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6 - Fuck Everything “Fuck you.” It felt good to say. For once she truly felt as if she’d gotten something off her chest, and oh did it feel good to see a look other than cool, relaxed and calm on Katherine’s face. She looked surprised, as if the impossible had just happened; innocence itself had just vomited profanity and taint right before her eyes. Then she furrowed her brows in the slightest. Hearing the words from Dawn, she looked somewhat bothered. “Wh...Where did you learn to say something so--” “Because I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time!” Dawn shouted again, cutting her off. Her brows were arched at a much more intense angle with her arms crossed. “I’m not some kid you can just push around! I want you to start listening to me!” Maybe Katherine didn’t deserve the brunt of everything Dawn was dishing out, but how could she not be the perfect catalyst for it? She symbolized everything Dawn had come to fear and hate about this place. She represented domination, oppression, enslavement, belittlement; the list could go on and on. But by at least taking out her anger on something, anything that came close to it, maybe she’d be able to snap something other than herself into two. Now with the ball in her court, Dawn could feel herself gaining a few metaphorical inches. “Now are you ready to talk?” Katherine looked speechless. The pause, the silence, it actually made Dawn hopeful. Did it work? Was this it? Katherine did seem stunned, though after a few movements from her lips did they start making noise. “...After everything we’ve done for you, you say such...such mean things?” She was still hung up on the outburst. Dawn’s hope had dwindled into nothing and only intensified her frown. The Amazon slightly shook her head. “It’s one thing to throw a tantrum, but there’s only so much I can let slide, Dawn. I’m not going to toler--” “I don’t car--!” Dawn was beginning to shout, but then, a much more powerful voice raised her voice back. “And you will not interrupt me.” She needn’t even stoop to Dawn’s level. The grave tone in her voice alone was enough to make the girl freeze, much less yelling the order. The very gravity of her voice had changed the atmosphere entirely. Katherine didn’t look to be all smiles anymore. Dawn wanted to shout back again, but...but...she was scared. “You have every right to be sad or mad; it’s okay if you want to scream or cry, but that is no excuse to take it out on me or James.” Just as she looked to be standing up, Dawn with a brief meep slid back on her bare bottom. The aura of the room had become chilled. The cushy and kind Katherine had become...well, exactly what Dawn was so afraid of. But, she wouldn’t do anything, right? She already said she wouldn’t touch her. So...so why did it rattle the girl so much? “B-But...” “We wait for our turn to talk.” Katherine said with a heavy-handed finality to her words. “It’s polite when we wait for others to finish speaking. I’ve given you plenty of time, so it’s only fair you do the same for me.” She stood there, waiting for something. Dawn, as if it were instinct, knew exactly what it was. Slowly, she nodded her head. Who was she even looking at anymore? “You need to wear a pull-up for two reasons. One, everyone is expected to wear underwear under their clothes because it’s the responsible and mature thing to do. And two, we’ve already discussed that this store doesn’t have panties. There’s only diapers and pull-ups. I thought you would have appreciated us getting the pull-ups instead of diapers, but apparently not...” She sighed a little. “But I do--!” Dawn was desperate for damage control. Reconsidering things, she did appreciate it, but how could she be blamed for wanting panties? Katherine gave her another stern look though. It wasn’t her turn to talk. “I tried to find you the best clothes that I could; ones that I thought looked nice. I’m sorry they weren’t exactly what you wanted, but you only need to wear them for a short while? Shouldn’t it not matter so much?” The question was rhetorical, but Dawn was still answering it internally. They weren’t the best, but they weren’t the worst either. Was she really blowing this all out of proportion? She couldn’t have! Everything that's happened so far has been so annoyingly unfair, it was impossible to not be aggravated over! “I wanted today to be fun for us, Dawn, but it can’t be if you’re going to fight me at every single turn! Especially when you’re going to say such mean things. You’ll probably disagree with me on this too, but I think you have what it takes to be a pretty good girl. Before that can start though, you need to understand how compromises work. We do not shout at others just so we can get what we want, and that especially goes double for using bad words.” It seemed as if she had been working through her own steam. Katherine’s expression had softened somewhat since the start of her rant. But the way she loomed over Dawn with such authority, it was crushing. “Do I make myself clear?” A slight whimper cracked the Amazon’s composure a little. “Wh-what would you know…?” Dawn wiped her eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but there was too much pressure not to. “It must be easy to push me around and tell me to fall in line, right?” her words were getting shaky. She could barely support a sentence, much less her own legs. “You don’t know what it’s like; constantly being tormented by a population of people at least three times your size!” She wasn’t lashing, she was venting, and the sobs proved that. “Do you know what today has been like for me, Katherine? I was trying to endure my last day in a universe one degree of diapers and pacifiers away from slavery! Do you know what it’s like to be whisked in the air, taken hold of by some complete stranger, then be told you’re now their property? Can you know what that’s like? Suddenly being told your life has no meaning, which is why someone else thinks it’s their right to take yours?” Her composure only worsened as the speech went on. Her nails dug into her arms as she lurched and wrenched her body. The despair was overflowing and she was thrashing desperately, doing anything she could to escape herself. “And then they take you... They take you from your group; the people you know, your only landline in a vast, expansive and terrifying world, and then they try to break you. Do you know what that’s like? Having your pants forcefully stripped, panties taken off and torn in two, then be forced into a fucking pull-up?” She was starting to raise her voice, but it all came out shaky and panicked. “To spend the majority of your life as an adult, but then have someone else turn you into a baby again? Decide you suddenly can’t have dreams or goals anymore, just because their idea of ‘proper’ involves you being a baby?!” “Dawn...” “All you can think of is how to escape,” her gaze slowly turned to her hands, grasping for the imaginary. “But...but that becomes so, so hard to imagine,” the very repetition of her words made her shake. “She picks you up then starts taking you to her car, and just when you think there might be some chance; some opportunity to escape, she fucking drugs you?” Katherine probably didn’t like hearing the F-word, but frankly, Dawn was more concerned with telling her story. “And then you black out, just to wake up in the arms of another Amazon in another strange place. No matter how kind they are, you’re still among strangers in a strange place, so what’s really changed?” One sentence did come with conviction, however. “I don’t like Amazons, Katherine. I may have said some things I shouldn’t have, but what makes it all feel so much worse is when the Amazon that has shown me even a shred of decency starts to turn against me because I don’t fit the role she’s trying to force me into! I thought maybe I could trust you; maybe you were different, but...” She was silent, tears rolling down her cheeks. “But I guess I was wrong.” And that was that. She had nothing more to say, nor could she imagine any of her words affecting anything by this point. Katherine wouldn’t change her mind, but at least Dawn communicated her piece. Taking it all out from within though, laying it all out so bare...she could feel the trauma welling back in troves. Why now? Was she going to have another attack? All that was left was to hiccup and sob. Time could stand still and she’d be at least thankful from there. She may never get to go home again, but at least it meant not having to deal with such a messed up world she was near-trapped in. She felt weak; exposed. Even more than before. And it was another feeling, another sensation, a call-back to such a terrible experience. The visions haunted her and were etched like stone into her memory. She’d almost never been so vulnerable in front of someone before, but she didn’t care, nor did she have the capacity to keep herself composed. The shadow over her head grew larger as the Amazon drew herself in. Katherine leaned over, picking the girl up. Up and down she was bounced ever so slightly. Dawn hated it. Again, on the turn of a dime it felt like another paradigm shift. There wasn’t that same venom or ice-cold emotion. She was warm, soft and embracing. How could there be trust if nothing was guaranteed to last? “Shh...shh...you’re okay. It’s alright.” Where did she get off? Talking down to her, then putting her right back together after the mess she caused? Katherine sat down with her on the wooden seat. Katherine stroked the top of her head. “I think we both got to say what we wanted to, right?” Dawn’s cheeks were still wet, but she was listening. “I think we were both frustrated...” Katherine exhaled, rubbing the girl’s shoulder. For once, Dawn couldn’t agree with her more. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that; no matter how much you push, I shouldn’t put so much pressure on you like that… I was scary, wasn’t I?” Slightly, she nodded. It was terrifying. She had used all her Amazonian traits against the tiny girl. How could it not feel overwhelming? “Dawn, I would and will never do anything to put you in harm’s way. So even when I have to be stern, please know I’m not going to hurt you. You’re too precious for that.” So she wasn’t going to do anything to her. That was a relief, but looking back on it, knowing she could be a moment away from fatal injury, she was quaking even now… “...Maybe I have been a little too forward… You’ve been through things that I really can’t imagine. The best I can do is think about what's best for you. I mean it when I say I’ve been trying to be helpful this entire time. I suppose it’s just...challenging, when you always seem to be against me. Truthfully, I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m in the wrong or you’re just having trouble...adjusting.” Dawn would have been happy to declare the former, but this wasn’t the time for that. “I...I don’t want to adjust to anything,” Dawn sorely spoke. She hated herself; the way she leaned into Katherine. “I’m an adult, Katherine. I want to be treated the way you are!” Katherine rubbed her back, making more soothing noises. “Okay, alright...let’s be calm...” “Please...please listen...” Dawn moaned over a croaky and tired voice. “I am listening, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world. So we’re gonna go step by step, okay?” The piecewise approach she was taking, of course it was deliberate, but Dawn couldn’t help but feel herself receding into an inferior role once again. It truly was instinctual for Katherine, wasn’t it? She didn’t know if Katherine were the fool for being so hardwired or herself for thinking she could fight genetics. “We don’t have all the time… I need to go back home… I’m supposed to go back tomorrow!” Raising her voice again earned a few shushes from Katherine. “Dawn, please, I know we said a lot, but how about you give me a turn, okay? That’s what big girls do after all, right?” Dawn’s emotions grew limp. “...You really don’t believe me...” she mumbled under her breath. She didn’t doubt Katherine truly was trying to be encouraging, but given the toddler approach she had used, it only further reaffirmed Dawn’s grievances. Katherine was a kind, caring and helpful woman, but only in all the wrong ways. “My number one priority right now is you. That hasn’t changed. Even if you tell me to leave you alone I’m not going to. My heart breaks when I see you bottling up so many emotions at once and it all just...bursts. I’ll always be here for you when you’re feeling upset, but I wish we could avoid that altogether. I want you to be happy, Dawn, and I know you think you know how to get there, but there’s always more than one way to do it?” She couldn’t afford herself the energy to speak. “I promise everything is going to work out. You’ll be perfectly fine once this is all over, whatever that might look like. You don’t need to put yourself on guard around me or James.” She felt the hug grow a little tighter. “I want to know when you’re happy, sad, mad, confused and every other feeling you might have. I want to know you through and through, that way I can make it all better when things are bad, and know how to keep things right.” “I’m an adult...” “Even grownups have someone they can talk to.” Katherine calmly rebutted. “There’s nothing wrong with being small, Dawn. It’s okay to give up a little bit of control, even if it’s only for a short time.” “Like when?” Dawn replied rather coldly. Katherine didn’t hesitate to plant her lips on the girl’s forehead. “Like now.” Dawn rubbed the spot where her lips touched. “Could, could you please not do that?” Amazons had proved to be quite the direct creatures, at least towards Littles, which is why Dawn did believe in Katherine’s ability to somewhat respect Dawn’s wishes, hence why her response was unexpected. “I feel like I’ve done a lot to try and respect how you prefer things, so I think we’re going to try things a bit more my way. Everyone can use a few hugs and kisses when they’re feeling sad. You’re no different.” And she kissed Dawn again, who felt even more uncomfortably awkward. “Stop it.” The woman’s stubbornness was getting annoying. “No.” She pecked her again. Was this a game to her? “I said stop it...” “Will you try to listen to me if I do?” Wasn’t that her line? This dynamic was impossible to fathom for the girl. She lashes out, she resists, tries to maintain even a shred of her dignity, and then she’s punished for it? Talked down to, belittled, then that same person who deals such a heavy hand has the gall to be the same person that comforts her? “Please, I promise if you let us take over a little, you might actually enjoy yourself...” Her whining started to mesh with a groan. “I don’t want to enjoy myself…! I want to go home!” A pair of lips touched her again. “Rrrg! Stop it!” “Only cranky girls need kisses, you know?” This was it; square one. Just when Dawn managed to rouse anything but her typical Amazonian self out of her massive husk, she was already back to her springy self. Dawn was back on the short end of the stick and Katherine held all the cards. Then, she kissed her again. “God, I hate you! Let me go!” She pushed against Katherine, so hard that her injured wrist collapsed under the pressure, folding under with a yelp as tears stung her eyes. Weeping, she shouted up at Katherine, “LOOK! Can’t you see what you did?!” She would’ve kept yelling, but it hurt too much to support her arm and vocals at the same time. Instead of kissing Dawn, carefully, she held a hand under Dawn’s wrist. “It must hurt, right? Poor thing… I promise we’ll get it looked at as soon as we leave.” Despite hurting herself in the process, Dawn pulled her arm away. “Leave me alone! I don’t need your help! I don’t need a doctor! All I need to do is go home!” “Sweetie, yes, you do need to see the doctor. And you need to be careful with your wrist or the boo-boo is gonna get worse...” “I don’t need a doctor! Why can’t you understand?” Her emotions were starting to run awry. “And it’s not a boo-boo, it’s called a fucking SPRAIN!” to emphasize, she shook her hand some, which was met with immediate regret. She leaned over herself in pain, whimpering. “A-and it...” sniffling, she tried to brace the pain. “I-it really hurts…!” Katherine didn’t say anything. Instead, she kissed her on the forehead. “S-stop it!” She tried kicking her legs. “If you promise to stop using bad words, I will.” She wasn’t the problem...she wasn’t. But Katherine, why did she have to be so difficult? She wanted to help, but why did it seem like she was a complete obstacle instead? “Screw you!” Another peck on the forehead. “Go fuck yourself!” The next one was longer. Katherine exhaled through her nose, still smiling, no matter what Dawn seemed to say or throw at her. “Maybe you’re just looking for lots of kisses? Huh, is that it?” Then, she had the goddamn audacity to grin, as if she’d figured this whole charade out. What arguments did Dawn have left? She’d said everything fathomable inside her head, used every defense written in the book. Her wrist was in pain, she was naked from the waist down, laying in an Amazon’s arms, and all she could do was kick her legs, push, and swear. Any time she tried anything, all Katherine would do is kiss her. She wasn’t hurting the girl, she wasn’t punishing her. Well, she was in a way, but all she really was being was annoying. How stubborn could she be? Was this what she did to get her way? Kiss the other party into submission? “Let me go...” “Are you ready to stop?” Dawn stayed silent for a few moments, until finally, still with an indignant look on her face, she turned her head to the side. She was done talking. With somewhat of a tired smile, Katherine made a noise of approval. “It’s progress...” As spiteful as she was to the woman, she did start to cling to her once they stood up. With how high these giants stood off the ground, how couldn’t she? But then back down she went once Katherine set her feet on the floor. The interior to the dressing rooms were carpeted, though it was that cheap, thin sort of carpeted; the kind that did so little, you’d think it wasn’t even carpeted at all. “Dawn,” calmly, Katherine said her name as she got on her knees, facing the naked girl head-on. “I’m sorry for making you so upset. We both said things we shouldn’t have, but I still want this to be a good day, so do you accept my apology?” Apologizing? Now she was? She had some nerve after all that antagonizing. And frankly, Dawn was still pissed off. She wasn’t going to let bygones be bygones just because some high and mighty Amazon thought that they were being the bigger person. Seeing all the things she said and did to the girl, this hardly counted as an apology. If Katherine was going to treat Dawn like a child, she sure as hell was going to “apologize” like one. Instead, Dawn narrowed her eyes, looking at the woman. “Whatever,” she mumbled, turning her gaze away. Dawn was half-expecting another kiss, but it didn’t come. Odd, because there wasn’t any sort of reaction; one that Dawn could perceive. She looked a little back at Katherine, though she was smiling, but it didn’t exactly seem like a chipper one… “I know you’re grumpy right now, but we need to get you dressed. And I’m sorry, but you have to wear a pull-up. It’s either that or--” “I know already,” Dawn spat coldly, walking over to an old acquaintance. From where she stood she fanned out the pull-up some, though Katherine made a bold move and took the whole thing from her hands. Now she was pulling things out of her hands? When would she stop? “What the hell? I was doing what you said!” “Language,” her voice hit with authority, “please,” then it softened. “The doctor still needs to look at your wrist. You’ve been moving it around a lot and I know it hurts, so it’ll be safer if I dress you.” “I can dress myself. My wrist is fine.” It wasn’t, but more and more, Dawn couldn’t stand the thought of any cocky Amazon getting their way. “Your wrist is not fine,” Katherine contradicted quite immediately. “You can throw a tantrum, but the only way you’re getting dressed is if you let me do it. Don’t you want to leave the store? The sooner you cooperate, the sooner we can go.” Objectively, Katherine had been nice through and through, and even now she seemed to be restraining herself; even Dawn could tell that, but everything up until now was so bottled up inside herself, it was like a bunch of tiny devils across her shoulders telling her to push further and further. But she did want to leave the store, but she wanted to be difficult. She wanted to go home, but she wanted to teach Katherine a lesson. “I can dress myself,” Dawn said gravely. “Would you rather we leave the store with nothing?” Katherine asked, quite rhetorically. Or...maybe not. “No pants or pull-ups, and you’re definitely not going back into a wet one.” Even if she didn’t mean it, that last mention of the wet one made Dawn equal parts embarrassed and annoyed. “We’ll take you to the Doctor’s naked, but then they’re only going to have diapers for you, you know?” It had to be a lie. She was bluffing. She was just trying to get her to give in. But...it seemed so plausible at the same time, and all that really bothered her was the negotiator behind the price. Maybe Dawn was the fool, because in the end, she never really had a choice, at least not now. The cracking pressure was visible on her face, obviously annoyed that she was facing an ultimatum with only one real choice she didn’t want to admit to. There was a sharp exhale from her nose before her voice shouted, “Fine, whatever!” Katherine didn’t hesitate to start the motions from there. And despite Dawn being such a stubborn stick in the mud, she was handled carefully, albeit deftly. The pull-up was held open for her, and cringing the whole way Dawn did step into it. Up her legs they went and it was securely in place. So nice to be reunited… Dawn glumly thought to herself. She didn’t have time to dread over how she looked in the mirror because Katherine was already moving onto the pants. A few seconds later and she was a finished package. Still, she kept side-eyeing herself in the mirror, sickened by the subtle curves she had, and not the good ones. “I look ridiculous...” Dawn spoke under her breath, turning from the mirror. It seemed like the perfect window for Katherine to inject some more of her optimism, but it was yet another cue she either missed or intentionally skipped out on. Even to Dawn, seeing such a change in her mannerisms was weird. Falling back on a trusty word though, “whatever” was a leisurely approach to take. “Is it alright if I carry you?” Katherine asked. Dawn was a little surprised. She was acting pissy and she knew it, so it was a growing surprise that Katherine didn’t seem to be stooping to her level. She always seemed to stop herself short before she became an outright bully. Eventually, Dawn did nod her head, not finding it so hard to brace herself this time before being lifted. And even if the pants weren’t her favorite, she did have something to cover her lower half now. It was something to be thankful for… This was annoying. Not but five minutes later with a few thoughts to herself and Katherine’s pause on her pestering and cheery attitude, she could already feel the steam inside her head starting to dissipate. Katherine wasn’t acting high and mighty, probably, and she wasn’t being the bigger person simply because she was, nor because she was trying to be superior. She simply cooled off faster than Dawn did. Besides, tension may not have been the way to describe it, but there was something obviously going on between the two. While she wasn’t thrilled about making enemies with anyone, especially Amazons, thinking about what James might say dampened her flare a little. Since he was the most compatible person she knew here, looking any worse in his eyes didn’t sound great... “...Thank...you...” Katherine was keeping to herself for a moment, then realized Dawn was speaking to her. “For what?” Really? Did she have to be explicit? Though, she quickly checked herself before she lost her cool again… Assume best intentions… “...For the pants.” She stretched the waist some. As stupid as they were, they served their purpose. They leaned over so Katherine could grab the opened package of pull-ups, then with the same hand she grabbed the wet one as well. “...I’m sorry they’re not your favorite. I tried my best.” “I...I know. I was just being...stubborn,” of all people, why’d she have to admit it to her? “Well, thank you. That was very mature of you to say,” Katherine smiled, for real this time, albeit patronizing. “Can we leave now? I want all of this to be over...” “That’s the plan. We just need to go find James, then we can go buy all this stuff.” The door unlocked and off they went. “Dawn, please? It’s for your own safety.” “No.” And to bolster her defense, she firmly crossed her arms. If she weren’t being carried, she’d have her feet firmly planted on the ground, though that wasn’t an option. She’d been doing quite a bit of compromising, but this was most certainly a hard, hard pass. “Please? It’s only for a little bit,” now James was trying to negotiate, but this time around the price mattered much more than the dealer. “No.” She was firm in her resolve again. What aggravated her the most was how this’d only been brought to her attention once they were in the parking lot and outside the store. They hadn’t even seen James since they broke up to go to the changing rooms, rather than meeting again in the store. Seeing what he had now, Dawn felt deceived, guessing Jame’s absence up until now was planned. Otherwise, Dawn would be making a scene regardless wherever she saw this monstrosity. “I do not need a car seat.” They’d done a lot just to get her in pull-ups and toddler pants, but they weren’t going to get their way here. Not this time. “The law says you do,” James tried to explain, sounding just as tried and stressed as Katherine had been starting to get earlier. “You don’t need to keep setting it up because I’m not riding in it,” Dawn said commandingly. Seriously, why did Amazons have to act like that? They did things like they knew the Little arguing with them would fold regardless, so they might as well act like they won to begin with! James was seriously losing his brownie points with her. “Whether you like it or not, we still need one in the car.” James was already fumbling with some of the straps, glancing at the instruction manual. The thing had already been put in the car, all that remained was fastening it. “I’ll just ride in Katherine’s lap again,” she sufficed. It wasn’t the best, but it definitely beat riding in a car seat. She knew it was manipulative, but she wagered that Katherine wouldn’t turn down more time being able to hold Dawn… Katherine, though, didn’t give any indication of a yes or no, just simple thought. “Dawn, why don’t you want to ride in one?” Katherine asked. “Don’t you want to have your own spot?” “Maybe, but I don’t ride in car seats. I’m an adult, Katherine.” Even if, literally speaking, everything about this situation seemed to contradict that. “Well, if the police catch what we were doing before, then we’re all in big trouble,” James added, pulling one last strap. “...There, got it,” he wiped his forehead. “Gosh, these things are harder than the stuff at work...” Dawn expected it, but she wasn’t thrilled to have the ‘law’ argument be thrown against her. Obviously it wasn’t worth jeopardizing everything for the sake of pride, but that didn’t make it any easier to forsake hers. “Fine.” Need it be said she was pissed? Today had been filled with moments of bitter compliance. Even if Katherine and James were trying to be supportive, that didn’t change how much everything sucked. She couldn’t get the underwear she wanted, she couldn't get the pants she wanted, and now she can’t even sit where she wanted? “I’m sorry you’re mad at us, but we all have to follow the rules,” Katherine sympathized, trying to explain. “I’m not mad at you guys,” Dawn annoyingly said, “I’m mad at the situation.” That was the worst part; being misinterpreted. She couldn’t be angry or mad without someone coming along to poke her with a stick, get bitten and then act like the victim. Why couldn’t they just stay out of her way? Obviously she’s mad, so why go playing with fire if you know you’re going to get hurt? Up until now Dawn was too offended to even look at the torture device. A neutral look would have been one thing, though this one looked to be catering to a specific demographic… It looked generously padded all throughout; the seat, armrests, backrest, headrest, everything. The seat even had a cup-holder, though it probably wasn’t meant for the kind of cup Dawn’d use. It had black trims for all the excess cushion, though everything else was predominantly pink. From the topmost of the seat even, a plastic bunch of butterflies and flower heads were suspended from above. They want to adopt a girl, not you. Remember that… Dawn choked back a scowl. “Looks comfy?” Katherine smiled yet again. “Just put me in, please.” The sooner she got in it, the sooner she’d be out. The seat was comfortable, to its credit. It wasn’t suffocating, but she definitely felt secure in an almost invasive way. And just before Katherine could do anything else Dawn cut her off. “I can buckle myself in,” Dawn leaned forward, suddenly noticing how the seat had her positioned. She wasn’t upright like in a normal seat, as if her center of gravity, her bottom, were tilted back by just the slightest. Only leaning forward did she actually appear upright. She didn’t want to criticize Jame’s handyman skills, but that was something he’d need to fix… “Why is the seat tilted back so much?” She looked behind herself, putting her hands on the armrests to keep steady. “You may have messed it up when putting it in...” “Sit back in it for a second?” James asked, and reluctantly, Dawn did, sitting like she normally would, or could, considering she didn’t typically ride in car seats. He had the manual in his hand, then for comparison held it at a height where he could pan his vision from Dawn to the paper. “...Nope, looks right to me. I think it’s a feature.” “A feature? How? It’s probably a safety hazard or something...” Dawn rambled, still not convinced. She couldn’t ride in something like this, especially if it wasn’t safe. “Actually,” Katherine interjected, “a lot of seats are like that. It’s so it’s easier to fall asleep for car rides.” “But...” Instantly it made sense, but it made Dawn no more satisfied. Less so, even. “Give it a quick test spin? We could use an opinion on it, you know?” James suggested. “Kath and I are a little too big for it… Let’s call it payment for the pants and pull-ups?” A hot-faced Dawn grew quiet. She could have gotten by with just the pants remark, but he also mentioned the other thing… “She doesn’t owe us anything,” Katherine lightly admonished her husband, then looked back at Dawn with a much more friendly look. “We could use your opinion though? It’s only a short ride?” Finally, Dawn did relent, leaning back into the seat, consciously aware of her offset angle now. Sitting on a few straps and a buckle, she did her best to organize them, decrypting the puzzle that was her seat-belt. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got it,” Katherine helpfully interrupted, separating and distinguishing it all with such ease. It was all swift and quick, as a strap came over each shoulder, attaching to a small plastic breastplate, finally attached to a strap that came right between her legs and through the seat. “Snug?” She asked; faster than Dawn had time to tell her to stop. “Y-yes...” she tried to squirm a little in the seat, though the entire network of straps, albeit simple, restricted a lot of her movement. They didn’t have the give and stretch like a normal seat-belt did. They stretched a little when she leaned forward, but a little was all she got before they came to a complete halt. “Why are there so many straps?” She tugged at one of them. “I only need one like you guys.” “This keeps you a lot safer, though,” Katherine contently said, giving the seat another once over. “And hey, now you have your own seat? You’re high enough to see through the windows now, too?” Defeated, she sighed and leaned back into the seat, finally giving it a rest. Almost. “Wait, can we do anything about this?” Dawn pointed up to the plastic toys over her head, just slightly within reach. To emphasize, the tips of her fingers managed to touch them, leading to plastic jingle-jangles. “Oh, do you want them lower? This seat does look a tiny bit big for you...” Her face was quickly out of view, tinkering with the device on top. “No, I don’t want to play with them,” Dawn sharply corrected. “Can you take them out? They’re annoying.” “I think we can...” she looked back at Dawn, “are you sure though? What if you get bored?” She wasn’t being sarcastic and Dawn wasn’t trying to be bewildered. “I’ll be fine.” Finally there was a popping noise and away the plastic chandelier went, though not far away. Katherine reached over to drop it by the seat. Also, as a side note, it was worth mentioning how clean the car’s interior was. Maybe a couple days shy of brand new, but the vehicle was well-kept. Katherine gave Dawn’s straps a few more tugs before looking satisfied. “Okay...all set. Comfy?” “Sort of.” It was a loaded question with no easy answer. On her way out a large hand found Dawn’s foot, squeezing it. Before she could complain though the door was shut. Now she had the wonderful view of the back of the passenger seat. Though, to her right, she could see out of the window now, comfortably even. It was as if she were an adolescent back in her world with the height she sat at, but looking down at herself would sober that kind of wishful thinking immediately… Through the window she could see James and Katherine, talking about something, but almost entirely out of earshot. Regardless, Dawn was curious. She didn’t like seeing them talk without her around; it was a paranoia thing. Well-placed paranoia after everything she’d been through. Their conversation had no real hints, only with a few nods and basic expressions. No frowns, ecstatic looks or dynamic actions. Maybe it wasn’t all that important… Staring straight again, she wasn’t happy to be looking directly at the head of the seat in front of her, thanks to the angle she was at. “Supposed to help me sleep better?” Dawn grumbled to herself. “Only a little bit longer...” She leaned her head back some more. At least they knew how to design a comfortable seat. She started swinging her feet, aimlessly, hanging high off the ground. Already she was bored. Not bored enough to play with dangling toys, though. Her moment of silence was broken by the front doors opening, James and Katherine slipping inside. After strapping themselves in, James turned the ignition then looked back at Dawn from the driver’s seat. “So how is your wrist feeling?” At the same time he was backing them out of their spot. “Fine,” Dawn lied. Instinctively, the mere mention of it made it throb. She didn’t need another obstacle today and was quite ready to be done with everything. “Are we going back to the hotel now?” “Fine? Are you sure?” Now Katherine stuck her head over and James was already back to the driver’s view. “It doesn’t hurt anymore? Not at all?” She sounded like a helpful mom, giving Dawn a chance to reconsider. “I don’t need to see a doctor,” Dawn looked in her direction, skipping their game of verbal tag. “I just need to get back to my room. I appreciate everything you guys have done for me today; I’m thankful, but I’m fine now.” “If she’s feeling fine, maybe we can just skip to the--” “Absolutely not.” James was trying to speak, but Katherine was quick to the punch. “You saw earlier, when I tried touching her wrist? She probably hurt it even more in the dressing room.” Suddenly Dawn was feeling a tad bit sheepish. Admittedly, she wasn’t being so kind to her injury earlier… “I’m fine, though,” trying to join the conversation, Dawn leaned forward out of habit to reach the other two in the front, though her straps stopped her just about immediately. The sudden force yoinked her back as fast as she flung herself forward. “Stupid car seat...” “Why don’t we give it a little bit longer?” James suggested, “Get some food then see how she’s feeling?” Finally! Someone was fighting for her! “Yeah, besides, I know how it feels the best, so it should be my choice. It feels better already anyways.” Not completely true, but she didn’t need to give her any reason… “What if she sprained it?” Katherine continued to speak with James, not Dawn. “Someone can report us for neglect if they see that we’re not bothering to take her to a doctor. She could really be hurt, James.” “Hello?” Dawn raised her voice from the back a little. She looked at her centerpiece buckle. Was there any way to undo it? Obviously you could. Anything that came together could come apart... “All I’m saying is we might be worrying for no reason...” “It’s not for no reason. She’s our responsibility.” By now Dawn was probably red in the face, trying to press down on the button to her buckle, yet it wouldn’t budge! Her fingers were starting to hurt from all the pressure she was using, yet to no avail. “Hey! I’m fine! I don’t need a doctor! Just take me to the hotel!” “Will the insurance cover her?” Angry as she was over the car seat, being trapped back here and from the conversation was starting to get to her. “Stop ignoring me…!” “I’m not sure, but it shouldn’t be much anyways” “Stupid Amazons…!” Dawn grit her teeth. “Okay, alright. Doctor’s first, then we’ll talk about food?” “Yes, we’ll do it like that. I’ll see if there’s a Little clinic anywhere around here...” Again and again, her patience was constantly being tried, and yet again, she snapped. Loudly breathing through her nose, Dawn took a deep breath before… “AAAAAGH!” Thinking of the most ridiculous, loudest noise she could summon, she let it erupt forth. She could see James visibly tense up from behind the wheel. Slamming her fists on the armrest and kicking her feet, she continued to shout, “WHY WON’T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME?!”

