed. Maybe that could rub off on her and shape into a daily routine; with or without Joyce’s guidance. To be so doting had her over the moon. The rhythmic clack of metal to a cutting board began, and she hummed her friendly melody. “Emily? Dinner’s ready,” Joyce walked into the living room, with the girl nowhere to be found. “Emily? Where did you go…?” Joyce spoke to herself in a low voice as she approached the couch from behind. As she peeked over, sure enough, there she was. Clearly, she was still tired from waking up, and Joyce pleasuring her likely took a lot of energy out of her as well. Joyce leaned over her while she nudged Emily’s shoulder. “Emily? It’s dinnertime; you awake?” After enough coaxing, she began to stir; her eyes opening soon enough. “Hmmm..nnn…” She trembled all over, as her limbs tried to spread as far as possible in every direction. “Joyce? When...when did I fall asleep?” “Beats me; I’ve been making dinner. And speaking of which, it’s finished now and ready to eat. Does somebody think they’ve hibernated enough?” She grinned. Groggily, Emily followed into the kitchen, taking her seat on the cushioned chair that remained unchanged from this morning. She felt a calming heat radiate from her plate, as she looked down at the splash of fried vegetables diced into cubes, small strips of beef scattered throughout, and a swirl of noodles woven in abundance through the many toppings and seasonings. “Stir fry?” Emily asked as she sniffed the wonderful scent; already itching for her fork. “Yep! I figured it’d be something relatively easy to make.” Joyce nonchalantly boasted. Sometimes, Emily couldn’t tell if she were being sarcastic, or truly didn’t understand the might of her cooking...It was nice she didn’t always toot her own horn--intentionally, at least--but food at this kind of level deserved at least some personal recognition. To produce something like this so casually and think nothing of it was almost intimidating. A god treading among its subjects; never stopping to notice the ants that may be caught underneath their feet; she was totally oblivious to her skill. “How did you learn to cook so well?” Emily couldn’t sate her curiosity for any longer; it was beyond delicious, and she felt compelled to discover its origins. “Well, I don’t know if “learn” is the right word to use,” Joyce pondered. “My dad always liked to cook, so I just picked up a few things here and there from him.” “Was he a chef?” It was a likely assumption, considering just “a few things” amounted to something like this. “Yeah,” She paused to swallow. “He was the head chef at some restaurant in California at some point. It’s been so long though, I can’t even remember which one. Does that make me look bad?” The smallest amount of concern on her face was hard not to giggle at. “No, I don’t think so. And you’re from California?” It was always a treat to discover those small tidbits; nuggets of truth that illuminated the darkness surrounding Joyce. “I never told you?” “No; what does your mom do?” “Oh, they don’t work anymore. Between their own success, and a little of my own, they were able to retire a couple of years ago. We still do stuff every now and then. But what about you? Where did you grow up, and where are your parents right now?” “Well, technically I’m from Japan, but I was only there for about a year until my parents moved us to Washington back here.” “Oh, so you weren’t very far from me. Why did your parents move?” “I guess my dad was homesick,” Emily remembered it somewhat; it wasn’t something she really over considered... “That’s what they tell me, I guess. My dad is American and my mom is Japanese, so I’m sorta mixed, I suppose.” “Is that so? I think you pull the look of quite well.” Her cheeks became as warm as her plate; always taken aback by Joyce’s overbearing forwardness. “Any siblings?” Joyce continued. “Nope, just me. An only child; you?” “One. He’s my younger brother. He turned…29 last time I checked? Birthdays are hard,” She joked, taking a sip from her glass. “Speaking of which, when’s yours?” “May 29.” Emily did her best to speak in between her bites, but she was caught between the desire to speak and to shovel another mouthful of seasoned, noodly goodness into her mouth. And her birthday wasn’t far off from now, last time she checked. When was the last time she checked? Usually she’d have her phone...crap. That’s right. “Something wrong?” The furrowed brow on the girl was hard not to notice. “Um, no. Kinda, actually…” She let out a sigh. “I just remembered I haven’t had a phone in over a week…” Suddenly she started to wonder how many calls she could have potentially missed in that window of time; it stirred a feeling of unease in the pit of her stomach. She never really forgot that she was out of a phone, but only until now was she acutely aware of why she should be concerned. It was nice to disconnect every once in a while, but this was pushing what was considered comfortable. “Have I really been disconnected for that long? What if my parents tried to call me? A friend--or some important email? I haven’t been checking everyday…Do you think I-” “Emily,” Joyce called her to her senses from across the table. “Relax, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with taking a little break. We can get you a new phone in the morning. Just take it easy for now?” Her voice was convincing, and they cut through the haze and confusion of Emily’s mind like a hot knife through butter. Once rationalizing things, it was somewhat making a mole out of an anthill. Tomorrow, she would go and buy a cheap phone; just to keep her afloat until she could upgrade to something more usable. At least she’d have something to keep her in the technological loop for the time being. “Here,” Joyce gathered their plates and glasses, moving over to the sink. “I want you to go and take a bath; relax, and clean up for a bit. Do that for me, won’t you?” Emily agreed, now beginning to learn that Joyce’s requests were better interpreted as commands; albeit a much more peaceful kind. They had been together long enough for there to be the mutual understanding that Joyce kept her best interests at heart no matter the circumstances. Yes, Emily was a grown woman, yet it became so easy to be strung along by Joyce. Day after day, the sense of having someone to fall back on--a safety net--had been so reassuring as of late. Emily flicked the light on, as she became reacquainted with one of her most favorite rooms in the entire apartment. The bathroom was always a place she could find herself become absent-minded and lose herself in thought (and maybe even sleep). Already falling into her routine, Emily set the bath to fill as she gathered a towel, soap, and conditioner. With the noise of a flush, Emily closed the porcelain throne; satisfying a different bodily need than like before. Had it been that over peeing a diaper, how she’d feel then wasn’t a fun thought to entertain...It definitely wasn’t something she’d like to consider. Vacating such thoughts from her head, Emily stripped and edged herself into the warm water; always ecstatic to indulge in one of her favorite pastimes; with no other engagements to look forward to. She looked around the room; absorbing the atmosphere. The warm air, humming fan from above, and the water that cleansed her body. With work during the weekdays, showers were her go-to for when she needed to be quick and out the door, but on weekends she could afford to take a bath much later in the day; absent of the pressures to be squeaky clean for work. She’d never let herself get dirty; her self-consciousness always got the best of her. Living with Joyce felt absolutely serene. Each and every day was an amazing experience with her, and being allowed to share a life of luxury with her was something Emily could only dream of. She still had to go and see that asshat Jack who was withholding all of her stuff, but Joyce made that a thing of the past, and simply trivial by helping her settle here. After each and every day she felt more at home with Joyce, and always looked forward to stepping through that solid door. Their “special” connection was also becoming much more clear after tonight; assuming a much more intimate familiarity. The thoughts made Emily’s cheeks burn as she sunk lower into the water, as if she were trying to hide her embarrassment from the white tiles. Whatever they had together, a big part of her hoped for it to last for as long as she wanted; being cared for by Joyce like this. Even if she felt like less of an adult because Joyce did so much for her...she was strangely okay with the feeling, or at least she valued it more than her own pride. Emily shuffled some more in the water over her thoughts; finally moving onto the cleaning process to take her mind off of things. Joyce sat in her office like she had before Emily’s little “incident,” with her glasses on as she stared at the computer screen. She almost called it an accident, but everything did go where it needed to. She couldn’t help but grin. The BUSINESS sticky note was laid to the side of her desk; a nuisance to stare at for long periods of time. Apart from checking the company stocks, Joyce was tending to a different kind of business, as she scrolled through the catalog. Yet sighed as she looked through the half-baked selection of items; initially so driven to already fill a cart. This was the best online markets could do? On a commercial level? She could only have the best for Emily, and this clearly wasn’t it...She knew high-quality furniture and items existed out there, but clearly they’d have to be specially ordered to achieve a more authentic experience. Apart from the furniture, Joyce had a sudden thought that she could use something to her advantage. Picking up the office phone she dialed the number of her secretary and sat in silence. If there was anyone other than Emily she could talk about this to, it was her secretary. As strange of a topic as it was, Sheila had sworn to secrecy in a non-disclosure agreement when she first signed on years ago. There would be no questions asked and that’s just how Joyce liked it. “Hello? Sheila?” A short pause over the phone. “Yes. I’m sorry for calling you on a Saturday, but I have something I need you to do first thing Monday morning; sooner if possible.” Another pause. “I want you to forward a special order I’m sending you soon to the Incontinence Department and have them prototype it immediately. Make sure to have it sent to my office