Chapter Twenty-One "Lila!" Sabrina's voice was barely a squeak. "No, I.. um.. the music stopped and... " "And you thought you'd be a good little helper, didn't you?" Lila's grin looked wicked and cruel in the dark, illuminated only by the phone screen. "You're gonna put that down and come here in two seconds or I'm going to scream." It wasn't even a second and a half before the phone was back and she was climbing into the bed, practically running. "I wonder what Kinsley is gonna do to you when I tell her that you were trying to use her phone... " The memory of the thrashing, the white-hot pain, was all Sabrina could think of. "Please Lila. Please, please don't tell her." "I won't tell her on one condition." "What?" Sabrina's desperation was plain, unmistakable. "You have to give me... um... " Lila looked strangely uncertain all of a sudden. "Um.. grown-up feelings." Sabrina blinked, confused as she knelt next to her blackmailer. "Grown-up feelings?" "You know!" Lila crossed her arms, huffing in frustration. "Like kissy stuff. But um... more grown-up than that." "Wh-what have you done before? Are you going to get in trouble? Kinsley didn't like you kissing me earlier... " The tension in the room was awkward and thick. Lila was supposedly this brilliant mind, but honestly Sabrina saw her act more like a spoiled child that anything else. She thought back to hearing her talk about the girl she liked at work, how ridiculous her ideas of hitting on someone were. For all she knew, Lila didn't know a single thing about sex... and teaching her anything at all might get Sabrina in deep, deep trouble. "I've done all the stuff! All the boob-squishing and kissy stuff and... and... Fine. I'm just going to scream for Kinsley now." Lila opened her mouth and Sabrina panicked. Without thinking, she lunged forward and placed her lips on Lila's, preventing her scream with a kiss. Lila's eyes went wide at first, but a smile spread across her face. The next thing Sabrina knew, she was laying on top of the other girl, with Lila holding a handful of her diapered bottom. She had wanted "grown-up feelings", and Sabrina had already gone this far... Lifting her body up, she broke the kiss for a moment before taking Lila's breasts - which were larger than she had thought - in her hands, gently squeezing them, pressing them together as she leaned in for another kiss. A long one, gentle, with heat on her lips. While Sabrina had never been socially successful or professionally successful, she had been successful in bed. She kept her kisses light and sensual, paying extra attention to Lila's lower lip. Pausing for a moment, she took in Lila's expression, reading her unexpected partner. She appeared to be in complete bliss, she was trembling slightly, her eyes closed. Sabrina couldn't help but smirk at how submissive Lila was in bed. She slid her hands up Lila's pajama top, dragging her nails gently along the tender flesh on the underside of her breasts, waiting for... The gasp. When Lila gasped, she went for it, pressing their lips together in the deepest kiss she had given so far. She held it long, teasing with her tongue ever so slightly, touching the tip of her own to Lila's, dragging along the roof of her mouth carefully. A soft squeak came from Lila, so Sabrina wrapped her left arm around Lila's back while her right hand went to the girl's hair, twisting her fingers through those soft red locks. When the kiss broke, Lila was a puddle. With some satisfaction, Sabrina began to climb off her, ready to simply cuddle... when a single word passed Lila's lips. "More." Nervousness in her tummy, Sabrina reached for the tapes on Lila's diaper... "No!" Lila grabbed her hand, sitting up with her eyes narrowed. "No. Leave the diapers alone. Give me more, Bree. More grown-up feelings." There was a hunger in her voice, one that Sabrina knew well. Hiding her lack of confidence, she dug her fingers into the plastic of Lila's diaper, pressing hard and rubbing two fingers in what she hoped was the right spot. Lila's eyes went wide again. Pressing her advantage, Sabrina gently laid the girl down, rubbing at her diaper, trying to find the right spot and the right rhythm. When a soft moan came from Lila, when her shoulders and back relaxed but her stomach tensed, Sabrina knew she had found the spot. Keeping her rhythm, keeping the pressure, massaging Lila's wet diaper into her most tender of places, Sabrina struck. With her newly freed left hand, she grabbed Lila's breast roughly at the same time that she planted a heated kiss, forcing her lips against the other girl's, biting at her lip, sliding her tongue between lips forcefully. Lila let out a long moan, her hips beginning to buck against Sabrina's hand. Three fingers. Faster. Harder. The lights turned on above her just as Lila's moans were growing more desperate. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" A hand on the metal collar, yanking her clean off the bed and onto the floor. Instantly, Sabrina's hands went to her throat as she coughed. "Bree you rotten bitch in heat what are you doing to my little girl?" Terror was filling every square inch of Sabrina's body. If she'd had anything left in her, she would have wet herself in that moment for sure. "I... I was just... " She had no idea what to say. Blaming Lila for anything had never worked out in any positive way. It only led to more trouble. "I'm sorry!" Only groveling worked. "Mama!" Lila was beyond flustered, her brow sweaty and her diaper indented from Sabrina's fingers. She sat up, panting. "Mama, she was tryin' ta make a call on your phone an' I caught her! And then she... she... she stopped me from yelling for you!" "Is that why you woke up, sugar?" Kinsley grabbed Sabrina's collar again, forcing her to her knees. "This filthy pet won't let you sleep? Don't you know she needs her music to sleep, Bree?" "I'm sorry!" Sabrina dug her fingers into Kinsley's pants, tears beginning to run down her face. "I'm so sorry!" "Faith!" The other girl stumbled in behind her, rubbing her eye with an obviously soaked diaper hanging down between her legs. Miss Angela looked quite cross behind her. "What?" Faith's extremely red hair was a mess atop her head. Angela's blue was similarly a bit of a tangle. "Go get the old dog crate set up in the living room." Faith seemed to wake up instantly, a touch of shock on her face before she nodded and left with Miss Angela close behind. "Bree." Sabrina cowered on her knees as Kinsley slowly rotated the collar in her hands, forcing Sabrina to tilt her head, then her body to keep from the metal digging into her flesh and hurting. "I am quite disappointed in you." "What was she doin', Mama?" Sabrina couldn't see Lila's face behind her, but she could imagine the look that went along with that falsely innocent tone. "She was being a naughty pet, honey." Sabrina found her head being forced lower as Kinsley continued to move her with the steel ring locked around her neck. "I want you to come tell me if she tries to touch you like that again, okay?" "Crate's ready." Faith was sideways in the doorway and Sabrina was wincing from the effort. "Put her in." Sabrina yelped as she was thrown to the floor at Faith's feet, only to have herself hauled back to hands and knees mercilessly. "You're such a good helper, Faithie." Angela smiled sweetly as Faith dragged Sabrina along, trying her best to crawl. The "crate" was a dog kennel that was waiting in the living room, beside the couch. Black metal wire bars, providing nothing even resembling privacy or comfort. "No!" Sabrina whimpered but was unable to even slow Faith's pace without choking herself. "Please... " "Shut up, Bree." With a quick motion, Sabrina was tossed unceremoniously into the cage, the door closed behind her. Angela stepped forward and ran her hands through Faith's hair. "You're so cute when you're taking care of dumb animals, Faithie." They kissed, like they were the only two people in the world. Like Sabrina couldn't hear them. She sat up awkwardly, gripping the bars of the cage. At least it was big enough for her to sit upright in. "We better make sure that Lila's okay." Faith glared at Sabrina, causing her to cower in her captivity. "Don't try to open the door. So help me, I will zip tie it shut." Slowly, a smile spread over her face and she stepped nearer, kneeling down. She poked at Sabrina's diaper through the bars. "Someone is wet. How's it feel, Bree? Do you like being a wet little pet?" Sabrina shook her head, starting to answer. "Tell me how good it feels, Bree." Faith's voice was practically a growl, her brown eyes flashing. "It feels good... " Sabrina nodded, her voice barely a squeak. "Very good." "She likes her wet diapers, honey." Angela came up behind Faith, drawing her to her feet and kissing her once again. "Let's make sure she gets lots of time to enjoy that one. Come on, let's get you a treat for being such a good helper and handling rotten pets." Sabrina could only watch them walk away. The most frustrating the about it was the fact that the latch on the cage was simplicity itself. She could easily flip it up, open the door, and climb out. She stared at the front door, remembering the last time she tried that, remembering how Kinsley had just picked her up like she was nothing and carried her back in. She hadn't spoken to another human soul outside of the Dolls in what felt like ages. She was alone, with only her fear to keep her company. Fear of what came next, fear of making things worse if she tried to escape. Lila was a lot more wily than she had let on, though her inexperience seemed genuine. For that brief moment, with their bodies close, with their lips pressed together, Sabrina had felt happy. Connected. With this moment of contemplation, she realized that she was actually hurt that Lila had turned on her. Had let her take the fall like that. It hurt that Kinsley believed it all instantly, too. It hurt a lot more than she expected. Sabrina sighed, thankful for the soft mat that rested in the bottom of the cage, protecting her from the cold metal. She wished she had a blanket to cover her legs. Alone in the living room, her eyes drifted again to the front door... but fear held her fast. She scooted to the back of the cage, wrapping her arms around her knees. She wasn't sure how long she waited before Kinsley came out, looking quite upset. "Dammit Bree." She glared at the cage and grumbled further. "Dammit Faith." She crouched down next to the cage. "Good girl for staying put. I'm proud of you. That's the first smart thing you've done all week. Don't fuck it up now, okay?" Sabrina only nodded, waiting as Kinsley walked to the kitchen... and came back with a handful of zip ties and two heavy looking padlocks. She began zip-tying each of the corners, seams that apparently opened - which was a complete surprise to Sabrina. Finally, she padlocked the door closed. Even though the latch was simple, with the padlock preventing it from flipping up, there was no way it would open. "I'm tired, Bree. I'm tired and I don't know what to do with you. You're going to spend the night here, in your crate." Sabrina's eyes widened at that. That it was her crate. With a weary sigh, Kinsley flipped off the lights and walked back down the hall, leaving Sabrina alone with her thoughts, no blanket, no pillow, and a wet diaper.

Here is the next chapter. I hope you folks like it. In this chapter we find out what the varda are. I took a little time to do a few minor rewrites and had to let my bad hand rest a day as well. Arthritis sucks! lol. At any rate, here is the next chapter to this story. EIGHT The gates were a great success at first until everyone coming out of them was arrested immediately the president seemed convinced that the elves were training people to take down the government and allow the elven military to move in and take over. The elven military does not exist. It has not existed since the last war of the races. The minute the peace treaties were signed the elves gladly put their weapons down and returned home. Every time a peace conference was held the elven ambassador was taken and imprisoned before the ambassador could even reach the conference. The president refused to attend any of the peace conferences and arrested anyone from the elven nation or from the dwarven kingdom. The dragons were mad as hell at the humans for something but we did not know what as someone was preventing the far speakers from being able to contact the dragon council. Communication with the outside world was cut off and that worried me. Larissa refused to let me go find out what the hell was going on as I was close to my due date. My family was outside and there was no way to find out how they were unless I went out there myself. “Larissa, I need information! Please let go just outside the gate! I will stand right next to it so if they try anything I can vanish back into here in an instant!” Larissa sighed. “You and I both know that if you, me or your life mate step outside that gate that snipers would open fire on us instantly in an effort to kill us. I agree that we need information and that's why I have everyone pouring through the scrolls looking for another way to get out without being seen and killed! Even if we find a way, you are carrying your child dangerously low! You are ready to give birth any day now! I wont risk losing my best friend and her baby! I hate this situation as well and if we can find a way to get another gate open somewhere that they don't know about then we can send a few people out there in disguise!” I called out and wanted to slug something in frustration. “My parents are out there! I don't know if they are dead or alive!” We were interrupted by Darla coming to us with a scroll in hand. “Your Grace, I believe there is a way out that they do not have under surveillance as it has only been used a few times.” “The peace garden! We forgot all about that old gate!” Darla smiled at me. Thank Alexin for this information. She found it in an old pile of scrolls laying forgotten in a wooden crate.” I hugged her and then looked at the scroll. “If we create just small gate about two inches in diameter I can use a minor spell to detect the presence of anyone else nearby. The magic weave in the garden is really high so it would easily disguise the existence of an open portal gate! If it's clear I can step just barely outside the gate and use magic to find out what is happening. I will not need to go further than about three inches from the gate!” Larissa thought a moment before replying. “If it was my family out there I would be just as worried and willing to take risks. I'm going to send you out there, but the royal guard are going out in front of you as a precaution! At the first sign of trouble you get back through that gate with everyone and close it! No getting even, just get back here safe! Jorand, you make sure she does not try to heal everyone within a thousand miles! She has a good heart, but it could easily be used to capture her or force her to kill.” Four days later we opened the gate. No one was around as we went through it and came out right next to the silverwood tree. It had grown quite a bit since I had last seen it. It had branches extended over the door that opened to the outside of the garden. A look around confirmed that someone had tried to force their way in here and had weakened the protective runes. I smiled and gently reinforced every rune of protection until they were back up to full strength again. It made me almost soak my diaper when the tree lowered a branch to touch me gently. In my mind I heard it call me friend. “I'm back for a few minutes my friend. Let me update you on everything happening in the elven nation.” I opened my mind and let the memories be seen by the sentient tree. “Sadness, pain, darkness, deceptions, anger, greed.” “Unfortunately it has been a rough few months. Thank you for your gift! Within days a new life shall be brought into the realm!” I contacted my parents and was mad as hell to find them in bad shape and in a jail somewhere. When the ministry and the Black Chamber could not take me they decided to wait me out and finally got tired of waiting this morning. The took both of my parents and threw them into jail for treason. The same two who had been made to look like idiots by me earlier had taken great delight in beating my parents half to death. “I'm coming to get you!” A moment later I walked through a gate I had made and stood in front of both of my parents. The six guards watching over them never stood a chance. They were paralyzed the instant I arrived and could not even sound an alarm. Healing could wait. I picked up both mom and dad with my magic as they could not walk with broken legs and ankles. I sent them through the portal then stayed to talk to the guards a few seconds. “The elven nation is not gearing up for war. Your president is being lied to. Tell the two who beat my parents that I will be back and when I return they better pray I do not find them!” I turned and walked through the portal and let the guards go the moment I was at the edge of the portal. The portal closed a half second later behind me. The royal guard was not happy about how my parents had been treated. We went back through the gate portal and closed it carefully behind us so as to leave no trace we had even been there. Once back in the elven nation I let the healers begin work on healing my parents while I changed my soaked diaper. The silverwood tree had given me a lot of information and it spooked me a bit to see how close to being right I was. Larissa listened as I told her what the tree had shown me. “I'm sorry to say that it was as bad as you thought it would be, perhaps a little worse. I'm recalling the guards at the gates and then once they are back I am closing them for now. How bad are your parents hurt?” “Mostly broken bones and bruises from being beaten while handcuffed and unable to fight back. I do not want to hurt anyone, but for the two who did this to my parents I will happily send them into the maze!” Jorand held me gently and this helped me to calm down. “The maze sounds like a perfect idea if we ever get our hands on them. Let them be judged by the Great Mother.” the healers came to me as Jorand was helping me back to the sacred grove and to the silverwood tree that had wanted us to live with it and keep it company. “I'm going straight to bed as son as I get there! The little one is kicking extra hard today. She is eager to come out and greet the world. The healer smiled as Jorand picked me up and carried me. I was too tired to argue and had too much to think about. The healer no sooner got me naked and into the healing pool than the heaviest contractions yet hit me. “Jorand, It's time!” Larissa and Harenda came running when they heard the news. The healing waters helped ease the birthing pains and with further help from two healers Karissa came out to greet the world three hours later. The healers and Jorand helped me to bed with our new daughter. My parents came walking in quietly the next day as I slept. In the corner was a rocking chair made of silver wood. A young elf woman sat in the chair holding Karissa and rocking her gently. “Sarina is sleeping and so is Jorand. I will watch Karissa until they wake.” “You look familiar, ma'am. Have we met before?” She smiled gently at them both while rocking with Karissa in her arms. “I am a mother who has had many children. I watch over all my children so it is not unusual to sometimes see me. Would you like to hold your grand daughter?” My mother was charmed by Karissa the moment she saw her and my father was just as bad. They looked at Karissa's face and smiled with joy at being grand parents. When they looked up to talk to the lady she as gone, along with the rocking chair. I woke up a minute later to see mom holding my daughter in her arms. “We came in to find your daughter being gently rocked to sleep by a nice looking elf lady. I still can't figure out how she managed to vanish so quietly with the rocking chair.” “Dad, There is no rocking chair in here.” Mom and dad described my mysterious babysitter to me. When he told me what she had said to him I was a little bit surprised. “That elf woman you saw is the Great Mother. You just met a goddess.” Larissa laughed when she heard about it later that day when she stopped in to see me. “The healers tell me you had another visitor watching Karissa while you two got some long overdue sleep.” I got up and changed into a clean diaper before talking with Larissa.” “This is the second time the Great Lady has visited me in person!” Over the next few weeks Jorand and Larissa worked hard at getting the realm straightened out after finding out just how far the former scroll keeper had spread his influence and how many lives he had gone out of his way to ruin with false information and the number of shallow graves he had left behind. It had taken careful work to undo his dirty work and to find out exactly what kind of blood magic rituals he had performed. Darla and her life mate managed to get the library straightened out and with some help from me we had managed to translate roughly half the ancient scrolls. We had run across three more references to varda but still no explanation. It sounded like something older than the earliest scrolls. So many scrolls had been lost during the last war when the humans had attacked. “You two are doing real good at this. You have far more patience than I do. If you find out anything about varda and what the hell varda is let Larissa or Jorand know. Now why don't you two take a break and go get some sleep and some private time as well. I myself am off to go spend some quality time with my daughter and jorand.” I met up with Larissa on my way to go see to Karissa. “I was just coming to get you. I was thinking of trying to talk with the president without his so called advisors stopping him from talking to anyone that might tell him the truth. A good number of my people are not being held in jail and I want to know why. He is afraid of something and I want to know exactly what he has been told.” “Sounds good to me. When are we leaving?” “As soon as you are ready. Your parents are joining us as well. It's going to be you, me, Jorand, and your parents this trip. Hopefully we can figure out how to stop this madness and get back to the process of restoring peace and fair trade between all of the races.” I made sure to create a shield around all of us as we opened a gate to the peace garden. The tree greeted us and brought us up to speed on the state of things. It was bad. Every dwarf and every elf had been rounded up and put into prison as war criminals. The dragons were no longer safe outside of their own mountainous kingdom. The air force had orders to turn back any dragon near the border or to shoot them down. My parents were a little spooked to see me being greeted by the tree. It is something I have gotten used to and I forget that to others it is a very rare sight to see a silver wood tree talk to someone. I laughed at the look on my parents face. “We're friends. I helped save him about a year ago when some fool tried to burn him down. Within a few minutes he had been brought up to date on everything that had happened and everything the other trees wanted him to know. I walked to a small clearing and opened a gate to the white house. It raised all sorts of hell when we just showed up by walking out of a portal without any sort of announcement or royal guard. The current president looked up in surprise from the paperwork he had been reading. The secret service burst into the office with weapons drawn. “You wont need those. We are here to talk and to try to resolve this situation peacefully, sir. I Larissa, and this is Jorand. We are the rulers of the elven nation. This is Sarina and she is the current Dragon Mage. These are her parents that you had thrown into prison and beat nearly to death when you could not detain their daughter.” We sat down and the secret service kept guns drawn and pointed at us the entire time. The two who had ordered my parents arrested and then beat them came running into the office. They saw us and immediately panicked. “Shoot them before they kill the president!” The secret service tried to shoot us but found themselves unable to pull the triggers. “Filthy fucking elves! Mobilize the army and and break their portal open! We have to strike them before their army can attack us!” I grabbed the idiot trying to give orders and lifted him off his feet. If we had wanted the president dead he would already be dead! We have no standing army and are not trying to invade! You and your partner who is whispering orders to everyone have been lying to the president and trying to manipulate everyone into a war! We are trying to prevent a war! If war breaks out then everyone will die!” Larissa caught the second one as he tried to shove a poisoned combat knife into her back. “We came here looking to talk and find these two snakes manipulating everyone and giving the orders to attempt to start a full scale war! I believe it is time that these two shut up and listen for a change!” Larissa let my parents tell the president everything that had happened to them when the ministry had tried to arrest me on trumped up charges. “I have never been able to do magic the way you people can, but at an early age I was confirmed to be a class one physical adept as well as having the gift of languages as well, sir. How I do magic is far different than how you people do and that frightens those in charge as they can not control what I learn about magic and what I am able to do with magic. I may not look like it any longer, but I am human, I am not interested in destroying humanity with magic. I have been using my abilities to promote peace and to help where I am able to help. I was n medical school learning to be a doctor until things started going crazy. The former queen of the elves was a friend to me and I mourned her passing. She loved the idea of me being a healer and using my talents to help by healing and negotiating peaceful resolutions to issues.” the two men squirmed and tried to break free of the magic holding them in place and forcing them to remain silent. The president tried to rise but was having trouble doing so. “I'm so sorry about all of this! We should have talked long ago!” He tried to walk but his back hurt him so much he had to sit back down. “I'd like to shake your hands, but my poor back is acting up again. I got hit by shrapnel in a grenade attack a few weeks ago. Guess I should have ducked faster.” Without telling anyone what I intended to do I rose from my seat and walked over to the president. I laid my hands on him and closed my eyes as I sent healing magic through his body. A few minutes later I opened my eyes and held a bunch of small metal shards in my left hand. “I could not stand by and let you suffer when I could heal you, sir. Here is the shrapnel that was pushing on your spine and causing you pain.” We talked and he was shocked to hear of the attacks and arrests of so many elves and dwarves as well as the orders to shoot down any flying dragons that were near the border. “This is not good! Can you prove any of this?” “We can find out what these two advisors have been doing with a simple truth spell. It will force them to tel the truth about everything they have been doing without your consent and all the lies they have told you.” After an hour of discussing things I had to excuse myself for a change or risk pushing the diaper too far and leaking. The president was surprised to hear that I am incontinent. After a change in a bathroom guarded by a pair of female secret service agents I felt better. I came back into the office and the president was shaking hands with everyone. “I have not felt this good in years! Thank you for this! Now let's hear what these two have to say. He cast the truth spell and they remained silent. “We will find out the truth of what you have been doing and you will answer my questions or I will let them use their truth spells on you!” The men looked at each other and still remained silent. “Since you do not wish to talk I can only assume you are guilty of everything they have said. Feel free to use magic on these two to compel them to tell the truth.” The two of them struggled hard to break free as the spell was cast on them. Everything they said was recorded and by the time they had been talking for nearly four hours they had confessed to numerous crimes and to trying to start a war. They had ordered the arrest of my parents since it was impossible for them to arrest me. The president and several of the secret service were sickened by what they heard. The president ordered every single elf and every single dwarf to be set free immediately. The air force was ordered to stand down and to not attack any dragons just for flying. A recording of the two men confessing was sent to the dwarves and to the dragons through diplomatic channels. “How did I not see this happening?” “They are very subtle and sneaky, sir. We had one in our own ream and he did worse to us than these two. He tortured innocent children to death in obscene blood magic rituals and spread false information as far as he could. We have only just finished cleaning up the worst of his work. There is still so much more left to repair that it will take a lot more work and a lot of time to undo it all. That he was one of our most trusted makes it even more saddening.” “These two have offended your good people the worst. As a peace offering I give them to you so that they may find justice at the hands of those they wanted dead by any means possible. A copy of this recording will be put out on the internet and everyone will know why I have given them to you to punish for their crimes. If I were to punish them it would be in the electric chair.” Before we left the oval office the president was setting up a press conference to tell the entire country what he had just learned. It was good to know that he was not trying to hide from any of the mess. His actions in owning up to it would go a long ways in fixing relations and cleaning up the mess left behind by the two who had lied to him. During their confessions they had onc more mentioned Varda but when asked about it they laughed and only said to ask the trees or perhaps the dragons. Both men were brought back with us and held for three days as we worked hard to inform the people of the realm of the actions that had transpired. Getting everyone into places to hear the news takes a little time, especially since one of the far speakers was in labor with her first child. The news was spread through the entire realm along with the punishment option being left up to the people. After a week of debate 99% of the people felt that the maze was a good idea, they could wander around forever and be made to face every wrong they had committed. In the maze they could not hide from their actions or try to talk their way out of what was coming to them. “Somewhere in the maze you will be judged for what you have done and for what you have tried to do. Only the Great Mother knows what your punishment will be as she is the one who will judge you and decide what your fate is to be.” They were told this and then put into the maze. We waited for an hour before leaving. It is custom to wait an hour for those sent in to return. Those we have deemed guilty have never returned and what has happened to them in the maze is something only the Great Mother knows. I myself have been in there once when I was looking for something to help me decide how to become a healer. Being a healer has been a dream of mine for years and once it became clear that I could no longer return to the college I went in looking for some peace and quiet so I could ponder on how to continue to try to be a doctor. I could have maybe forced the school to take me back but that would make me a a bully. I would become something that I despised. I came into a grove of ancient Silver wood trees and relaxed while thinking of how to achieve my dream of helping as many people as possible and how to avoid having to hurt anyone. If achieving my dream meant hurting people, then it was not worth it. The trees helped me find an answer to my dilemma. They guided me towards the healers and the ancient scrolls. I exited the maze happy to have answer to my problem. Now if only I were that easy to find out what the hell varda meant. No one seemed to have a clue and many of the ancient scrolls that might hold an answer were gone forever in the last war of the races. The oldest scrolls now date back to just after the war of the races and tell of rebuilding not just this realm, but helping to rebuild all the realms. No one knows how the last war of the races got started or why. The war raged on for almost ten years before the Dragon Mage at the time finally put an end to it and helped bring peace back. He died a short time after that and until now there has not been another Dragon Mage. Records have pointed out that he was very powerful but nowhere near my level of ability. I have no answer as to why that is. It is just one more mystery out of many. Darla caught up to me after I had sat down to feed Karissa. She was about to knock when the tree opened the door to let her in. “My apologies for interrupting you! I was going through the scrolls and found something you might like to hear!” She watched as I fed Karissa and it was clear to me that there was a hole in her heart. She wanted children badly. Not being able to have children hurt both her and her life mate. “Come over here and sit for a minute. I don't bite, often!” She laughed about that one. “Sorry to stare. She is a treasure beyond price!” she sighed and then forced her self to get back to the subject. I was tired and so I leaned against one of the great silver wood trees for a moment. It touched me and showed me where to look for an answer in the scrolls! I dug through 13 scrolls and managed to piece together some information. Varda is not a place or a person! Varda is a race of people!” “Interesting! After you get some rest I want you and your pretty life mate to join me here. I have an idea I want to try and having the two of you here is the only way to do it! I promise on my word of honor that I am not going to hurt you or your life mate!” she relaxed at that point. “I'm a healer and I hate seeing anyone in pain! Now take Karissa for a moment for me. I need to change.” I handed Karissa to her gently then touched her shoulder and let the magic flow into her body to make the first of many changes she would need. “You need to learn how to feed a child so when you one day have one you know what to do!” I helped her and soon Karissa was happily nursing from her while I went to take care of the mess I was wearing. It seemed to take forever to get cleaned up but when I was done and changed I peeked around a corner to find Darla happily sitting in the rocking chair burping Karissa. “I never knew you could do that!” I took Karissa back from her and sent her off to bed before she fell over from exhaustion. “I figured you needed to learn the basics and what better way than this!” She joined me several hours later as I was talking with the great Silver wood tree. I had told it what she had told me and thanked it for helping. I also told t what I wanted to do. There were vague references in some of the old healing scrolls saying it could be done so I had to try. Join me in the pool after you have removed your clothes. You don't want such lovely leathers to get soaked do you?” They both laughed about that then joined me once they were completely nude. “I am going to attempt what has only been vaguely described in the ancient healing scrolls. It is difficult and I wanted you both in here if something goes wrong so the waters here can help me heal you if I need to. I put both of them to sleep and helped clear their minds of everything but their love of each other and their desire for a child. Great mother guide me and keep me from causing anyone any harm! They have a pain and I wish to try to heal it with your guidance.” As I slipped into a healing trance I could have sworn I heard a soft voice in my head replying. “You have only to ask dear child.” My magic flared to life and poured into the two of them. I changed their bodies and called out for a soul that embodied the best of all that being an elf means and what they mean to each other. The ritual of magic flowing through me seemed to last for days but I could not give up until their pain was healed. Once the last of the magic was finally used up I finally slipped out of my healing trance to find the Great Mother smiling at me and touching the two of them. “With each action you become more a true child of my heart! Your love of healing serves you well!” She reached down and touched me then faded away. The magic water of the pool helped to restore me and in turn allowed me to finish the last of the minor changes to the two before they woke up again. Darla and Alexin looked at me in shock a moment before Darla suddenly realized she was pregnant. “The Great Mother has guided my hand and has shown me what to do! It is through my hands that she worked on the two of you to bring life once more into this world! It is my belief that you will make great parents! Now go home and rest. Thank the Great Mother for allowing me the honor to be her hands!” they hugged me and made fast work of getting dressed and racing home where they were not likely to get any rest for a while. I stretched, yawned and climbed out of the pool. “Thank you Great Mother for guiding me in this healing! With your guidance, a great pain has been healed and replaced by a great joy and a new life!” After this I walked the short distance to the great silver wood tree and then inside of it to the little place it had shaped out for us to live in. Jarod joined me a little while later and he was exhausted. I had to help a couple of human girls get their wheel chairs untangled from a tangle weed vine. They had been discussing art with a couple of our people and never noticed the vine wrapping around their wheelchairs. They are fine and only in the chairs a few more weeks. Car accident broke their legs. One really good thing happened though to help them forget the pain in their legs. They bonded to a pair of guards who had come back in one of the other gates. I imagine that by now they are all four very happy and very busy!” I laughed and cuddled with him as Karissa continued to sleep peacefully. Larissa came looking for me the next day after I had just changed my daughter out of her night time diaper. I was about to sit and feed her when she came in holding Salamar in her arms. “I heard what you did yesterday! That was a very great thing you did! I have not seen them that happy since they first met and bonded about nine years ago. The healers have confirmed that Darla is indeed pregnant with a very healthy little boy.” “I had to do something! They were hurting so badly I could feel it constantly. They are lovely ladies and always helping where they can! They deserved a chance at happiness! They are going to make wonderful parents! It was not me that did the work though! I asked the Great Mother for her guidance and she guided me through it all step by tiny step until it was done! Without her guidance I could not have done it!” “She left her mark on you again I see. I like the ears! They look good on you! Your slightly tanned complexion suits you as well! You sure know how to impress her it seems.” I laughed as I felt my new ears. “I always wanted to be an elf! The Great Lady is granting that wish! Even without her mark, I would still continue to help and to heal!” “That is precisely why she likes you! You love being a healer and helping others! You give and love seeing people healthy and happy once more! Karissa is going to grow up to be a very interesting young lady I think! I heard that Darla found some information about Varda.” “She indeed did, Larissa! Varda were an ancient race of some kind! Darla and Alexin are scouring the archives now for all references of the Varda. They are going to copy out all the information on them and see what they can piece together. Hopefully we will know more in a few days. This alone helps us as we now know they were or are a people. So, how are things outside the realm?” The president has gone public with the news of the two who betrayed his trust. The entire confession under truth spell was given to the press so that everyone would know why he handed them over to us as a peace offering. He is still busy cleaning up the mess they made but with time, he will succeed! The prison camp where everyone was being detained and tortured was burned down. He lit the first torch and threw it in the gas soaked camp himself. “There have also been a large number of hate groups arrested as well for their part in the mess. He has made it very clear that anyone who tries even one stupid attempt to start a war will be shot. He has reached out to the dwarves and the dragons in an effort to start a peace conference. He also publicly credits you with healing him completely. You impressed him when you healed him after everything that had been done in his name. That act alone spoke huge volumes of the fact that we have no hate of them or desire for a war. There are also several medical doctors that want to talk with our healers and exchange ideas and ways of healing. I think you did more than enough to earn a rest! Harenda is off trying to teach some new students how to play music today so I get to spend more time with our son. That's a bonus in my opinion!” I laughed and teased her about him running off after she asked him to change their son! “It wasn't that bad! The tree will recover in time! You could only smell it for a few miles is all!” We both laughed and were soon discussing magic again. Once things calm down I want to get in some more practice, and if you are willing to teach me, I'd like to learn how you create healing energy with magic! I never know when that ability will come in handy! I also need a spell to make his diapers self changing!” That made me laugh. It wont help! They wait until we are tired and our noses extra sensitive, then they leave us those nice presents to smell! It's a baby conspiracy you know!” Larissa was taking a day off from being queen and letting Jorand handle things for the day. He had actually volunteered so that Larissa could spend time with her son and with Harenda. They had the afternoon planned to get together and spend time with just the three of them. Things were still chaotic outside but it was calming down. We knew that the Varda were an ancient race but that was all we knew about them. Everything else was a mystery still. It looked like things were finally going to calm down, but was this just the calm before the storm? How exactly were the Varda involved in all this mess recently and why? Still so many questions and so few answers. END EIGHT That's it for this chapter. I hope you folks enjoyed it. As always, thank you for reading this story to this point. In the next chapter we learn more about the Varda from the dragons. The questions of why the varda are involved and just exactly who they are will be answered a bit more in the next chapter. Is this the calm before the storm or is peace finally going to be a reality? Again, thank you for reading this story. All comments and questions welcomed.

I've had a few messages asking if this story was still alive and if I was planning to write more of it and trust me, the story is still going, but sadly the Covid19 chaos, have been effecting my everyday life and put a lot of stress on me, so my time and energy have not been spent on writing. My country is now almost on a complete lockdown, school, bars and most shops are now closed and I'm expecting my place of employment to close down too. But hey, maybe that will give me 14 days with a lot of free time on my hand And speaking of which. Here ya go: Chapter 7: To avoid another argument and scolding, I did as I was told and started bringing the damn bag with me every time I left the house. I made sure to leave it in the car, when going out shopping or doing anything else outside the house. It seemed stupid and pointless, but I knew Mom had made up her made and another discussion would simply lead to another lose on my behalf. But one day the bag did come into play. Having been sent to the store one afternoon to do some basic grocery shopping, which included buying more power, oil and wipes for myself, I was making my way out the supermarket, well knowingly that I has used my diaper not only on the way to the store, but also while browsing through the aisles, trying to find everything on my shopping list. Both wettings had seemed rather small and was quickly absorbed into the soft padding of my plastic underwear, which is why as I was leaving the store and hit by the feeling of a full bladder once again, I did not think a second about and as I was making my way across the parking lot towards the car, I went through the process that had become almost second nature and simply held my breath for a brief moment, allowing my muscles to relax and my bladder to let loose. Within seconds of my bladder letting go, I was hit with a feeling I knew too well. Not the feeling of my diaper soaking up the warm urine, that had already happened. Not the feeling of my bladder emptying and my diaper swelling up around my groin, that had already happened. The feeling that hit me, was the feeling of my pants soaking. The feeling of warm urine leaking out the side of my diaper and slowly running down my leg. Without a second thought and without even having a quick look at the damage I had caused, as soon as the flow of urine stopped, I set out in an all-out sprint. I could see the car; it was only a few 100 meters away. I did not have time to see if anyone had seen me standing there in the middle of the parking lot, pissing myself so badly, that my diaper had leaked. The only thing on my mind, was getting to the safety of the car. I reached it within seconds and while gasping for air I threw the grocery bag into the front seat, before throwing myself after it, landing with a splat on the seat and slamming the door behind me. My heartbeat was through the roof, I was gasping for air, on the verge of a mental breakdown as I looked down myself, my pants completely soaked from the crotch and down both legs. If anyone had seen me, it would have been very clear, what had happened to me. My eyes started to swell up, on the verge of tears, I tried to compose myself, trying to take deep breath, trying to get my breathing, body and emotions under control. I was edging on a complete panic attack, as I was hyperventilating in the front seat of the car. My aspect of time disappeared for that moment. I don’t know how long I was sitting in the front seat, trying to calm myself, trying to avoid going completely hysteric and having a full blown breakdown right then and there. But the reality of my soaked pants turning old and irritating my skin, brought me back. Using the sleeve of my shirt, I whipped the snot and few tears away from my face, tried taking in a deep breath and compose myself, before awkwardly sliding between the two front seats and into the backseat, where my diaper bag was located. Opening up the bag, I damn near threw all the content onto the back seat and started the process of removing my soaked jeans, tossing and turning in the back of the car, trying to peel them off my legs, exposing my soaked diaper, while praying that nobody would pass by the car at that moment and see me, now sitting naked in the backseat surrounded by everything you would need to change a baby out of their spoiled diaper and into a fresh new one. Cleaning myself and putting on a new diaper and pants in the backseat wasn’t easy and it didn’t turn out great or pretty. But after tossing and turning for what seemed like half an hour, I was finally back in a dry diaper and more importantly a dry pair of pants. I threw the soaked diaper and jeans into a plastic bag and dumped it onto the floor of the car, before slithering back into the front seat and fired up the engine, wanting to get home as quick as possible, hoping for this nightmare to end as I reached the safety of home. I felt like I was dreaming on the way home, everything felt so surreal and I believe I was still in a state of emotional shock, as I arrived in the driveway and headed straight inside, not even bothering to bring the groceries, my diaper bag or used diaper and spoiled jeans with me. Upon entering the house, I almost bumped into Mom who was in the middle of cleaning up. “Hey Honey, how did it go.” Noticing the lack of groceries with me, she gave me a confused look. “Where are the groceries and your diaper bag. Are you okay?” the motherly and concerned tone in her voice, must have tricked something in my brain as I completely broke down, then and there. Tears rolling down my face, completely unable to control my emotions, as snot and saliva started to flow from my nose and mouth. “Oh honey, it’s okay.” She quickly embraced me, allowing my face to be buried into her chest, as I continued to cry my eyes out, gasping for air between my cries. “Sh,sh,sssshhh. It’s okay honey, it’s okay. Did you have a big accident, is that what happened?” She could already tell, what had happened, due to the fact that I was wearing different pants, despite me being unable to explain the situation, due to hyperventilating. The result of my unstable emotional state, resulted in a complete lack of body control, as I flooded my diaper, while embracing my Mom and as a result of a terrible diaper job in the back of the car, once again leaked and sent a warm flow of urine running down my legs and onto the floor. “Oh honey, look at you. You’re a real mess, you’re leaking all over the floor.” Despite me now standing in a puddle of urine, she did not let go, allowing me to sob into her chest, until my breathing finally slowed and I started to calm down, as I regained my ability to breath and speak. “I’m so, so sorry. I leaked at the store and had to change in the car and it was just, it was just, it was just so HARD.” I was on the verge of breaking down again and she quickly caught that. “its’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’ll get everything from the car and take care of all of this. Just go to your room, try to calm down and clean yourself up.” While still gasping for air and sniffing heavily, trying to stop snot from running down my face, I let go of my Mom and so did she, as we went in separate directions passing each other, her heading to the car and me heading straight to my room. Entering the safety of my bedroom, I ripped off my pants, shirt, socks and tore the diaper off almost in a fit of rage, curling it all together, while walked straight towards the bathroom, naked as the day I was born. In there I hurled the diaper into the diaper pail and threw all my clothes into the washing machine, slamming the door on it, as hard as I could. While showing off, tears once again started running down my face, as I leaned against the wall. The day had been so humiliating, the loss of control and being unable to fix anything by myself, had been a real tipping point. Luckily nobody had seen me embarrass and wetting myself in the middle of the carpark and despite wetting all over the floor and making a real mess, Mom had not seemed mad or angry with me. After showing in what seemed like forever, scrubbing every part of my body, trying to wash of the embarrassment, I went back to my bedroom and diapered myself once again, taking really good care to make sure the diaper was on perfectly, not wanting to have the embarrassment of the day repeat itself anytime in the near future. Afterwards I let my head hit the pillow, planning to just take a quick nap, trying to rest up and forget everything that just happened. As my eyes got heavy and I sank into a deep comfortable sleep.