discretely and tell them there may or may not be a bonus in it for them if their work is done well; maybe even a budget increase. No need to tell them where it’s going, or who ordered it; just make sure it gets done. I’ll include my signature as well so there’s no question about the order.” Sheila almost instantly responded. Sheila was always a great listener; like she should be. “Perfect. I’ll be sending you the details shortly.” Joyce hung up the phone while she opened up an order form on her computer. She felt giddy at the moment, having the privilege to design what would be taped on Emily’s bottom. She would be sure to make them look adorable, durable and absorbent. She may not know all the material details, but would be sure to include a comment about not skipping out on the more expensive stuff. In times like these, it felt good to be the CEO, and it was all for the sake of Emily. She spent a good half hour coming up with design ideas, describing them in explicit detail, and was sure not to simply gloss over the functionality either. Joyce included the ideal weight and waist range; sure for it to be a perfect fit. Satisfied, she registered the order under one of her retired board member’s name, then printed it to sign off the approval section. She slipped it into her fax machine and sent it over to Sheila, who would without a doubt get the job done. It was annoying having to be this thorough through paperwork, but this is what it took to maintain anonymity, which she could appreciate considering her reputation. Joyce looked back to the page she had been browsing; again, disappointed with the finished products. The much smaller versions looked so much more comfortable and adorable; if only she could simply take those in a bigger size...So why didn’t she? At times like these, it felt better than ever to have money to spend. “Sheila?” Joyce had dialed her trusty assistant again. “And also for Monday, schedule a meeting with the company BabyCare. I want to make a special order with them. Thanks again,” Joyce hung up. The last thing was clothes, but she’d be able to find a tailor for that. All she needed was to find a seamstress skilled in this sort of thing...And if she couldn’t, she could always resort to the one she always went to; the same one she used to fix some of Emily’s clothes. In fact, she already knew Emily’s sizes and always kept her clients secret. And the more she thought about it, the more she knew that she’d be the best bet to go with. Decided, Joyce would have to get in touch with her tomorrow to start production immediately. It would be embarrassing at first to talk about, but Joyce knew she could trust her. With all of her plans set into motion, Joyce finished up the rest of her work then put the computer to sleep. As she walked down the hall, glancing at the bathroom door, she wondered how long Emily had been in there. Knocking on the door, Joyce shouted: “Try not to be too long in there! You don’t want to prune, I’d imagine!” There was a pause, but Joyce started a giggle once she could hear the noise of splashing water afterward; her warning had gotten through. Thankful for the reminder, Emily quickly had a towel draped over herself as she set the tub to drain. “Have a nice bath?” Joyce asked while she read a book on the couch. “Yeah. It’s not often I get to take a bath; it’s nice when I can.” Emily took a seat on the other end of the couch, watching the near silent tv. It was nice knowing at least one person used the bath. Being so infused with the working world, Joyce always took a shower out of habit. She always felt like she had places to be; things to do, even when she didn’t. Almost all of her free time was now dedicated to Emily (not that she minded), so she almost never had a moment to spare. Yet truth be told, naptime would have been an opportunity for her to address certain matters that had to wait up until now. Hopefully down the line Emily would sleep for a bit longer, Joyce hoped. Still though, even being in the position to think such thoughts made her too happy for words. “So what are you up to tomorrow?” Emily asked, trying to make small talk. “Well first,” Joyce set her book down on the coffee table. “I’m taking you to get a new phone. I still have your broken one so we can try and salvage the sim card…Then I need to meet with my seamstress to fix the length for a few new outfits I have,” She lied. She would do her absolute best to keep these kinds of things a surprise to Emily. “But apart from that, I can’t think of anything else that needs to be done. What about you?” “Nothing, really…” Emily said blankly. She wasn’t getting out of the house aside from work lately, as she never really felt the need to. Joyce provided her with comfort here, but she was at times feeling a bit cooped up. She didn’t want to leave without her phone, having very limited options to getting in touch with Joyce. Even now she still didn’t have her number, not that she entirely needed it right now. Her pickup for work was already scheduled and they talked when she got home; everything was planned ahead of time. “Once you get a phone I’m sure you’ll like to be getting out more often,” Joyce said. But to be honest, she would be a little disappointed if it were the case. Emily being here was part of the new routine Joyce had gotten used to and came to appreciate. “Maybe…” Was all Emily spoke pensively; her mind occupied with something else. “Why? What is it?” Joyce took the bait; always able to read Emily’s mood. “I don’t know...I was just thinking.” “About?” Emily looked a bit flustered, trying to muster the courage to speak her words. “Maybe...if we were both free tomorrow...then it would be a good time to do...that again?” She was afraid at what Joyce’s response would be; honestly a bit in disbelief she had requested it herself. “Well…” Joyce was now thinking too. She knew she had told Emily that it would be at least another week before they did it again, but one more day couldn’t hurt. Yes, she wouldn’t have any of the items she ordered for Emily yet, but if another repeat of today was enough to make her happy, Joyce found no issue in indulging her little girl. And another thought crossed her mind, which may appear cruel to Emily, but beneficial in the long run...Tomorrow would be ideal in that case. “Okay then. Sounds good to me, my wittle girl.” Joyce happily cooed over to Emily on the other end, trying to not to look so flustered. The evening went on like that, apart from Joyce excusing herself to go take a shower. Meanwhile, Emily was anxious over what tomorrow would be like. She wanted to be Joyce’s little girl, but her much more independent side manifested the gnawing uncertainty within her. They’ve only done this once, and yet Emily was already craving for more...She said she wanted to stop earlier tonight, but that was her independence fighting for its freedom. She was even a bit surprised at her own desire to be babied by Joyce. It was as if something dormant was awakened by Joyce’s affection for her, and the panic caused from it only made her want to confine in her caretaker even more. Whenever she was left alone with her thoughts, now it was all she could think about; the gushy ideas and feelings seeping into her most rational spaces. Regardless, she’d be happy getting out of the house tomorrow for something other than work; with Joyce no less. Surprisingly enough, Emily was able to get to bed on her own this time, Joyce not needing to carry her to bed; admittedly strange not needing to do it for the nth night in a row. It was close to eleven and Emily wanted to be well-rested for tomorrow, already being so fatigued from this morning since Joyce decided to wake her up. The apartment was silent, minus the occasional toss or turn from Emily’s room, doing her best to get to sleep. It was a raging battle until somewhere along the way Emily fell asleep before she even realized; everything suddenly black. “Hmm hmm hmm” Emily could feel herself waking to the sound of humming; already aware of the familiar voice. “Oh, it looks like somebody decided to join me this morning!” Emily could hear the sound of plastic and the smell of lavender as her waist became encased in something snug and comfortable. “Joyce?” Emily tried to wipe the sleep out of her eyes, opening them to see she was laid on her back. “What’re you-,” She was paused by a yawn erupting from within her. “-doing?” “I’m getting my little girl ready for the day, silly.” Emily looked forward now to see a sight she hadn’t experienced since yesterday morning. The panties and shorts she had gone to bed with yesterday were now substituted for a white plastic diaper; one that Joyce apparently just finished putting her into. “When did you…?” Had she really slept through all that? To be fair, Joyce did change her clothes that one time from what seemed like forever ago...Still, she truly was a heavy sleeper… “Wittle Emmy likes to sleep all day, doesn’t she?” Joyce touched the tip of her nose to Emily’s. “You didn’t even wake up until I finished putting you in your diaper.” Being talked down to was already putting her in that small space, yet the intimacy made her heart flutter with excitement knowing she was already back in Joyce’s arms. “And what’ll it be for my special girl today? Do we want big girl clothes or little girl clothes?” Why did she have a choice? Emily tried shaking her messy hair back into place, propping her upper half up with her elbows. “What do you mean? You didn’t ask me last time?” Joyce gave a little laugh. “That’s because we were staying inside. But today we have to run some errands and go outside. Do you want to dress like a grownup today? Or maybe I should decide…” “Grownup!” The words came out as fast as her sleepy self could muster. She said it before she even had the time to realize Joyce planned on taking her outside like this. “And wait...you mean I have to go outside wearing this?” She motioned to the babyhood strapped between her thighs. “Well, we can’t leave you unprotected while we’re on the go. That would be a bad job on mommy’s part.” It felt so genuine, the way Joyce was treating her. And who’s to say it wasn’t? But it was more concerning that she was going outside diapered; in public. “I don’t want to go out like this though…” The idea was nothing short of terrifying. “It’s embarrassing…” Joyce pulled out a shirt and black yoga pants for Emily. “Don’t pout now. There’s nothing wrong with wearing what mommy picks for you. You’ll be safe and well-protected. I’ll keep you by my side all day.” The words of comfort were nice to hear, but they didn’t change how much Emily didn’t want to go through with this. Yes, she wanted to be babied, but she was expecting this to come much later in the day; after they finished their errand, not before it! “Now come on, we still need to get some breakfast in you. Off the bed, please.” Reluctantly, Emily stood up, as Joyce got on one knee so Emily could grab her shoulders for balance while she stepped into the yoga pants one leg at a time. “Such a good girl,” Joyce commented as the shirt came next. It was the best being with Joyce like this, but going out in public was hurting her mood right now. She wanted to trust Joyce on this, but the thought seemed far too scary. “See?” Joyce was leading the two out of the room before stopping at the wardrobe mirror. Joyce turned Emily to a side-view and gave her padded bum a pat. “Not even I can tell if you’re diapered. Well, not unless I already know…” Emily stole a quick glance at the mirror for confirmation, and rushed ahead to escape the teasing. Joyce had already prepared breakfast; the sweet smell of butter, sugar, and cinnamon all mixed together and presented on a plate. “French toast?” Emily happily did her best to switch gears; a meal she hadn’t had in the longest time. “Yes it is!” Joyce said as she beamed with positivity, already having Emily’s cut up into bite-sized pieces, and her special coffee drink prepared in her sippy cup. “And I want to see you drink all of your milk for me, okay?” Joyce remembered to offer her the encouragement, just in case if she still had nerves about yesterday. She was already scared of being out in public, she wouldn’t let hydration get the best of her too. “Uh-huh,” Emily said as she already took a sip. She wasn’t keen on drinking as much like she did yesterday, but she already was thirsty like every other morning. In a long, uninterrupted sip, she set the cup down with a long sigh indicating her satisfied thirst. Joyce seemed to be pleased with that, and started to eat her own breakfast in order to get the day started all the sooner. Breakfast was as delicious as usual, but each bite seemed to make Emily’s heart pound faster, as each one would lead her closer and closer to the inevitable. Slowly, but surely, both of their plates (including Emily’s sippy cup) had been wiped clean. Joyce cleared the table and washed the dishes, piecing together how the day would go. “Joyce?” Emily broke her train of thought while she absently scrubbed. “What is it, honey?” “Can we, um, go out some other time?” “And why would we do that when today is perfectly fine?” “Because I don’t want to go out...wearing you know...diapers…” Emily still hadn’t adjusted to using the word very well now that it specifically referred to her. “People will see...it’s embarrassing…” “Emily,” Joyce turned off the faucet and started to dry her hands. “I already told you: no one will be able to tell what you’re wearing underneath your clothes. All we need to do is get your phone replaced, and you already said yourself that you haven’t had one for so long.” “So we can’t stay?” Emily knew she was reaching the end of her rope, and the thought wasn’t as exciting as all the other times it had been; she didn’t derive any pleasure from potentially taking a sledgehammer to her social image. “No, Emily. We’re going out.” It was just so frustrating. Being together with Joyce and how she felt so much like a mother; she had this pressure and these vibes that made her feel so commanding, especially to the currently submissive Emily. There was this excitement she couldn’t describe from being controlled in such a way...but she hated how she couldn’t resist, and that only fed into her more childish parts even more. “Once we’re out and about you’ll see that you’re perfectly fine.” Joyce said, setting a dish towel on the counter. “Emily, I would never put you in danger. The fact that I’m doing this proves that mommy thinks it’s safe for her little girl. I would never let you do something that put you at harm. I’ll be right by your side the whole way. Leave the grownup decisions to the grownups, and you just worry about enjoying yourself. So no more pouting, okay?” Emily only briefly nodded as Joyce walked over to pull her in for a reassuring hug. “Now,” Joyce got on her knee to be at about eye-level with Emily. “Are you gonna put some shoes on for mommy or do I need to do it for you?” She teased. “I can do it…” Emily blushed as she got out of her chair, walking over to the shoe area where Joyce had a pair of casual shoes ready for her; socks included. The little details of making preparations like this behind the scenes were what Emily loved the most. It reinforced the mindset that everything was in Joyce’s control, and Emily was like royalty that had the liberty of being served. She sat down on her padded bum while she slipped the perfect-fitting shoes on and tied their laces. Joyce came a second after with a large handbag slung over her shoulder, putting her shoes on as well. She grabbed two jackets for just in case if it got too cold outside; she needed to be prepared for anything. “Oh, wait, I almost forgot my wallet.” Emily said as she started to walk back to her room. “And why would my little girl be needing a wallet?” Joyce said with a firm but gentle grasp had taken Emily’s wrist. “I need to buy a new phone...right?” What did Emily do wrong? She needed money to buy a phone, after all. “That’s adorable sweetie,” Joyce cooed as she guided Emily back to the door. “But Mommy would never give her baby an allowance.” Emily’s cheeks burned at this remark, feeling smaller with every moment. “Whatever my little Emmy wants she need only ask me for it.” Clearly she was trying to forcibly spoil the girl, but it made Emily feel foolish for not having the foresight to guess something like this would happen. It was annoying how Joyce was using their “roles” to her obvious advantage; forcing her typical agenda but with a babyish twist. But deep down, even though it was against her will, right beside that seed of self-hate for being spoiled was the thrill of being forced into such a circumstance. Joyce was the first to open the door while Emily stood a bit back with hesitation. She started to feel uneasy, as the gravity of going outside was starting to hit her in full effect. She looked down a bit to see the outstretched hand; connected to the arm that led her to her most favorite person in the world right now. “I know it can be scary at first, but once we get moving you’ll see there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Emily clasped Joyce’s hand as she hesitantly took her steps outside of the apartment; dressed underneath as Joyce’s little girl. All she had to do was remember Joyce was there. She was her rock, and she would get her through this. The sound of the door shutting behind her solidified her fears once it was set in stone that they wouldn’t be turning back; the thought only bringing her closer to Joyce. She paid Emily’s affection no mind as the pair stepped onto the elevator and moved to the ground floor. In an effort to relax Emily, with a finger from the hand being held by Emily, she caressed the girl’s palm with her nail; sending a jolt of ticklishness from Emily’s hand, but feeling so nice all the same. The pair walked out of the building to see a black car waiting for them; bigger than the night the two went out to eat. But the chauffeur had not changed, as he held the door open for them while they stepped in. Worries hit the back of Emily’s mind as she stepped in, hoping to God that somehow her diaper never saw the light of day when she was moving. Emily was quickly sent into high gear however when she felt a hand press up against her bottom, feeling a gentle push as she quickly planted herself into a seat. She looked back at the perpetrator with almost daggers, seeing that it was of course Joyce giving her a tease. Annoyed for likely giving the reaction Joyce had hoped for, she looked off out of a window so not to please her any further. “Sorry Emily, I never thought to ask, what kind of provider do you have?” For her cellphone? “Um, T-Mobile?” Emily wasn’t sure if that was the answer she was looking for. “Perfect, same as mine.” Emily looked over to see Joyce press a small button on a speaker that likely contacted the driver through the divider. “Take us to the T-Mobile store first, please.” The car kicked into gear and they were on the move not a second later. Wait, did she say first? 7 - Errands “F-First? What do you mean, Joyce?” Emily couldn’t do much to snuff out the nervousness in her voice. It was already taking every fiber of her being just to make this one trek; to even consider something beyond that was impossible. And as a cruel coincidence, she happened to shuffle her legs as well, emitting the faintest crinkle noise just loud enough for her to pick up on. Joyce had finished raising the divider between them and the driver, valuing the time and privacy she could have with Emily. Nevertheless, she could almost feel the unease radiating from the poor girl. Part of Joyce hated herself for doing this, but unfortunately, this would have to happen at some point or later. Yes, she probably would have adjusted easier if they had a bit more practice at home, but doing this even sooner would help dispel those fears. “Here,” Joyce unbuckled herself from her seat and slid across the leather seats to the trembling Emily. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders and waist, she gave Emily a comforting hug. “Let’s regroup for a moment. I know it’s scary, and you have every right to feel this way because it’s the first time.” “Please Joyce...I think I want to go back…” Emily did need a new phone, but not if the circumstances were this dire. Even she knew her fears were probably getting the best of her, but there was no way she’d willingly put her pride on the line to test that. Emily returned her embrace as her head fell into the space between Joyce’s neck and shoulder. “And that is why we’re doing this. Because after we do it once, you’ll see it’s not so scary after all. After the first time comes the second...then the third...and fourth...and by then, you’ll be as oblivious to what you’re wearing underneath like everyone else around you.” Her words seemed to be having some effect on Emily, but her intuition could still sense her unease. “There was this one time when my parents took me and my brother to a waterpark back in California when we were just kids,” Joyce ran her hand up and down Emily’s shoulder. “And I hated heights with an everloving passion; especially if it was a waterslide. I can’t even remember why we went there in the first place anyways…” Joyce honestly pondered the thought for a small moment. “Regardless,” getting back on track, “there was this one slide I refused to go on. It was the tallest ride in the entire park, and believe me, it was taller than you could ever imagine. There was no convincing me to go down that thing, and it already felt like my heart was going to stop just from looking at that monster.” She tried to rock Emily a little bit. “But little did I know, my feelings would come to change that day; for the slide, at least. My dad somehow convinced me that if I went on that slide right then and there he’d get me some new outfit I wanted. Motivated by greed,” She couldn’t help but laugh at how selfish she sounded. “I got in line for the slide, and the string of people that wrapped around and up the stairs was getting shorter and shorter. I honestly thought I was going to die before I even got to the stairs!” Joyce let out a snicker. “But sure enough, I didn’t die; which I probably thought would have been a better end than dying from the waterslide...But with no turning back, I had to sit down on the slide and get moving. It was like when the rollercoaster slowly climbs to the top of a big drop, with the suspense as the water was carrying me into the dark tube...It all happened so fast, and as I picked up speed, and I twisted and turned,” She started making wavy gestures with her hands. “I was screaming for maybe like a solid five seconds! But after that, after I had reached top speed and could see everything moving a mile a minute, I was excited. What scared me so much at first became probably the funnest thing I had ever done, funnily enough. But what my point is,” Joyce pulled Emily back a bit to meet her eye to eye. “Is that once you overcome your fears, you see the same exact things in a whole new light. To this day, I love going on waterslides now, even though I haven’t been to one in nearly two decades…” She started to dwell on the smaller bits again. “But what I’m trying to tell you though, is that once you get over your fears from this, you might discover something about yourself you never even thought was possible. We had fun together at home, didn’t we?” Breaking from her motherly gaze, Emily nodded with an odd blush as she shuffled her legs. She did have fun, but that was different from being in the public eye; being in an overwhelmingly vulnerable position. She was convinced by the pleasure of being in someone else’s absolute care, but taking it to a public place put it on an entirely new level she was uncertain of. “And what’s to stop us from having fun today? Don’t even think about yourself wearing a diaper in public. Believe it or not, people do it all the time, and no one notices. I know this is supposed to be mommy and her little girl, but if it helps, just think of it as us running errands; Emily and Joyce going out together to do some things.” Joyce was aware she might be hurting the atmosphere she’d worked to create this morning, but it was much more important to get Emily in the water before she even thought about turning up the heat. Yes, this is a big change for her, but they’d need to start small before beginning to move by leaps and bounds. It once again felt wrong to rely on someone else so heavily as an adult, but this was something Joyce wanted and it was a form of comfort Emily wasn’t going to refuse at a time like this. “Are you being serious when you say no one can see it?” Of course, she knew Joyce would likely never lie to her about something like this. “Emily, you should know better by now,” Joyce pulled her back in for one last quick hug. “I will NEVER put you at risk. You’re simply too precious to even try!” She released her grasp from the smothered girl, who was unable to hide a telling smile. “Only you will think it’s visible, and the only people who will know are you and me, especially because I’m the one that taped you in one!” The remark sparked smiles from both of them. And even if someone did find out, they’d have to have only half a brain to actually say something about it; lest they face Joyce’s rath for even trying to cause harm to her little girl...But it shouldn’t even come to that, as Emily was only her baby girl in name. No one would be the wiser if they saw her in a regular medical diaper; they’d probably think she needs them. To Joyce, this was a healthy rationalization, but she wouldn’t bring it up to Emily. If that’d happen it would mean her cover being blown, and she’d already alarmed her enough. “And in the midst of our little chit-chat, it would seem we have arrived at our destination!” Emily’s soak in the loving atmosphere was disrupted as the side door opened; the cool breeze of reality striking her warm cheeks. Quickly remembering her fears, however, her heart started a jog as she could already see groups of people walking about from inside the car. “Emmy-hon,” Joyce called to her attention with an outstretched hand. “Trust me?” Emily returned the gesture and clasped her palm, stepping out of the car. Sure enough, the city was like it was most of the time; cold. Even while she wore a long-sleeve, it wasn’t much for the piercing chill. And with her thoughts in tune with her body language, Joyce already started to slip one of the jackets she brought on her. “Sorry, I knew I should have probably put you in a thicker material...Better now?” Not bothering to consider if she were stepping over the line as far as public concern goes, Joyce finished the job with an audible zip from top to bottom. “Um…” It still wasn’t easy openly appreciating these sorts of things. “Yeah, thanks.” “Now let’s get moving. I don’t want to be out in the cold so much either…” Joyce took her by the hand and led her down the sidewalk and into the considerably warmer store. Emily could feel the thicker underwear make her initial steps a little awkward at first, but it was nothing she couldn’t adapt to. However, the fleeting thought of someone catching her in diapers never seemed to leave her mind, and the thought was terrifying. Thankfully, Joyce was here to prevent that from happening. Phone displays lined across flat tables, and advertisements decorated the walls; plenty of people were inside for likely the same reason as them. The floor inside was carpeted; if you could even call it that though. In comparison to the carpets at Joyce’s place they were certainly a far cry. They may as well have coated the ground in concrete and called it a day. Industrial carpeting was the worst, and it only made Emily think of home. “See?” Joyce lowered her voice to a more personal level. “You’re out in public right now? No one is the wiser, Emily.” While she didn’t like the thought being refreshed in her mind, Joyce was right; even if she had baseless doubts. “So?” Joyce looked at Emily expectantly, who didn’t seem to pick up on what she was alluding towards. “So...what?” Emily replied with a puzzled look. “Well, why do you think we’re here?” Joyce smirked, watching her face to see when it clicked. “What phone are we getting you?” Right. Even Emily had to admit was a little bit silly for not realizing that, but in her defense, it felt far too casual to just up and get a brand new phone. Getting something “new” happened maybe once or twice a year and a fair deal of research beforehand; not one day after the next. Emily walked over to one of the empty tables, unintentionally looking over the latest set of smartphones. “Jeez, why do these things jump in price so much every year?” She quietly muttered as she looked them over. She glanced at the price of a new Samsung phone, but apparently it was some kind of sale, because all she could see were two familiar fingers covering the space. She followed the hand and arm they were connected to, ending the search at the face of Joyce, who was playfully smiling. “Joyce…” Emily slightly groaned, already knowing what she was getting at. But even still, this felt like she was going too far. “Ah-ah! I’ll have none of it. As I remember, I’m the one who holds the purse strings. And besides…” Joyce leaned in close to Emily’s ear with a whisper. “Don’t you remember what mommy said before we left the house? My little girl need only ask for anything she wants. A-ny-thing!” On cue, Emily suddenly found her emotions were much too frazzled to keep still. She knew Joyce wasn’t kidding, even though she felt terrible for taking advantage of an opportunity like this. But Joyce didn’t see it that way, and that was the toughest part for Emily to stomach. “Emmy, I like to kid, but I’m not lying. I don’t want you looking at any price tags. You need only ask and so it shall be. Don’t hold back and get what you like the most.” After learning from past experiences to choose her battles wisely, Emily conceded early on this time, turning back to the displays. She only spent about ten minutes dwelling over a final decision; nothing here was exactly a downgrade. Despite what Joyce had told her, there was still no way she’d be picking out the most expensive thing; even if she was to be spoiled. But she also knew that Joyce would call her out on her own stinginess, so she settled on the second runner up from the latest line. And to be fair, almost anything on this table would beat her now broken smartphone; be it in almost every regard. “I’ll get this one then.” Emily pointed out the device to Joyce. She looked at her for confirmation, seeing her raised brow, likely deducing that Emily wasn’t being completely honest with herself. “Okay, then we’ll get that one.” Joyce didn’t pry on her this time, trying in her own way to understand Emily’s feelings. Maybe it was good she was showing restraint? Still, Joyce would hope that at some point she could do away with being so reluctant. “Let’s go up to the counter so we can get your SIM card switched onto your new phone.” The pair walked up to the service desk at the other end of the store where another customer was already in front of them, much to Emily’s dismay. Waiting was usually never an issue for the girl, but given the circumstances with what she was wearing, it was hard for her heart not to beat out of her chest in anticipation; each and every moment in the limelight being another opportunity to be exposed. Whenever she made the slightest shift in her