(Nearing the end! This is the first part of the last chapter. Thank you all for reading what is now my longest story, as always I hope you like it and would appreciate any comments or critiques. I apologize for any changes in style after over a year between the first and last parts lol) Jessica lounged on the ground, lazily piling blocks into towers and knocking them back down. It passed the time slowly, but it was better then nothing."No, see? If you don't hit them, they can stay up longer! Now you try!" the sickeningly sweet voice of Valerie, her current caretaker, said. She bent down beside Jessica and piled some of the blocks to demonstrate. Jessica glared at her. She patted Jessica's head, then moved on.Jessica would have said something, but she knew it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere. With her pacifier in her mouth, any arguing would only end with corner times. Even if they listened to her, the only result would be them smiling and nodding, patting her head for being a good baby and sharing her ideas, then leaving things exactly as they were while giggling about it behind her back. Jessica remembered watching a movie where a man was being tricked into an insane asylum and realized that once he was in there was no way out, because any argument he didn't belong there would just sound like more signs of mental illness. Well, here it was the same, except instead of sounding crazy, any of her arguments were treated like the babbling of a baby. She could wax poetic as long as she wanted, and they'd pat her head, give her a teddy bear, and wonder if her whining meant she wanted a bottle or a diaper change. Never would they consider it a reason for her to get out.The "here" she wanted out of was the same nursery she'd been in almost every school day now for... months? Years? She couldn't tell. It was where she stayed when she wasn't at home, sleeping in a crib and crawling around a playpen. It was good for her, they said, a place to be with people her own "age." "Assigned age" might be more accurate, "level" was what they called it. The actual age of the people she was meant to be on level with made her shudder."OOO GAA."Jessica looked to her left where a baby- an actual baby- was crawling toward her. The room was full of them, ranging from the smallest newborns to toddlers taking their first steps. They all seemed perfectly at home in the massive nursery. Painted in bright rainbow colors and cartoon characters, and filled with cribs, high chairs, rockers and stuffed animals, with nurses walking around feeding bottles to the babies, it was perfectly suited for the intended residents. In this world, that included Jessica. Each of the babies, as well as Jessica, were dressed in simple t-shirts, exposed diapers, and bonnets, a fact that put Jessica uncomfortably close to their level. She sat up, hoping to at get some height on them.A nurse was coming around checking diapers, tapping each baby on the back panel and front before opening them to check inside. Jessica closed her eyes and prayed she'd avoid her."AH!" she gasped as a cold hand opened her diaper and the other pushed her forward. She bit down hard on her pacifier. Watching the nurse go from infant to infant then arrive at Jessica and treat her in exactly the same way always got to her, no matter how long she spent in this bizarre world."All clean!" the nurse proclaimed, giving her a congratulatory pat on the head. She looked at the baby beside her. "Why don't you play with little Melly? I bet you two would get a long. I saw you trying to talk to Mark earlier, but he's almost a toddler, so he's a bit too advanced for you."Jessica could have cried. The person in question, Mark, had come up to ask her why someone her size was still in diapers and in the nursery. She tried to look away and ignore him, and was punished for being anti-social."Are you still having trouble with those blocks?" the nurse asked. "Here, play with these." She handed Jessica and Melly identical stuffed rabbits. Melly cooed over it and began biting its ear. "See? She's got the hang of it. You two have fun, I have more diapers to check." Jessica grunted. She grabbed the rabbit by the head and threw it on the ground in front of her. She immediately knew she would regret it, bu"Jessica! That is now how we play with our toys!" the nurse said, returning. She picked up the rabbit and handed it back to her. "See? Even Melly gets it." Melly was making the rabbit bounce accross the ground. "Honestly I don't know what to do with you. Come here."She grabbed Jessica by the wrist and pulled her up. "MMM MMM!" Jessica shook her head, pigtails flying, as she was dragged toward the spanking bench. "No!" She said finally, and again winced as she realized she had broken another rule.The nurse rounded on Jessica and put a finger in her face. "Now. First of all, we don't throw toys. Next, we don't argue with grown ups. Then, we don't speak with pacis in our mouths. Finally, if you can't walk, we can restrict you to crawling again. Want that?"Jessica shook her head."How many strikes is that?"Jessica held up three fingers. She wasn't expected to use numbers, the nurses used fingers when talking to her.The nurse rolled her eyes. "No, this many." She held up four. Jessica winced, she hadn't counted the pulling as a strike since the nurse treated it as a mistake, but she could tell the nurse took it as her not counting properly. "For that, forty spanks, then corner time. Come on.""MMMM MMM!" Jessica whined as she was dragged to the spanking bench. A heavy wooden chair with no sides, it was made specifically to accommodate one adult with another hung over their lap, and was used almost exclusively for Jessica. Of all the things they decided she wasn't too small for, they still considered her big enough to take a mature number of spanks.The nurse say down and pulled Jessica over. She didn't resist, it was a position she was all to used to, and knew better then to fight back."EEEP!" Jessica shouted. The first smack barely made an impact, but she knew it was getting worse. They always kept her diapers on now for spankings, not expecting her to be mature enough to control herself even that long, but after the first few spanks, she barely noticed the extra protection. The pain began to mount, and Jessica began to cry.It was almost daily now they had some reason to spank her. The other day she had dropped a bottle when they unexpectedly decided to let her hold it on her own making it spill- a mistake they wouldn't be making again, they told her. The day before she had sat right down after the diaper checker informed her she was messy, after they had told her she could try keeping it safe after being checked so she didn't make more work for the changer. Aside from that, there were tantrums, arguing, not getting along with her 'equals,' the list went on.The spanking was nearing its end, and Jessica was sobbing openly. It came almost naturally now, she had long since given up hiding her tears during punishments. The nurse picked her up and sat her on her lap. She stroked Jessica's back and rocked her to calm her crying. "Honestly, I don't know what we are going to do with you. You just don't seem to be learning! Even with just the time you've been here, you should be approaching toddler level, but you seem to be falling even further back."Jessica sobbed again, and the nurse wiped her tears."Don't worry sweetheart, we'll think of something. There is a place for everyone here. Maybe they are right about you."Jessica looked up at her, question in her eyes.The nurse saw the look and patted her head. "Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about. Just grown ups talking."

Chapter Five The rest of the day, it was hard for me to concentrate. Whenever someone came into my office afterward, I was short with them and had then left as soon as possible. I’m sure rumors were going on that I was royally pissed off, and someone was about to get fired. But that was the farthest from the truth. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Patrick standing over me, that look upon his face as he wiped my bottom clean. My cheeks start to burn, and my dick starts to twitch. He said he would be telling my mommy about what happened, but would the results be good or more torture? I bit my lip. I could hardly handle the anticipation any longer. The day dragged on, but eventually, it hit 6:00 PM. “Are you ready to go home?” I lifted my head to see my wife as well as my assistant lingering by the door. “Yes, Miss. Lovell, is there something you need?” “Oh, yes, sorry.” She replied quickly, walking over to my desk and setting some papers down, “just handing in the paperwork you asked me to look through.” “Thank you,” I said as I grabbed the papers and placed them in their rightful spot. “Have a good night, sir, and you too, ma’am.” She said as she motioned herself towards my wife before quickly walking out the door. Jennifer shut the door behind her. “She’s really cute,” she said with a smirk before turning back to me, “had a fun day?” “You could say that…” I mumbled under my breath as I gathered my things. I could hardly look at her in the face. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.” She said as she rocked on her heels. “I thought he told you…” “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you to tell me.” She retorted back. I blushed, turning my face from her as I finished getting my stuff ready. “Ready?” She asked, and I nodded my head as the two of us walked out of my office. “We are going out to dinner tonight,” My wife said as soon as we got into the car. “What? I thought that was this weekend.” I said, remembering the dinner party she mentioned yesterday. “No,” she said with a shake of her head, “that is for Janice and Tony’s anniversary. We are meeting up Sarah and Gregory.” “Oh,” I said with a sigh, they were longtime friends of ours. Gregory was one of my and Patrick’s good friends in college, and Sarah was one of my wife’s good friends. We all knew each other before we got married, “that’s okay with me.” My wife intertwined her fingers with mine and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. We remained silent for the rest of the trip home. “Let me check your diaper,” my wife said as soon as we entered our home, having hardly shut the door behind her. I blushed as I nodded my head, biting my tongue as she reached over, pulled my belt off, and then pulled at my pants, peeking inside. “Oh, you’re not too wet,” she mused to herself, “I believe we will keep you in these while at dinner.” “But…” I said with a blush but bit my tongue when she gave me a look. “Hush,” She said before pointing to the couch, “but before we go, there is something I need to take care of first.” “What is that?” “Just do as I say, I’ll be right back.” She left to retreat into the bedroom, and I obeyed and sat on the couch, trying to figure out what was going to happen. She returned a moment later with something in her hand. “Here we go, I think this should make you be on your best behavior tonight.” She replied with a grin as she held up a black butt plug. I shrunk on the couch as I turned my head away from her. “Lay down,” she commanded, and I did as she told me to do. She slipped down my pants and opened up the diaper, making sure not to rip the tabs. “Lift your legs, little boy,” she said and as I did as I said. She then placed the tip of the butt plug right against my ass, before sliding it in. I closed my eyes tightly as it slid right in with no trouble. She taped up my diaper and patted it. I shifted my weight, the feeling of the butt plug inside of me. “You ready to go now?” She asked me. “I need to freshen up real quick.” I nodded my head as I sat up, but did not speak. My wife soon left the room once more as I sat on the couch and waited, in my wet diaper, with the butt plug. “Alright, let’s go.” She came back wearing a tight black dress that showed her cleavage and all assets. I bit my lip but nodded my head as I got up and wrapped my arm around her. The restaurant was the sort of kind you either needed to know connections or had to put your name for the waitlist months in events. It had a modern take upon it, with an upstairs with a large aquarium. “Jennifer! Ross!” We turned towards the par where we saw her college friends Sarah and Gregory. Gregory was a skinny man, his hair was receding a bit, and he was wearing thick glasses. He was the smartest person in our group and ran a tech company. His wife Sarah had short blonde hair, large breast, and a slim figure. From the outside looking in, one would probably think Sarah was only after Gregory’s money, but there was genuine love there. Sarah was a fashion designer who made a killing all on her own. She doted on her husband and their new child. “How are you doing? How is little Jeremy doing?” Jennifer asked as she hugged her friend and kissed her on the cheek. “Swimmingly,” Sarah said with a smile, “he is now six months old, he’s so adorable.” “I’m sure he is!” “Your table is ready for you,” one of the waiters said, and they soon followed him to a small table closest to the fish tank. The beautiful fish swimming about, I sat down by my wife, feeling the butt plug inch it’s the way a bit more into me. I began to look over the menu as my wife and Sarah began to talk up a storm. Before long our waiter had come and took our drink orders, I order a bourbon. The first part of the evening was not eventful. We talked about what was going on, college days, the dinner party they were supposed to attend that weakened. The drinks soon came, and everyone loosened up and had a good time. At one point, right before our food arrived, I felt my diaper swell up a bit more as I wet it. I shifted my weight as my wife looked at me. She soon reached over and grabbed hold of my hand. “Please excuse us; we need to go to the restroom, isn’t that right darling?” She asked as she looked at me; I lowered my head and nodded. Sarah and Gregory smiled and waved us off. My wife helped me up, and we made our way to the bathrooms, thankfully there was a family restroom. “It’s a good thing I decided to bring your backpack filled with supplies,” Jennifer said as she opened it up and began to pull out a clean diaper. “You could have done that more discreetly,” I muttered to myself. “Why?” Jennifer asked when soon there was a knock on the door. “It’s me,” the voice called from the other side, it was Sarah. “No, wait!” I tried to speak out, but my wife opened the door anyway. “I was wondering if I could help,” Sarah said with a gleam in her eyes, “motherly instincts are kicking in, and I was informing Gregory before you guys came that my breasts were swollen and he just told me now that perhaps we both could benefit…” Jennifer smiled brightly as she nodded her head, turning to look at me, but I turned and looked away, my cheeks were burning red as Sarah walked into the bathroom and Jennifer closing the door behind her.

Love to be stuck at home, but on the front line dealing with the panic stricken. Never had to don so much protective gear in my life. People I work with are also wearing, and some are kinda envious of me. Could never get out of this garb fast enough to void if it wasn't for the diapers.

Okay good folks. Hang on for a bumpy ride! Here is part six for you good folks to read. As promised, a few minor hints as to who is behind things have been added in to the story. Fasten your seat belts because here we go. SIX “I would eventually like to have children but for now I do not have the money to support a family. At least now I know why I lost all my control. It makes me angry to think that they did this to me intentionally as a form of revenge. Did they even stop to consider the consequences or did they even care? A part of me wants to hunt them down and get even but what difference would it make?” Jorand hugged me and then held me a moment as I calmed down. “Revenge will wait. My revenge will be to live my life and make sure this never happens to anyone else if I can prevent it! One day their actions and superiority attitudes will come back to bite them as it were. I hope I get to see it when it happens.” The queen talked with me at great length about my magic and how it worked then asked for Larissa to play and see just what effect it had on her and everything when she played. Larissa picked up her small harp and began playing. It surprised us all when Harenda began playing a small wooden flute in a tune that complimented the tune that Larissa was playing. It sounded lovely and the queen looked all around as everything seemed to take on a glow and began growing at a slightly accelerated rate except for the silverwood tree. The tree shivered a moment then began to grow another couple of feet as magic poured into it. To everyone present it the magic flow of the weave was highly visible as the two of them played. The two of them finished the tune and we all smiled at them. “Never in all my years have I heard such lovely music and to have magic flow in time with it is simply amazing. Jorand leaned against the tree while holding me. A moment later he was holding a piece of the tree that had been given to him while a branch touched his shoulder gently. Jorand smiled, closed his eyes and began working his wood shaping talent on the silverwood that had been freely given to him to shape. The queen watched and smiled as he worked on shaping the wood. Within minutes it was a flute and still he continued to shape the wood carefully until it was covered in intricate patterns intertwined with ancient magical runes. “The tree would like you to have this flute, Harenda. The designs on the outside along with the runes were my idea. The are nothing very powerful, but they preserve the wood and the magic in it so the flute never goes out of tune.” Before leaving the queen borrowed the book she called the dragon's codex one more time. She whispered something to it then handed it back to me gently. “It is indeed the Dragon's Codex. I asked it for proof and it changed enough of the words to elven that I was able to understand it before the words changed back to their original language. This Codex is the accumulation of all the magic that the dragons and Dragon Mages have learned through their lifetimes. Once you have learned what it has to teach you then you will eventually write your own findings into the book and they will forever be a part of the Codex and the knowledge passed down to the next one to be the Dragon Mage.” “I think I would very much like to learn more about healing and pass on what I can to the future so the knowledge of medicine and ways to use magic to help others is not lost for all time. To me this is more valuable than any spell that causes destruction or maims someone.” The queen smiled again. “This is why you were chosen. You want to help people and not have to hurt them. Had your intentions been to gather and mass power so that you could use it to force your will upon others, the Codex would not have chosen you. Perhaps once things have calmed down, you will come and read from the ancient scrolls in our collection and learn what we know of healing and of the Codex. Now that we all of us have more information I am happy to see my son happy and to know that my daughter will soon bring a new life into the world and that one day you too will have a chance to bear children. Jorand, your ability to shape the wood is a minor talent, but you have proven that even a minor talent can be used in surprising ways. I would like to stay longer and see what all of you are capable of but my time here grows short and I must return to the duties of running a kingdom. The meeting of all of the rulers from every nation begins in just a few days and with a bit of work we can all find out who is behind this mess. There have been more attacks but so far all of us have agreed to not blame others until there is real proof. I must go back now before some foolish person burns down half my kingdom.” When the queen and her group left I felt a little bit too tired to continue on with any more magic lessons for the day and simply relaxed while listening to Larissa and and her life mate play music. Two hours later we al left the peace gardens feeling relaxed and not quite so jumpy. This was also a good time for me to go get changed so there would not be a risk of me leaking. Better to change it now than to wait a few more hours like a fool and have it leak. With my diaper change done it was time to settle down and check the want adds one more time then get some studying done. The want adds were a waste of time. The only places hiring were food places and me being incontinent ruled out me working even as a wage slave in a fast food place. To take the edge off of my frustration I simply buried myself in my homework until it was all done. I finally came up for air at about 10:45 in the night. Jorand put an arm around me and it helped to erase some of the tensions. “Change, and then come to bed. You need the sleep and more studying can wait until later.” He was right. He held me gently as we laid down together and before I knew it, it was morning again. On Saturday I managed to earn a little money helping to move a young couple into their house. She was very pregnant and he had a bad knee so they needed the help. Four hours of work and $50.00 later I was in the local drugstore buying two more bags of supplies and then across the street at the grocery store buying some food. Jorand joined me at the drugstore and at the grocery store. As we passed down one aisle I over heard a couple of girls talking about how they'd like to bond with some of the cute elf boys they from their school. “That would be a dream come true for me, but they never bond with anyone that is not an elf, damn the luck!” The two girls came around the corner as Jorand and I were sneaking a quick kiss. We have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. The two of them stared at us for a moment before we noticed them. Jorand saw them and chuckled. “The bond does happen between elf and human on occasion, but it is rare. It happened to me and I am happier now than I have ever been.” It surprised me when one of them recognized Jorand. “You're the elf queen's son! Does she know that you are bonded to a human girl?” “She knows. She is happy that I have finally found someone perfect for me. Perhaps instead of just staring and drooling over the gentlemen you like you should try to talk with them. Who knows, you might find yourselves with some cute boyfriends or even just good friends at the least.” As the days towards final began to creep closer Courtney and her friends constantly attempted to goad me into a fight with numerous insults. It was so tempting to hurt them but my better half reminded me that it was not worth the problems it would cause. Three days before finals she got stupid after coming back from a hate meeting off campus. She attempted to attack Jorand and Larissa with help from about ten others. I was stuck in classes when it happened or Courtney would have been in for a world of hurt. I had just finished the last problem in the test when the sudden heavy pull of magic from the weave got my attention. Explosions shook the building and the lights dimmed for a second. A mind call hit me like a bat to the head. “Help! Fire! Pain! Darkness! Varda! Varda!” the call was so strong it staggered me and two others who were sensitive to it. It did not take me more than a millisecond to know it was the silverwood tree and that it was in danger. Without giving any explanation I was out of my seat and running for the exit as fast as my feet could carry me. Outside a number of others were working at getting the door to the peace garden open while a few more of them carried fire extinguishers. The door had been magically sealed and I was able to see the runes someone had inscribed into the door with a vanishing spell cast on them to make them invisible to normal eyesight. It did not take long to disrupt the runes on the door, perhaps two seconds. The door gave way and a wall of fire greeted the first ones to get the door open. Within minutes the wall of fire had been beaten back. It did not stay back though. As more people came it roared back to life and attempted to burn everyone it could. Someone was manipulating the fire and feeding it with magic. I grabbed an elf and a dwarf and yanked them back at the last instant or the fire would have incinerated them where they stood with empty extinguishers. It was not looking good until a wall of water began to sweep through the garden, extinguishing the fire as it went. Unfortunately the fire sprang back up behind the moving wall of water and began to burn everything it could. Everyone kept throwing spells at the fire to attempt to hold it back from the tree that was irreplaceable. Silverwood trees are rare and most of them are sentient. Outside of the elven forests they were rarely ever seen. The dwarven stone obelisk had been smashed to rubble despite it's solid construction and dwarven enchantments on it. The dragon statue stood strong against the fire but it had been made from the stone from an enchanted volcano in order to make it nearly indestructible. It would take a tank blasting it to even chip it. The ground around the dragon statue was clear and untouched by the fire. Someone wanted us to believe the dragons had done this. Fire hoses were quickly brought to the area and still everyone poured their magic into saving the tree from the fire that attempted to reach past a wall of water and burn it to ash. It spooked everyone that the fire was all black and acted like a living thing possessed of intelligence and a single minded determination. The fire suddenly lashed out at one of the students spraying water on it. The girl screamed in pain as the fire grabbed her and began to burn her to death. I could almost swear I heard it laugh for a brief instant. The girl screamed in pain as the fire began to break through her shield spells. It was worth the risk of being outed so I poured magic into her shield spell to strengthen it. The fire dropped the girl and lashed out at me next until it hit my own shield spell and stopped dead in it's tracks. “You have had your fun, now begone back to whatever layer of hell you came from!” It hurt when the thing formed a single pillar and lashed out at me. Fire spewed in a straight line from the pillar to my face only to be stopped mere inches by my shield. “You are a dark summoning of forbidden magic and have no place in this world!” The thing screamed as I poured more magic into surrounding it with a wave of super cold air that held no oxygen in it. Within minutes it was gone and all that was left behind was a normal fire that was easily knocked down. The tree was badly burned and it would likely die from the fire having destroyed most of it. Ignoring the tree I picked up the girl off the ground and was relieved to find only minor burns on her skin where it had started to somehow feed off her own magic to get to her. She was out cold but otherwise unharmed. More water was sprayed on the tree to make sure nothing remained of the fire that had burned it. It was horrible for me to see as tears clouded my vision. The pain of the tree drew me forward to it. Placing my hands on the burned and scorched surface of the tree the pain hit me even harder. I screamed and poured all of my will into healing the tree somehow. More people joined in and placed their hands on the poor tree as they poured magic into it. How long I stood under that tree and refused to let go I have no idea. All that mattered was fighting back the darkness that had been placed inside of it by someone wanting to make sure it died. I woke up feeling the limbs of the tree wrapping around me and pouring it's own special magic into me. In turn I used this magic to further heal the tree and fight off the darkness that slowly retreated from the tree and faded to nothing. The embrace of the tree felt coo and soothing as it worked a change of some type on me as it's own way of thanking me for helping to save it. When the tree and I finally retreated from our bond it was no longer in danger of something hurting it. My entire body felt like it had been running on empty for a week and if Jorand had not been there my body would have found the ground painfully. The moment he had me in his arms I felt better and right. He was my anchor to life when stress made me almost feel like quitting at times. In his arms nothing was too difficult for me to face. He kissed me and carried me to the dorm room where he stayed by my side the entire time I slept and the magic in me finished adapting to the changes the tree had made to me. “Welcome back to the land of the living. You really pushed yourself hard this time fighting that darkness elemental and then healing the tree. I like the new eyes by the way. You are going to get everyone's attention now for sure. He held up a mirror and my eyes had a silver tint to them now. A set of narrow silver colored tattoos ran down the sides of my face as well. I liked the new look but I don't know why I did. “You've been asleep for about 12 hours. The others woke up long ago but you were bound to the tree and it to you for a long time.” “It was poisoned by a magical sickness of some kind. I fought a hard battle to banish and destroy the dark sickness trying hard to consume it. I'm crazy I guess, but I'm drawn to pain and suffering. I can't help but want to heal it al the time. That's why I want to be a doctor. That way I can help everyone, and the hell with money and talent status! I wont be like the other arrogant and greedy doctors out there!” “Of that I have no doubt! The moment I laid eyes on you I knew everything about you somehow. I was drawn to you and couldn't have resisted even if had foolishly wanted to! You have the same idea about helping and caring that I do. My mother called me a dreamer but what is wrong with wanting to help others? There are better things than money and power in this life. If taking the throne would allow me to share our ideas on everything with so many others then I would do so. Now lay back and let me change you real fast. He unfolded one of my diapers and mad me laugh by attempting to put it on my feet. “You mean it doesn't go there? Oops. I'll get it right yet, I think. I stopped his goofing off by kissing him and making him forget about the diaper for a few hours. Why I was so aroused and wanting him in me so badly was a mystery at the time. Who was I to argue what I always loved with him and what he so loved doing with me as well. Larissa returned to the dorm room with her better half and they got one quick whiff of the scents in the air. Larissa and Harenda smiled and covered us up with a blanket as I had barely the strength left to get a diaper on after making love to Jorand so intensely and with such unbridled lust. I was barely awake when she covered me up and surprised me with an elven blessing spell. The two of them quietly played the harp and his silverwood flute for some time as I fell into a deep and restful sleep. When I woke up the next morning I attacked Jorand again like a hungry animal. Larissa found this amusing and teased us both about it when we finally came up for air about two in the afternoon. “It took the two of you long enough to complete the bond! We did it right away like most of us do, but you two are so darned stubborn that you waited until now! Let me guess, you had to explain it to him. She dodged a pillow Jorand threw at her. “He needed no explanations! He did everything beyond what I could have ever imagined! I think the tree did something else to me too. Nothing bad, mind you, just it's idea of a gift for refusing to quit until it was fully healed and in no danger of not making it.” “You mean besides the magical markings on your face and body? I covered the two of you up last night as you were about half dead from exhaustion. The markings go all the way down your body and even onto your feet. It looks nice on you though.” “My eyes changed as well.” She looked and smiled. Now that is really nice! It all looks good on you though! Everyone that helped heal the tree was given a minor mark and a minor blessing as well from the tree.” “So what was that minor spel you cast on me last night? I was too tired to ask.” She blushed a little. “I was being a goof off and cast a fertility blessing on you. It's a minor blessing and allows a baby to more easily find it's talent when born. I couldn't resist. That's likely why you attacked my brother this morning when you woke up.” I laughed about it. I'm not arguing it. That is one very fine way to start a day out to my way of thinking. If I get pregnant and it turns out to be dragons then you are guarding the eggs while I attend classes! Does anyone know who started the fire?” She shook her head. No one knows who did it or why. You did keep saying one warning in your sleep though and it scares all of us. “You kept saying we were all on the naughty list!” She barely dodged my last pillow. “I should never have told you the myth about Santa Clause!” She laughed and handed me back my pillows. It surprised me to see her finally starting to show a little. “How is your little one doing?” She smiled and put my hand on her belly. The baby moved a little and it made me smile. The little one is definitely moving around a bit now. Can't say much more without a magical scan to find out if it's a manticore or a just a troll.” After finally getting changed and getting up for the day I found my final check in the mailbox. The warehouse was being rebuilt but until it was done in about 18 months no one was going to be working at the place except construction workers. They had found the pieces of the bomb used to blow the place up and confirmed that the dragon had been an illusion spell to throw off the investigators. Whoever had planned the mess had not counted on the investigators requesting a dragon help figure out who was trying to frame them for the attack. My boss had been found by firefighters, along with four others when they pulled a semi trailer away from the ruined dock. She and a few others had been cut off form the exits so they took shelter in an empty trailer waiting to be loaded. The total body count from the bomb was 12 humans, nine dwarves and 10 elves. Everyone wanted to find out who was responsible and teach them a lesson. I want first shot at the one who planned the attack. What I will do to that person is something no doctor will ever be able to fix. I also wanted to find who set the garden on fire and summoned that dark elemental thing. I was going to have to do some research it seems. My last check was enough to buy me a case of diapers and help me put food in my stomach which even now was rumbling loudly and demanding food. I ate a small snack to silence my stomach's rumblings then talked with the fire investigators. They found my new facial and body marking interesting along with my new eye color. “We were hoping you might have an idea, ma'am.” “I have none, unfortunately. My life mate and his sister called the fire thing a dark elemental. I've studied a lot of magic books and never heard of anything like that. I'm also confused as to how I heard the tree calling out in pain and fear.” “You have the gift of languages don't you?” “Yes I do. I'm also a class one physical adept with a minor talent towards healing through my adept abilities.” The healing through your adept abilities is an empathic talent and it enabled you and a few others to hear the tree crying out in pain and fear.” We talked for an hour and he suggested getting a magical checkup to see what else the tree may have gifted me with for helping to save it. All four of us went shopping for some more food and a few school supplies as well. “Larissa, you're familiar with ancient words a bit. What is Varda” “No clue. It's an old sounding word though. Likely something not used anymore.” “Guess I'll have to look it up. The tree called it out twice during the fire and I was curious if the word meant anything to you.” After grabbing some groceries and we made a stop off for more diapers for me. This part always bothers me. You would think it would not bother me after so much time but it does. Every time I have to change or buy more it reminds me of just how much I hate Courtney for what she and her parents did to me. It does not help to have some punk kids maybe about 14 or 15 snickering when I pick up two or three bags and haul them to the checkout line. This is the one stop I always hate making. It never fails that someone is always around to laugh or point at me when they see me buying diapers for myself. Today was a bad day in this aspect. Some chick with a pale complexion, a Mohawk, piercings, and a black leather outfit laughed at me. “Hey baby! You really should try potty training if you ever hope to snag a man!” It made me want to hit her. She saw Jorand as he found a magazine he had been looking for and all but drooled on the floor over him. I got my revenge when he came over hugged me and kissed me. “I'm not looking for anyone. I have my life mate right here. I love him and he loves me so why look for second best when you already have the very best.” Jorand smiled then turned and looked at her. I see a goth punk reject snuck out of it's hole. Maybe I should call the mind healers guild and let them know where to find their escaped patient.” We paid for my diapers and left but not before I had a bit of fun for her teasing remark. It had to be very embarrassing to have your jeans fall down and reveal wet panties. I'm sure she'll get over it in a few weeks when her control returns. It was wrong but sometimes the wrong thing is the right thing to do to teach others about being jerks. At least she will have an idea of what it's like to have the same issues I have. I could have made it permanent but that would mean sinking to her level of immaturity and being a bully. Not going to happen. I have no desire to ever be a bully after having been the victim of one for most my life. Again, it makes me really almost want to lash out at Courtney, parents, and the greedy doctors. We made it back with a few people stopping to stare at me as walked the nine blocks to the campus. The silver, scrolling designs on my face and body as well as my silver tinted eyes draw a lot of attention. One lady actually stopped and complimented me on the tattoo work. When she saw my eyes she was surprised for a moment. “Are those some special contact lenses that give your eyes that look, ma'am?” It made me smile and since she was being very nice and polite I explained how I had received the changes that I also liked. “That is truly a wonder! I have only seen one silverwood tree in my entire life! I know they are rare and only a very few are planted outside the elven nations! You are truly a wonder ma'am. I hope you and your life mate have strong, healthy, and wonderful children some day.” Her bus showed up and she smiled at us before getting on it. There are a lot of jerks out there in the world, but the good people seem to be helping to make up for them. That kind lady left me feeling happy despite the run in with the brat at the drug store. It makes me feel there is still hope for this world and that if someone like her can see past the stupidity and go out of their way to cheer someone up then perhaps the peace conference has a chance of preventing a war. Larissa spent most of her free time in the peace garden with Harenda. Their music was helping to bring the gardens back to their former appearance before someone tried to destroy them. I showed her a few new things with magic every day and then let her practice on her own. I found out that the tree had marked 12 of us that had gone out of our way to pump healing magic into it. Of the 12 of us, I had the most extensive markings. Two weeks before finals Jorand made me get seen by a doctor for my constant nausea. He kept fussing until I gave in. Larissa teased me about being pregnant and that I was going to lay clutch of dragon eggs. In the end it too Jorand, Larissa, and Harlenda to make me consent to being seen by a doctor. I expected to just go to the one on campus but even she put her foot down and called in a few favors. Larissa's mother and her royal physicians showed up looking for me two days later. They found me sitting in the garden with my back against the silverwood tree and my eyes closed in relaxation. Joranda set next to me with an arm around me like always. I was actually not a sleep and was working hard on smoothing out the last few minor wrinkles in the weave where knots of magic had been causing small wild magic pockets. With my eyes closed I could extend my senses further into the weave of magic near me and slowly begin to smooth out the knots causing the wild magic pockets. I was finishing the last big one when the queen arrived in her usual manner. This time she was more cautious and opened the portal outside the garden. She came in and felt the smoothing out of the weave of magic. “The balance is almost completely restored and this whole garden looks lovely once more!” With the last of the big wrinkles smoothed out I opened my eyes to find that the silverwood tree had gently lowered a branch onto my right shoulder. I smiled as It slowly retracted the branch while I stood up to formally greet the queen. It did not happen the way I had intended. Immediately my stomach flipped and dived then rejected my lunch. It took me a few moments to finish emptying my stomach out. The queen was concerned immediately. The new markings are lovely. How long have you been ill? No formalities, please. Just answer me truthfully.” About two weeks now. It started about a week after the fire and has gotten worse. It is not a big issue, your Grace. I merely have a touch of the flu is all. I pushed my body a little too hard and I'm paying for it. Worth it though to be ablew to help those brave folks battle that nasty thing and to give them enough energy to help heal the tree.” She sighed and gently reached out to make me look her in the eyes. Even your eyes have been marked! That is a great honor to be so blessed. I have heard what you really did and you give yourself far too little credit. Once again you risked everything to do the right thing. Now let us do the right thing for you and examine you to find the cause of your illness. You are a member of the royal family now and to not take care of yourself is not allowed.” I laughed and let her healers examine me carefully. Twice I almost fell and after the second time the tree reached out and helped me stand. An hour later the healers had some interesting answers I was not expecting. “You have healed fully and become stronger with the your magic talents. That will take some getting used to. You are also having a common problem caused when you are with child. It seems that while you worked to heal the tree, it worked to heal you. When you left the human hospital was there any change in how everything felt for the first few days?” Larissa laughed as I almost said no. Her and Jorand were joined at the hips for hours a day for almost a week! It seemed like neither of them could keep their clothes on for a few days!” The queen smiled and then spoke again. “That was what you both needed to complete the bond. You were unable to conceive children and the tree heard your sadness in this as you healed it. It made changes to your body and the bond made you both very aroused with each other so that you would conceive a child! You are very much an honored person to be so healed and welcomed by the tree which even now is helping to give you support so you do not fall.” The healers gave me some special powder to mix into some milk every morning to help with nausea and to give my body some special compounds the baby would need. With this unexpected news I agreed to a joining ceremony in the garden with the twelve others who were marked and a few other guests as well. We would hold the ceremony a week after the school was out for the summer so as to not interfere with any classes. On the guest list were also the king of the dwarves and the head of the dragon council. I would never dream of not inviting them. Larissa had to endure a very detailed exam as well before her mother was satisfied she was still healthy and that the baby was healthy as well. The next morning I called my parents to give them the news. I used a bit of magic to make it impossible for anyone else to listen in on the call. If they tried they would hear nothing but a bunch of static. Mom picked up on the fourth ring. We talked a few minutes and I gave her the correct phrase words to let her know I was safe. “I know I have not called but it has been crazy here with classes and a few other things. I have some very important news to tell you both. Santa Clause and the Easter bunny have teamed up and are going to take over the world!” Mom laughed and called me a nut. “I have met someone special, someone very special! His name is Jorand. That's right, the same one.” Mom and dad talked and listened to me for almost four hours while I brought them up to date on everything that had happened since I come here to go to college for medicine. “You should see what I look like now, dad! I have had so many wonderful experiences here and have me some very wonderful individuals as well. This school is proof that we can all work together for the greater good of everyone! Hang on and Ill send you a picture of what I look like now!” I let Larissa take a picture of me and Jorand together then sent to to my mother who had some trouble opening the picture. She's not very technical minded when it comes to smart phones. She saw the picture and promised me whe would show up at the joining ceremony with dad. Finals came around and Larissa could no longer hide her pregnancy. Several of her friends congratulated her and joked about sharing her life mate for a few hours. Her and all my friends often teased Jorand about me having used a love potion on him. I joked right back. “Of course I did! How else could I manage to snag the hottest looking elf guy in the world? I saw what I wanted and I wasn't going to let this hunk escape that easily!” We all laughed about it. Shelly Marston has always wanted to have a hot elf boyfriend but so far had no luck. She teased me about sharing him for a few hours and he teased her about wanting some fat guy with horrible manners and bad complexion. I finally dropped the bombshells on all of them as we shared gossip back and forth. “I got some great news guys! First is that we are officially having a joining ceremony in three weeks! The after ceremony party is going to be a massive orgy with lots of hot elf guys for you to have some fun with!” Amanda laughed and told me she wanted my love potion recipe so she could do some shopping before they were all gone. We all laughed about that. “I have my eyes on someone special, I think I know who it is I keep seeing in my dreams all the time. “I'm going flying tonight and following where my gut sends me. I think it's Mark Janston. He has the most attractive body and the best looking golden wings I've ever seen. I hope it's him! Amanda is one of the few avians attending school here this year and is a great friend. “So, you mentioned two surprises. What's the second one?” “I'm pregnant and Amanda is the father!” Amanda blasted me with a light spray of water for that remark and it got us all laughing again. “When I went to the healers that the queen brought with her they found out what was making me ill. “I'm going to be a mother!” I received hugs all around and congratulations as well. A few minutes later Amanda got a strange look on her face and turned to look over her shoulder. She smiled and began walking towards Mark Janston. He had the same look on his face as well and I knew instantly what it was. She had just bonded. I took a few moments to calm the rest of them down and made sure they left the two of them alone. “Guys, they will need some privacy for a while. She's going to be quite busy with him for the next several hours. That look on her face and on his, was the bond hitting them hard and bringing them together. It happened to me and Jorand the same way. They are going to be quite happy together.” I saw Courtney almost every day and she glared at me each time. It is a pretty safe bet that if we were off campus she would be stupid enough to try something. On campus there was too much risk of her being caught. Her last round of hate spewing was a campaign to have the peace garden bulldozed into the ground to make way for a series of statues of some of the more well known figures of the war of the races. Each one of them had been a racist jerk that wanted to eliminate all other races that were not human. She was my prime suspect for setting the fire, but it eluded me as to how she could have summoned a dark elemental. That is not exactly a spell you find on a library shelf somewhere. With no proof, I told investigators that, while I had my suspicions who it might have been that set the fire and summoned the elemental, I had no proof, and would keep the suspicion to myself unless I found proof. They agreed not to fault me for being careful about making any accusations and told me that, off the record, they suspected it might have Courtney, or one of her friends. That sounded about right to me but with no proof I made no accusations. The peace conferences were going well and a number of attacks had been proven to be the work of racist groups that wanted to see all non humans dead or in cages. Two days before finals started the talks came to a screeching halt with an attack on the conference. Larissa and Jorand about had heart failure when they heard that their mother was among those who was almost killed in the attack. Someone had somehow managed to set off a device that summoned ten Dark elementals from some other plane of existence. The human president had excused himself a few minutes earlier to make use of the restroom and was not in the room when the elementals attacked veryone. He was found a few hours later nearly dead as well after having fought a group of goblinoid creatures with nothing more than a handful of spells and an old ornamental sword he had carried with him to appease his guard detail that he was not unarmed. The talks broke down with everyone blaming everyone else for the attack. It looked like a war was coming. Everyone on the campus was shocked to hear the news of the attack on the conference. The dragon Council was furious and had called them all fools for letting their petty arguments stop the conference. They stromed out of the meeting and simply told everyone that when they were all willing to listen to reason that they would gladly return. Larissa used her magic and tried to create a gate home but halfway through the spell someone jumped her and stabbed her four times with a poisoned combat knife. Whoever her attacker was they had almost killed her and her baby. I came in to the dorm room with Jorand and we had agreed to go see the queen and to offer our help to her in the peace conference. I opened up the door and found Larissa on the floor with the knife still stuck in her side. The room looked like a war zone with scorch marks everywhere. Larissa had not gone down without a fight but whoever had attacked her was ready and had overpowered her. Jorand immediately ran halfway down the hall and hit the panic button. Larissa still had a pulse and still breathed, but not for long if the bleeding was not stopped. I risked exposure yet again by pulling magic out of the weave and channeling it into her as healing energy. The knife in her side was ready for that and released another dark elemental the moment I tried to heal her. The thing was not prepared to face me though and it screamed in pain as I tore it into pieces before banishing it back to wherever it had been summoned from. The knife fell to the floor and it smoked wherever blood touched it. Someone had been very well prepared to kill Larissa but they had not counted on her fighting back and on my level of magic use ability. I snarled in rage and poured the energy into her body as the poison fought back against me. It took every ounce of energy I could pull from the weave and channel to just stop the poison and force it out of her body. It was a very nasty poison and highly magical. Someone wanted to stop the elves from getting the conference back together. The elf queen had been the second biggest voice of reason and now that they had her out of the way they were going after her children to silence them and cast the blame on others in hopes of starting a war. Larissa was rushed to the hospital in the same ambulance that as I was. Jorand was at the hospital alongside Harenda within moments of the ambulance arriving. They had to wait in the waiting room an agonizing hour before they heard any news. Larissa was in critical but stable condition. I was out cold and could not be revived. Everyone waited a tense five hours as the healers from the elven court worked on us both. Two rooms over was a group of dwarves that had been attacked by what had looked to be elves. At the end of the hall was a boy that one of my friends had a crush on. He had saved an avian from a hate group and was beaten severely by them for helping the avian escape. The avian girl set right by his bed and refused to leave his side. Someone was going through a lot of trouble to hit us all in just the right places to anger everyone to the boiling point. All this I learned the next day after I had finally awakened from my two day coma. The school campus was on official lock down until the attacker was found and every room was being searched for evidence. A single word kept popping up in my head as I lay in the hospital bed regaining my strength again. Varda. In my limited research it meant darkness or something similar to it in the ancient elven tongue. The doctor from the clinic on campus came into my room with my herbal supplement I would need. “It took a while to get this cleared through security. They thought it was marijuana at first.” She poured some into a glass of milk she had conjured up and then stood right by my bed as I drank it all down. “Thank you for this. It helps with the nausea and the baby I'm carrying right now.” “You're pregnant? I thought you had been rendered sterile by those filthy butchers!” Remember that I was being held by the silverwood tree after I had helped a little bit to save it? This was it's gift to me for my small amount of help.” “That is unusual, but we still know so little about those types of sentient magic trees. You rest while I inform the doctors and nurses that you are pregnant.” Jorand came into my room a few minutes later and it brought a smile to my face to see him. “How is Larissa?” He laughed at me. “Even in here and exhausted you still ask about others first! Here's what went down.” I had been locked into a healing trance while fighting the magical poison and according to him and a few other witnesses who had been there, I was glowing brightly. No one could work any magic in the area either as I was pulling all of it in through me to heal Larissa. It took the paramedics 20 minutes of waiting before I finally passed out after having gotten the last of the poison out of her body and closing the wounds. I did not stop glowing until I passed out from the strain. You also kind outed yourself as a dragon mage as well. Now you wanted to know how my sister is doing. She had a little boy a few hours ago. He is a few weeks early but perfectly healthy thanks to you.” Jorand was ushered out of the room as a nurse changed me into a dry diaper then carefully inspected me for any signs of health issues. “I see the silverwood tree likes you quite a bit. From what I've heard, you earned that respect big time. That's not easy to do either. I hear you're also pregnant. I take it that the herbal supplement you been using is for the nausea and to help the baby as well?” “The queen insisted I use it every day until I am ready to give birth. Is there any chance I can see Larissa for just a few minutes. “I'll even agree to wheelchair if need be. I have to know she's alright.” “I'm fine, thanks to you! I named him Salamar. 10 pounds and two ounces. 17 inches long. He seems to have inherited my silver hair as well. Now you need to quit trying to blend in and open yourself to the weave so you can get your full strength back. I need your help still as does the whole world. Mother has named you as the one to represent her in the conference. Get your strength back and to the fiery Hell with what the ministry wants!” Since the secret was out there was no use in trying to hide any longer. I relaxed and the magic flooded back into me. Every part of my body seemed to sigh with relief at having the magic flowing again. The downside was that I could feel the pain of so many others in the hospital. I almost cried out and then flooded the entire building with healing magic until no more pain called out to be healed. Larissa was still blinking away the spots from her eyes when my glow subsided. I felt much better after that though. “Now that you have finished with your light show, Mother has given you the title of Sarina Pure Heart Silver Tongue. Relax now and rest what little bit you need to because tomorrow we go see the queen while there is still time. She's dying and there is nothing we can do to save her. She may not look it, but mother is almost 300 years old. She's tired and all this fighting is taking a toll on her. I want to see her before it's too late! I want her to meet her grandchild while she is still alive.” As much as Larissa and her mother did not agree on things, the two of them still cared deeply for each other. “We will leave in the morning even if they have not finished the paperwork for my official release from here. This too important to wait any longer than that.” END SIX That's it for this chapter folks. I hope you enjoyed reading this so far. I'll start work on the next chapter in a few hours. As always, thank you for reading this story to this point. All comments and questions are welcomed. As for what happens next, the chaos continues and as usual, Sarina is stuck in the middle of it. spoiler alert, Santa Clause and the Easter bunny are stopped by the tooth fairy in their bid for world domination. I will give you a spoiler here. The elf queen does not make it. What happens with her gone? Who takes the throne? Who is behind all the attacks? I will answer some of these questions in the next chapter. there is still a bit more to tell to this story yet.