posture, Emily could hear the faintest crinkle, with constant fear wondering which one would be her last. “Home stretch, kiddo.” Joyce comforted, being the one who was consistently pulling Emily out of her pit of despair. “These sorts of things always take forever, you know what I mean?” “Mm.” Emily somewhat mumbled as she was near completely focused on the task at hand. “Don’t worry, the less you think about the clock, the faster time flies by. Keep your mind on getting back to the nice and warm car. It’s a bit too cold out here for my tastes, and I’m sure that goes for you too.” Joyce laughed. It would be a lie if Emily said she wasn’t looking forward to getting back in the car. Most certainly it would be warmer than in this store, but there she’d be able to relish in her privacy--pseudo privacy--taking Joyce into account. But she was...an exception. As reassurance to herself, Emily pulled the hem of her pants up every now and then, wondering when the person in front of them would finally be finished. The bulk around her legs made her feel completely and totally out of her element. There was certainly a truth to Joyce’s earlier statement; stuff like this seemed to take forever...Finally though, the man had been dealt with and he was on his way, leading Emily and Joyce to the front of the line. “Hi, how can I help you guys today?” The worker chirped from behind the desk. “Hi, my friend’s phone here broke recently, and we’re looking to get her a new one and hopefully her SIM card switched over?” Joyce started, taking charge of the conversation without skipping a beat. “Okay, that shouldn’t be an issue. What phone are you looking to get?” He asked without expecting a reply from either one in particular. A moment of silence passed by for a second, until Emily who was taking a backseat realized Joyce was tagging her in. Trying not to blush over her lack of social awareness, Emily was quick to say, “Oh! Uh, a Samsung Galaxy S…” the number seemed to have left her head as she was put on the spot so suddenly. “A...uhm, sorry I uh-” “I think it was the eight, wasn’t it?” Joyce jumped in to her rescue. “Ah, right that was the one. Sorry, I forgot…” Emily somewhat trailed off. Suddenly thinking to herself that it was the seven she intended to get, and she’d just created the perfect opportunity for Joyce to further spoil the hesitant girl. And feeling like a child enough already, Emily couldn’t find the courage to rebuttal, finding it easier to simply give in; some part inside of her busy, tingling over the fact that Joyce was taking charge. “Awesome! If you can just put the old phone on the counter I can just pull up your account…” The man started to explain as he typed away on a computer. “Just to verify, could I get your first and last name, a birthdate, and your phone number?” Tuned in on the conversation this time, Emily provided all the information in an orderly fashion, still chastising herself over her blunder not a few moments earlier. He probably thought she had a loose screw, or something. There’d be no question in his mind after he saw what she was wearing underneath... “Yep, everything checks out and I’ve got you pulled up right here. By switching the SIM card you can keep your texts and contacts, but for your photos we’d need the damaged phone to be able to turn on if we were to do it today. Can you still get it on?” “Ah, no. It doesn’t. But that’s fine though, really. I don’t need anything else other than my contacts and texts.” While there were some photos on her old phone, it’s not like any of them were of any importance. Anything that was would be in virtual storage so that something like this couldn’t jeopardize them. “Okay, and how do you plan on paying for the phone? There’s a few different plans we could put you on to pay for the phone at a reduced price? If I could-” “Actually,” Joyce politely interrupted, “We’ll be paying for the whole thing upfront.” “That works too,” He seemed to pay no mind about his sales pitch being shot down. “Let me just head to the back and grab your new phone.” Leaving the front to his coworker, the man disappeared through a doorway further back while Emily and Joyce were left to wait. “I thought I said the seven?” Emily said with a tinge of complaint in her voice, stressing over the few hundreds Joyce just added to the bill. “Seven? Eight? What’s the difference?” Wouldn’t that logic work both ways? “Besides, when you’re given the opportunity to get a new toy, I expect you to get a good one sweetie.” The latter half of her statement came off only in earshot, reminding Emily of that ticklish feeling she got; being looked down on with such a loving gaze. Emily didn’t challenge her remark after that, as the man who had been helping them returned soon after with a white handheld box. “Here it is,” he smiled as he typed something quickly on the computer. “Before I can do the transfer though you need to actually buy the phone first, so will that be with cash or a card?” “Card.” The motherly one of the two already had a black card ready, redepositing it into her bag after a quick swipe. Without a hitch the payment went through, and the man was already using a blade on his keyring to slice the thin layer of plastic encasing the expensive piece of technology. “Now if I could just see the other phone please?” Clearly well-versed in this type of thing, he already had the new phone unwrapped and its SIM card slot popped open. Joyce pulled out Emily’s damaged phone which she hadn’t since that fateful night, eyeing its cracked and lifeless screen. The reflective face had clearly lost some of itself at some point, and one of the corners looked a little bit worse for wear too. The worker popped it open, retrieving the tiny chip as he slipped it into the new phone and was already powering it up. After about ten minutes of setup, he placed the phone on the counter towards the two, almost as if he were unsure of who to hand it to… “You should be good to go. Your contacts and texts are on there and your number will work with that phone. Is there anything else I can do for you today?” “No thank you, that should be everything.” Emily picked up the phone for a moment, looking it over in all its new glory. She forgot what it was like to have a new phone...granted, the idea of “new” was starting to lose its novelty the more she stuck around Joyce, as she was consistently showered in gifts. “Then have a good day and enjoy the new phone!” He happily bid them off as the two walked out of the store. Sure enough, Charles, as Emily remembered, was waiting in the parked car as they had left it next to a running meter. Joyce pulled open the door for Emily as she slipped in, Joyce following suit, shutting the door behind her. The two were once more enveloped in an atmosphere of warmth. “Brrrr! Ah! So much better in here, don’t you think?” Joyce gave Emily’s further shoulder a rub as they soaked in the heated car. “Yeah…” Was all Emily said as she laid back and was relieved to have been returned to her oasis, once again hidden from the public eye and safe. “But see what I mean?” “See what?” “You, silly! You did just fine in there! My brave little girl! I’ll have to do something special for you for being so good in there.” Joyce’s brain was already turning gears, as Emily sat in disbelief; trying to process how a near-thousand dollar phone didn’t constitute a treat enough already. “What did I tell you though; no one found out, right?” Emily couldn’t deny this, but it’s not like it made the sidewalks feel much safer to roam. “No...no one did.” She admitted. “And I know it was this time, but it’ll be even less scary the next.” For her own sake, Emily hoped this was true, and the less thought she put into it it would likely be the better. “So can we go home now?” Emily pleaded as she looked towards Joyce with hopeful eyes. Sure, she was proud over her feat; going to the store, but that trip in itself already felt exhausting. Despite this, Emily’s stare was returned with a sad smile on Joyce’s face. “Oh honey…” it pained Joyce to do this to her little girl, but with another important errand having to be run and more valuable experience for Emily, they couldn’t turn around just yet. “There’s more?” She sounded almost as if her puppy died; already dreading what was to come. And admittedly, she felt foolish for only remembering now that Joyce already told her earlier. “We have to make one more stop before we can call it quits today, then we can go home and relax. I promise.” What else could they have to do? Not that Emily wanted to be a wrench in Joyce’s plans, but for her first time outside doing something like this, it was already taxing enough. “Okay…” Emily conceded as the car already kicked into motion, seeming to already know where they were already headed next. “Then can I at least stay in the car while you do what you need to do?” “And leave my baby girl all by herself?” Joyce felt bad for denying her this as well. “Sorry, but I need to keep you close by at all times. That’d be irresponsible of mommy after all.” Emily’s coming reply quickly melted at the mention of the word “mommy,” as it seemed to be her kryptonite; creating a mix of feelings within her that made her puddy in Joyce’s hands. And apparently Charles wasn’t a factor in the equation, as his hands were probably tied up enough watching the car, Emily reasoned. But she knew she herself was a grown adult, and this just fell under their roleplay. Yet, deep down...Emily couldn’t help but feel like a kid in this moment... “Besides, this other important errand still very much involves you sweetie.” Joyce chuckled as she checked her phone for a brief moment. It did? Suddenly, a new stir of emotions erupted within Emily, as she only grew more anxious over what else possibly needed to be done. And didn’t she say it was for Joyce and not her? “Don’t put so much thought into it silly,” Joyce slid Emily across the seats and into her side. “Do me a favor and try to get some of your energy back while we drive there, okay?” A faint feeling a happiness to oblige, Emily ignored the use of a seatbelt as Joyce positioned her head to fall on her lap, gently stroking her hair. Travelling through the city streets shouldn’t pose a problem as they never reached a dangerous speed; near bumper to bumper traffic at times like these. Combined with that and the distance to drive, the two would have a little downtime to bond before they’d make it to Joyce’s seamstress. “Try and sleep a little for me. I know I may