This is first one i started in almost 10 years and i plan on finishing this and my other 2. I hope you Enjoy! Prologue "Elizabeth I cant do this anymore, at first I loved the idea of being your sub and doing stuff together but I just cant, you refuse to even try age-play with me. I'm done were done I've tried time and time again to work everything out with you and you don't want to do it so I'm done Bye." "SARAH WAIT! PLEASE DON'T GO SARAH I'LL CHANGE, I'LL BE A BETTER PERSON PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU, what have I done the only person I've ever cared for and shes gone, she just gone" Chapter 1 The beginning Emily Garcia. Had a hard life nothing liked to go her way, her parents where killed by a drunk driver when she was 5, she ended up staying in a orphanage tell she was 13 and runaway ware she never looked back. I'll give a Little back story about myself, I'm 4 foot 1 I haven't really grown at all sense I was 13 I'm now almost 16 and I've been living off the streets trying to survive. It's getting to the point where i think I need to find a place to hide, cause winter is almost here and once it gets here, I'm good as dead if i don't have shelter. I see a small run out building I think I'll hide inside it for a while it's starting to get cold out, I'm just happy I still got the few things in this world I need my photo of mom and dad and the stuffed animal they bought me, Sharky the cat. I really need to find a way to fix him and clean him up hes all dirty and I think his eye wants to fall out. I hear people and duck and hide inside the building, I don't want to be seen. I'm better off on my own the orphanage was hell compared to this. MY Clothes are almost shreds and I'm really hungry I'm not sure where to go now I think I am gonna have to look in the trash cans for food, and maybe find something warmer to ware. I have been looking for hours and all I found is a coat that has seen better days no food yet, i cant keep going like this but I'm not sure where to go for food, every so often I'll see people walking but no one takes mind me, I'm a dirty short girl and no one wants to be near and II miss my mommy and daddy we were so happy now I'm just alone my old buddy Sharky. Hello I am Elizabeth Kelly. But everyone just calls me Lizzy I use to be a Meteorologist but I retired when I found out how u can tell how much rain will fall on any given day using some math. I patented it and sold it, to farmers and some rich people so I can relax now in life. I am 6 foot 4 taller then normal women but sadly I do feel like something is missing but I have never been sure of what. I've known it not long cause my last girlfriend just did not seem to understand me and did not like me being in change, it was a change to I really liked her, I guess I just need to find something worth it in my life. I have been thinking lately maybe I need to adopt I really want a child but at the same time I have worry's, I cant show my dominant side to a child I adopt. I will think up something I always do. I look outside and notice how hard the snow is coming down now, they said we were gonna get 3-4 feet but that is no surprise and crap I forgot to take the trash out today I better do it before it gets worse. now where did I put my coat, there it is grab the trash and off we go. I make my way out back to the alley to dump the trash when I notice what looks likes a coat covered in snow. Hmm who would leave a coat next to the trash can guess I should toss it in. I start to pick it up when I notice it's really heavy. "Huh? oh dear god that's a girl. Sweet sweetie can you hear me are you ok? sweetie shit sorry baby your coming inside with me" I grab her small cold body and run inside as fast as I can and head straight to the bathroom, I turn the water to a warm level and make sure it's not too hot. "ok sweetie I am gonna put you in the water and farm you up ok?" I slowly take off her coat, then I lower her into the bathtub, clothes and all hoping none are frozen to her body and hope she wont be missing any toes or fingers. Elizabeth says if a soft voice "come on sweetie stay with me are you warming up can you talk?" Emily slowly starts to regain consciousness and starts to look around scared wondering where she is. She notices how cold she is and she feels something warm around her. " where am i?" she try's to say as her teeth are chattering. Lizzy answered her in a soft voice "sweetie it's ok your in my place you were passed out in the snow, now don't move ok lets warm you up first" I start grabbing towels and some scissors, I am gonna have to cut her out of her clothes to get them off her and hope I can find something she can wear. The only thing I can find after looking for a while is the stuff my ex used, and I am not sure if this sweet thing will be ok with that. Elisabeth says trying to calm the poor wet and cold girl down"ok Sweetie I am gonna cut your clothes off it might hurt a bit cause parts still look frozen on you but bare with it ok?' Emily closes her eyes and nods her head yes. she slowly starts to feel the nice lady taking her clothes off and cutting her pants so she doesn't have to move. Elizabeth says it a calm mother like voice "sweetie my name is Elizabeth but you can call me Lizzy ok? I'm gonna have to take off your bra and panties ok do be scared I'll be as gentle as I can" Lizzy starts to cut the girls bra off and sees her shake a bit so she stops for a second, before she works on her panties making sure the girl understands shes not trying to hurt her. Emily answers Elizabeth quietly" my name is Emily a..and thank you for doing this" all Emily can think about right now is the angel who saved her from the cold outside, and that hopefully will let her stay tell at least the storm passes by. Elizabeth starts to dry Emily off the best she can, she knows the only stuff she has that might fit is what her ex left but at this point she doesn't have a choice she needs to keep this little girl warm, so she can get better. Elizabeth try's to talk to the sleepy Emily as best she can " Emily dear I am gonna get you dressed ok? after that I want you to rest for the night and we will talk more in the morning ok?" she noticed after shes done that Emily is sound asleep not hearing a single word. "ok lets get this little girl into something warm" Elizabeth grabs the tote that has her ex's stuff inside and she opens it and pulls out a fresh pink diaper some baby powder some cream and a sleeper. "I hope these are not too big my ex was really small to" she says out-loud. Elizabeth starts to slide the diaper under the girl making sure to add lots of powder and cream and rubbing it in to the girl and her Sensitive area, knowing that this girl will need to see a doctor soon as possible. she then slowly tapes the diaper as tight as she can hoping it will fit ok, she then starts to lift Emily into the sleeper and zips it up her back making sure she is nice and warm. "I'll lay you down on my bed you sweet little angel and I hope u can get a good nights rest for tomorrow we talk and go to the doctors."

This is a story that I am still working on. I am about halfway done with chapter three and have some interesting ideas for the story so here is chapter one Sarina In a world ruled by those with magic it is a scary thing to be born with no magic talent at all. It is even worse when you are one of the less than 1% who have no talent for magic. I was in the second grade when I met a person who would change my life forever and not in a positive way. Courtney Brown was from a family that had a lot of money and to make it worse, she herself had tested very high for magical talent so she felt it made her better than anyone else. Courtney was not very good at math and always cheated by copying off of someone who was good at math when there was a test. Courtney had been more than happy to threaten anyone who tried to tell her no. Today was my turn to let her copy off my test answers. I covered my answers and she was unable to copy them. The teacher caught her trying to copy my answers and made her sit at the back of the room facing the wall so she could not copy anyone's answers. I aced the test while Courtney failed to get even five correct answers. She was mad as hell at me and threatened to get even with me for not letting her copy off of my test. I ignored her since I knew I could beat her to a pulp if she tried anything. I underestimated how mad she was at me and she counted on that. The teacher had us lined up to go down to first floor for recess. Two boys near the back of the line started screwing around and the teacher was forced to go and deal with them. Courtney waited until the teacher was at the back of the line and then she struck. She shoved me as hard as she could. I was not expecting it and went tumbling down the stairs. I grabbed for the rail and was rewarded with a blast of magical energy that kept me from grabbing the railing and saving myself. The stairs were old and steep as well as made out of cement with enchanted metal tips to keep the stairs from crumbling with age. I screamed as I fell and tumbled down the stairs out of control. How many times I hit my head and my back on the way down I don't know. I just know it hurt like nothing else. I lay at the bottom of the stairs crying in pain and unable to move no matter how much I wanted to. My legs would not respond and work. The teacher came rushing down the stairs as fast as she safely could. The pain was horrible and it caused me to black out. I woke up in the hospital some time later. The doctors had been forced to use magic to save my life. My spine had been shattered in three places during the fall. Magical treatment is expensive and reserved only for those who had talent and could afford it. With my family being poor the doctors only used just enough to put me back together again. Had they been allowed to get away with it they would have let me die rather than use magic on me. Courtney lied and said I was screwing around and had slipped. She thought it was funny and bragged about how she had watched me fall down the stairs. Courtney was suspected of having pushed me but denied touching me at all. A truth spell forced her to tell a different story. Her family was forced to pay for my medical bills and they were not happy about it. I was considered a no talent waste of resources by those with a strong talent and money. The magic worked to save my life. The doctors did not care that the law stated that they were to heal me completely. My spine healed improperly and left me incontinent for life. The rest of my second grade year was spent healing at home since the doctors and the hospital did not wish to waste resources on me since I was listed as having no talent. My parents tried to sue Courtney's parents for the damages but the judges deemed the case as trivial since I had no talent and refused to hear it. The next several months were spent healing slowly and painfully while getting used to wearing diapers again. The doctors could have fixed my spine completely but they were guided only by greed instead of the oath they took. If we could have come up with the 250,000 dollars they wanted then I would not have been stuck in diapers again for life. My back finally healed and the pain went away, but the diapers stayed. It took me almost nine months to heal and get used to wearing diapers again. To make it even worse, Courtney found out about my need for diapers, and told everyone. I learned how to fight dirty and to strike when my tormentors least expected me to. My body got tougher and my fists got even faster. I already had a bit of a reputation as a scrapper but now it was well earned as I beat up so many others who taunted me and laughed at me because I had no magic talent and wore diapers. Courtney found out the hard way to not get too close to me and try to pull my pants down to expose my diaper to the world. I spun on her and my punch caught her perfectly in the face. Her head snapped back and her body followed. Two adults pulled me off her after I had been pounding on her for about a minute. I broke her nose, Knocked out a tooth and about killed her when I hit her in the throat. Courtney was treated and released from the hospital within an hour and tried to lie and tell everyone that I had been the one to attack her and that she did nothing to provoke me. A truth spell was used and she was fined for illegal under age use of combat magic. When she tried to claim that I too had used magic they checked my records and found the statement to be yet another lie on her part. The fine was tripled since she had attacked someone she knew to have no magic ability just to try to humiliate them. She was fined for a few other things as well and by the time it was all done a total of 1000.00 dollars in fines was levied against her. The judge used magic to review the entire incident and found it amusing that she had been beaten by a person with no magic talent. Her parents were not amused and neither were mine. I was grounded for a month and made to do extra chores around the house. This frustrated me as I missed going to the library and reading all the books they had on the subject of magic and the history of it. To me it was all fascinating to read about it. No one else read the books unless they had to do a report on the subject and use them for reference. I devoured the books as it were and when the teachers had us do reports on the history of magic and the principles on how it all worked, my report was the only one to get an A+ on it. Courtney and her friends learned to leave me alone most of the time and when they did try something they usually ended up on the ground with me on top of them pounding on them. Thanks to Courtney and her big mouth, everyone at school knew all about me wearing diapers. She conveniently forgot to tell them why I wore diapers and only told them my parents had been too lazy to toilet train me and I had been too stupid to figure out how to use the toilet. I came to hate school and all the bullies. Any time something stank my third grade teacher would bring me up to the front of the class and expose my diaper to the whole room before checking to see if I had messed myself and forgotten to tell her. Mrs. Karlovitz was mean woman and always let Courtney get away with everything. Last week she refused to let me go to the restroom and change after I had messed my diaper. Instead she pulled out a changing pad and made one of the boys she did not like change my diaper in front of everyone. After he finished cleaning me up and putting a fresh one on me she put the dirty one on him to teach him a lesson about being late for class. He had to wear and use the diaper until the end of the day when she let him take it off and get cleaned up. He was only late because Courtney had used a paralysis spell on him and he could not move for 15 minutes. Jason was another who also had no talent and was from a poor family. During recess the next day Courtney had her friends hold him down while she put a baby diaper on him and then burned his underwear and jeans with a spell. Of course the teacher found it funny and made sure everyone knew he was another big baby like me. By the end of the year he was tired of the abuse at home and at school. He walked off a 300 foot cliff before third grade ended. Courtney and her bunch thought it was funny he killed himself. To them it was one big funny joke and a good thing that another no talent waste of resources was gone. Courtney joked that she wished she could have been there to push him off the cliff herself. The teacher agreed that it was good he was gone as it meant no more wasted resources. Courtney continued to make jokes about him killing himself and then went on to volunteer to push me off a cliff next. “Of course with her big thick diaper she wont get hurt. She'll hit the bottom and all the shit in her diaper will splatter everywhere just like Jason's head did when he hit the bottom.” Not wanting to hear anymore from her I was glad when school let out for the day. All of her remarks about my diapers and Jason were making me very angry. When I was halfway home Courtney came riding by me on her new bicycle. I ignored her until her and her friends blocked me in. I normally don't cut through any alleys but today I wanted to avoid everyone and just be left alone. Courtney tackled me and her friend Jane yanked my jeans down while everyone laughed about it. Four of them held me down while Courtney poured something into the back of my diaper. Courtney hit me with a paralysis spell and then took numerous pictures of me after she posed my body in a squatting position to make it look like I was deliberately messing my diaper. They laughed and took numerous pictures with their phones. My anger rose as they taunted me and then when Courtney was going to use a knife to cut my face her spell suddenly broke and I was free to lash out at her. Courtney looked surprised when I spun on her at the last moment. I don't know how I managed to beat up all six of them but I remember seeing looks of terror on their faces as I went after each one and then proceeded to beat on them until my arms grew too tired to swing anymore. All six lay on the ground out cold with looks of terror on their now disfigured faces. Their bodies lay barely breathing with two of them bent backwards and almost folded in half. I'm good at fighting but never in all my time have I ever been that good. Something had terrified them as I attacked them but I had no clue at the time what they had seen that so terrified each one of them. Courtney was in the worst shape of them all. Her body had been folded in half backwards and her nose was obviously broken along with both arms and both legs. Her head had been twisted around as well and how she did not die from a broken neck I had no clue at the time. How any of them had survived at the time was a mystery to me. Something about the whole thing frightened me so I ran away as fast as my legs could carry me. I made it perhaps 9 blocks before I saw the first ambulance come screaming up the road and then turn off into the alley I had fled. I ran all the way home and hid in my room until my parents came home about two hours later. They were not surprised to hear that Courtney and her friends had tried to half kill me. They considered Courtney to be a spoiled brat who thought too much of herself. When they finally calmed me down enough I told them about me beating up all six girls and leaving them laying half dead in the alley mangled and looking terrified at what they had seen. My mom held me as dad called the hospital and then the police to find out all the details of the incident. He seemed bit surprised that I had hurt all six girls so badly. The police showed up and asked me questions about the incident. After telling them the same story six times I was starting to get tired of it. The officer looked over his notes a minute then spoke again. “Are you sure you have no talent? If you are lying it will be worse for you. We don't want to have to put you in jail for lying to me now do we?” “I am not lying!” I told you, they attacked me! I don't know what they told you but they attacked me! Courtney was going to cut my face with a knife! Was I supposed to just let her cut me?” The officer smiled a greasy smile. “Yes. You violated the law when you attacked them and then led them into the alley to finish them off. They say you used magic on them and looked like a demon and that you used some kind of strange magic to try to kill them. I don't know why you are hiding your talent and I don't care. You will be tested again and this time by someone from the ministry so there will be no mistakes and we will know what to charge you with for attacking six defenseless girls out of jealousy. My parents kicked the man out of the house and called him several bad names. I was suspended from school until the investigation was completed. The officer that questioned me was calling me a liar and claimed that I admitted to hiding my talent and using illegal magic to hurt Courtney and her friends. My parents called the man a pig and a few other things as well when they talked to his boss. We had to wait a week for the man from the ministry to show up to test me. The man did every single test he could think of and at no time did any magic come from me. Each one of the complex test took nearly an hour to do. I was made to drink all sorts of foul smelling and tasting stuff for the tests. The only effect was to make me wet and mess my diaper heavily and almost get sick all over him once. The tests were all boring and yielded the same negative results. Halfway through the tests I had to take a short break to change my wet and messy diaper. When I came back out of the bathroom and had disposed of the used diaper the man asked me to do a series of physical tests. When he finished he smiled at me. “Interesting results. I know why you are such a good fighter and can outdo everyone around you in physical activities. You are a very powerful physical adept. You are at the top end of class one physical adept. Your body uses magic but only to enhance your physical abilities. This makes you faster, stronger and always a lot healthier than those around you. It also enhances how well you move and how well you fight. If you were not incontinent the military would be falling over themselves to recruit you when you turn 18. We do not know why just yet, but for some reason, physical adepts are unable to use magic the way everyone else can. I will have you registered as a class one physical adept. Being incontinent means that the military will also not try to recruit you either. Your gift of languages would be very useful in archaeology and in diplomatic situations as well since you can read write and speak every known language like you have known them for your entire life. Translators are always in high demand so you would be able to make a good deal of money that way. Archaeology would allow you to translate ancient languages easily and allow scientists to make short work of understanding ancient writings. You are very smart, so when you get the chance, I would recommend you attend a real good college.” The man filed his report with the ministry and confirmed that I did indeed have no talent for doing magic the way everyone else does. I am listed as a class one physical adept and as having the gift of languages, as they call it. The final finding of the ministry was that I defended myself when Courtney and her friends attacked me in that alley. Their reckless use of illegal combat magic triggered a wild magic pocket feedback. My being a physical adept saved me from the effects as physical adepts tend to have a high resistance to wild magic. Courtney and the other girls were fined heavily for their attack on me in that alley and for admitting under truth spell that they intended to kill me and make it look like a suicide. The parents were mad as hell at the ruling but the evidence from the ministry put me in the right. They ruled that my not knowing that I was a physical adept was not illegal as no one tests for that anymore and it was fitting that Courtney and the other girls had been beaten badly for trying to kill me. The parents of the girls wanted me in jail but they were overruled by the ministry. The alley, when tested, was found to have been a spot where some residual wild magic had pooled and collected, thus the reason for the hallucinations that they all saw when they were being beat on by me. The old magic had caused the paralysis spell to backfire and then turn into a limited illusion spell. My having no talent made me somehow immune to the illusion. As for the physical deformities they suffered from magic, that was also due to their own spells backfiring and warping. The ministry had a team clean out all the old wild magic and considered the case closed after that. Courtney and her friends spent almost two months in the hospital healing. Melisa was the tiniest of the group and they put her in baby diapers when she kept wetting and messing herself uncontrollably. The cause was a curse she had tried to throw on me during the fight. It had backfired and hit her instead so now she was going to be in diapers for a few weeks until they could get rid of the curse. When I heard about it I laughed. The rest of the school year went quietly with me passing third grade easily. Courtney was furious at having almost failed and attempted to get me in trouble by trying to put a stolen book in my backpack. The teacher caught her opening my pack and she was forced to stay after school in detention for theft and for trying to frame me for it. She spent the rest of the school year in after school detention and with the teachers watching her closely she was unable to get to me. She still teased me during recess and went out of her way to make sure everyone knew about my diapers. On the last day of school I got tired of her insults and attempts at bullying me so I hit her after she pushed me out of a swing. Courtney seemed to forget the beating from earlier that year so I reminded her that she could not get away with trying to hit me or push me around. By the time a teacher broke it up I had given her another broken nose and a black eye. The next unusual event was in the sixth grade. Having gotten tired of being teased and bullied I sought shelter in the library. This became my sanctuary as the local bullies could not get to me in here without getting into serious trouble. I also loved reading and learning about things as well so for me the library was a perfect haven for me. The librarians had no disagreement with my being quiet and reading all the time. Most of my reading was on magic and how it worked. I was searching the books to find out why I was not able to use magic and for a possible cure for my incontinence. I devoured everything the books had to teach me but they told me nothing new and it was frustrating for me. An average day in the library would find me changing my diapers in the restroom and then going back to reading more. Occasionally one of my diapers was more than just wet, but it was something that over the years I had learned to deal with. After cleaning up and changing my reading would resume until the book was finished or the library would close for the day. Over the course of the summer and hundreds of diaper changes I finally finished all the books in their large section on magic. Nothing told me why I could not use magic and only a few of the books even mentioned the fact that a few individuals were completely without magical talent. They never said why or what could be done to change that. It frustrated me. On a whim I sneaked into the restricted section of the library when they accidentally left the door unlocked. The section on magic was tiny and most of the books were just poor copies that I had already read. The only thing that caught my attention was an old book with an odd binding on it that felt like some type of scales to me. I opened the book carefully and began to read the old writing in it. I was hooked and found a table to read as much of it as I could before being caught and shooed out of the area. The book started with the basics of human magic and then went from there. According to the book, human magic was flawed because of our desire to control it and make it conform to how we thought it should work. It was very careful to explain our flawed thinking about magic and why we failed to understand it correctly. I couldn’t put the book down even though my diaper was approaching the leaking point. The information was amazing and I understood magic like never before with the help of what was written in this book. I finished the first chapter and was well into the second chapter when I felt a hand on my shoulder gently tapping me to get my attention. This was frustrating as I was really enjoying the book and it had so many interesting and different thoughts on how magic worked. “Sarina, my dear, You are not supposed to be in here. This section is restricted to those who work here and a few professors from the college. How did you get in here anyways?” Mrs Klein smiled gently at me and treated me nicely every time she saw me. “I came in through the door you guys left open. I was browsing for something new to read in the magic section back here and found this book. I have been very careful with it and have read 35 pages already. You should read it sometime!” She continued to smile nicely at me and to talk to me gently with great kindness in her voice. She was one of those few people who never treated me like an idiot child or ridiculed me because of my diapers. “That’s nice dear but.. Wait a minute, you can read it? You are not teasing me are you, honey?” “No, ma’am. I’ve never read a handwritten book before and this one is so interesting and I would like to read it all or a copy of it if you have one. Listen to the beginning of the book and you’ll see why it is so interesting to me.” I read a few paragraphs out loud to her and she looked at me in mild surprise. “That book was on the top shelf. How did you reach it?” “I found it down over here in easy reach near the middle of the third shelf up from the floor.” She gently closed the book and picked it up. “Interesting. Someone must have accidentally filed it wrong or one of the professors put it there in a hurry. Tell you what, honey, I’ll make a deal with you. If you leave here and not tell anyone I slipped and forgot to shut the door I wont tell anyone you were in here.” I liked her and quietly left the area after agreeing to her deal with a smile. Any other librarian would have been rude to me and even insulted me for wearing diapers and not being able to use magic. She had put the book on the top shelf again before gently escorting me out of the restricted sections. Just to prove I had nothing off limits I let her look through my backpack before leaving since the library was closing in about 15 minutes. I changed into a dry diaper and then went home by way of as many alleys as I could cut through on my way home so as to avoid being looked at like I was guilty of some horrible crime simply because I had to wear diapers and had no magic talent. Since all my homework had been done at the library I simply tossed my backpack onto my bed and grabbed a fresh diaper. After changing and throwing the used diaper away I returned to my room and had full intentions of getting on my laptop for a little while and reading some books that had been downloaded a few days ago from a free site. The books were covering the history of the war between humans and dragons. The history books in school glazed over the subject and only told how long the war had lasted and that the dragons and the dragon mages had been in the wrong for believing themselves to be as smart as humans and had therefore deserved to be attacked. Whoever wrote the history books was very racist and an idiot in my opinion. Humans were always right no matter what. Humans were superior to all other beings in the universe. Only those with magic talent were intelligent and those without were nothing to those with talent and could be used as desired by those with talent. It is no wonder so many of our people are so arrogant and new ways of doing things have slowed down to a crawl as have new discoveries of magic and technology. Upon opening my backpack to retrieve my laptop a surprise was awaiting me inside of it. The book on dragon magic from the library was in the pack as well. I had seen that book placed back on the shelves and had allowed my pack to be checked as well before leaving the library so how the book managed to show up in it was beyond me as I have no magical talent and could not have used magic to conceal the book even if I had wanted to do so. A quick glance inside of the book revealed it was indeed the same one from the library somehow. I called the library and asked for Mrs. Klein. “I’m sorry to pester you ma’am, but a certain unusual book somehow ended up in my pack. I saw you put it back on the shelf and then let you check my pack as well but how the world it got in there is beyond me. I had no way to make it go in there magically as I have no talent for magic, ma’am. I’m confused as to how it happened. Can I bring it back real fast or can you come and get it so it does not get damaged?” Mrs. Klein showed up about 25 minutes later and I carefully handed her the book. We joked that the book was magical and wanted me to read it. We both felt someone had likely decided to play a prank on me in the hopes of getting me into trouble. She thanked me for calling her right away and returning the book to her. I was about to ask her to check my pack for any prank magic when nature intervened and I filled my diaper almost to capacity. The smell was horrible as I grabbed a fresh diaper and went to the bathroom to change again. By the time my cleanup and change was done she was gone with the book and my mind could not focus on anything so the television provided background noise as I let my mind wander over the ways that book could have somehow ended up in my pack the way it did. A short while later mom called me for dinner so the thoughts of the book were put aside until after dinner. After dinner was done mom helped me clear the table and get the dishes clean before I returned to my room with full intentions of reading an e-book. That e-book never go read that night. Upon returning to my room the book that had just about two hours ago been returned was back and laying in the middle of my bed. There was no way to return it tonight so it would have to wait until in the morning when the library could be called along with a magic inspector since the book has twice shown up in my possession without me taking it. Picking up the book it almost sounded like the book sighed in relief for a moment but books don’t sigh. Within minutes my attention was focused on the words written in the book as it carefully discussed how magic worked for those born with the true gift to use magic as the dragons and the dragon mages do. It was fascinating reading for me and before I knew it I was halfway through the book when a glance at my clock showed it was already 11:03 at night. After stifling a yawn I carefully put the book on my small desk and then went to sleep for the night. My mother came in to wake me up at almost 10:00 am. Without thinking I jumped out of bed, grabbed a clean diaper and ran for the bathroom. I was so late for school. Halfway through my fast shower mom opened the door to tell my that school was canceled for today. “Take your time honey. They closed the school thanks to a magical battle between two gangs. School is being rebuilt and they wont be done until about nine tonight. You were up late last night with your nose buried in that book but since the fight occurred at nine we let you let stay up and sleep in. Must have been some book to make you forget about everything.” “It’s different, mom. This book is written by hand and talks all about dragon magic and what it calls true magic and how it differs from what they teach currently. Did you know that dragons can actually see the flow of magic as visible patterns? It’s neat how they do that and can see the magic like we do!” Mom went silent a moment. “When you get done and dressed why don’t you show your father and I this book? It sounds neat and I would love to read it when you finish it.” Without a second thought I stuck my hand out of the shower and said something in a language that was not a human language. The book showed up in my hand a half second later as another yawn was stifled. A half second later I realized just what I had done, Mom took the book from me as I turned off the water and held it as I got a clean diaper on then got dressed. “I have no freaking idea how that just happened, mom! Every magic test ever done on me has shown absolutely no magical talent at all and yet somehow I just summoned this book to me!” Mom opened the book and was struggling to understand what it was saying as we walked out of the bathroom. We set at the kitchen table and dad joined us. “What’s up with the confused looks ladies?” Mom hit him with the news first. “She just did magic! She summoned the book to her without thinking about it! She has been reading this book all night long and has had no problem with understanding it either! Frank, this book is written in Draconic!” Dad started laughing. “Okay, good prank! You almost had me for a moment! Draconic has not been spoken in nearly 3000 years by a non dragon so nice prank!” He stopped laughing when mom shoved the open book under his nose. He looked at it then set down next to me looking concerned and slightly confused. Dad teaches magical history at the local college and speaks a bit of Elven and a few words in Draconic so he would be able to tell if it was really Draconic. After looking over the book a few minutes he asked me to read a random page to him. He opened it up and had me read it to him out loud. Mom and dad were both staring at me with their mouths open. “What? I read the page like you asked!” “Yes honey, you did. You read it aloud, in Draconic. The council is going to have kittens if they find out you can read Draconic! You keep saying you can tell when someone is using magic. How?” Their aura changes colors and the magic around them starts to change patterns and colors as they use it. That’s how everyone sees it right?” Dad was silent and so was mom for a moment, which was a bit scary. Mom gently closed the book and looked at dad a moment before looking back at me. “Are there any spells in the book?” “No! Dragon magic does not work that way!” Over the next two hours mom and dad had me explain everything to them about what the book had taught me about magic. Dad broke the next big surprise to me. “Honey, we can’t see the magic or auras. We spend huge amounts of time learning to manipulate the magical energy by bending it to our will through special arcane gestures and short incantations. You said that you left the book at the library and it showed up in your pack. Then when you returned it to Mrs. Klein it returned to you again right?” “Yeah! I was not stealing it! I promise! I tried to return it, twice!” Mom hugged me and got me calmed down. “We believe you, honey. Let me call Mrs. Klein and have her come over. She’s a friend of mine from when we went to college together. I’ll make sure this stays quiet and you do not get into trouble for it.” Mom called Mrs. Klein and waited while she was transferred around a few times on the phone. “Hey Helen, this is Stacy. We need to talk about the weather in the North Pole.” Mom smiled and listened a few moments then hung up the phone. While they waited for Mrs. Klein to show up I changed into a dry diaper and tried to figure out what the hell was happening and why everyone was so concerned about an old book all of a sudden. Once the change was done we all continued to wait for Mrs. Klein. With nothing more to do I started reading the book again where I had left off last night. Just as it was getting interesting again Mrs. Klein showed up. Mom let her in and then waited while she used magic to make sure no one could listen in on us. “You used the emergency phrase so it must be damned important! What’s up?” Mom pointed to me. “The book is enchanted and she’s not a no talent like we all assumed. You put that book on the shelf and checked her pack before she left the library. It showed up here and she immediately called you and returned it to you. It came back again. She can not only read it but she can speak the language as well.” “Did you make sure?” “She summoned it to her in front of me. She spoke Draconic perfectly and she understands the language and what the book is saying.” Mrs. Klein set down across the table from me then chanted something. I ducked immediately as a blast of magic hit the chair where I had been sitting. The blast was barely enough to reach the chair but it surprised her. “How did you know to duck, honey?” “I saw the pattern change and then your aura changed as well as you began to focus the magic at me!” “I deliberately kept that blast to barely enough power to reach your chair. No normal person could have seen what it was! I think I had better take the book and secure it in the magic vault until it can be examined more carefully by professionals.” She picked up the book and made it halfway to the door before it vanished out of her hands and showed up back in front of me again as if it had never been picked up at all. Had I not changed just a little bit ago I think I would have needed to now. Everyone looked at me. “I didn’t do anything! I promise I didn’t even say anything!” Mom came to my rescue. “We know, honey. No one is upset at you. This just took us all by surprise is all. Helen, can you make it look like this book is checked out to my daughter since it wont leave her side?” Mrs. Klein took a moment more to think of something to say. “When was the last time you were checked for magic?” “Just a few months ago. I am a physical adept. Class one. Not sure what that is though. They say I can’t cast spells and I don’t know why. I can see the magic and see the auras of everyone but can’t seem to cast a bit of magic. This book is definitely magical, but why did it choose me? Are you sure it’s not a prank spell someone placed on me to get me into trouble?” Mrs. Klein thought for a moment then used a wand and cast a few other spells to check for any possible minor spells on me or the book. My body glowed brightly with multiple colors when she cast the spell on me. “That’s a response I’ve never seen before. I think my dear Sarina that perhaps you have a talent besides physical. What else can you do?” I can see auras and magical patterns. I can read this book easily and understand it perfectly. When you used magic just now I saw you force the pattern to change to what you thought it should be. “Why not just pull the magic down that you need instead of forcing it to change and then replenishing it from all around you? If I wanted to do it your way it would take me forever. The book told me that the way to do it was to just channel the magic and adapt it to what you need so it does not drain you and force you to work so hard at it. The nearest magic energy line is just over here and if you reach out while opening yourself up to it you can do it so much easier.” I think it shocked all of us when the magic came to me when called for and formed a ball of light in my hand. I’m not sure who was more shocked. Me or everyone else. After an hour of me working a few more exercises the book had told me to try, it surprised me and everyone else with the results. What took them minutes to do with magic took me less than a second to do. I took a break to go change while they discussed the implications of what I had just learned how to do with magic. With a dry diaper on and the old one thrown away I washed my hands then returned to the kitchen table. Everyone was busty trying to figure out what to do what to do about this so I grabbed the book and settled into the living room with it. It took them nearly 45 minutes to realize that I had gone to the living room with the book to read some more. I was nearly done with the next chapter when they came in to talk with me about the book. Mom sat down next to me. “We think it would be a good idea if you did not tell anyone about this. We are not sure what is going on and if it is permanent or temporary. Once we figure out more about this ability of yours then we can see what has to be done to maybe get you registered as someone who has a late talent of some kind. Don’t use the abilities unless you have to and make sure no one else knows about this. We’re not sure why you are able to read Draconic and to speak it as well but keep it quiet. Anyone that does not already know does not need to know. Less that 200 people in the world can read Draconic and speak it this well. We would like to avoid any further problems if possible.” “My whole class already knows I can speak and read draconic as well as see auras. My substitute teacher said that it is rare but not unheard of. Until tonight I never tried any exercises the book said to try.” Mom sighed and stayed silent a moment. “That’s fine, honey. Do not tell them you can use magic as anything but an adept until we figure out what the implications of you being able to use magic the way you do are.” I went to bed at 9:30 and slept peacefully until it was time to get up and go to school in the morning. I left the book at home and mom called me ten minutes after leaving the house to tell me to check my pack as something had been misplaced. It took me a few seconds to get the pack off then open it. Inside was the book that had been laying on my bed when I left for school. “I found it, mom. Guess I didn’t forget my math book after all.” Mom had a suspicion someone had been messing with our phones so we decided to not talk openly about the book not staying away from me for long. What made us suspicious is that we have been getting odd interference over the past week and it has caused a few calls to be dropped at random. Why someone would be listening in we do not know but mom is not taking any chances. Too many people think it is important that they know what everyone else is doing, thinking, and talking about. End Chapter One That's it for chapter one folks. I hope you enjoyed it so far. All comments and questions are welcomed. Also, if anyone knows where I can buy a new body please let me know. Mine is wearing out way too fast! lol. Thank you for reading this chapter. Should I continue to post more or leave everyone in suspense for a few months? When part three is done I will post part two.