have woken you up a tad bit early today, so use this time to make up for that.” In a faint and soft voice, Joyce began her melodic hum that Emily was almost like a recurring hypnosis. In this moment, her adult self seemed to shed away as the sound of music stripped her bare and left only a tiny piece of her behind; the smaller side of her that was everything which Joyce embraced. While Emily quickly dozed off, Joyce grabbed the phone lying on the leather seat and slipped it into her bag for safe keeping; soaking in the moment herself as Joyce only grew evermore ecstatic over the moment she now shared with Emily. What they had was something special and likely becoming irreplaceable in Joyce’s heart, wishing for this moment to last forever. “Wakey wakey, honey.” Joyce cooed down towards Emily, who had done her job well, managing to sleep the entire ride. “You’re like a little cat, aren’t you?” She joked. “I always seem to catch you sleeping…” Joyce stared at her for a few moments, as Emily was still trying to fully wake up and collect herself. “Morning…” Was all Emily could say as she rubbed her eyes, seeing part of Joyce’s face above her just past her bosom; the sun emerging from the clouds. Emily could feel a slight tinge in her bladder, but she was too tired to really think anything of it. “Can you sit up for me?” Joyce asked while she already started to guide Emily back up on her feet. “Let’s head inside and get done what we need to do, okay?” Still few for words, Emily nodded as they hopped out of the car with her jacket back on, the sudden chill being a wakeup call to her recently finished nap. “So where are we?” She found it in herself to speak again, looking at the store in front of them. Certainly an extravagant-looking type of place, its exterior was decorated in carved wood and brick. as two large display windows showed off a few decorated mannequins. The way the front was designed almost made it look like a well-kept colonial era exterior. “We’re here to see my seamstress.” Joyce said as she walked up the couple cement steps to the door and pulled it open for Emily. “Well, our seamstress now, I suppose.” She smiled. “But I already have clothes you know? Back at my ex’s apartment.” She’d almost forgotten about her old life before she met Joyce. She didn’t need Joyce spending even more money on her over something she already had; something she should go and get. “A girl’s wardrobe never stops expanding, you know?” Joyce poked as they walked across the polished floor. The store had an awfully Victorian theme to its interior. A few couches made of dark red fabric proudly stood on the other side of the dividing wall in the entrance, pointed towards a stained wooden coffee table as the walls were decorated in wooden accents with dark green to fill in the gaps. Almost an entire wall was occupied by stored rolls of fabric, cloth, and other materials. While the store gave Emily vibes of an outdated setting, the place couldn’t help but feel new and well-kept at the same time. “Amy? Hello?” Joyce called out to the quiet shop as they approached the unmanned wooden desk. On top of it was a lone call bell which she pressed down on, waiting to be serviced. Only a few moments went by until someone emerged from the room behind the desk, as a woman approached the two. “Joyce! Back so soon?” Amy leaned over the counter to give her friend a hug. “Good to see you Amy! I was hoping I could arrange a special order?” “Bien sûr my friend!” Amy laughed as she turned her gaze over to Emily. While she eyed the girl, Emily did the same to her. Her black hair tied back in a bun, and she adjusted her rimmed glasses as she asked, “And who might this be? In all the years we’ve done business together Joyce I haven’t known you to be so social…” Her eyes were almost like a playful predator; inspecting its next meal. “This is Emily,” Joyce introduced. “She was the one I had you make adjustments for last week? “Well now that I can see her in the flesh, I suppose she matches the estimates you gave me the first time around. But if we’re to do things properly I’ll need to take a closer look this time around. Where are my manners though? A pleasure to meet you, Emily.” Amy outstretched her hand and Emily politely returned the shake. “Let me take you two into the back. We can get more comfy in there. I never really do much business out here, would you believe.” Amy lifted a panel on the side of her desk, allowing the pair to walk behind and follow her into the room she came out of. The room was a bit more spacious and carpeted as they walked in. A light fixture hung from the high ceiling, as there was another set of couches and table in the corner of the room. Next to that was almost a pedestal raised off the ground, 180 degrees of it being exposed to mirrors; visible from as many angles as possible. There was a set of stairs leading upstairs, but Amy sat them down on the couches. “Can I interest either of you in some coffee before we get started?” She offered while they slipped off their jackets. “Sure, I could go for some. I’m sure Emily could too.” Joyce answered for them. “Ah, yeah, thanks.” Emily awkwardly chimed in. For some baseless reason she felt it were almost better not to say anything. “Emily, how do you take yours?” Amy asked. She took down the information, then walked up the stairs, leaving the two in the company of themselves. “This store reminds me of…” Emily was trying to find the word. “An antique?” Joyce offered, having known what it was like once trying to describe this place. “Kinda, I suppose.” She still didn’t know if that entirely captured the atmosphere. “I like it though,” Joyce said, looking the room over. “It feels very homey, I guess. Comfortable at the very least.” Emily nodded in agreeance. It actually made her think of that one painting; the room with all of the dogs playing poker. It was a silly comparison, but she had no other immediate thing to draw it to. Suddenly, Emily felt another pang in her bladder, knowing that nature was calling. It wasn’t pressing, but it would be soon enough. “Uhm, Joyce?” Emily asked. “What is it hon?” “I...need to use the ba-” “Sorry for the wait!” Amy interrupted as she returned with a platter of steaming mugs. “Ah…” Joyce turned to Amy then back at Emily for a second who had just been cut off, yet the look on her face said she didn’t feel like saying it anymore. Not with the extra company. “Thank you.” Joyce said as she was handed her cup and then Emily hers. Between mostly Amy and Joyce, the two engaged in small talk while they drank, Emily occasionally jumping in, but mostly taking a backseat to their already well-developed chemistry. And while they talked, Emily suddenly became conflicted over what she said before Amy came back. What was she going to have done whether she told Joyce she needed to use the bathroom or not? She was wearing a...diaper, and was now having second thoughts about if Joyce’s knowing could be any help to her or not. Was she even allowed to take it off? She wanted to go and use the toilet, but that would mean having nothing to wear underneath, probably. She figured the tapes were a one-time policy. Joyce likely didn’t bring any extra changes with her, expecting her to never actually use the damn thing...Or was that was she wanted? Emily wasn’t sure whether to trust in herself or in Joyce, and the thought of displeasing the woman she was already so indebted to was terrifying. Not because of the potential anger, but the slightest disappointment she might feel. After everything, she only wanted to make Joyce happy, and was stunned at how the feeling was mutual. That being said, it was still impossibly difficult to do; to defy second nature. “Are we ready to get down to business then?” Amy set down her mostly finished mug, grabbing a small kit from her computer desk in the corner. “Let’s start with your numbers so I can get them down in my book, please.” Emily stood up from the couch and walked to the center of the room where Amy waited with her tape measure. “Could you slip off your shoes for me, please? Makes for a better reading on your height.” Amy chuckled as Emily quickly slipped them off, feeling stupid for not having realized herself. “And no need to take anything else off. Your clothes seem to be tight-fitting enough to get the gist of it...A small margin of error, if need be.” Emily couldn’t help but feel off at that last remark; doing her best to chalk it up as more senseless fear. While it did feel extremely uncomfortable to have someone so close with such a dark secret taped around her waist, she could only hope she was in safe hands. “That should do it. Easy part’s over.” Amy rolled her measuring tape after getting the last measurement on her waist, writing the numbers down in her notebook. “Now let’s really get down to brass tax,” Amy sat down and pulled out a large sketchbook. “What do we have in mind?” She looked at Emily expectantly. “Er, actually I uh-” “I’ll be the one submitting the order.” Joyce filled in for Emily. “Oh? She won’t be deciding?” Amy raised a brow. “Call it a...surprise.” Joyce said, trying to find the best words for it. “Actually, I was hoping we could have Emily wait somewhere to give us a bit more privacy?” She felt bad for dismissing Emily like this, but knew it would be in their best interests to do it this way. “I wouldn’t mind if she stayed upstairs...?” Amy found the situation a bit strange herself, but maintained her all-business composure. “You wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, would you Emmy?” Joyce asked Emily with a look of confirmation; the kind that already knew what the answer would be. Hearing her pet name made Emily gush a little bit, politely nodding as she stood up. “Make yourself at home upstairs. A friend of Joyce’s is a friend of mine.” Amy smiled as Emily walked over to the stairs. “I’ll come get you once we’re done.” Joyce gave her loving smile; enough to confidently send Emily off. Nodding in reply, she walked up the stairs and opened a wooden door into an apartment. From first looks, it was in much contrast to what was below. Rather than the Victorian theme she was going for downstairs, Amy’s home was a much more industrial and modern looking type of decor. Though the store was empty downstairs, clearly the woman did well for herself like Joyce, as her white couch splayed across the hardwood floor, parallel to a mounted tv. While not as big of a home as Joyce’s, she worked with what she had as it was an open-concept type, being able to see from the kitchen to the living room. Curiously, Emily ran her hand across the exposed brick, marveling at the lights suspended from thick, dark, wooden beams. Sitting on the couch, Emily picked up the nearby remote and turned the tv on. Coming to life with a higher volume than expected, she quickly lowered it in a small panic, lest she disturbs Joyce and Amy’s business downstairs. Speaking of which, the curiosity seemed to be getting to her. While Joyce was likely having regular outfits be made for her, she never said why or what they’d be. She did know that she had clothes, right? Just that they weren’t on her at the moment...She would have to go and get them soon; or have a friend do it. Without any shoes on, she lounged out on the couch and quietly entertained herself, almost feeling as if she were at Joyce’s place. Eyes focused on the moving pictures, Emily didn’t pay much mind to the sudden movement she felt on the far end of the couch. Only until after a near minute did something compel her to look in the direction of whatever moved. Standing still as the two met eyes, she stared back into the gaze of a gray black-nosed cat, the fur on its paws that of charcoal as well; its tail only making a slight movement. Amy has a cat? She didn’t remember hearing anything about one...not that she totally expected to, since she was more or less a stranger to her. As the two blankly eyed each other, Emily awkwardly gave some nod of confirmation, as if to try and communicate without scaring the tiny creature off. Trying not to move a muscle for some reason, Emily watched as the cat crept its way closer to her, eventually getting as far as stepping over her legs, until they were about a foot from each other's faces, close enough to touch the cat’s whiskers. “Uhh...hi there?” The cat slightly recoiled at the sudden reaction, taking a step back so to flee at a moment’s notice. But with another pause, it came back towards Emily yet slightly closer this time. The cat’s nose twitched as it smelled Emily. After slightly more inspection, it seemed to scout the immediate area for a moment, then planted itself against her stomach. “O...kay?” Emily quietly accepted the situation; unsure what to make of what was happening. Looking back to the tv and trying to adjust to her unexpected company, she calmly petted the silent creature as it let out a low purr with each and every stroke. Some time went by as the newly acquainted friends enjoyed their current positions, able to unwind and simply disconnect. Eyeing the nearby clock, Emily was wondering when they would be done. Not that she was completely bored, but she would like to get going soon. Her train of thought was interrupted though by a stronger pressure in her bladder, something this time she wouldn’t be able to ignore. “Damn…” Emily bit her bottom lip as she knew what was to come. Hesitantly, Emily politely excused herself from the couch without trying to disrupt her tiny friend, as she walked nearby the kitchen to search for a toilet. Turning around, she could see the cat had left its spot to follow her in tow; willing to give chase. The more she moved, the more she realized how badly she needed to pee. Having coffee probably wasn’t such a good idea after all...but maybe it was because Joyce was planning for something like this…? The lines were often so blurred, Emily never knew what was calculated or simple coincidence around Joyce. Soon her efforts paid off as she found the porcelain throne she was looking for, turning the light on and shutting out the cat for some privacy. She lifted the toilet seat and turned to sit her bottom down on it, only realizing her complete foolishness when her fingers made contact with the waistband of her diaper. Freezing in place, mid squat, it became apparent how her entire plan came crashing down as her biggest oversight was that she was already wearing her bathroom. “Come on…!” Her voice started to whine as she pulled the front band of her pants forward to get a good look at what she was confined in. “Please Joyce...don’t make me…!” Emily could feel herself on the verge of tears knowing what the inevitable would be. Almost every part of her wanted to rip the damn thing off and use the toilet like a normal person, yet that would mean she disobey Joyce, and she wanted to do anything she could to keep her happy. At a crossroads, Emily was faced with the decision to either reaffirm her bond with Joyce, and wet herself in somebody else’s home, or to give in to her adult desires and escape infancy; escape Joyce. The uncertainty was crippling as she didn’t know what to do, and time was running out; fast. “Joyce…” Was all she could moan. Amy and Joyce both looked towards the stairs Emily just finished walking up, and they both heard the click from the door both opening and closing. “So how did you find yourself a thing as cute as her?” Amy asked, taking a sip from her drink. “It’s a bit interesting how we met, I suppose. Not your usual circumstances…” Joyce pondered the thought while she finished off her coffee as well. “But...she’s nice. She’s a good,” Joyce paused for the slightest moment. “Friend.” suddenly finding the right word. Amy couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the subtle misstep in her speech, but let it go for now. “I’d love to know more about her later. She didn’t seem very social when she was down here?” “Oh please, try and be in her shoes, won’t you? She’s still getting used to being with me, and I just introduced her to you today. Something like that can be intimidating for her; for anyone.” Joyce let the words flow so casually with her relaxed guard, she didn’t put too much thought into her choice of words around Amy, whose interest was only becoming more piqued by the second. “Getting used to you?” Amy laughed, “And you almost speak about her like she’s a kid? Reel back the maternal instinct my friend!” Amy laughed some more, and quickly stopped herself once she could see from one friend to another Joyce suddenly tensed a bit. “Oh?” Amy curiously popped the bubble of silence in the room. “I’m here for business, can we please get down to it?” Joyce seemed a bit more focused now, trying to make it clear she was ready to move things along. “Of course, Joyce. And as you know we’re strictly about confidentiality here, for all intents and purposes.” She stressed a bit on the “all,” hoping to regain some of her trust again. “Now I need to know, what are we looking to get done today? I’ll need you to at least tell me that.” Joyce looked at Amy as if she were debating something in her mind; whether to speak or not. “Amy, as both your friend and client, I need you to know how important it is something like this doesn’t get out.” “And like I already said, what goes on between me and my clients are behind closed doors. Be it for business, socializing, intimacy...or maybe something that falls into a more miscellaneous category. But for that to happen, I need you to trust me. I’d like to think we’re good friends, don’t you?” Joyce let out a deep sigh, as she finally found her resolve to come forward. “Emily...and I have something special.” Joyce chose her words carefully. “What she’s doing for me is something so...genuine, that money could never hope to buy it; it’s priceless.” Amy sat quietly listening on. “And for that reason I want to help deepen our bond by making the time we spend together more special…” Even she knew she was dancing around the real words she wanted to get to. “Are you two practicing something together that’s a bit more...off the deep end?” “What? No! Why would you even…?” Joyce suddenly retorted as she realized her own outburst. It felt like Amy was suggesting some sexual kink they had for each other, and it almost felt insulting to have something as pure as they did be branded in such a fashion. Not that kinks were bad, just that Joyce would never want something like this to be misunderstood. “I care for Emily...like one of my own. And she’s been willing to let me,” She took a brief pause. “Indulge, myself, in taking care of her. But I want to take it even further, and make it even more real and genuine; for the both of us.” Joyce kneaded her hands as she found the courage to get the point across. “I would have never come to you for something like this if I couldn’t have trusted you, you know.” “I understand.” Amy smiled as she got the gist of what Joyce was trying to say. She’d never seen one of her longtime clients be so flustered like this before, and to make a request of this kind. She never figured Joyce to be the type...Though, no book can ever truly be judged by its cover. Case and point a few other clients she had in mind… “Okay. But if you’ll allow me to, I just want to confirm the kind of clothes were looking to make for her here.” Joyce nodded. “We’re looking to start a more ‘infantile’ wardrobe for Emily?” Joyce almost thought not to, a small voice from inside trying to hide such crucial information, but nodded once more, feeling easier with each moment the secret lay out in the open. “And I would imagine we need to keep in mind that she won’t be wearing traditional underwear underneath? If you understand what I’m getting at?” Even more reluctantly, Joyce nodded her head again. “Okay…” Amy jotted down a few notes in a notebook. “And just so I can keep her measurements as accurate as possible, she was wearing a diaper earlier when I took down her numbers, correct? They come to be a bit thicker than normal panties, so it’d help if I knew whether or not to take off an inch.” This seemed to be a tougher pill to swallow for Joyce. While it was one thing to speak about their relationship, it still felt like an even greater disservice to throw Emily under the bus like that. Without a response, Amy said blankly “I’ll take that as a yes then. It’s my job as a seamstress to pick up on these kinds of things, you know. Besides, I think she smells wonderful anyways.” Amy alluded to the powdery scent from Emily’s nether regions, which Joyce felt a slight jab from the remark. She tried to take it in stride though, knowing there was no malice. “But Joyce,” Amy set down her pen and clasped her friend’s hands. “I want to say this one last time so we can be on the same page: I need you to trust in me so we can make this the most fulfilling experience possible. If not for me, think about Emily. You’d want her to look her best, right? Be honest with me like you always have been, and with my pride as a seamstress on the