Hello Everyone! I am a 18 Year Old Straight Male from Pierce County, Washington in the U.S of A. I've been Lurking for a long time, and have been interested in ABDL stuff for quite a few years, about 8 months back i turned 18 and even then i could barely work up the courage to post and communicate with others interested in this lifestyle. I tend to lean towards the DL side of things, mostly because I've not really got to experience anything AB related other than cute diaper designs. I'm glad to finally be able to talk freely about this stuff and i am interested in exploring what others are experiencing, and perhaps looking into trying out new things!

Hi everyone! I'm Billy. I'm a stout 52 year old baby. Not really much of a furry yet. Widower for the last 3 years. No children. Private ABDL since college in the '80s. I was an intentional bed and pants wetter since about 10. Baby play has been my thing for many years. Very discrete, only with my wife and a few mommies. Professionally I was a partner in an accounting firm. Did pretty well. Sold out when my wife became sick and I had to care for her. I'm working at some simple jobs to be active and not so lonely and sad. I wear diapers pretty much all the time. Mostly bulky cloth? or cloth over baby diapers as a pad. I love the smell of Pampers or Huggies. ? Disposable at times. I also drink formula from a bottle?? and always have a binky nearby. ? ( only the small baby binkies. The Nuks don't feel right.) I've been on the bottle and baby food for many years. And had a number of wet mommies but it's been a while. Probably why I'm a lot chubbier than I used be. ?? I've always like the furry idea. ? I had a bunny onesie that was fun. When playing naked, I'll wear a fox tail. I'm sort of asexual. I've had very low T all my life so not much a sex drive. I enjoy sexual activity. ? Women are preferred to men but I've had both. (Technically, only one of each. ?) I mostly enjoy masturbatory devices or play. My mommies liked to play that way. I'm a bit concerned these days. I just want to curl up with a bottle or warm nipple. But the office will be closed for the next few weeks. With just some remote work. I hope to make some new friends here. Not looking to meet anyone yet. I am rather shy for real. Billy, ??❤ Shenandoah Valley Virginia.

I agree completely in your sentiment. It is not capitalism that I blame for the worlds behavior, nor do I blame / condone communism and/or socialism. What I support is true and complete equality and freedoms. What I blame is the greed and ignorance of a certain few. If we continue down this pure capitalistic road, I suspect that the concepts portrayed in the film In Time would become a reality. Laws exist because, in reality, a certain few cannot behave in a true equal manner. We see this in a young child - pushing and pushing to learn boundaries - but in a so called adult pushing laws to see how much that they can get away with - that is immature and childish. A young child can learn - these adults can't. The pure capitalist puts the drive for money ahead of the value of human life. They see human life as a commodity to be used for profit. This, in my opinion, is selfishness and greed for no gain that is worth anything. We all die - FACT. No matter how rich or poor you are financially does not control the time you die. Yes, the financially wealthy can die in a comfortable and warm bed / hospital.... but is that any use to them. They are DEAD. We cannot take the wealth with us, and others, after our death fight to get the financial wealth we leave behind. So why the drive for financial wealth? If we look at the root of humans based on any belief, it states that we came from the same parents. That means that we are all of the same extended family. Humans are one of the species in the world that discriminates / kills its own. Every other species works either alone or together for the combined strength of the species. I'd love to see a world without greed and a world without the need for laws. This needs education - we are supposed to learn history so not to make the mistakes of our past, but still we repeat them time and time again. If this behavior continues - the concept of 'me first', the human species is destined to die out. Across the world, charity and fundraisers have been set up to help feed the healthcare workers / elderly / isolated. This is having a secondary effect of keeping some restaurants (kitchens) open and their staff employed. This is the kind of adaption to business I expect the world to do, where business are putting people ahead of pure profit. A large amount of Banks etc are putting loan repayments etc on hold for 30+ days to reduce the stress on workers who are on reduced / zero income due to the effects of this virus - Yet, I see some people complaining that their profits are to be reduced this sector. This is the greed I am talking about - people looking for a way to make more money on the cost of human life and hardship.

I was waiting for so long, checking several times a week just for this story! So happy with this update Thank you.

I can go into conspiracy theories, brain washing, manipulation etc... and argue for ever with fools. None of this will get the point across. There is only one simple easy fact here... It has been identified that hand washing and social distancing might protect us all. If one looks at pure logic - do x and you might live, don't do x and you will die. How easy is that choice? Even if the scientists are wrong, what is the cost to us? The cost is to business that depends on us customers to interact on a one to one basis, to consume oil to move us around, to consume, to consume, to consume. Business has to change to survive... and those that don't will shut down. Bars / restaurants / hotels / tourism are a few of the industries that are going to have to change. No longer can they squash us in like sardines. In March 2004, Ireland introduced an outright smoking ban that affected these industries. The world followed suite and these businesses had to adapt or shut their doors. These businesses actually grew due to the increase of non-smoking customers. Due to people working from home instead of commuting to work places have increased the standard of the air we breath, the work-life balance - due to people able to interact with their children and not wasting part of their life on the commute. Crime levels have dropped - as most children are now under the guidance of their parents and not some faceless creche / childcare facility. Stress levels have also dropped - as people are no longer rushing (suffering road rage etc) to get to a physical location. I suspect that people will begin to spread out of the high density population of large cities as, the longer this goes on, the more people will realize that one does not need to be in commute distance of their place of work - their place of work is in their home. Yes, the world will have to adapt, and for every change, there is always the few who do not want to change. In a lot of ways, this virus is a wake up and a benefit for the world - it has reduced pollution, improved work-life balance, reduced crime, and focused us on the health and welfare of everyone no matter what country you live in and/or your religious beliefs (the version of the book you read) etc. Yes, there are people dying from this worldwide. What has been proven time and time again over centuries, when something like this hits, first the innocent die, then the foolish (those incapable of learning). In business, when a change happens, business has to adapt, otherwise, it closes. In life, we adapt to the challenges or die. Charles Darwin observed this in the mutation of species to their environment. This species (human) has to adapt / mutate or die - and we cannot let the greed for shiny things (capitalism) change our primary focus of survival of the species.

Chapter Five of the CEO Cuck is now up and ready! I'm glad you all are enjoying it! Hoping that if my work decides to close down I'll be able to get even more writing done! Chapter Six is already on my Patreon page

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It looks like Bambino's valentine's diaper to me.

Kool Aid? You mean every single country in the entire world has decided to shut down the entire financial engine of the world for at least a quarter of the year. No country is immune, and this doesn't give a rat's a about politics. It will mess us up. It messed up Wuhan. It has messed Milan. It will mess San Francisco and New York. This is only just beginning. I don't flying F about your anecdotal complaints about WHO, CDC, and every public health organization in the ENTIRE world. I don't care that they won't cover your trans surgery. In six months- you might find an ear, not now. Don't even try that rabbit hole. The only reason to try a rabbit hole is that you have a weak argument.. I don't care about anecdotal evidence. I care about numbers. I care about actions. In just one day, 15,740 world wide. About 500 of those will probably die. Thats nearly twice as many cases- and conservatively as many deaths. It's the 4th day in row that new cases have surpassed SARS-COV. It will be more tomorrow, and we won't see the rate of growth drop for at least 2 more weeks. That means today won't even be in the top-10 of new cases. I also know that students from most of Asia, most of North America, and most of Europe are currently out of school. Millions of people are not able to work, and everybody who can work from home is working from. The entire industrial machine has stopped, and that's on the recommendation of multiple public health officials, who all decided to stop the machine for jurisdiction. There is the remote chance that internet warrior who relies on name calling and non-sequiturs to support his case is correct, and the every public official in the entire world is wrong. Or, and please understand, that these people are the very best that we have to make these, and they have trained for at 12 years, plus untold amount of collectively experience, are the ones who are right. Unfortunately- reckless behavior isn't just harming. If it was- you be you. This isn't that case. If you get it, on average- you'll give to 3 people, and they will give it to 3 people, and they will give it to 3 people. You're putting everybody else at risk.

I’ve been forced to work from home for an indefinite period of time, and i’m basically diapered 24/7 whenever i’m home, so I may be wearing 24/7 for a while now. Honestly, not complaining so far :) Stay safe and please practice social distancing everyone!

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I do food deliveries at night, so no being stuck here. Possibly risky job, doing in person deliveries, but it really needs to be done....hot food and some outside contact at the door seems to help some * shrug* it's what I do. Hope everyone else is coping ok with all this stuff and related, unnecessary stupidity. Ugh!

After being kept in Elise's house for a long time Emily is finally taken outside. Later on we conclude this little tale as Emily is finally allowed to "grow up". This story was commissioned by RoboNarples. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the support of all my patrons. For $5 a month you can see every story update I write a week before anyone else and for $10 a month you get the early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE STORIES only available to patrons. There are more rewards and tiers available and all can be seen on my Patreon page. Any and all support is very appreciated https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- One morning about two months after Emily had first stumbled through the door Elise decided it was time to get the young woman out of the house for a little bit. Elise woke up extra early one morning and quietly went downstairs to prepare a basket for a day out. She filled the wicker container with sandwiches, chips and fruit as well as some drinks. She finished the preparations by laying a blanket over the food and closing the lid. Elise left the basket by the door and walked up the stairs. When she opened the bedroom door she saw that Emily was still sleeping. She walked in quietly and leaned over the bed, she pulled the covers back and felt her heart melt at how sweet Emily looked. She was wearing white pyjamas with pink flourishes and pictures of a famous cartoon princess on the front. Underneath the pyjama pants the obvious bulge of a large diaper drew Elise’s attention. Elise pulled the waistband of the pants back and checked for wetness with her free hand. She found that the young woman was saturated, not an uncommon occurrence these days. Emily stirred awake just as Elise was pulling her hand away. “Good morning, little one.” Elise said happily as Emily stretched, “I’ve got a special treat for you today.” Emily was no longer drugged nearly as much as she used to be but she didn’t move around all that much. It was as if she had adapted to having much more limited movement and even when given the opportunity she wouldn’t move around unless she had to. Her pacifier was still between her lips and she gave the rubber teat a couple of chews. Elise looked through the closet of clothes until she found a pastel yellow dress with frilly white edges. She placed it on the bedside table and then started undressing Emily. The younger woman didn’t make much of an effort to move until she was down to just her diaper. “Tweat?” Emily repeated though her speech was slurred around the large teat in her mouth. “Yes, darling, a treat.” Elise repeated as she started removing the tapes from the diaper, “Since you’ve been feeling better recently I think it’s time we took you outside for some fresh air.” Elise noted that Emily went suddenly quite rigid and her eyes bulged out of her head slightly. As Elise removed the wet night diaper she prodded Emily’s slightly pudgy tummy a couple of times, she smiled at the baby fat her little girl had put on. With a handful of wet wipes Elise wiped Emily clean and pulled the diaper away. She could see that Emily was blushing wildly and it was clear she wanted to say something but was worried about Elise’s reaction. “Out… Outside?” Emily asked with trepidation. “I’ve packed us a lovely picnic.” Elise said as she balled the used diaper up. A new diaper was opened up and laid between Emily’s naked legs. Elise put her arm under the student’s knees and rolled them back over her own head. With her free hand Elise slipped the diaper under Emily’s raised butt before lowering the woman on to her padding. The tapes on the diaper didn’t get as close as they used to thanks to Emily’s weight gain but she still fit a medium well. Elise pulled on all the edges to make sure it was on Emily securely, she then stood up with her trusty Polaroid camera. Over the many weeks that Emily had stayed with her she had filled an album with photos. Elise pulled Emily into a sitting position and then pulled the dress down over her head. The dress went flowed down Emily’s body and hugged her curves but it stopped short from completely covering the diaper. The bottom of the clean white padding poked out beneath the dress as it was shy. Elise lifted Emily out of bed and sat her on the floor of the bedroom. She walked towards the door and beckoned the student to follow her. Emily looked a little unsure, it had been a long time since she had been allowed to walk by herself. Since she arrived here even if she was let out of bed it was only to go a couple of feet away and she would always be supported by Elise. Standing by the door Elise watched as Emily shakily tried to climb to her feet. It was so cute the way she swayed and held the bed post to try and pick herself up. She nearly got all the way to her feet before her wobbly knees gave way and she dropped back on to her backside. “Ooh, baby, walking might be a bit too much for you after all this time.” Elise said with a sympathetic smile, “Why don’t you crawl over.” “But…” Emily was still chewing on her pacifier as she flopped forwards on to her hands and knees. Elise could see that the younger woman was humiliated by this treatment but powerless to stop it. Elise took another picture as Emily crawled slowly forwards. The older woman led the student down the hallway whilst smiling at how her frilly dress puffed out, when she stood behind her for a little bit she could see her diapers as clear as day. “Bump your way down the stairs.” Elise instructed. Elise walked down the stairs a little in front of Emily who scooted down each step one at a time. Her diaper crinkled loudly with each movement and her face adorably screwed up with concentration. Elise encouraged her all the way down in the same way a parent would encourage a baby trying to get mobile for the first time. There was a piece of equipment that Elise hadn’t shown Emily despite the many weeks she had spent there. Elise walked into the living room briefly leaving Emily alone by the front door. When she returned she was pushing a large stroller that had been specially adapted for an adult. When Elise turned the corner and saw Emily the younger woman’s reaction made her laugh out loud. Emily’s mouth dropped open and the pacifier she had been sucking dropped out of her mouth and rolled down her body before coming to rest between her legs. Her splayed thighs revealed the diaper underneath which she was flashing without a second thought. “Don’t you just love it?” Elise said as she stopped the stroller in front of Emily, “It was originally made for disabled people but a few small alterations and it makes an absolutely darling stroller.” Elise lifted Emily into the stroller and started buckling all of the straps together. She threaded Emily’s limbs through the correct gaps and tightened the straps until Emily was forced back into her seat, her bulging crotch was pushed out a little and the dress did nothing to hide what was underneath it. Elise smiled to herself when she saw that the padding had already changed colour in places, the yellow wetness indicator turning green as urine seeped through the padding. Elise could see Emily’s eyes looking around worriedly. It just made her look cuter in Elise’s opinion though she could understand the younger woman’s worries. Picking up the picnic basket Elise took the handles of the stroller and took Emily outside for the first time since she stumbled inside. It was very early in the morning and although the sky was clear the air was crisp. It was just warm enough to make Emily’s dress sensible attire. The stroller rolled down the garden path and out on to the street. Elise had chosen to leave home at an early time to reduce the amount of people they might walk into. She wasn’t worried if they did bump into anyone since she had excuses ready. She would say the same thing she said when she used to take Zoe outside, it was a case of taking her daughter with learning disabilities out. As they walked down the street Elise looked over the top of the stroller and could see Emily fidgeting nervously. She occasionally let out a high-pitched whine around the pacifier which was seemingly permanently planted in her mouth. The two women passed a few people on the way to the park. A man walking his dog stopped and stared causing Emily to writhe in embarrassment. There was a couple of families and some lone people but they all stared at the odd spectacle. Elise saw Emily trying to smooth down her dress constantly but it kept springing back up. The stroller rolled through the gate to the park and Elise saw that it was virtually empty. She hummed happily as she pushed the push chair on to the grass a little way from the path. Leaving Emily strapped into the chair Elise spread out the picnic blanket and put the food out. Emily was the last thing to be removed from the stroller, the straps were loosened and undone before Emily was lifted on to the grass, she immediately dropped to her hands and knees with her massively diapered rear sticking out in the air. As Elise sat on the blanket and started putting some food on to a plate Emily came crawling up to sit opposite her. Elise smiled as Emily looked around like a scared animal. “Please… Let’s go home…” Emily whispered as she plucked out the pacifier. “Come on, baby.” Elise said, “We don’t want to waste a nice day.” Elise put some fruit pieces on a plate and pushed them over to Emily. She was hesitant at first but then tentatively picked up the first piece and started eating. Elise had been feeding Emily mostly baby food so the chance for some proper food was too much for Emily to resist. As time went on more people started arriving at the park. It still wasn’t busy but every new pair of eyes seemed to heap more shame on Emily. Elise noticed that Emily had slowly been shuffling round to her. She encouraged Emily to get closer and it seemed she thought that the closer to Elise she got the safer she would be. “Are you thirsty?” Elise asked after they had been sat on the blanket for half an hour. Emily shyly nodded her head. Elise reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of apple juice. She held it out and saw Emily cringe. Clearly the younger woman had been hoping for a more grown up drinking vessel. Despite her obvious reluctance she eventually reached forwards for the bottle, Elise pulled the bottle away. “Afraid not.” Elise said with a chuckle, “Come on.” Emily looked a little confused but Elise was fully in control as usual. She took Emily’s wrist and pulled the student across her lap. She faced the sky and saw Elise’s face looming over her. Elise turned the bottle upside down and a drop of juice fell on to the frilly dress. She slowly lowered the bottle until the teat disappeared into Emily’s mouth. As Emily started nursing from the bottle Elise looked down to her crotch. Emily’s dress had risen up and exposed her diaper, there were a lot of people who would look over. People would nudge others and point over to Elise and Emily. “Good girl.” Elise encouraged the blushing Emily. Elise rocked back and forth slowly as she fed Emily. She could feel the tense younger woman relaxing in her arms, Emily had been conditioned to relax as she was fed and given her bottles. Despite being out in the middle of the open her body couldn’t fight the conditioning. As so often happened during feedings these days when Elise reached down and surreptitiously placed a hand on Emily’s diaper she could feel the warmth of a fresh wetting. She smiled and chuckled softly, Emily really was just a big baby. Elise was happy that her special treatment of Emily had helped the younger woman get better from her illness and she was sure it would improve her life going forward as well. Elise kept the bottle turned up and occasionally wiped away trails of milk that fell from the corners of Emily’s mouth. In Elise’s mind it was the picture of innocence, a motherly figure feeding the girl she was looking after in the warm sunny park. She was sure everyone who stared at her were doing so purely to admire the beautiful scene. Eventually the liquid ran out and Elise pulled the bottle away from Emily’s lips as the younger woman sucked at the air. It was like she had developed an automatic reflex to start sucking whenever something like a pacifier or bottle entered her mouth. “Why don’t you play for a bit?” Elise suggested, “I bought your favourite dolls.” Elise saw Emily looking around bashfully so decided to help the diapered woman out by reaching over to her bag and pulling out a pair of little dolls as well as some outfits to change them into and model furniture for the little plastic figures to play with. All of this was pushed over to Emily who grasped at her chest as if looking for something. Elise remembered this same scenario playing out with Zoe and she picked up the pacifier to pop into Emily’s mouth. The woman seemed to instantly relax again as she took the toys to the corner of the blanket and started making a little story for them. After fifteen minutes where Elise had picked up and started reading one of her books she noticed Emily suddenly stopping in the middle of her play. The older woman watched out of the corner of her eyes as Emily went from lying on her front to sitting up, her head looked around wildly. Elise carried on pretending to read whilst watching the strange scene. Elise saw Emily lift herself up on to her feet as she squatted low. Elise smiled and knew exactly what was going on inside the young woman’s body. She could see Emily go completely still and heard a small grunt. A few seconds later it was all over. Emily shifted forwards gingerly and laid back down on her front, the bottom of her short dress rode up and showed the diaper underneath. Elise could see the discolouring on the outer plastic telling the story of what was beneath it. Elise smiled but was in no hurry to leave. She went back to her reading whilst occasionally looking at Emily who carried on playing. Eventually though it was time to go, it had to have been at least half an hour since Emily had pooped herself. “OK, sweetheart, let’s head home.” Elise said as she started putting away the picnic items. As Emily waddled over to Elise the older woman could definitely smell the mess she had made. She looked up and sniffed the air in exaggeration. When she looked over to Emily she saw the young lady cringe and blush. Once all the picnic items were put away and stored beneath the stroller Elise picked up Emily. She placed her hand on the bottom of the diaper and felt the squishy contents push against Emily’s skin. When she placed Emily into the stroller she saw the younger woman wince, Elise could imagine the feeling as the poop spread against her body. “We’ll get you all cleaned up when we get home.” Elise said with a smile. Before leaving Elise reached down and patted the slightly bulging belly of Emily. It stuck out a little and Elise started tickling over the dress. Emily was driven wild by the dancing fingers and Elise could see her squirming this way and that, she could only imagine what that was doing to the dirty diaper between her legs. Elise chuckled as she stood up and went to the back of the stroller. The trip home was uneventful and by the time they reached the front door Emily had fallen asleep, she had missed her nap and was clearly exhausted. Elise quietly opened the front door and wheeled Emily inside. She didn’t want to wake the tired girl so she went through to the living room and left Emily in the stroller in the hallway. She was on the verge of falling asleep herself when she started hearing some soft cries. Standing up and walking out into the hallway she saw Emily had woken up and looked very unhappy to still be in her messy padding. Elise finally took Emily upstairs to clean, change and feed her. --- The routine continued for a couple more months. Emily had been drugged nearly the whole time she had been there to a greater or lesser extent. Elise decided that she had done all she could for the younger woman. It was time to let her leave the care that had nursed her back to such good health. Over the course of two weeks Elise weaned Emily completely off the medication. Every day when she went to feed Emily she would find the woman with her thumb in her mouth, it seemed she had developed quite an oral fixation and when there was nothing else for her to suck on she substituted her thumb. Elise saw Emily slowly regaining her strength and soon she was able to walk completely unaided again, her legs still forced into a funny waddle made her prone to falling over but she was getting better. Elise noticed that even once all the medication had left her body Emily was still completely incontinent. The poor girl had no idea when she needed to pee and only the faintest warning before pooping herself. On the morning of the special day Elise woke up and felt a strange kind of emptiness that she hadn’t felt since Zoe had left home. Emily had no idea what was coming and Elise was looking forwards to seeing the look on her face when she was told that she had spent her last night here. Elise got washed and dressed in the same way as usual before leaving the bedroom and walking down to Emily’s room. She opened the door and was greeted by the familiar sight of Emily curled up with one thumb in her mouth and cuddling a little dolly. Her cover had fallen off her in the night leaving her clearly wet diaper on display. She stirred as Elise walked into the room and watched as the older woman started preparing a fresh diaper and changing supplies. “Good morning.” Elise said cheerily. “Good mowning.” Emily replied speaking around the thumb in her mouth. “I’ve got some good news for you.” Elise said as she walked over to the bed with the fresh diaper, “It’s going home day for you.” “Going… home?” Emily replied as if home was something she could barely remember. “Yes!” Elise tussled Emily’s hair as she leaned over her, “You’re all better and I think it’s time you went back to your old life.” Elise had expected Emily to be grateful but she positively beamed in delight. It was all Elise could do to prevent her from getting up and bouncing around the room like an overexcited puppy. Elise felt a little put out that she wasn’t getting more thanks from the student after helping her so much but she let it go. “Hold your horses.” Elise said as Emily tried to get up, “I need to change you before you. You better pay attention because I’m not going to be there to do this for you from now on.” Elise pulled the cover off the bed completely and started taking Emily through a diaper change. She showed Emily how she would put the new diaper down underneath her butt before removing the previous one in case she started leaking before the change was over. Emily blushed but Elise could see her brow scrunched up in concentration. Elise took off the wet night diaper and wiped Emily clean with special attention paid to her three holes to avoid infections. She could see Emily trying to keep mental notes, Elise wondered how much the student’s ability to concentrate and memorize had been affected by her stay. Finally Elise pulled the front of the crinkling diaper up between Emily’s legs. She made sure to show Emily the best way to do up the tapes. The bottom ones went first and then the top ones as tightly as possible. Once finished Elise patted the diaper causing a lot of the trapped air to escape past the leg bands. Once up Elise had a special surprise for Emily. Instead of the usual baby outfits and infantile clothing Elise brought out the clothes that Emily had staggered into the house wearing. They had been washed thoroughly, dried and then ironed and folded. Elise could see Emily looking at them as if they were the Holy Grail. Obviously the one item that was missing was the underwear which were no longer required. “I’ll leave you to it.” Elise said with a smile, “When you’re ready I’ll be downstairs.” Elise left Emily alone in the bedroom. She looked over just before closing the door and saw Emily holding the clothes and looking a little nervous. “Wait!” Emily called out just before the door closed completely. Elise stuck her head back in to see Emily placing the pile on the bed and looking worried. She was biting her lip whilst her cheeks turned red, there was clearly something wanting to come out but she didn’t seem to want to admit to it. “Could you… Could you dreth me?” Emily asked with shame, “I’m just thcared I’ll meth it up.” Elise had noticed this in the last few weeks but even when Emily wasn’t sucking her thumb or pacifier she seemed to have developed a very infantile lisp. In Elise’s opinion it was the cutest thing ever. “Sure thing.” Elise said as she came back in, “But you’ll have to do it going forwards.” Emily nodded her head as Elise started sorting through the pile of clothes. She slowly dressed Emily like a child before their first day of school. She explained each thing she was doing to Emily whose embarrassment never seemed to ebb. Elise let Emily look in the mirror and could see the shock on her face. After all that time as a baby it must’ve been jarring to suddenly see her old self again. The only things that remained of her baby time were the pigtails with their little bows and the tell-tale diaper bulge around her hips. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Elise said, “Come down when you’re ready.” Elise was alone downstairs for almost fifteen minutes before Emily finally walked down looking both nervous and excited. Elise waved for her to come into the living room which she did. “Your bag.” Elise handed the open bag to Emily, “I’ve packed some diapers and changing supplies as well as your two favourite dolls. You’ll have to keep your own stock of supplies though, the pharmacies around here are great and you’ll find all you need there.” Emily nodded her head. “Oh, and one more thing…” Elise reached into her pocket and pulled out a little pink pacifier. Elise was happy to see Emily immediately open her mouth. Elise pushed the binky in and Emily gratefully sucked on it like a smoker would suck on a cigarette that they had been waiting for. Elise led Emily to the front door by the hand and opened it to a blindingly nice day. “Good luck!” Elise said as she moved out of the way, “I’m always here if you need me.” Emily stepped out with shaky legs. She slowly made her way to the end of the garden path as she looked around. Elise stayed by the door and waved as she looked back. Finally, Emily opened the gate and after a small pause she started walking away down the street. Elise felt a small tear in her eye as she watched her guest leave. She sighed and felt content that she had done all she could to help Emily before letting her go. She knew Emily would appreciate what she had done in time and Elise was almost certain she would see the student again someday. Elise closed the door and saw her cat, Trevor, looking at her from around the doorway. She sighed again and then nodded as if confirming something that no one had said. “Well Trevor…” Elise paused for a second as her mouth twitched into a smile, “I’m going to need to go to the shops for some more diapers before our next guest arrives.” Elise knew there were other young women who needed her help and was sure one would be coming sooner or later just as they had done in the past. She had to make sure she was ready for when the occasion arrived.