line, let’s make Emily look adorable, okay?” Feeling better with this in mind, Joyce’s internal conflict was washed over by a small smile, finally able to focus on the task at hand once more. “So what are we looking to design for her exactly?” Amy asked. “I was hoping to get a brief wardrobe...for starters.” Joyce spoke with a bit more ease. “Alright, so some outfits for the day, and sleepwear for the night? We’ll keep it basic for now.” “I want her to have outfits she can wear around the house and some pajamas. Nothing for outside.” “Are you sure? I understand keeping her out of the public eye, but with you and your connections, I’m sure it’d be more than possible to pull a few strings to get her some privacy outside...” “Maybe, but I don’t want to force something like that onto her...not for a bit, at least.” The thought of how Emily could and would progress admittedly excited Joyce. “Mhm…” Amy nodded her head as she looked down at her growing list of notes. “How about a few onesies then? I’m sure those could work for her.” Joyce agreed, jumping at the sound of her suggestion; at least Amy had the bravery to speak them. “Definitely. That would be perfect.” “And how do you want the flap to work? We could do snaps or buttons, on the front, back or bottom?” “The back will work.” Joyce said, already with a vague image in mind. She knew it wasn’t as conventional, but she figured it’d be best to keep the buttons out of Emily’s line of sight for a better effect. “And do you have any patterns or colors in mind?” Amy asked with her pen ready. “Stripes. Possibly a pink-themed one and a light-green version?” The two colors didn’t mix very well together, but come separately and they would both complement the girl quite nicely. “So I’ll draft up two onesies, and that should be enough of those to begin with, right? Is she like this every day?” “No, she isn’t. That should be enough there.” Joyce couldn’t help but say that last bit somewhat longingly, as her fantasies only let her speculate the unlikely. “Then let’s top it off with at least one more outfit; maybe something like a dress to move about in? A sundress?” Joyce nodded in agreeance, happy to know Amy was strangely onpoint with this sort of thing. It was just like this with her regular orders, only now under a different theme. “We can go for the general design, but what I can do for her is add in a support for her? Kind of like how a onesie will support her bottom, only that the dress will do the same thing. It’ll cover whatever she’s wearing underneath, but depending on what you put her in and how short the skirt of the dress is, I can’t promise anything about a bulge. “I understand, that should be fine.” Joyce kept reminding herself that she’d be the only one seeing Emily in her grand spectacle, which made the drafting process much more easy, and creative. “And speaking of skirt length, how long do you want it to be?” “Maybe a bit past the halfway point on her thighs. I don’t want it to get in the way too much. And I’ll leave the rest of the design up to you.” “Okay, then that should finish off her playwear. Now what about something to sleep in? Onesies work both ways for play and sleep, but I’d imagine you want something a bit more?” “Sleepers.” Joyce quickly said, already having it in mind. “That was fast,” Amy couldn’t help but grin over the response time. “I take it we’ll do a zipper design?” “Yes, a zipper should be fine. I want two sleepers, actually. One where she can reach the zipper on her own...and one where she can’t…” “Oh?” Amy was slightly curious about the variation, but knew it wasn’t her place to ask for details. “Not to punish her, of course. Just to…’help’ her be a little more dependent…” Joyce crossed her fingers, finding it a little difficult to be expressive about the topic again. “And do you want them to cover her feet or hands?” “No for both; it’d probably feel too restricting then.” “I’d have to agree with that,” Amy blankly added as she wrote some more information down. “She likes to get her shuteye a bit, almost like a cat.” Joyce openly laughed, stewing over all the moments she’d catch her sleeping. “In that case I might as well give her sleepers a hood with little cat ears.” Amy laughed as she was happy to see Joyce finally be much less tense about the subject. “Really? You could?” Unintentionally Amy realized she struck a chord with Joyce on that one, even though she wasn’t being completely serious. “Well, I guess there wouldn’t be a problem with it, if you want me to?” Joyce nodded again, failing a bit to hide the excitement and glimmer in her eyes. “I’ll make them detachable, if you or she doesn’t want them on. And with everything here, I’ll make sure they’re adaptable in all the right places to keep a good fit on her. How about we stop there so I can work with what we have, regroup, make any changes that need to be done, and move from there?” “Thank you, Amy! Really, I mean it.” “Happy to help both a customer and a friend.” The topic of business quickly derailed into more small talk about themselves and what kind of person Emily was like. Somewhat surprised at how Joyce could gush over someone like that, Amy was amused as she’d seen a totally new side to her friend. Sure, she’d always been upbeat, or at least normal, when they talked, but never had she been like...well, this. The sudden emotion, the passion in her expressions, words and actions seemed to carry a different sense of flare to them. Almost like she was inspired? Maybe that wasn’t the right word... Checking her watch though, Amy interrupted their talk as it had seemed to have gone on for long enough. “It’s always fun chatting with you, but I think we’ve kept Emily waiting long enough?” “You’re right, I want to get her home. She wasn’t exactly excited to come here after getting a new phone. It’s her first day out wearing a...you know, and I’m trying to build up her confidence to be a bit more outgoing with them.” And then Joyce suddenly remembered what Emily was trying to ask her about a while earlier; connecting the dots to realize maybe it was a bathroom she meant? Now with a mental note to check on a certain something when she saw Emily, the two walked up the stairs into Amy’s apartment, with the unattended tv playing and Amy’s cat sitting by the bathroom door. “Ashes? What are you doing sitting here?” It wasn’t like him to sit out in the open unless without a reason, and then both Amy and Joyce looked at the closed door in front of them. “Emily? You in there?” Joyce knocked. She could hear a sniffle from the other side of the door. “Mhm...just a second.” It wasn’t hard for Joyce to read the mood, taking an educated guess at what might’ve happened. “Everything alright? We’re gonna get going now.” The knob turned as the door opened and Emily emerged, the area around her eyes slightly red from what were likely tears. Ashes, Amy’s cat, seemed happy to be reunited with his friend as he rubbed against her leg with a purr. “I’ve never seen Ashes be so social with someone, especially on the first day!” Amy tried to lighten the mood as she made an honest remark. “He wasn’t even like that with Joyce until after a while.” “Maybe she’s already got my scent, then.” Joyce wrapped an arm around Emily’s shoulder. “Ready to go?” Emily mutely nodded, as they took the lead out of Amy’s house and back downstairs. “And you, can wait up here, mister.” Amy was careful not to let the cat out. As much as she was okay with letting him roam freely around the store, it’d be unbecoming of her professional attitude. “I’ll be getting back to you in a day or two on the details for you to give the no or go on,” She did her best to focus solely on Joyce, while Emily slipped her shoes and jacket back on. She wasn’t a mother, but given where the two found Emily, and after clarifying what she wore, only so much could be left to Amy’s imagination. “Sounds good to me. We’ll be heading home and finally be able to relax, and also get ready for the workday tomorrow.” Joyce sighed, considering how long of a week it’d be. “Anyways, enjoy the rest of your day Amy, and thank you again.” “Anytime Joyce, and Emily it was a pleasure!” Amy gave Emily a brief hug who had just joined the two. “It was nice meeting you too, Amy.” Emily said as she weakly returned the hug. Amy was a nice person, but she didn’t want to be too affectionate with anyone right now. “I look forward to seeing you again. And just know that Joyce thinks the world of you!” She exclaimed as she moved back to the stairs. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I’ll have you two see yourselves out. I can’t help but feel I’m bursting with inspiration for some reason!” She gave a smile that felt particularly directed at Joyce, and then she was quickly out of sight. “Ready to go home?” Joyce looked over at Emily, who with a sense of fatigue nodded her head. The two walked back into the main store from the back room and then around the desk, opening the entrance to see the car where it had been left, getting themselves inside. Charles already having been instructed beforehand, kicked the car into gear shortly after they shut the door. “I’m so proud of you,” Joyce spoke plainly; no syrup or sugar; nothing that may cause understanding. The lack of flavor to her words was refreshing in a way, because above all else it came off as a statement. Her words could not have been any more genuine than they were now. As she hugged Emily, she continued speaking. “It must’ve been tough, wasn’t it?” At the sound of her understanding, Emily could feel the sadness buried from what she’d done, resurface, only nodding her head, wet drops beginning to escape the corners of her eyes. “That’s alright. It gets easier, I promise. We’ll get you changed when we go home. Just try and relax for now…” Emily could feel a slight whimper, as her emotional dam was breaking now. “You know it’s okay to cry, right sweetie?” Joyce pulled her deeper in as she rubbed her arm. “Remember, it doesn’t matter how you feel; I’m here to take care of you. There’s no need to act tough around me. If you can’t have a good cry around me, then who else is supposed to comfort you?” Silently, Emily’s whimper turned into something a little more audible as she willingly buried herself into Joyce; arms wrapped tight. “You can stay like this for as long as you need to,” Her voice rung as softly as the words before. Emily was held by sanctuary and safety itself. “My special, little Emmy.”
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