Chapter Twenty Sabrina blinked, slow, heavy blinks as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Bright, rosy cheeks and cherry red lips. With two dark brown lines going down her face from each corner of her mouth. Angela had not stopped there, however. Dark lines were around her wrists, a small circle set off to one side. Similarly, there were lines on her elbows, parallel and clean. Doll joints. She looked like a doll. Those blinking eyes in the mirror, emphasized with heavy eyeliner and soft pink eyeshadow even looked like they belonged to a doll. It felt bizarre, unreal. Angela patted the puffy seat of her diapered bottom, a soft thud repeated three times, pulling Sabrina out of her thoughts. "Let's go make a cute little girl very happy." What is happening? Things were changing so quickly, Sabrina was struggling to make sense of it all. An hour ago, she had been cowering at the feet of Kinsley and Lila, trying to be silent and watch movies that made no sense to her. Afraid of being punished. Before that she had been punished, battered and bruised by Faith for upsetting Angela. She had been collared, thrashed and threatened, she had felt fear and anxiety, pain and sorrow. And love. Before that, the part that still felt very real to her, she had been cuddling Lila in bed, she had been playing video games and laughing with her friends. But nothing felt solid, nothing felt real. Everything was constantly changing. She was a friend, she was a roommate, she was a rescue, she was a prisoner, she was a servant, she was a pet, she was a doll. She felt like she was everything but equal. Everything and nothing at all. She didn't remember walking from the bathroom to Lila's room, just the sound of crinkling in her ears, the vague sensation of waddling. "Oh. My. Goodness." Kinsley's hands went to her face, covering her mouth, but her eyes were wide and shining. "Bree, you look adorable. You look so precious. Look at your arms, look at your makeup! Angela, you're amazing." "It's smudge-proof." Miss Angela patted a small bag at her hip. "Those lines should last all night. Faithie, do you want doll lines?" "No mommy... " Faith blushed. The whole world was crazy. And rocking suddenly, as Lila slammed into her, arms wrapping tightly around... and dragging her off. Angela's tinkling laughter didn't match her behavior at all. "I think someone likes her new toy. Remember, Bree! Dolls don't talk." Lila's room looked different from this angle on the bed. Everything was moving so fast, everything felt so off-kilter, so sudden, so unpredictable. And Lila's hand, rubbing the front of the diaper she was trapped in wasn't helping. She looked wide-eyed around the room, noticing small touches that she hadn't put together before. The number of stuffed animals. The fact that clothes were tossed casually here and there in the room... with only a lone pair of underwear in the mix. It felt like reality itself shattered when Lila's lips pressed forcefully against her own, an unexpected and foreign tongue invading, the tip dragging along the roof of her mouth. Sabrina's eyes shot wide open as her brain caught up with the present. She tried to cry out, but her lips were silenced by Lila's. Just as suddenly, Lila broke the kiss, jumping with the sound of a thud and a crinkle. Kinsley was at her sternest. "Is that how good little girls play with their dollies?" "No Mama... " Lila climbed off of her, rubbing her diapered bottom. "She's just so cute, I wanted to kiss her." "Well little girls who play dirty with their toys get their mouths washed out, don't they?" Lila huffed, crossing her arms and pouting, her bottom lip protruding, wavering. "I just want her to have fun in her diaper, Mama." "Well then cuddle her, sugar pie. Snuggle her and cuddle her and give her lots of love." Sabrina watched as Lila's face lit back up and she climbed into the bed again, pulling her close, wrapping her arms around her. "She's much cuter now than when she got here." Sabrina was frozen in Lila's arms. She didn't dare fight back, she didn't dare even speak. A shuddering breath escaped her as Lila ran fingers through her hair, squeezing her tightly, holding her head against her breasts. "Well you two enjoy your snuggles. I'm going to turn out the light and you're going to get some rest, right?" Sabrina couldn't imagine falling to sleep then, the bulk of padding between her legs felt like she was wearing a pillow. It was there, crinkling, no matter how she moved, no matter how she shifted. "I want to stay up!" "Shhhhh... " Kinsley pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped a couple of buttons before the soft, chiming melody of a music box drifted through the room. She set her phone down on the bookshelf near the door and turned the light off, ushering the others from the room. To Sabrina's surprise, Lila relaxed instantly, her eyelids drooping almost immediately. One hand slid down Sabrina's body, resting on the front of her diaper, drawing constant attention to her predicament. She looked at Kinsley with pleading eyes. "Lila had a full day." Kinsley's hushed voice was barely audible over the soft music. "She needs a dolly to snuggle. If you get up, I'll know you can't be trusted to be a dolly and you'll go back to being the pet underfoot, crawling everywhere all the time. Prove to me you can be good for once, just sleep. Just. Be. Good." The door closed, leaving her in the dark, alone with Lila and the music. Lila nuzzled her nose against Sabrina's head, mumbling quietly. "Love you Bree. Best dolly." * * * The world had a strange, plastic sheen to it. Everything was too nice, too shiny. She wandered around the empty house, wondering where the clutter had gone. Stacks of papers, a pile of shoes, cat toys that were generally here and there. The place was pristine. And dead silent. Sabrina wasn't sure which one was more disturbing. "Kinsley? Faith?" She wandered through the house, up the stairs, down the stairs, in the bedrooms - even Faith's room was perfectly clean. "Where is everyone?" An idle thought bothered her, that she should be doing something with the opportunity - something she wasn't able to do when they were around, but she couldn't remember what it was. A stranger greeted her in the mirror. Sabrina recognized the pale green eyes as her own, but that was all... her lips were pink, gaudy earrings dangled from her lobes, and curly blonde hair ringed her face. It was only then that she looked down and noticed her clothing - a skirt that puffed out all around her, blue with a white apron, like Alice taken from Wonderland. A loud crinkle sounded with every step, every movement. A glance at the mirror behind her showed why... peeking from the bottom of her dress, plain as day, was an enormous white diaper. "No!" Her hands went to her backside, to that smooth plastic. She slid them around to the front, looking for the tapes... but there were none. She tried to hook her fingers in the waistband but she couldn't seem to manage. "No no no.. " A strange light appeared behind her as a crack appeared in the floor, widening, the bathtub moving farther and farther away from her. Sabrina screamed, stepping backward, pressing her back to the wall as the fissure widened - along the floor, wall, and ceiling. Bright light spilled in as she slid to the ground, terrified. Lila's face smiled at her from the void beyond the fissure. Gleeful with a hint of malice as her giant hand reached in and wrapped around her. "You're my favorite toy, Bree. Did you wet your diaper yet? I want to change you!" Sabrina jolted awake, sweat pouring down her face as she gasped and panted, in the dark, in Lila's arms. It took several long moments before she became aware of the soft music again, and the dream faded to the back of her mind rather than the forefront. The diaper remained real, however. As was her need for the toilet. Gently, carefully, she tried to slip from Lila's grip, from those arms that held her tightly. Every movement seemed like it came with a crashing cacophony. No matter how slowly she tried to move, both Lila's diaper and the one taped around her own hips rustled. And her need was desperate. With a soft whimper, she grabbed Lila by the wrist and slowly lifted her arm. "Bree?" Sabrina froze, her heart gripped with fear, her hands sweaty, as Lila stirred. "Bree I love you... " She yawned, squeezing Sabrina's midsection in the process - and bringing a new panic to her. "No... " A squeak escaped her as she felt her bladder let go, flooding the padding between her legs with a surprisingly warm sensation. She managed to stop the flow quickly enough, but the fact of the matter was... she had wet herself. Her bladder still ached, warning her of her need - but the diaper was already wet, and everyone would know. With a sniffle, she closed her eyes and relaxed, letting her body resume its urgent task, feeling the padding grow warm and sodden around her waist. Wetting herself like a child too small to know better. She could only lay there as she felt the liquid run down her bottom before being absorbed by the padding. It was the oddest thing, and much hotter than she had ever expected. She squirmed, feeling the diaper expand underneath her, growing swollen and squishy. In her movements her hand brushed against Lila's diaper, bringing a blush to her cheeks as she realized that Lila's was squishy as well. The girl had peed herself with Sabrina laying right next to her. Finally, finally Lila rolled off of her, giving her a little room to move. Sabrina stretched, though her mind was inexorably drawn to the warm, wet padding pressing against her crotch. Her thoughts were interrupted by a chime. The sound of Kinsley receiving a text message. Her phone. Sabrina sat upright, a little too quickly, as she realized this might be her chance. Carefully, slowly, she crawled off the bed, wincing at every crinkle. She stood like a statue, like a doll, staring at Lila when she stirred, praying to a god she didn't believe in to just let the girl go back to sleep. When she stilled, Sabrina continued on. And then the phone was in her hands. Tapping the power button, the screen came to life. Enter Your Pin. Shit. She held the phone at an angle, trying to see fingerprints on the screen, the way she had on a TV show once... she tapped a few numbers and pressed the checkmark... but the phone did not let her in. Accidentally, she tapped a button on the screen that stopped the music. In a panic, she pressed it again, not knowing if Lila needed the music to sleep or not, whether Kinsley did this regularly. Emergency Call. Sabrina considered the option. The police and an ambulance coming could work... or they could just be sent away by the girls - but it was her only hope. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them again. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped the button again and moved her finger to the emergency call... "Whatcha doin', Bree?" Sabrina looked behind her slowly, her heart pounding, as she found herself looking in Lila's eyes. "Is my dolly gonna make a pretend phone call?"

Good Start by Gerber my current favorite. ? I do at least a bottle a day. Some days only formula. It does cause teeth problems over time. This is hard to manage because it's so nice to fall asleep with a warm bottle in your mouth. The best part about bottles or breastfeeding is partially waking up with that nice, happy, stickiness in your mouth. Then taking a few sucks and falling softly back to sleep. Breastfeeding is also great. Especially after a while when the milk gets richer. Not as sweet as formula but I love waking up with the way a breast smells after feeding and that taste in my mouth. Do yourself a favor and spend time with a good wet mommy. Oh, And yes, you will poop like a baby when on formula. Goes right through you. ?

Thank you to all of you who have read this story so far and to all of you who have commented. I just finished this chapter and I hope you enjoy it. SEVEN Morning came along with a diaper change for myself. The doctors seemed to be making excuses to keep me and even my clothes had been taken from the room. At about 11:15 two men from the ministry of magic came into my room. They were flanked on either side by two very big guys wearing suits. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “Are you Sarina Blake?” “I am. May I ask who you good people are?” One of the big men stepped forward and attempted to put me into handcuffs. Sarina Blake. You are under arrest for non registration of an alpha class magical talent. You are also being charged with 953 counts of domestic terrorism and 159 counts of international terrorism. You are charged with mass murder and attempted interspecies genocide as well. You will be taken to a secure facility for the greater good of of everyone. You are no longer a citizen of any human nation and your name will be stricken from all known records in accordance with the laws of this superior nation.” The other big guy did not take it so well when the one with the handcuffs went flying into the wall. He had grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully behind my back before bending me over the bed and reaching for my diaper. It became perfectly clear at this point what he intended to do to me and there was no way that I was going to allow the bastard to rape me. The second big guy tried to use a spell but found himself unable to move until I stepped forward and punched as hard as I could in the stomach. He bent over and all the air in his lungs was also forced out by the force of the punch, The two men from the ministry were paralyzed and unable to move as I used magic to hold them in place. “I am not going anywhere with you! I am not going to be your sex toy or let you attempt to dissect me so you can figure out how I am able to magic without incantations or gestures! If you go after any of those I care about I will know.” I opened a portal gate to the elven nation and stepped through it. The men from the ministry were unable to move until after the portal had closed. The two big men on the floor took a few moments to get to their feet. Things were not going to go good for them at having allowed me to escape. It was supposed to just be a simple arrest of one attractive college girl so that information could be extracted from her before stripping her of magic and selling her to a pleasure giver house. The men were even told they could share her a few times each before bringing her to be questioned. The boss and his new friends were not going to like this. Upon arriving at the elven nation we found ourselves in a large field surrounded by giant oak trees.. All around were numerous portal opening and closing as elves came and went. “This is one of the gate fields we use. It is not far from here to the where the queen waits for us.” A guard stood at the entrance to the home where the queen lay nearly dead. The guard on the right looked relieved when he saw us. “Finally, we have had to stand guard here for a week there have been four attempts to kill her and the killer has yet to be caught or even seen. They hide and do their dirty work from the shadows. Slow poisons, venomous insects, and twice a dart has been shot at her when she came out to try to talk to us.” Movement caught my eye as I reached for the door handle. I yanked Larissa back at the last moment as a dart hit where I had reaching for. The guard were about to race off to attempt to catch the assassin. “Stop! You are being misled! Take off and the queen has no one watching her! This would make it easier for our killer to sneak in and finish her! You do honor to your desire to catch t his coward but the queen must have you here to make it impossible for the filth to enter undetected!” Larissa got paranoid real fast and just in time as a venomous snake attempted to bite he and poisonous spider dropped from the trees to go after Jorand. Both failed and Larissa's shield held. “someone wants us all dead it seems. A moment later each guard had a minor shield spell protecting them as well. Three more darts aimed at the guards failed to find their mark and fell harmlessly to the ground. Stand you guard honorable ones and let no evil pass if you can stop it.” We walked into the queen's home and found a man slouched over the the only chair in her sleeping chamber. A large knife in his back told the story of his fate. He was long beyond help. “May you find your well earned rest in the eternal glades honorable healer.” The queen lay cold and still in her bed with an ugly knife sticking out of her chest.” It was not anything I could put my finger on exactly, but it all seemed wrong somehow. “It's an illusion! This is all a lie to conceal the truth!” We heard laughter ass the illusion faded to reveal the queen laying in her bed with a healer by her side. “I never could fool my daughter for long with my illusions! There have been a number of attempts on me since the attack at the peace conference. Twice some small animal has come in and looked around then left. They think they managed to kill Torad while he sat in the chair but a few stuffed bags wrapped by illusions can work wonders to throw off those seeking to kill me.” “I do not know how much longer I can fight off crossing to the other side and that is why you four have been summoned here. I want to see my first grandchild while there is yet time.” Larissa smiled and crouched low with the baby in her arms. “My queen, I present our child, Salamar.” “A most precious gift far more valuable than any material possession! In a few months time Sarina too will have a child by Jorand! Their bond is true and they care deeply for one another!” I never knew why my son would not seek out someone from our people but after seeing the two of you again together, happy, and anxiously awaiting your first born, it makes sense that the second half of his soul was calling to him. I admit it was a surprise when you two met and immediately bonded on sight. The looks on your faces when you embraced one another was something no one can dispute!” “It surprised me to see him in person as I had been dreaming of him for years. The feeling when I saw him was irresistible! I had to have him!” Jorand smiled and held me gently. “I was having a hard time not taking and making love to her on the spot. It took a great deal of willpower to let her get us somewhere private to complete the bonding.” The queen laughed a little. “Of all the maidens who desired to be with you it was this lovely one who was the perfect one for you. In that corner is a box full of scrolls. Those are my last instructions. Fighting off that dark thing at the conference cost me greatly. A darkness is working hard to start a war. It must no happen! A war now would kill all races and no one would come out the victor in such a war! Sarina, when your time comes to bring your little one into the world, it is my wish that you do so in the sacred grove. Larissa, you do not want the throne and neither does your brother. That alone will make you good rulers. You do not seek great power or wealth. Great rulers do not seek greatness. It is thrust upon them and they do that which must be done for the good of all. Think on those words, my children. Harenda, when you asked to leave my royal guard to pursue a bond dream I thought it a foolish idea but you have proven me very wrong and have helped to make me very proud of you once more. I fear my time is almost up and soon I must cross over to the eternal glades to be with our great ancestors. Do not let the darkness stop all of you from doing what is right. My beloved Alandra, hold me one last time. The healer held the queen gently and it was clear to our eyes that had been bonded to her for a great long time. Minutes later her face went blank and her eyes lost their glow as tears worked their way down the healer's face. “She has crossed over now. Larissa, Jorand, you are the rulers now. Take the box and read the scrolls where all can hear her last wishes.” We took the box out of the home and delivered the sad news to the guard. “She has crossed over now. Her last words to all are on the scrolls in this box.” A dark figure detached itself silently from the shadows and attempted to stab Larissa in the back only to find that her personal shield still held and prevented the attack. This time the attacker could not use tricks of distraction to make their escape in order to attack another time. Harenda tackled the killer to the ground and tore the poisoned dagger from their hand. With a bit of work the attacker was made to stand and face us. The cloak of shadows was removed and standing in front of us was a female elf with an expressionless face and eyes opened wide but covered over with a dark film. “Don't kill her! She's being used as a puppet by someone else!” Larissa and I searched her clothes and finally found a small and ugly looking disk of metal attached to the back of her head. “Lay her down and hod her while I carefully remove this thing that is being used to control her!” It took almost three hours to remove the last of the dark and slowly spreading influence of the disk from her body. Once the last of it was removed she blinked in surprise and passed out. “She was being used as a puppet by whoever managed to plant this nasty thing onto her.” Using a stick I picked up the metal disk that was perhaps two inches in diameter and maybe only as thick as a fingernail. Larissa and Jorand ordered everyone back as Harenda helped me to carry the unconscious elf girl to the healers. Jorand Carried the metal disk on a long stick and refused to touch it. The trip to the healers was not long but it seemed to take forever. We reached the healers and set her down then I wandered off to go change myself while everyone else was distracted. Halfway through changing myself an elven lady walked into the woods to find me. She was a bit surprised to see me putting a diaper on. “Why is it that you wear a diaper?” “I have no control of when my body empties waste. My spine was damaged and improperly healed when I was young child. The diapers are needed by me and I have no choice in this unless I wish to make everywhere I go a mess. I do hope one day to find a way to repair the damage done to me.” “That is sad. Why did not the healers heal you completely?” I finished securing the clean one and pulled my jeans back up carefully then used magic to vaporize the used one. “The situation at the time was far different than today. The healers were only motivated by greed and arrogance then. They were paid to only hela me as much as they were required and then went beyond that and tried to make sure I could never conceive and have children because I could not do magic the way they did and was from a family that did not have a great amount of money.” “What of the one brought into here to be healed? Can she be helped?” If the healers will permit it then I would be honored to be allowed to try to help her. No one should be used by another the way someone used her. Removing the item used to control her was difficult and the darkness it created fought back in attempt to destroy her as I fought to remove it and not kill her in the process. It was difficult but I am stubborn and refused to give up.” I rejoined the group as the healers were working hard to heal her body. “We can heal the body , but her soul has fled to escape the pain. The power to call her back is beyond us. All we can do is wait and hope she returns on her own.” I sat down next to her and looked at her. She is so young and very pretty. No one so young should have their life ended in such a vile manner. I can feel her calling out to me. She yet lives and that is enough reason for me to try if I may.” “She is beyond our reach, but your magic is different and perhaps you can do what we are unable to do. Please try.” I settled down and went to work. Using every single bit of magic I hunted out every last trace of the darkness in her mind and removed it carefully. The darkness had been attempting to reach her last hiding place and kill her when I finally found it and forced it back and finally out of her. I opened my eyes to find everyone staring at me. Jorand had his arms around me as if to shield me from harm. On the ground the girl began to wake up. “You were glowing. Every silverwood tree in the area sent roots out to you as well. In the history of our race this has never before happened! Your markings, how did you receive them?” “I helped in a very minor way to heal a silverwood tree that someone tried to burn down with a thing they called a dark elemental. The tree held me when I passed out and would not let go of me until the paramedics arrived.” the lady I had talked with a few minutes ago looked at me and smiled as everyone stared at her and at me. “You saved the tree and in turn have received it's eternal blessings. You have thoughtlessly given of yourself numerous times in order to save lives that would otherwise have been lost. You work hard to prevent a war and to help people understand one another. You are truly blessed and I mark you as one of my own, dear child. You have seen so much darkness and you stand against as a beacon of light. You are hence named Sarina Pure Heart Silver Tongue and will be forever welcomed in these lands.” The lady faded away and it left me staring in shock. “Who was that beautiful lady?” It took Larissa a moment to answer. “She is Selune! The Great Mother who gave birth to the first of us! You have just been blessed by a goddess!” The new spread faster than wildfire it seems and before we had even left the healers Grove. The girl I had helped to heal and revive was exhausted and terrified of being used as a puppet again. I don't blame her. I would be just as terrified in her situation. This place was insane! First someone attempts to kill the queen using another as their puppet to do their dirty work, now a goddess shows up in person and blesses me! “Is there someplace Jorand and I can get some rest? This little one and using so much magic is wearing me out a bit. It does not have tp be a mansion or anything like that. Just someplace quiet that we can get some rest in.” Larissa smiled at me. I think I know of just the place. There is a small house in one of the groves and it will be perfect for you and my brother! Her and Harenda smiled and led us to grove ringed with silverwood trees. In the center of this grove was a massive silverwood tree that had been carefully shaped just right for a pair of individuals to use as a home. A small stream flowing not far off fed a pool near the tree before flowing on to vanish into the forest beyond. “It's lovely! What is this place?” Jorand looked at his sister. “Are you sure about this?” “I'm sure. She's been made welcome by the Great Mother and I can think of no better place.” “Thank you for this. I hope we prove worthy of this honor.” She laughed as I yawned. “You are starting to sound like your better half now! Go get some well deserved rest and when you wake up you can come find us and we can figure out things from there. The queen's final words will be read tomorrow when all have had time to get into places where they can hear her final words read aloud.” Her a Horenda walked off to let us get some sleep. I felt positively exhausted. “What is t his place exactly?” He smiled and held me gently as we walked. “This is the sacred grove. The last one to live in this holy place was your predecessor, the last Dragon Mage. You can learn more about him later. For now, we both need sleep.” I stopped at the entrance to the house and was about to ask the tree for permission to sleep inside when the door opened for us. “Thank you for this great honor!” Inside was bigger than I had expected. It was huge! We found the sleeping chamber and within minutes we were both sound asleep. It had been a long and crazy day so far. I had dreams of reading ancient scrolls and translating them as Jorand wrote down the translations. After that it was dreams of sending copies to all the great libraries so that all the people could share in the wisdom on the scrolls. We woke up the next day and stretched. An all too familiar problem made itself known and to make matters even more fun, I was out of diapers. My main supply was back at the school. We had not anticipated being here this long. It was just supposed to be a quick visit for an afternoon then a return to deal with the idiots trying to make a mess of everything. Jorand laughed and handed me a clean diaper. Setting next to the bed was a bag of diapers in my size. “I do believe that someone is making sure we have what we need. Whoever left these for me, thank you ever so much!” I changed and then did my usual trick of vaporizing the used diaper. I did not wish to leave a pile of them laying around and stinking up the forest. I found my clothes had been replaced in the night by very colorful leather clothes that were so soft they almost felt like cloth. “These are lovely! They are perfect for living and working in this lovely realm!” We found Larissa talking with a group of individuals and from the looks on their faces it was a serious discussion. Larissa noticed us and smiled. “Those new leathers are perfect for you! Darla made them for you as her way of thanking you for saving her!” “How is she? Is she going to be alright?” “Relax, she's fine. She's with her life mate right now. They have been apart for nearly a month and they are renewing their bond.” She defied my mother and went outside the realm to find who she was dreaming of and found her. I was just talking with the council here about opening our borders once more but in a more cautious and controlled manner. This would allow a large number of visitors to come and see how we live and work. We can exchange ideas and information. We have been trying to make sure we have everything dangerous carefully restricted from visitors as well as some of our sacred locations. We want to avoid anyone getting hurt as well as having certain areas sacred to us made a mess of by curious individuals. Our biggest problem is making sure that anyone intending to cause problems is not allowed to enter. No weapons are allowed in. The biggest trick is stopping the problem causing individuals from entering.” “Set up a guard and a small truth spell on an object that all wishing to enter must touch before they can enter. A guard can turn back those who wish to cause problems. We can have the guard rotate every two hours so they do not get bored and almost fall asleep. The members of the council looked at each other then smiled. “That's an excellent way to do this! I see you curious about our role here. We are called a council but we mainly act as a way to pass information along to everyone in the nation so that information can be passed along quickly to everyone. We have no authority to make laws or anything like that. We merely help the queen get information to the people. Each of us sends information to a different part of the realm and it takes the nine of to cover the realm completely.” “What about letting the people have a chance to share their ideas and thoughts on important decisions with the queen and with Jorand? Is there a way to do that? Larissa smiled brightly. “By the Great Mother! That is a wonderful idea! This will let me know how the people feel about important decisions and will enable them to give their input on on how some things can be done better or maybe just tweaked a little for the benefit of everyone!” The council members smiled and launched into a technical discussion of how to accomplish the latest idea. They never noticed as we walked quietly off to let them figure out things. I wanted to find their idea of a library before the reading of the queen's last words. Jorand knew exactly what I was curious about and led me to their idea of a library. Thousands of ancient scrolls were stored in nooks in the cave walls. The entire place was kept at a certain temperature, humidity, and light level to help preserve the ancient scrolls. Jorand smiled at me. I always wanted to come in here and start reading these but mother was afraid of me making a mess or ruining a scroll they could not replace. Most of these old scrolls are no longer able to be read as we do not know how to read them. Over time our language has changed and many of the scrolls were never kept up to date.” “I can read them but I can't exactly make translated copies. If I read them to you can you use a spell or something to write down what I'm reading out loud if I translate it as I speak?” After a bit of work we found a solution and I began reading each scroll out loud in the current elven language. As I translated the scroll and read it aloud Jorand had a magical spell copy what I was saying onto fresh paper so that the ancient scroll would now be translated and written down in a language they could all read.” A lot of the scrolls were about various different ways of using herbs to heal and different uses for each herb. There were thousands of recipes for different healing potions and poultices and even a few salves as well.” We took a break at about three hours into translating so I could change again. Larissa found us an hour later and let us know that she was about to read out the final words of her mother. “Your mother was a wonderful person and the world is a bit darker for her passing.” I hugged her and let her cry a few minutes. We all walked back to the location where the council of far speakers was waiting patiently for us. Larissa and Jorand stood side by side as she picked up and broke the seal on the first scroll. “These are the last words of my mother the queen.” It took her almost an hour to get through all but the very last scroll which was marked as confidential and for Larissa, Jorand, Harenda, and myself to read. In her final words she asked once more that I have my baby in the sacred grove when the time came. Larissa and Jorand were to rule as equals and any disagreements they had were to be talked out and carefully considered before making a decision. Harenda was asked to help the healers as he had a way of working with plants that few others did. In the last paragraphs she detailed what she had suspected was going on and causing so much chaos in the world. “Every nation has been infiltrated by dark forces bent on the destruction of the races. A few dark whispers of something called Varda have been heard but she had not been able to find enough time to try to find out who or what Varda was. There was someone in the heart of the realm acting on behalf of the dark forces and they sought to kill her and her offspring so as to start fighting and allow a rot to set in that would destroy the people of this realm. She had a few suspicions but no proof and asked that we be on our guard against this darkness. Her final wish was for the four of us to be joined as is tradition and show the people that there was good to come about even in the dark times that had everyone worried. With the last words of the queen completed, Jorand wiped away tears and came to me for comfort as Larissa went Harenda. For us, our Life mates were our strength to fight the darkness that wanted to overwhelm us all. The healers had managed to destroy the disk that had been used to control Darla and almost kill her. It was a pleasant surprise when I saw her and another female elf holding her as she cried. Her life mate was also female and it surprised me to see that same gender relationships were not shunned here as they are in the outside world. The pain of her sadness drew me to her like a moth to a flame. “You are not alone dear woman. You have your life mate and she has you. Together you are strong and can face this darkness with strength. Your love of each other is your strength. When you have doubts about yourself look to your life mate and you will find a love that that is unconditional. That love will make you strong enough to push the darkness away and keep it away for all time!” The two of them hugged me and seemed to feel better after this. “You have a child in you! Who is your lucky Life mate?” “I have the greatest life mate I could ever want in jorand! He completes me and is my strength to stand and fight back against the darkness!” He lets me continue to study to be a healer and when others have done their best to stop me, he has done his best to help me continue working to that goal!” “Jorand? As in the king Jorand?” “The same. We met in the outside and bonded when our eyes met. We have been together as life mates since then and shall be unto our final crossing to the eternal glades!” “He has found a life mate at last and that too is great news! We all of us feared that he would never find the one he saw in his dreams. Far too many of us are never able to find our life mates and a great many of us have chosen to leave forever to search for the ones they seek.” “Larissa is planning on opening the borders once more so that all may more easily find those they seek. This will allow us to talk with others and share information as well as ideas. We can work towards bringing peace to the world by working together and sharing ideas! We can develop new medicines and discover lost information that will benefit all the realms of the world! This is the goal we feel will help us all to help one another and thus defeat whatever this darkness is that works to destroy us all!” The two of them smiled as they listened to me speaking about the dreams we shared. “Listening to you it is easy to understand why the Great Mother has chosen to bless you herself! Perhaps the knowledge you look for can be found in the ancient scrolls. We have both longed to read some of them and to help translate them so that they are no longer lost to the ages.” As we talked and walked the two of them listened to what we had planned but asked us how we had managed to get around the scroll keeper who refused to let a single person read any of the scrolls or books in the library. Why would he do that? Why stop people from looking for answers to questions?” “We don't know. He does not permit any to use the scrolls or books though. He gives no reason and turns away all who ask questions. He refuses to answer us as to why he forbids reading the scrolls and books.” We arrived at the cave the ancient scrolls were in and found the scroll keeper looking angry. He had a torch in hand and all the scrolls were in a pile on the ground. He dropped the torch but it never reached the the scrolls he had intended to burn. The scrolls had been doused in a oil to make them burn faster and make it next to impossible to save once they were lit. The torch flew out and onto the ground where it was extinguished quickly. The man turned with a snarl and attempted to call lightning to strike Jorand down and kill him. The bolt of lightning struck a shield of pure magical energy and was absorbed into the weave where it would cause no harm to anyone or anything. Twice more he tried to kill us but quickly used up his reserve of magic and found no new magic to draw upon to replace what he had used. In desperation he he called out in a language that even I did not recognize and threw a metal disk to the ground. From the disk emerged a dark and angry thing that sought to kill all it saw. “There has been enough death! You are not welcomed here!” The two girls used spells to pull the scroll keeper out of the cave and then bind him while Jorand worked to create a barrier between the scrolls and the dark elemental. Denied it's intended target it lashed out at us with all it's might. It took me a while to defeat the thing on my own but with help from the others the scrolls were saved and the scroll keeper was alive and able to answer for his actions.” The side effect of fighting the creature was now sloshing around in the seat of my diaper. The cleanup took a bit of time and the smell was horrible. Once cleaned up and changed the mess was taken care of in my usual manner. “My apologies for the smell. I have no control in when my body chooses to void itself and it seems to love to do so at the most inconvenient times.” All of us delivered the struggling and cursing Scroll keeper to Larissa and let her know what had happened. The man attempted to lie and claim we had attacked him for no reason. “I have not known my friend or brother to ever do that. A simple truth spell in front of witnesses shall give us the answers we seek. Harenda called for the healers and th4e far speakers and anyone else in the area to bear witness. Within minutes nearly a hundred people with numerous different talents and ways of doing things were ready to hear what the man had to say. Under truth spell the man struggled to not speak but in the end was compelled to say what he had done and why. It turns out that this man had been working hard for decades to bring the realm into chaos and ruin. Numerous people had been made into his puppets and when they had served their purpose he destroyed them. He had performed numerous vile acts of blood magic requiring the sacrifice of infants and innocent children. All of this was concealed under the guise of various ailments and accidents. “You are no elf! You work to destroy the very people you were supposed to help! You have committed horrible and vile atrocities in your insane quest for power that is forbidden in all realms by all people! Your crimes shall be revealed to the realm and all the people shall consider what your punishment is to be. You will be held until such time as you punishment is determined.” The man spat at Larissa and cursed her as he was carried off to be held until his punishment was decided. “Varda will destroy you all!” Agian the word, Varda. The two girls who had helped to save the great library and ancient archive asked for permission to help repair the damages to the ancient scroll and the library. “We have always loved the idea of helping others find information and it would be unforgivable to let the knowledge be destroyed by one greedy thing!” Larissa and Jorand looked at them and then whispered to each to other for a few moments. “Would you two like to become the new scroll keepers? You both have love of helping others find information and a love of knowledge.” “We would be honored!” “Then so it is decreed that you are both keepers of the scrolls and the knowledge found in them.” three days later the thing that had been a scroll keeper and was declared as no longer an elf was taken to an opening in the woods. “The people have spoken and you are not to be executed. They feel enough blood has already been shed and It is my thinking that they are right! You will be set loose into the maze and in there you will be judged by the great Mother! If you are deemed as worthy of a second chance you will be able to exit the maze and start your life over again.” The man turned and leaped at Larissa with a look of madness in his eyes. Larissa grabbed the man and spun exactly as I had taught her months ago. She used hi own momentum against him and threw him into the ground. A half second later she had a knee in his back and his left arm twisted firmly behind his back as well. “I am not an easy victim incapable of defending myself! May the Great Mother have mercy on you!” She shoved him froward through the opening where he vanished from sight. “This is the maze as we call it. It is an endless maze of passages through the woods where you are held accountable for every action, thought and desire you have done and have. If the Great Mother finds him worthy of a new life he will be allowed to find his way out. If not, we shall never see him again.” I walked through here yesterday and it led me to some very lovely glades where I found several silver wood trees! I enjoyed being able to talk with them for a while and to tell them of my dreams of becoming a doctor. They all seemed to like the idea and encouraged me to keep working towards that goal! What will he find in there?” “I do not know. Only the Great Mother knows what he wil find in there. You walked in there seeking some peace and quiet so you could think on how to achieve your goals of being a healer I bet.” “You know me too well. The trees were a great help and eased a lot of my fears about being worthy to be a doctor. The ancient scrolls contain a lot of information on medicine and ancient herb lore as well. The trees suggested I look at the old scrolls for information as well. I may have been forced to quit medical school, but I wont let it stop me from learning how to help others. All my life I have loved the idea of being a doctor or maybe being able to talk with people to help them find solutions to problems without having to get violent. Don't get me wrong, I still love a good fist fight, but it is not my guiding ambition. There has to be a better way than just knocking heads together in order to get them to start thinking. Those are some of the things I was thinking about as I walked in there and found the grove and the trees.” she laughed again. “Only you would walk into the maze and find not only peace but a way to continue to help others! This is why the Great Mother blessed you. You entered the maze and it judged you and rewarded you with insight that allows you to continue to work towards your goals of helping everyone you can! Even the silverwood trees themselves love talking with you and rarely do they speak with anyone! Every time you see someone hurting you do what you can to help them! You are going to make a great mother and a great healer! One of mothers last requests was for us to be joined and I think it is a good idea. We can use this as a way to help everyone forget the sadness of sending a former elf to be judged for his actions. In three days the gates will open and I think that we should have the ceremony then. Everyone will be welcome to attend and witness what the four of us already know! We already know we all belong together!” to make sure everyone knew about the ceremony we asked the far speakers to send the word to all corners of the realm. Every country was invited to send their rulers to witness the event and meet the new rulers of the elven nation. We could also use this as a way to talk to these rulers and hopefully resolve some issues.” The gates opened and everyone that was allowed entry loved the realm and enjoyed exchanging ideas and information with us as well. On my way to the joining ceremony I spotted two human girls helping an elder elf woman to regain her feet after she had tripped and fallen. “Your poor knees! They did their best to help ease her pain and stop the bleeding from her knees as I walked up to them unnoticed until I was right up on them. “”Those knees of yours are still hurting! Why have you not asked for them to be healed?” “I'm merely a common person and that is reserved for those who are not of common birth.” “Whoever lied and told you that is not an elf and I for one will never turn away a person because of social status, money, or talent, or even lack of a talent!” Let me heal those poor knees of yours so that you no longer feel pain when you walk or stand.” It took a few minutes to heal everything that was wrong with her as she had been hurt numerous times over the decades and never healed. Seeing her stand on her own and be able to see again was was well worth being a few minutes late. The elder looked at me and gasped then tried to kneel before me. “Do not kneel to me dear sweet elder! I help where I am able and you needed the help. My reward is seeing you healthy and happy once more.” “But you are Sarina Pure Heart Silver Tongue! Blessed by the Great Lady herself in front of witnesses!” “So I have been told that a few times, but I prefer just to be called Sarina. I help because I like helping! The joining is in a few minutes so come, enjoy the ceremony, and meet many more from the outside world as well! Bring your honored friends as well! I showed up a few minutes late and Larissa smiled at me. “Nervous?” “I stopped to help someone real quick. I did what little I could for her and then came over here.” Larissa chuckled. “you refuse to stop helping everyone don't you.” “Why should I stop helping? I like seeing people get the help they need! But in your case, I can't fix crazy!” Larissa laughed and threatened to throw me in a cold lake as revenge for teasing her. Two hours later the joining ceremony was complete. Several people congratulated us and we all began to work the crowd of people. I talked with everyone and was able to talk to several diplomats from the outside world as well. The dwarf king was talking to someone when I began working my way towards him. The two of them shook hands and parted company. “Ready for something that will put hair on your chest? He turned and laughed when I handed him a jar of whiskey that I'd asked to be brought in for him. “I have an uncle makes moonshine the old way. He wont tell me his recipe, but I know it's strong and damned good tasting.” He took a niff then drank a sip. He was not expecting it to be very strong and coughed a moment. He looked at the jar, smiled, and then drank almost half of it before putting the lid on it and saving the rest for later. “By my father's beard! This has a kick to it and a fire that that warms you up from the inside! I like it!” My uncle is looking to export in large batches if you know of anyone looking for something like this. This is a sample. I have 50 more gallons already being sent to your home as a miners gift. I heard you guys found some excellent new seams with high quality material. That type of good news requires a celebration and we both know a good celebration needs a good drink to go with it!” “You sure you aint part dwarf?” We both laughed and talked for a while about trades and in under three hours we had a solid trade agreement in place and he promised to buy another thousand gallons of my uncle's whiskey. That would help my uncle as his small distillery was having a hard time making money. This large of an order would help him out big time. The other agreements on trade would benefit his people and the elven nation as well. Larissa met up with me and laughed. “Did you just bribe him with moonshine?” “I did. My uncle makes a real good moonshine in his distillery back home and I gave him a sample as well as a large amount in celebration of them hitting a rich deposit of gold and another big deposit of silver. I also got a trade agreement worked out that benefits your realm and his.” I handed her the scroll and she laughed as she read it. “My mother never could get him to make any trade agreements with us!” “He likes a good strong whiskey. My uncle is going to be getting an order for a very large amount to be exported legally to the dwarven kingdom. The increased revenue will help my uncle and the county he is in can make use of the additional revenue taxes as well. It works out for everyone so far. The president is surrounded by guards who refuse to let me talk to him though. I only invited him out of politeness. He is stubborn and does not care much for other races. He listens too much to the lies that he is told. Maybe I should kidnap him and hook him up with a couple of the fertility maidens!” Larissa and Harenda laughed about that idea. Jorand shook his head in defeat. By the time the three day celebration was over a number of trade agreements with various nations had been reached and everyone would benefit from the trade. It was a gathering that I considered a good success. A number of doctors from various nations were coming here to share information with our healers as well. To me that was the greatest success. At the end of three days I was dead tired and needed rest. The baby was very active now and my nausea was not helping. After five days of barely holding anything down Jorand called for the healers to look me over. The healer that helped to keep the queen alive marched me straight to the pool in the center of the glade. “You need to rest and heal yourself for a change!” “I have been resting and taking it easy though!” “You are a terrible liar! I have heard of what you have been doing lately! You have done so much to help others but now it is time to help yourself! This sacred pool has healing properties. You will relax in it for the rest of this day or I will sedate you and I know the trees would help me! I talk with them, and they are worried about you as well! You are pregnant and pushing yourself so hard to help so many, but you must rest and let your own body heal slowly for a change! For once, let someone help you!” I relaxed in the warm pool and fell asleep, which I am sure pleased the healer. I wish I could say we all lived happily ever after but dangerous times were just around the corner and still no one knew a thing as to who or what Varda was. Someone was still out there manipulating others to try to start a war. Outside the elven nation the attacks grew worse and more frequent. Peace began once more to break down. END SEVEN That's it for this chapter good folks. I will post the next chapter when I have it done. Santa Clause, President Trump, and Meatloaf will NOT be in the next chapter. lol. Thank you for reading this chapter. All comments and questions welcomed. I had thought about having the birth of Sarina's little one in this chapter but decided to wait until the next chapter instead. As for who or what the Varda are remains a mystery so far. Are Varda a race or an item or a place? Eventually that will be revealed. I have dropped a few hints and we will see what happens. All comments and questions are welcomed.

28 - Game Over? “Let me go check your bathroom.” Mary walked into Joyce’s bathroom, already spotting the first thing she needed on the counter: handsoap. She turned on the faucet to get the cold water running, now looking for something to fill it with. “Well, paper cups aren’t going to work...” she murmured, turning to the closet, finding nothing more than a box of cup refills, towels, amenities and nothing else that was useful. Next came the cabinets. Nothing in the top two on either side of the mirror, so the bottom ones were next… Though, when she got on her knees, she saw something peculiar in the bin underneath the counter. It was white - well, mostly white. It looked a bit yellow and discolored… She could see fringes of light green around the edges, and it had a bit of a smell to it. It was large and took up the entire base of the trash bin. Then, the more Mary stared at it, the more suspicion she had. No...it couldn’t be. A mother of many years, disasters and disgusting situations, reaching into a trash bin was the least of her worries. The only thing to be afraid of was touching a used needle, and she hardly expected to find something like that here. When she did pull it out, there was a brief moment of surprise, mainly because Mary wasn’t fully expecting to find what a mere inkling of herself thought it might be. Holding it from the top, the crotch of the diaper unfolded with a weighty slump. A wet diaper. It was covered in designs. Barney? No...it was Sesame Street, if she remembered right… Apart from being used, she smiled a little. The diaper did look cute, in a nostalgic sort of way. Designs had really progressed since the days when she was an active mom… Regardless, the diaper was large. Larger than a normal-sized baby would wear. Was...was this Emily’s? Naturally, it was the first connection she would make. Then she sighed, realizing that this was probably another “secret” she wasn’t supposed to find. Well, there was no helping it now. The discovery hardly phased Mary, because after all, she wasn’t going to tell anyone. But, if Joyce did want to keep it a secret and handle it properly, the least she should know is that a diaper shouldn’t go in the trash bin. After all, the smell would fester otherwise. Standing back up, she carried the diaper with her into the next room, casual on all fronts. If she didn’t make a big deal out of it, hopefully her daughter would feel the same way… But she didn’t stop to consider what Emily might think. She didn’t consider Emily at all, namely because she didn’t expect to find her in the room to begin with. So, you might imagine why such a calm and collected woman up until thus far since her introduction, could be so more-than slightly surprised by the sight of her. “O...oh! E-Emily,” Mary spoke, the only one even remotely composed enough to make words. Did she not hear her come in over the noise of the sink? Joyce and Emily were caught in headlights, still staring at the glaring contraband hanging from Mary’s hand. She said her name from shock, but Emily could feel the accusatory blows wallop her over the head. Her stomach churned. “...Th-that’s, th...” Emily’s lips were moving but the words wouldn’t come out like she wanted. Her tongue didn’t want to listen either, scaring her into thinking she might choke on it. Sheer panic was written all over her face and the best she could do was look to Joyce for help. “Uh...uhm...” She was starting to feel like a wobbly foundation as her legs trembled. Joyce was just as frazzled as Emily. Was she supposed to be angry? Upset? Worried for Emily? Writhing with guilt, because she let her mother into the bathroom to begin with? Only seeing the diaper now made it obvious how it may have been seen in the bathroom, but does that mean it was her fault to not expect her mom up and grabbing a diaper out of the trash for who in the hell knows what reason?! When would the divine punishments end? For that small sum of seconds a suffocating silence filled the room like a potent stench, and thankfully that wasn’t coming from the diaper. Instead, all they could seem to wade through was the dense muck known as sheer awkwardness, uncertainty and embarrassment. “Joyce,” Mary said again, garnering both of their attention, “it’s okay, you don’t need to keep beating around the bush. I think I understand now.” “Y-you,” Joyce nervously gulped, “you do?” Please, let there be some minute, miniscule speck of hope left in this vast and deep pit of misfortune. Anything to let her mom miss the mark even in the slightest. Just having to stand here like this hit both Joyce and Emily somewhere sensitive, an extremely raw place that was being scorched under the beating sun. Mary’s last three words were too much for Emily. While Joyce may have been ousted for being the puppetmaster, it was a bittersweet complement to Mary holding a diaper that Emily wet last night. Maybe for Joyce in the shadows, but right now it was Emily’s reputation on the line, exposed to a person so crucial to the wellbeing of her relationship with Joyce, and that very crucial and very fragile piece of information scared her in a way that not even a horror movie could. She was living a nightmare right now and it was starting to show. “Awhh, Emily, honey,” Mary spoke to her with a sympathetic smile, setting the diaper down and walking over to her. Why was she? What was she doing? Was she going to ridicule her? Berate her? Slap her? Why wouldn’t she? After all, she’d just been discovered to be a grown woman that likes acting like a full-on baby for her girlfriend. How could she not find it weird? She’d never look at Emily the same way again. She’d tell Frank and then he’d harbor the same doubts and disgust. Everything she’d worked so hard to build with Joyce and her parents would be ruined. Everything was ruined. Nothing would be left…! She suddenly hiccuped, feeling the tears rolling down her hot cheeks. Why did she have to cry so much? It was one crying fit after another! Then, she braced herself for what Mary might do or say, but in all honest truth, she was ready to collapse at the mere drop of a single syllable. However, instead she was thrown off her mental balance once Mary wrapped her arms around her. Emily expected to be touched, but not as softly as this. She was planning for a hand to the face, not arms around her torso. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mary soothed, much to Joyce and Emily’s stunned surprise, rubbing her hand up and down her back. She leaned back to get a better look at Emily, daring enough to wipe away one of her tears. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, okay?” The soothing was strange and unexpected, but Emily was still desperate to throw her off the trail, off the scent. They had one golden rule for the parent’s visit, and it’d just been shattered. “P-please, it’s not what y-you think...! It’s just...or it’s…!” Why? Why couldn’t she think of anything? But, above all else, in the face of fetishism and kinkdom, why was Mary hugging Emily, of all things? “Emily, I know you’re upset that I found out, but I don’t want you to think that I’d ever use it against you. There’s no shame in what you can’t help, sweetie.” No shame in…? Joyce kept looking on, just as confused, and only as an afterthought did Emily slightly pan her eyes over to Joyce. “M-mom…?” Joyce started to speak, and it did get her attention, but it was abundantly clear who was in control of the situation. “Here, would you feel better if you got to be next to Joyce?” She loosened the hug and gestured to her daughter. Emily was still distraught, but right beside terror sat a growing confusion as to what Mary might know. This was bad, most certainly, but neither Emily nor Joyce knew how bad. Above all else, Mary’s reaction seemed...awfully tame. But aside from that, she did speak to Emily’s tendencies, because she did want to be with Joyce right now. More than anything. She gave her strength and shelter, and there was a raging storm right now. So, like a child following a mother’s gentle suggestions, Emily did leave Mary, not even caring how it looked when she wrapped her arms around Joyce, nuzzling her head into her chest as her legs finally gave out. She needed this, otherwise she might really lose her mind. Though, she continued to vent through tears. Emily was ruined, and Joyce felt just about the same, but even under all the stress and disaster she couldn’t seem to collapse with Emily right beside her. She wanted to soothe her, tell her everything was going to be alright, but she wasn’t prepared to outright lie to her. Her partner. Her little girl. Joyce hugged her back, but she still kept looking at her mom. She tried to think of something that might dissuade her, but she had that look in her eyes, a look of pure determination. Nothing Joyce would say could change her mind. It really was over. She knew. The trio sat on the bed, which was where Mary dropped a bombshell. “Emily, it’s okay if you need to wear diapers sometimes. I don’t think anything bad about you because of it.” Joyce looked down at Emily, feeling her grip grow tighter and her cheeks still crimson. She was definitely going to need a minute. Much more than a minute. Meanwhile, Joyce had to fully digest what her mother just said. “Wh-what?” Joyce asked. “Joyce, I had some ideas after everything I’ve seen, but you can’t tell me I’m wrong after what I saw in the bin,” she said, reaching over, thoughtfully rubbing Emily’s shoulder. Did...did she have the right? That stung. Meaning, her mom had been suspecting something was up since the start? She didn’t even fully understand what her mom thought she knew. All she could think of now was that her mom didn’t know the full truth, thankfully enough, but on the flipside was painting her perception of Emily into a dangerous corner. “Please...it’s not what you think…” Emily mumbled past the tears and hugs, “Emmy, sweetheart,” did...did she just use her pet name? “It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend now.” “Mom...what are you talking about?” “What? Joyce, could we stop with the secrets?” Mary didn’t lose that look in her eyes; determined to pull back the curtain that was only hanging by just a few more threads. “I didn’t think much at first, but I started to see the signs, you know.” “S-signs?” Emily whimpered. “Oh, please don’t be mad, Emily,” Mary spoke apologetically, sounding more compassionate to her than Joyce could ever imagine for herself. Maybe she really did have a soft spot for Emily… The biggest thing to notice though was how it wasn't a total outrage right now. No one was blowing up, so...Joyce couldn’t help but think there was something amiss. The way her mom talked, it wasn’t what Joyce would expect. It was almost as if she thought something else? Need? Necessity? She talked about the diapers like Emily had to wear them, which she didn’t. So, then…? “I guess what got me thinking was when we were first at the zoo. When Emily disappeared and you went after her, well, I thought it may have been something else when you said it was bathroom-related, Joyce, but...seeing everything now, I guess it really was.” Joyce had to take a mental pause, taking stock of the many possessions she held in this house. She had to think, did she own a gun? Because if she did, she had every intention to shoot herself in the foot with it, considering what her mom just said. What was supposed to be a small lie to cover their relationship troubles had done the exact opposite of helping them. It only made her mom more suspicious of Emily, and Joyce never stopped to consider once how that might affect the future. “The next time was when we got home last night. Joyce, Emily, I promise I wasn’t snooping, but when I was walking down the hall to our room, well...the bathroom door was open.” She could feel it. The knife sticking into her. It was her fault for not closing the door. She could have prevented this. All that paranoia she’d been trying to shake off, it had been a sign. A warning. “...” Emily had gone mute. Everything was slowly beginning to unravel, their poor facade they they used to hide away the truth for the sake of Joyce’s parents and themselves, but even then they couldn’t manage that! “It’s okay if you need help sometimes; I don’t mean to make fun of you at all, Emily,” and while she assured the girl, Emily felt herself growing smaller and smaller. Did they keep any rocks in here? She was just about ready to crawl under one and die. “I promise I didn’t look; I kept walking as soon as I saw.” Yet, nevertheless, she saw. Joyce standing in front of Emily while she used the toilet. Like she needed to be supervised. Holding a stuffed animal, no less. And if we were being technical, stuffed mochi, but this was hardly the time for technicalities. “Then I happened to wake up last night because of the thunder...” Joyce knew exactly what she was getting at, but Emily didn’t, which is why a whole new sinking feeling struck her. Emily may have been all out of sorts, but she wasn’t stupid. Mary wouldn’t need to speak any further and the message would have been crystal clear. Painfully clear. What Joyce thought of her mom, Emily was finally starting to understand… Yet, why did she have to learn in such a damaging way? All these secrets, every little moment of vulnerability Emily had shared with Joyce, cuddling with her and being so defenseless, even when at her worst… Emily had come to appreciate having someone sitting right behind her, looking thoughtfully over her shoulder. But beyond even that...an even larger shadow loomed over them both. With Joyce, having her eyes over your shoulder was too pleasant for words. It was a wonderful and warm atmosphere you could just lose yourself to. But with Mary...it felt more akin to a hunt than simple serenity. “Y-you...you saw?” Finally, Emily spoke, but hardly did she have the courage to tear her eyes away from Joyce’s body. She may have had the strength to speak, but even then her words were shotty at best. “I did,” Mary responded calmly, “but it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s nothing I never had to deal with before.” Well, that made everything better then, didn’t it? Fat chance. Sure, it may have been normal to Mary, a seasoned mother, but not to Emily, a 27-year old adult who just peed herself over a little thunder. Joyce looked at her mother, incredulous. She’d never had to deal with her in such a strange and compromising way, but with how things were going, should she expect any less? No one but her had the audacity and boldness to navigate through a conversation as difficult as this. A conversation she had no right in starting to begin with. “M-mom… What...” she already sighed, needing to take a breath. This was too much. “What...what are you even trying to say? What’s your point?” Joyce had buckled at first, but maybe knowing that it wasn’t a total gameover gave her some confidence. That, and even if she might be a poor excuse for it, she was what stood between Emily and her mother. “I want to say that you two don’t need to be walking on eggshells around me,” she paused. “Well, maybe be a bit more discreet around your dad, but apart from that, let’s call it a girl’s secret?” she smiled, whilst Joyce stared and Emily stopped her shaking just to process what she said. “E-Em...” Joyce looked to be fighting herself tooth and nail on the words she was going to use. Emily wasn’t going to like it, she was sure of it, but Joyce was willing to pay the consequences if it meant damage control. What her mom thought she knew about Emily was a notion that would never change. Unfortunately, once she makes up her mind it’s hard to reverse. In other words, the only way things could progress were if her mom found out it wasn’t some medical condition and in fact something much more deliberate… This was all bad, but the razor-thin silver lining was her mom at least taking it in a supportive light. If she knew the diapers were just for fun… “Emily’s condition...” she held her tongue, almost waiting for Emily to react. Thankfully she didn’t, because it was already taking plenty enough energy just to get this half-baked facade out of her mouth. She couldn’t remember the last time she struggled with lying so much. How long had she been doing business? Well, then again, she never lied per se, but instead...employed all the right rhetoric… Condition? Emily had pulled her face out of Joyce’s torso, daring enough to give a gradual turn towards Mary. She looked sympathetic, but it unfortunately only added to Emily’s confusion, anger and regret. It was like putting a fire out that you started, but expecting credit for it. There’s no merit in solving the problems you caused. But anyways, what was Joyce even saying? Was she actually going along with it? Her image had already plummeted, and Mary would probably never dissociate the girl from diapers. The world around them was falling apart and their ship was sinking and all Emily could do was cling onto Joyce for dear life, but now even that was starting to seem doubtful. “Her...condition is something private, Mom.” How to fix this was beyond her, but she could at least salvage what was left; dig a foothold before things slipped too far. “And it will stay private,” Mary agreed with a small smile. Joyce knew that look. It was the personal respect she held for herself whenever her deductive work felt validated. It was like telling herself what a good job she’d done solving this mystery… Joyce going along with this only fed into her delusion. “I won’t tell a soul.” Joyce was ready to fire back that her knowing made it not private, but she hesitated, feeling she held just as much blame as her mother… All she did was follow the crumb trail and Joyce was the one who made it. “I...I think it would be best if we dropped the topic here. I don’t think anyone here is comfortable talking about it, and I know for a fact that Emily doesn’t want to.” Please. Please listen. “I understand,” Mary nodded, though still looking happy behind her compassionate face. Joyce knew exactly why and she was trying not to boil over. This happened all the time. Even if you try to shut her out after she breaks the door down, it won’t matter much to her. After all, she got to know what was behind it. It wasn’t a secret to her anymore and she became that much more all-knowing. “I’ll be back. I, uhm, need a second with Emily,” she helped the girl onto her feet and they stood up. Her eyes looked a little puffy from the tears, and she couldn’t bear to look Mary in the eye. “Oh! Well, if you need the bathroom...” she spoke in a lowered voice, as if there were other people trying to sniff out this secret, “You can use the one in here.” It took a second, but Joyce finally realized what her mom was insinuating. This just looked like another ‘bathroom break’ to her. “I’ll be back,” Joyce said again, speaking much more plainly, coming off a bit cold. There was no doubt Joyce was expecting more questions from her, and seeing as she was part to blame for this mess, she’d rather that she was the one having to face them and not Emily. She didn’t deserve the shame, prying or overbearing nature of her mother. Her mom did have her good qualities, but this was a time when none of them seemed to come through. She led Emily by the hand to the hallway bathroom then made sure that it was closed this time. Then she locked it out of paranoia. Emily looked distraught. She was distraught. They were away from Mary, but she felt no less exposed. She knew Joyce had her reasons, but she couldn’t begin to fathom what those reasons might be. Why did she go along with something like that? “Why did you say I have a c-condition?” She nearly started tearing up again, settling for just a troubled hiccup. “First...is it okay if I hug you?” Joyce sounded cautious, mainly because she didn’t feel like she had the right to comfort Emily anymore. She was supposed to only bring her good feelings and experiences, but instead she brought total disaster. Her mom. Emily quite flung herself at Joyce wrapping her arms around her. Even if there was some animosity felt for Joyce, needing an emotional crutch far-trumped playing the blame game. “I might be upset,” Emily mumbled into her shirt, “but I’m gonna be even sadder if you start feeling awkward around me.” The fabrics to her shirt stretched a little bit tighter. “I’m scared that your mom found stuff out, but I also don’t understand why she said all that stuff… Why did you say that stuff?” For so many unexpected twists and turns, she was at a loss. Not even Joyce matched her mental playbook. “Y...yeah,” she hugged Emily back, tighter. “I...really wasn’t expecting a reaction like that. What I said was because I thought I could stop it from getting any worse… I think she really does believe you have a, uhm, weakened bladder, or something...” Hearing Joyce say it had her feeling hot again, and not in a good way. “Your mom must think I’m a total freak,” Emily hiccupped, squeezing her hands tighter. Self-loathing as she was, there was also aggravation, too. “But why did she have to snoop around so much? I get it that there were signs, but...b-but...” She felt terrible for thinking poorly of Joyce’s mom, but she had to be justified at least somewhat, right? “Emily,” Joyce pressed her forehead, “you’re not a freak. The only thing that’s freaky about you is your sleeping habits.” She let it sit for a moment, hoping to stir something even close to a smile. It didn’t, but hopefully it did something. “More importantly, it feels good to know someone else finally understands how much I can hate my mom at times...” “But I don’t--!” “Emily,” her hands ran down her partner’s shoulders. “It’s okay to be mad at my mom. I know I am right now... Or my dad,” she added as an afterthought, “but I can’t imagine he’d ever pull a stunt like this… Just because they’re my family doesn’t mean they get a free pass for being a crappy person. You’re allowed to feel how you want to, but if you feel like being the compassionate one, I’ll just be angry for us both.” “Can...can we take any of this back?” Emily shakily spoke. The gravity was starting to set in again. Her eyes were starting to water again. “W-what’s gonna happen, Joyce?” She didn’t know what was going to. “Nothing bad is going to happen, don’t worry,” she kissed her as assurance, both for Emily and herself. “I know it sounds bad, what I’m going to say, but please hear me out… Maybe in a way, it’s a good thing she found out...” Yeah, it definitely sounded bad to Emily. “Wh-what?” “As you can see, my mom snoops a lot,” she tried to smile a little, but it didn’t do much for the mood. If she couldn’t even convince Emily, there was little reason to think why it might work on herself. “But for our sake, if I can say anything to make you feel better, I’ve never known her to let a secret get out… She definitely likes to know things, but she doesn’t let that kind of information spread. I’m sorry for letting this happen, Emily. I really did betray you...” “Stop blaming yourself,” Emily spoke clearly, finally hitting a cue she recognized. “We’re a team,” she sniffled, “so we both messed up together.” Even if, objectively speaking, this hit Emily harder than it did Joyce. “A lot of those things she mentioned that she saw was stuff I’m responsible for… Like at the zoo, I was the one who ran off, and despite that you tried to cover for me. It’s not your fault if an excuse you had to make for me doesn’t work.” “Thank you,” Joyce could feel herself breathe a little. There’s a lot she can handle, but in coming to be together with Emily, she’d learned that just about the one soft spot she really had was Emily. On all other fronts she can withstand almost anything, but if the one person she loved the most, the person she kept so safely tucked away inside her armor and right next to her beating heart were to lash out, it would be beyond painful. “But,” she hated ‘buts’, particularly only a fan of Emily’s that was spelled with two t’s, “I wanted a second alone with you because my mom is going to ask questions. She’ll say she’ll drop it, but whenever we’re alone I’m sure she’s going to want to ask things. I’ll do my absolute best to make sure you never have to deal with that, but I can’t say the same for myself.” “...So are we really going with this?” Emily laced her fingers awkwardly. “Is she going to really think I sometimes have to wear...diapers?” Why did she have to look like that? Words were one thing, but tone, expression, body language and atmosphere told a completely different story. Even if she spoke with only reluctance, everything about this felt so terribly wrong. Was she putting up a front for Joyce? Just so she didn’t feel even worse about herself? “I...I think we have to. Because, after all, I think this might be better than her knowing the full truth...” Solemnly, Emily nodded. That was true. “So, I’m looking for your permission,” Joyce took Emily’s hands into hers. “If she asks me questions, is it okay if I ad-lib things? I don’t expect it to affect you, but I want permission to speak on your behalf. About your...condition,” she said the last part with air quotes. “...mhm...” meekly, she nodded. “Please,” Joyce came to be at eye-level with her, “what can I do to make you smile?” It was a foolish question. Emily had said Joyce was the one who understood her the most, so why couldn’t Joyce do something as simple as making her happy? Maybe she couldn’t because she knew the truth, something her own pride was keeping her from seeing. Emily exhaled a little, fading into a weak smile. “I don’t suppose you know how to turn back time?” Joyce pulled her closer, murmuring, “I’m so sorry...” There would be a great deal of things to talk about after all this was over. If their relationship survived for that long… “It’s okay...” really, it wasn’t, but to say anything right now meant Joyce would hog all the guilt to herself, and the idea of that made Emily ache more than the thought of her own predicament. “All I can really hope for though is that your mom doesn’t think too badly of me...” “It might sound strange, but I don’t really think that was her reaction…” Not even disgust, really, considering the woman could so nonchalantly carry a used adult diaper designed for kids like it was her handbag. “I can’t even begin to fathom what really goes on in that woman’s head, but if she’s bold enough to do what she did back there, she definitely doesn’t hold anything against you.” Words didn’t speak so loudly as actions did, hence why Emily wasn’t feeling much more optimistic. And if it weren’t bad enough, there was something else she didn’t consider, now knowing the things Mary had seen. “W...wait. If your mom saw what happened last night, then did she see my...” her gaze started to drift to the floor, “...Pip?” Joyce was at a loss. Blow after blow seemed to strike Emily, and all she could do was watch. But she couldn’t lie to her. If it meant preserving a surprise or the excitement, then maybe a white lie went a long way, but a lie like this would be crude and damaging. For all the fuck-ups Joyce had caused this visit, she owed it to Emily to be as transparent as possible, even if it made things worse. “Yes, she did...” even Joyce hesitated, seeing Emily’s expression worsen just a little more. “But...she already knew about it...” “What?” That perked Emily’s look, straight into Joyce’s eyes. It was a look of confusion and Joyce could feel herself becoming physically ill. “How? How did she know? Did you tell her?” Even if she didn’t mean it, her words sounded accusatory and they struck Joyce like bullets. She didn’t tell her, but in trying not to she pretty much did. “N-no! I...when, when they first came into the house and you went back to the room, my mom saw Pip on the couch… I tried to say it was mine,” yeah, tried with a lowercase ‘t’. “But...I wasn’t so great at convincing her.” Emily didn’t give much of a response, adding to the deafening atmosphere that tortured Joyce. It was starting to feel so eerily similar to her days of isolation. Her days without Emily, shaking her heart as it did the tears in her eyes. “You know, as bad as Jack was...I can’t remember going through this much when I met his parents...” Joyce creased her brows, ridden with guilt. Why wouldn’t she be regretting their relationship by now? She was looking down so low she could barely even see Emily’s feet, already blurred by her tears. As if the atmosphere couldn’t have been any worse, a meek sigh from Emily’s passing breath soured things just a little more. Even the smallest form of rejection from her was more than Joyce could handle. “Fine, I admit it,” and then, Joyce felt something lean into her. “I...I’m not happy with your mom right now… Actually, no, I am mad at her.” Even if Joyce was busy looking at the floor, with Emily hugging her, looking right up, it was impossible for their eyes not to meet. “Not you. So don’t cry, okay?” The mood had changed on a dime, when of all people having to deal with the most stress, it was Emily shining a toothy smile up at Joyce. “You promise you’re not mad at me…? Y-you have every right to be, though?” “Even if I do,” Emily paused to sniff away her own teary residue, “I can’t expect you to be perfect at handling everything, even if you tell me to butt out~...” she looked at her suspiciously, funnily enough making Joyce look flustered. “And about Pip -- I can’t really get so worked up over that, considering she would’ve found out last night if not earlier… Even still, what’s finding out I have a stuffed toy if she already thinks I have to wear...you know...” “I...” She told herself she could handle this, but whenever Emily confronted her, none of that bravado, calculated thought, or composure ever seemed to exist. “I’m sorr--” but before she could finish her somber resolve, Emily pushed a finger against her lips. “New rule, as decreed by the Emily Magistrate,” she spoke in a wonderfully exaggerated posh manner, “that under any circumstances is Joyce to apologize to me, it shall be one kiss deducted from the debt which I owe--no, ten kisses!” Then her serious look transitioned into something a bit more goofy. “Or something, like that?” Joyce then had a look of pure adoration for her. “Thank you. I promise I’m going to do better.” “At least for something like this, I don’t want you to promise me anything.” “Why not?” “Because then you’ll start holding yourself to a standard, which is fine, I think, but I don’t wanna ever have to feel critical about you. I never will, so if you’re gonna set the bar for yourself, don’t tell me about it. Just knowing you want to be better is enough for me.” “Did...did Michael tell you that?” Emily scoffed. “Rude! I can come up with cool things to say on my own too, you know?” Of course, she can’t imagine it’d be articulated in a very wisdom-like way… She stared at the perplexing girl for a little bit longer, until finally the tears had subsided and she laughed a little. “Thank you. You’ve taught me another important lesson.” “Well, I’ve definitely learned a lot about myself...and relationships in general, since being with you...” she smushed her thumbs together, “I’ve done a lot of things I’d never imagine myself doing. And to think, finding out I’m attracted to more than just men is only the vanilla tip to a very, uhm, metro...politan iceberg. Yeah, like that.” Joyce seemed on-board with her words, up until the tail end, reasoning why her brow was cocked. “W-well, they can’t always be cool...” Emily mumbled under her own embarrassed breath. The horrible stench from earlier had dissipated and all that was left was a refreshing gust blowing through Joyce’s lungs and heart. Laughing some more, she squeezed Emily in a brief hug. Though, if only paradise could continue on forever. There was a gentle knock on the locked door. “Joyce? Emily?” They were in high spirits, but even Mary was enough to ground them. Emily could see the look on Joyce’s face transition to agitation, but thankfully it was directed rather than self-loathing. And really, even in Emily’s perspective this was getting to be too much… Standing up, Joyce walked over to the door, leaning close beside it. “Yes?” she answered back. “I just wanted to make sure everything was...well…’okay’. It’s been a little bit...” “Yes, everything is fine. We’ll be out soon.” Joyce looked about ready to strangle something. “Alright then. If, uhm...” it was the beginning of a gesture Joyce had no intention in humoring. “It’s alright. We’ll be out soon.” Emily, meanwhile, remained where she was, as confused as ever by her partner’s mother. Internally, Emily wondered why she could feel such strongly opposing emotions at the same time? Sympathy and Anger, somehow co-existing by living on their side of the fence. She meant well, but that doesn’t excuse all the doors she kicks down to achieve it. “She really thinks I have bladder issues...” she lowly spoke and wallowed in disbelief. They’d just shared a few good moments, but reality was catching up fast. Even now, to Mary, being in here probably looked like another one of those “moments” to her. “But, I guess it could be worse...” Yet even still, how was she supposed to face her? There was still that terrible feeling of vulnerability… “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her,” Joyce comforted, walking back from the door. “Just a little longer then she’ll be out of our hair.” She would’ve said ‘they’, but that would be rude to her dad. Unlike his wife, Frank wasn’t bad company. “I can’t imagine you even want to look at my mom now,” Joyce certainly didn’t. “So, how about I tackle her while you go hang out with my dad?” “Alright,” Emily shrugged. Nothing against Frank, truly, but interacting with people seemed so stressful right now. She’d just been script-casted as the pants-pisser and it was already taking a lot not to collapse over that. Funny, considering peeing a diaper was once enough to put her to tears. Despite the recent tears, maybe she really was taking this in stride. That, or it was shock. She wasn’t exactly eager about getting back on her feet, walking to the door. Yes, their secret wasn’t out, but something dangerously close to it was. Play their cards wrong, it’d stand to be even worse than it already was right now. “Do you feel okay?” Joyce asked. Joyce sure wasn’t, and she didn’t expect Emily to be much different, yet she still felt compelled to check. “No, but I’ll be better once this is all over… You?” “I couldn’t put it any better than you already have.” “...It just doesn’t feel real… We’ve been...exposed, in a way, but maybe we’re not totally panicking because it’s sort of like limbo...” And with an even greater sigh, by the touch of Emily’s finger the toilet erupted with a swirling and plummeting flush. Joyce, though, looked at her questioningly for a second, considering neither of them actually “used” the bathroom. “Gotta make it believable, I guess.” Emily shrugged. “I hate to say it, but that’s honestly not a bad idea...” The pair stepped back into the hall, a bit cautious as to what might jump out at them, but thankfully there was no surprise ambush waiting. “I’ll go...finish up with my mom, then how about we find some way to get out of the house? Take our minds off of this?” Emily agreed. This house was starting to feel more suffocating by the second. Every footprint she left behind felt incriminating somehow. If they didn’t think they were on thin ice before, they sure as hell were now. Emily walked to the right, back into the living room whereas Joyce took the left, into the dragon’s den. And there she was, Ground Zero herself sitting on the bed, waiting for someone to come back. That someone was Joyce. “Is Emily alright?” Mary asked, and to her credit, she did sound concerned. Her mother wasn’t a monster by intention, which made dealing with her so much harder. It was like punishing a puppy that didn’t know any better. But only puppies got a free pass; not grown dogs. “No, she isn’t, but hopefully some time will help. You really crossed a line, mom.” “Is...is she mad at me?” It was almost amazing how this hit her only in retrospect. “You’d need to ask her, but if I were in her shoes, I know I’d be. I get you were trying to help, mom, but don’t you understand how embarrassing it can be to have someone find out your deepest secret?” “I wasn’t planning to see her when I pulled her diaper out of the bath--” “You shouldn’t have been doing that to begin with,” Joyce sharply cut her off. “What were you even thinking?” There was a whole secondary argument to her even finding the diaper to begin with, but that fell short on account of Joyce’s own fault and her shortened time to argue with her mother. “Since we were cleaning up, when I saw the diaper I thought I could help show you how to get rid of those properly. You can’t let them sit in an open bin or else it’s going to--” “Smell. Yes, I know. It was only temporary. Can we go back to cleaning the carpet now?” Mary stood up and brought them over to Joyce’s bedside where a sponge and bucket of foamy water sat. “It’s a couple things mixed with warm, soapy water. Just use the sponge to wet the carpet a bit and it’ll start to come out.” Despite Mary explaining it, she looked as if she were going to do the actual cleaning herself, however Joyce was simply faster. She was on her knees and grabbed the sponge, soaking it and touching the floor without hesitation. “...So where do you throw them away normally?” “In the trash.” It was a less than enthusiastic response. “...Well, which bin do you use? If it’s not that bathroom one is it the other one? I don’t think that’s a good idea either, since it’s still open...” How badly Joyce wanted to tell her off. She knew how to clean up. She knew how to handle a used diaper. But she couldn’t be so upfront, otherwise it’d make things worse. Her fuse was already short, so she’d do her best not to light it. “I use the kitchen garbage. It’s closed and contained so there’s no smell.” Did that satisfy her? She continued to scrub. By now the small stain from earlier was overshadowed by the mass of wet carpet. Now with calmer emotions, she was really starting to hope this home remedy did work… “Do you always?” “...Yes?” Why wouldn’t she? “Well, I guess that should be fine, but have you had any guests over since Emily’s been here? What happens if someone sees it in the trash?” Every response from Joyce was slow and methodical, simply because she couldn’t prevent another outburst otherwise. Her mom was trying to be helpful, but damn if it wasn’t annoying to have hole after hole be poked into simple lies that meant nothing to begin with! “W-well...” she sighed, thinking of no easy answer other than resigning themselves to being recluse. “It hasn’t happened, so we’re not worried about it.” “...But what if it did?” Joyce plunged the sponge into the bucket with a bit more force. “How about I take over?” Mary was on her knees, gently taking the sponge from Joyce. With a small huff, she grabbed a towel, rubbing her hands. Might as well nip it in the bud… “What are you trying to suggest, Mom?” “All I’m saying is you might want to consider getting a separate trash bin for Emily’s, you know...” “Mom… Emily’s...condition isn't as bad as you think. She doesn’t have to wear them often...” “Really? How often does she wear them?” It wasn’t accusatory, but rather concerningly curious. Yeah, she definitely didn’t think badly of Emily. She was trying too hard than someone who didn’t care would. The worst was that Joyce was right on the money. Already she’d need to take some of those “creative liberties” Emily allowed her. “...At the most, t-...two times a week?” “Only two?” Only? Had she honestly been expecting more? “Y-yes. Only that much...” “So is it stress that affects her then?” More than anything Joyce wanted to anticipate her questions, so she could come up with better answers, but she was too frazzled to expect anything. She was working overtime just to keep up with her mother’s pace. If she’d been cleaning at the same time, she didn’t know what might’ve slipped from her mouth... “Stress? What? What do you mean?” “It’s not much different from when you were kids, Joyce. Sometimes things can be a little too exciting or stressful. It can affect the body more than we think, so if Emily already has a medical condition, she might be more susceptible to it.” While Joyce ran a medical company, she wasn’t exactly the all-knowing figure of all medical knowledge, especially her girlfriend’s made-up bladder troubles. “Are you saying you think you and Dad might be affecting her?” Her mom was certainly a stressor, considering Joyce’d be like a fountain if she had a “condition” too. “Meeting someone’s parents for the first time can be exciting...and a bit stressful. After all these bathroom trips, it just seemed a little more than once or twice a week, I suppose.” “W-well, maybe you have been stressing her out a bit...” Nothing like using her mom’s own medicine against her. “Besides, all those trips were just...” yes, extreme liberties were being taken, “just making sure she...made it on time.” A hand touched Joyce’s knee. “You’re a very good person, you know? A lot of people wouldn’t be able to get past that in a relationship.” Ugh, if only she knew. The way she spun her tale, it sounded as if Joyce were doing Emily a favor. When in reality, the opposite couldn’t have been any more true. That, and it was anything but a nuisance if it had been true. “R-right...” Joyce mumbled. “So does she change her own diapers?” Out of the pan and into the fire. “What? What are you--? N-no, she doesn-- I mea--” damnit, damnit! Why couldn’t she keep her tongue in line?! “Yes, she does!” “I’m sure she can, Joyce,” Mary chuckled, “she’s in her late twenties, so I can imagine she has the practice. But you know there’s no shame in having someone else help too, right? I imagine it’s a lot easier when someone else does the job for her.” Joyce looked down, crestfallen. She said something again she wasn’t supposed to… “Honey, I promise, I’d never use something like that against her, or you. It might sound a little strange, but it’s something unique that you two can share?” From Joyce’s mouth, it might sound a little more digestible, but hearing it from her mom, an outsider, now it did feel a little weird. Could they stop talking about this now? Why did she need to know so much? “...Can I ask you a personal question?” Oh? Did nothing before this count as personal? It truly must be a wonderland in this woman’s head… “What?” “Be honest,” Mary chuckled a little, “how did changing her for the first time go?” “M-mom!” So uh, Merry Christmas and happy new year! I know I'm a couple days late, so... Better late than never? This has been a particularly difficult chapter to write, largely because of life and the content is difficult to do justice. Even now I'm not sure if it's perfect because I've only been using myself as a sounding board. Now it's your turn! Please, as always, let me know what you thought and if there's anything that seems a bit off, let me know! Also, just celebrated my birthday a couple days ago, but Corona has unfortunately affected that in a couple ways. My Spring Break is longer, but all my college courses are now turning to online. Lots of stress; plans have been canceled. Just wanna relax! Hope everyone out there is doing alright, and double hope the next chapter won't take so long! PS: Highlight the chapter title at the top of this post for a small Easter egg

My housemates are gone for 3 weeks right now. I am going to try to wear (and use) some type of diaper for the entire time. For work I will wear Always Discreet (easy to hide, easier to use the toilet if I absolutely have to) but at home I will wear either ABU diapers (Little Pawz, PeekAbu, Preschool, and Dino Rawrz) or North shore Supreme lite. I will have a friend visiting from out of town for for a few days during that time (staying with me) and will probably wear the Always Discreet during the day for that though the cloth-backed Preschools might be thin and quiet enough to get away with. This is my first time trying this. Usually I just wear at night or a few hours during the day once in a while, never tried more than 2 days in them.

With the storm continuing to bring wind and rain Elise sets about her work of looking after Emily. Elise's guest wakes up to find her strange situation and an older lady who seems strangely intent on looking after her. This story was commissioned by RoboNarples. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the support of all my patrons. For $5 a month you can see every story update I write a week before anyone else and for $10 a month you get the early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX EXCLUSIVE STORIES only available to patrons. There are more rewards and tiers available and all can be seen on my Patreon page. Any and all support is very appreciated https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Elise manoeuvred Emily into position across her lap again. The same process started to repeat itself with Elise spoon feeding the younger woman. Elise noticed Emily didn’t put up as much of a fight this time, it was hard to know if that was because she was hungry or enjoying it. Elise would guess it was the latter since she knew how much Zoe loved this. After about three quarters of the bowl Emily suddenly stopped eating. She closed her mouth and looked up at Elise with wide wild eyes. She started squirming as much as she was able to and just as Elise was about to ask what was wrong she heard the young woman suddenly pass some gas. She suddenly realised what was about to happen and a wide smile broke over her face. “Uh oh.” Elise said playfully, “Is someone about to leave a big stinky present for me?” It was obvious that Emily was trying to resist her body but it was equally obvious she was losing the battle. Elise put the bowl down and gently placed her free hand against the diaper between Emily’s legs. “Push it all out.” Elise encouraged gently, “Get all that yucky poopy out of you.” Emily tried to speak but all that came out was a childish babble. Elise watched as the young woman seemed to physically give up. Emily’s eyes closed and Elise could feel her muscles tensing. There was a pregnant pause where Elise barely dared to breathe, she saw Emily’s face turning red. “That’s it… Good girl.” Elise softly encouraged the straining woman. Elise looked down at the diaper and then quite suddenly felt the area between Emily’s legs starting to expand. Her heart fluttered as she felt the soft excrement pushing against the padding. The warmth spread out through the plastic quickly and Elise could feel the poop pushing out and spreading. The younger woman must really have needed to go because she kept pushing more of the stinky mess out and into the diaper. Tears were rolling down her face long before she finally relaxed. “Doesn’t that feel better?” Elise said. Elise massaged the diaper and pushed the fully loaded padding against the girl. She rubbed it around a bit and chuckled as she heard Emily groan. It was only a few seconds before the smell started to leak out. “It’s OK, sweetie.” Elise said to the student, “We’ll finish lunch and then I’ll change your stinky diaper, OK?” Elise picked up the bowl and started to load the spoon again. “P-Please…” Emily managed to force out followed by a sob. Before Emily could say any more Elise pushed the spoon into her mouth and resumed the feeding. After a couple of seconds hesitation Emily visibly sighed and started eating again. When the bowl was finished Emily was fed the bottle. The whole time the feeding was happening the smell continued to get worse and Elise took any pause as an invitation to massage the full diaper again. The milk contained more of the medicine and Emily was quickly finding it harder to resist again though she remained fully conscious. As soon as the lunch was finished Elise turned Emily back around and laid her on the bed again. “I’ll be right back.” Elise said as she picked up the cutlery. As Elise left the room she looked back at the bed where she could see the discoloured diaper was causing Emily some discomfort. She was moving ever so slightly but Elise could see that every slight twist or turn was causing the messy in the diaper to spread further. She could see Emily grimacing but she knew the student was secretly enjoying it. Zoe always acted the same way. When Elise did return it was with a plastic tub that she had to drag in behind her. It was just big enough for Emily. Elise didn’t immediately put her guest in the tub though, she shuttled back and forth from the bathroom to fill the vessel with warm water. Every time Elise was in the room she could see Emily’s eyes following her. When the water was at a good level Elise started removing Emily’s diaper. “What a stinky baby.” Elise said as she started wiping the younger woman’s diaper area, “It’s OK, baby. Babies go potty in their diapers and rely on others, you’ll be clean soon.” By the time the tub was full Emily’s body was weak enough that Elise could easily carry her to the water. Elise lowered the smaller woman’s body into the warm water, she let out only a small murmur of complaint as her body was mostly submerged leaving just her breasts and above visible. “Zoe used to love my sponge baths.” Elise said with a warm smile, “I’m sure you will too. I can be very gentle.” Elise picked up a sponge and started cleaning Emily. She started at the top and worked her way down, a pleasant hum escaped her lips as she soaped her guest up and then rinsed it off with the sponge. Quite naturally water splashed all over and as the water level dropped more of Emily’s body became visible above the water. Elise noticed that Emily was trembling slightly and she occasionally let out a high-pitched whine. She seemed to whine more whenever Elise washed one of her more sensitive areas. Elise simply smiled and continued until she was happy with Emily’s cleanliness. Towels had been placed around the tub to collect the water and now Elise lifted Emily on to one of them. She left Emily there as she took the tub away, it was quite an effort to drag since it still had some water in it but Elise managed. Whilst she was gone Emily couldn’t even manage to roll over, she had a glazed look in her eyes as she watched the door and waited for Elise. Elise returned with yet more towels and commenced with drying the obviously sedated Emily. Elise took her time as she didn’t want Emily to be uncomfortable in bed. “There. Doesn’t it feel better to be all clean?” Elise asked rhetorically. Emily tried to reply but could only make babbling sounds. Elise could see her face going red from the embarrassment at not being able to communicate properly. “Hold on right there, sweetie.” Elise cooed as she stood up with a lot of effort. Elise collected a new diaper from the chest of drawers and walked back to Emily. She crouched down between the naked woman’s legs and unfolded the padding. She lifted Emily’s legs up to slip the padding beneath her. “Stop…” Emily’s voice was weak but she seemed suddenly more aware of what was happening, “… Not a… Baby…” “It’s OK, just relax.” Elise said as she rubbed Emily’s naked thigh. The diaper was pulled up between the younger woman’s legs and Elise saw her sigh out of resignation. Elise chuckled as she pulled the two sides of the diaper tight against Emily’s skin before taping them down. Elise knew that younger women always seemed to put up such a fuss when they were looked after like this but she was certain it was for their own good. Not only was she helping Emily recuperate from whatever illness was causing her trouble but she was sure the student would feel better than ever by the time it was all over. With the new diaper taped around Emily’s waist Elise was just about to put her back to bed when she had an idea. Elise walked over to the pristine white wardrobe doors and opened one half of them. She rifled through a few of the outfits before pulling one out with excitement. She turned around and displayed it for Emily whose only reaction was to tightly close her eyes. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” Elise asked as she turned to look at the garment herself, “Perfect for a special princess like you.” The pink nightie was made of an extremely thin material and had white lacy frills around all of the holes. It was something Elise had made herself many years ago based on a design she had found in the children’s department of a clothing store. Elise dressed Emily by feeding her limp arms through the holes and pulling it down over her body. When she laid Emily back down she smiled and chuckled giddily at the way the bottom of the thick diaper stuck out from under the nightie. “I just have to get a photo of this!” Elise held up her camera and took another picture which quickly developed, “This can go up on the fridge. Oh, and this should make you feel better and heal faster.” Elise pulled a pink and white pacifier out of her pocket and placed it in Emily’s mouth. The mouth guard slipped down until it pressed against the younger woman’s lips. Elise could see that Emily was blushing violently. Elise turned and left the room ignoring Emily’s muffled calls. She needed to make sure her guest got plenty of rest so that she could recuperate. Zoe would always make a fuss like Emily for a while but she always calmed down eventually. --- The next few days established a routine for Emily. Elise would change her, feed her, bathe her and dress her every single day. Elise would even read stories or play with Emily though Emily remained drugged and unable to do much except watch. The constant diet of specially fattened baby food was having two effects on the college student. Emily was filling her diapers more often and more easily, the heavily liquid diet softened her poop dramatically and Elise was fairly sure the younger woman was losing control of her bowels even after only a few days. Elise would be feeding Emily as usual whilst covertly placing a hand on her diaper and would feel the padding expanding with no obvious effort on Emily’s part, when Elise informed Emily of what had happened she would become very embarrassed and distressed. Elise had put Emily’s hair into two pigtails with pink bows at the bottom and they hung down over her shoulders. She would fix her hair like that each morning thinking of it as great bonding between the two of them. The other effect of Emily’s diet was a lot more noticeable at a glance. Despite the assumption that the mostly liquid food would result in weight loss the sheer volume and fatty content caused the opposite effect. Emily was definitely gaining weight or what Elise liked to refer to as “baby fat.” It didn’t take long for it to start piling on and after a week Emily was developing a bit of a tummy. Days turned to weeks and Elise continued the same monotonous schedule with almost no deviation at all. She made sure to keep Emily up to date on her weight gain and she was pleased to see the young woman with a tell-tale baby pudge. After a month of constant babying Elise was confident Emily had become mostly incontinent. The student was often wet or messy and Elise noticed her wetting several times when she most certainly wouldn’t want to. There was an incident during a diaper change when Emily just started peeing, when Elise drew her attention to that fact the younger woman began crying like the baby she was becoming. On another occasion Emily had been sitting in the tub waiting for it to be filled with warm water when she suddenly pooped. Emily was mortified but Elise was thrilled, the elderly woman believed that all younger women would be much happier with less unnecessary thoughts occupying their brains, worrying about holding on for the bathroom was unneeded stress. As time moved on Elise started to reduce the dose of muscle relaxant she had been feeding Emily. Partly through muscle weakness and partly because she had grown accustomed to it Emily still didn’t move much and rarely spoke. The pacifier had become a constant companion for Emily and Elise practically danced with joy when she went into the bedroom one day to find Emily sucking on her thumb after the binky had fallen out of her mouth.

chapter four is done. I'll hopefully give you folks a few surprises as this chapter bumps along. So without further waiting, here is chapter four. FOUR I did what my body allowed to try to give the worst injured of the six some healing energy and hope he did not die. All too soon my limit was reached. The drain left me lightheaded for a few moments as number of others came running to see what had happened. Upon attempting to stand it became quite clear that my body lacked the strength to do so. Perhaps five or ten minutes went by before my strength gave out entirely. A pair of hands reached down and lifted me onto a gurney. People were shouting out instructions but my body was too tired to let me do more than continue to soak my diaper to the point of almost leaking. It was almost 3 days later that the hospital finally released me. For the first two days the only thing I did was to sleep and recover from the heavy drain on my body. No one had told me what had happened to the victims of the assault. It was highly likely they did not make it despite my trying what I could to save them, The only thing that I could do was to go back to the school and hope they were able to recover. Returning to the campus it was not looking good as tensions were high and relations between the races were starting to break down. It seemed to me that someone was trying to get the races to fight among themselves. This was a dangerous idea as it could lead to an all out war of the races again. My thoughts on this subject were only my suspicions, but if right, things were going to get worse. Somehow the dwarves were going to be blamed for the attack on the six elf students on campus and that would be like throwing gasoline onto a smoldering fire. Larissa was happy to see me back and hugged me when I walked in the door. “Before we talk, go change yourself. You are leaking and starting to smell a bit as well.” “Oops. Let me grab a change and I'll be back in a few minutes. Got lost in thought about the current situation here and it seems that my poor diaper paid the price for it.” “I'll say! Now go get changed before you get a rash!” The diaper was a huge mess and it took me getting a shower to get cleaned up completely. My body still felt a little run down so without hesitation I opened myself up to the flow of the magic around me and charged myself up fully in just a few seconds before quietly getting a clean diaper on and then dressing once more in clean clothes. The disgusting mess was bagged and thrown away. Larissa was waiting for me to return when I walked back in. “How bad are things?” Larissa looked sadly at me for asking that question. “The high council is considering no longer supporting this school and closing their borders to all outsiders. From what evidence has been found so far, it was a group of dwarfs with a grudge against us that initiated the attack. There have been raids on our border communities as well with a few dead dwarves left behind when the attackers retreated to avoid our security forces. If hostilities continue then the council will pull funding from this and all other places in outside lands. I have a friend in one of my classes that is very angry at us for attacking one of their ancient strongholds and disabling the magic that prevents flooding of the mines. From the reports obtained an elf was too slow in the retreat and was found drowned in the mine shaft with 200 dwarves. They deny attacking us and I have hear nothing of any plans to attack them,” “Perhaps we both need to a break from this place. How about we go get some fresh air and talk. I've been cooped up for three days and could use some fresh air.” Larissa handed me three clean diapers. “So if you have to change you don't have to wait too long.” I hit her with a pillow when she laughed at the look on my face as she had handed me three diapers with nursery prints on them. From there on the pillow fight was on with some assistance from magic. In the end we were both covered in multi colored splotches everywhere the pillows had hit and we were laughing extra hard for a few minutes. The extra colors faded away in about three or four minutes along with the stress caused by current situations outside the room. “I almost forgot to tell you, I'm pregnant.” My head spun to face her fast enough to almost give me whiplash. “What!?” She broke down laughing again at having suckered me again. “Oh you are so going to pay for that trick! I'll take your boy toy to bed and force you to watch!” She did not believe my empty threat for even a millisecond. “We need to hook you up with someone. Maybe I can hook you up with a couple of dragons or maybe a forest troll or two.” I laughed at her. “That does it! I'm going to make you take the fattest and ugliest guy on campus to bed!” We teased each other back and forth as we walked out the door to get away from anyone listening in. She had her harp with her slung over her shoulder in it's carrying case. About five minutes later we picked up a tail following us. It might have been a coincidence but when we cut through an alley and then circled the block they were still following us. Three guys trying to look casual. All three of them looked like professional football players with how big they were. “They are still following us, Sarina. Any ideas?” Looking around I spotted my way to shake our tail and have a bit of fun at their expense as well. “As a matter of fact, yes. When we get to the corner they're going to be all washed up I think.” We reached the corner and they stayed across the street watching us. It was just sheer bad luck for them that the fire hydrant that had been leaking for months finally gave out. The spray of water caught them by surprise and knocked all three to the ground while Larissa and I merely chose a different route and a different destination. By the time they got up and looked around, we would simply have moved on to another location. The bus stop two blocks away was a perfect part of my improvised escape plan. Larissa was smiling and trying not to laugh at what I had done to the three goons following us. Near lakeside park we finally got off the bus. No one was following us and it would have been difficult to for the three to have found us considering how distracted they were. After walking another ten minutes Larissa started laughing lightly. “That was sneaky and hilarious! They were not expecting that or anything close to that to happen!” “I know. That's why I did it. Subtle and sneaky usually works the best. They can try to claim magic was used, but that old fire hydrant has been leaking for months. It was just bad luck that they were right there when it chose to give out finally.” After calming down Larissa began to tell me how bad things really were. The six that were attacked are healing nicely thanks to you. There have been a few other attacks though and all of them have been ugly. In the Amazon we had a small independent village. Two days ago a group of dwarves set off a large incendiary device that wiped out the entire village. 400 people dead, including children. Yesterday a dwarf mining colony was flooded when a group of elves seeking revenge blew up a damn. The flood waters filled the tunnels before they could escape. All 231 of them died in their tunnels when their lift system failed to work. They drowned. The dragon council is upset as well since a month ago a group of elves and dwarves killed two females and smashed their eggs before retreating in haste from the dragon's lands. It is not looking good right now and it is my belief that a war is imminent. “There is one thing missing from this picture and so far no one seems to see it. Us! Normally we humans are the first bunch of impatient idiots to start a conflict, but for once we have been quietly staying out of it! This does not make any sense, Larissa! No one wins in a war between the races! Someone is deliberately working to start a war but the only group capable of that is not getting involved! If the war erupts and we stay out of it who is going to win? You guys would wipe each other out in a few years!” “That's what bothers me. We all know this and yet someone is trying to make us all go to war. I know for a fact we didn't blow that damn and I really don't see why the dwarves would burn an entire village of us to death. As for us teaming up and killing dragons, then smashing their eggs, Why the hell would we do that? It makes no sense. I think that the queen is going to stop funding the school and eventually recall all of us back to our homes. The dwarves will likely do the same and then shortly after that a war will break out.” for the rest of the day we talked and tried to figure out who was going to benefit from war of the races. “It does us no good if all three of you guys are fighting each other. We'll end up getting dragged into it as well. Someone is trying to kill off everyone, but then what? Who comes in after everyone is gone? None of us will be in any shape to fight back and repel anyone if a war goes on long enough. What I wouldn't give to talk to your queen and to talk with the dwarf king as well as the head of the dragon council.” Larissa surprised me. “The queen is stubborn and not easily swayed when she has made up her mind about things. Just getting her to allow us to attend the schools in your lands was a struggle in itself. The college has been a great idea and a lot of very nice things have come out of this cooperation but with tensions this high she will likely consider cutting off support for the college. She's always been so damned stubborn that way and it frustrates me!”forever. I chuckled a moment. “It sounds like you are talking about your mother the way you sound. Maybe having your mother talk to her will help.” “Not possible. Maybe if Jorand were here I could talk to him and get him to talk to mom and get her to reconsider things.” “Okay, you're hiding something from me. Who is jorand? Another lover perhaps?” She laughed at that one. “That's just wrong! He's my brother!” I couldn't resist attempting to lighten the mood. “Is he cute and single?” “Larissa started laughing again, as did I. He is single and a lot of us wonder if he is ever going to meet someone just right or if he is going to be single for life. Maybe I'll set him up with you since you asked about him.” I laughed and began teasing her about borrowing her life mate and taking him for a test ride. She in turn threatened to make me stay in the same diaper all day long. The rest of our time at the park was spent with her singing and working on a song until she felt she had it right and then sang and played it on her harp from start to finish without stopping to make changes. As always, her music had a profound effect on the plant life nearby. The tree near the picnic shelter had been in bad shape but now showed no signs of the sickness that had almost destroyed it. For the first time in years it's leaves were green and it showed signs of once more growing again as did several plants in the area that had been sprayed by vandals with defoliant spray months ago. Her voice worked wonders on everything and it made me wish it would work wonders on my spine as I had to go change a loaded diaper before it got to smelling too much. One day I will find a way out of these damned diapers and put Courtney in one for the rest of her miserable life. With my change done we began to hike tot he bus stop to catch a bus back to the dorm before it got too late. I had classes tomorrow and had to work as well. There were three days of missed classes to catch up on and a full shift ahead of me as well as work. Larissa had it lucky in that she had only three classes tomorrow and it was another day off for her from work as well. Once we caught the bus back to the school it was a short 15 minute ride back to the school. We were detoured at one point due to broken fire hydrant but other than that it was a quiet ride back to the school where we exited the bus and returned to our dorm room. The campus was unusually quiet as we crossed it and it was my guess that something more had happened in our absence. That something was more racist crap being posted everywhere about elves, dwarves, and dragons. It did no good to tear them down as some idiot would simply put more up, but I tore down a bunch of them anyways and wanted to hit someone. Where was Courtney when I needed someone to beat on? Larissa frowmed and tore down a number of the fliers and posters herself and almost hit some loudmouth when he called her a pointy eared whore. Thankfully Harenda was waiting for her when she got back and he let her cry on his shoulders for a bit. He agreed with wanting to go out and knock the loudmouth senseless. When she finally stopped crying and could speak again he delivered a message to her. “Tomorrow the queen is going to decide whether or not to pull all our support from this school and other projects as well. The dwarves have been talking over the same thing and many of them have left here to go back home.” I stayed quiet as they talked. He was good for her and they completed each other. I stayed quiet and buried my book in my book on dragon magic as it had gotten into talking about healing magic and how it worked in comparison to other types of magic. I looked up and saw a drop dead gorgeous elf boy looking down at me and smiling. How he got into the room without me knowing I have no idea but when he leaned down and kissed me all was forgotten as we progressed from there. A voice calling out my name and gently shaking my shoulder woke me from a most enjoyable dream. Larissa smiled. You fell asleep reading. Get changed then go to sleep for the night. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” She was right. I yawned and grabbed a fresh diaper before going and getting changed in the restrooms down the hall. When I returned her and Harenda were in bed together and sound asleep. Now if only that hot elf boy from my dreams would show up it would make me happy. My first class was at 8:00 and my last one ended at 4:00 with a break in between of one hour. The campus clinic had requested that I stop in for a quick checkup after my last class since the school insurance required it for anyone returning from a hospital stay of longer than overnight. The classes went as normal and the professors treated me nicely since they knew what had caused my three day absence from classes. The clinic doctor checked me over carefully and told me I would feel tired a few days but would recover fully in a few more days. “You pushed yourself pretty hard saving that boy's life but you you overdid it a bit. You need to learn how to focus you adept magic to stabilize first then slowly help the body recover. They'll teach you this is any medical course that is worth a darn.” “I'm not that far into the studies yet. I am majoring in medicine and would like to learn how to do this so I don't overtax myself again. Given the circumstances though, I would do it again if it meant that a life could be saved.” “You have a kind heart and I'm betting you will make one hell of a good doctor when you graduate from here. Aside from that and your incontinence nothing else seems to be wrong except for your inability to do magic like the rest of us do. I see here that you have some other unusual talents. You have the gift of languages. You can see and feel magic as well. I bet the archaeology department would love to have you studying their courses for a few years.” “They have already tried five times to get me to switch majors. I have considered diplomacy but I'm not sure I like the idea of telling someone to go to hell in such a way as they are actually looking forward tot he trip.” She laughed at that one and told me to go ahead and get dressed. “If you start to feel any unusual side effects then stop in and we'll take a look. Until then, no running a mile in one second and jumping over skyscapers just because you can.” I laughed and promised to take it easy for the next few days. After this it was on to work for a few hours with a detour along the way for a snack. The local taco joint was closed due to a burned out transformer so I settled for sub sandwich instead. On the way in I noticed some idiot had hung a another of those racists posters. This one was declaring dwarves to be nothing more than a bunch of underground slugs on two legs. I tore the poster down and threw it in a trash can on the way in. After that I grabbed a sandwich and was off to work. Listening to the radio and things were getting very bad. Another attack on a dwarf embassy with no survivors. All evidence pointed at dragons having planted the magical bomb that obliterated the entire structure and left 182 dead and 97 others injured. I turned off the radio at that point. I hate hearing horrible news like that. I could use the few hours at work to help me forget for a short time. I was just pulling into the warehouse parking lot when explosion shook the area. I was unable to hear for a few seconds and was a bit dazed as someone reached in and pulled me out of my car. They determined I was safe but my car was not going anywhere with a large portion of the windshield gone and huge slab of concrete sitting where the motor had once been. My boss liked to employ dwarfs and elves and encouraged us all to get to know one another. It helped the place run smoothly and we all enjoyed working together. I found out an hour later that my boss was among the missing. Someone said they had seen a dragon in the area right before the explosion but somehow I seriously doubted a dragon had done this. A dragon mad enough to do this would have left no one alive and the building would been powder instead of a shell belching smoke and on fire. After the paramedics found out I was not a doctor yet they were a little surprised. “I'm studying medicine and I'm also a class one physical adept. I have been trying to help some by using a little of my adept magic to heal minor injuries but mostly just hands on stuff. Bandages and helping to get people to stay still until looked at.” “I remember you from a few days ago, miss. You helped save that elf boy and almost killed yourself doing so. The police are going to want to talk with you so you may as well get that over and done with. The police were nice to me after finding out I had risked my own hind end by stubbornly refusing to leave the area and working to help as many injured individuals as I could. “I'm no hero, sir. The firefighters and paramedics and you folks are the ones facing the greatest danger at the moment. I'm just a person who likes to help others when I am able to do so.” The officer listened as I told him everything. I was not close to the building when it went up. I was just pulling in to the parking lot and boom. The concussion and the sudden stopping of my car left me dazed and half out of it a few minutes.” Another officer took over asking me more questions and then tried to accuse me of using a spell to cause the explosion. The temptation to hurt him instead of just explaining things to him. “Sir, I am a class one physical adept and unable to use magic the way you do. I could not have cast the spell as I was driving at the time so attempting to make arcane gestures involving the use of both hands and my feet would not have worked too well.” “So you admit to planting a bomb to get even on those who feel you are a waste of resources!” “Sir, you are a fucking asshole! This conversation is over! You have your statement and the paramedics on scene will confirm I was not standing around watching the place go up in flames. I was too busy to helping as many as I could so goodbye and fuck you asshole!” I turned to leave and he tried to slam me against a car while attempting to pull my right arm behind my back. It didn't work. I grabbed the asshole and flipped him to the ground extra hard. He lay on the pavement, stunned and in pain. “You call me a waste of resources, accuse me of bombing my work, then try to shove me head first into the side of a car! Try it again and see how fast I break you in half! You are a fucking idiot bully with a badge and a gun!” It was a bit of a surprise that none of the other officers attempted to stop me from leaving or even tried to help the idiot up off the ground. Walking back to the campus gave me time to cool down to the point that I was safe enough to be around as long as you were not stupid about anything. Opening the door to my dorm room found Larissa talking to someone via a magic spell. “I am not coming home, mother! There is so much more to learn here! This school has helped me learn so much about the outside world and how working together with all the others can make things so much easier on all of us! No, mother! I am not going to renounce my life bond to him! It is a true bond and not just a bond of convenience! If Jorand is having dreams about the same girl over and over then it is a bond he is feeling! I don;t know who he is seeing in his dreams! How could I when we haven't even spoken since before I left. Again, mother? No, I am not being held against my will! I don't need them here to make things difficult for me! I have someone that can help me with my magic! She is powerful and learning from a very ancient source of information! “Send my brother here then! You know he'd tell you the same damned thing! I have to go, my room mate is here and she looks like hell! Yes, the one that saved the boy and almost died doing so. “She's likely the power that you feel right now. I'll explain it another time or you can come here and meet her yourself as well as see the school. Goodbye, mother!” She ended the spell and about slugged the wall in frustration. “I need a new job now! My job just went up in smoke.” “What? What are you talking about, Sarina? Why do you reek of smoke? Forget it for now! Get changed then we'll talk about it! I have to calm down before I make a gate and go knock some sense into my mother!” Larissa was right about me changing. My diaper was already leaking it was so full. I made quick work of changing and then walked back to the room. I shut the door and collapsed on my bed feeling a thousand years old and dead tired. “Someone planted a bomb in my work. At least half of the people I work with are still missing and likely dead.” She listened as I described the whole thing to her and then broke down crying at being unable to help everyone that needed help. “I hate feeling this damned helpless! I wanted to use all the power I could and heal everyone but instead I held back like a weak coward!” She held me as I sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes. “You are the last Dragon Mage. If you feel it is time to reveal to the world what you are then so be it. Your instincts told you not to come out just yet, despite the situation. I would trust your instincts every time. You will know when it's time to reveal your abilities to the world at large. No one can tell you when it's time. Only you can do that. If you think it's not time then it's not time.” She was right. I crashed and got some much needed sleep after having pushed myself healing so many and risking being discovered. It had ll been minor healing and most of what I did was put bandages on people, but still, I had used a small amount of my magic ability to heal. Something told me that soon the whole world was going to have to know that a Great Dragon Mage walked the Earth again. The news about the bombing at the warehouse was all over television and the radio the next day. At my request, the paramedics and police kept my identity a secret. A number of those I had helped knew I did not like publicity and only said that a fellow worker had helped a great many of them by applying bandages and using a minor bit of healing ability to stabilize as many as she could help. A lot of people on campus suspected it was me but no one pestered me about it as I went from one class to another. One good thing happened on campus though. The dean decided that anyone found posting anymore racist material of any kind would be expelled permanently. That seemed like a good decision to my way of thinking. I spotted Courtney and her bunch of loser racist friends but they had sense enough to leave me alone. After my last class for the day the campus doctor asked me stop in and get a quick exam after yesterday's activities. The exam was quick and she was careful to not ask a lot of questions. She kept her questions to just the state of my health and explained that since it was obviously still an open investigation that she was not going to ask anything about it. “You did real good yesterday in helping so many others. I stand by my statement. You are going be one hell of a doctor!” It felt good to be done with classes for the day and not have anything else to do. Larissa joined me in the peace gardens for another lesson in magic. She had been carefully practicing on her own and was getting better by leaps and bounds once she learned how to see and feel the magic all around us. We were working on creating a viewing gate when the magic in the area suddenly surged. Out of reflex or perhaps instinct I shielded us both with as strong a shield as I could make. It was surprise when a gate opened In front of us and the royal elf guard stepped through in advance of the queen. She was tall and beautiful with her silver hair and her light green dress that was semi translucent in the arms and lower legs. She stood close to seven feet tall and had green eyes that seemed to take in everything they saw. She looked and was openly surprised to see me standing between the portal and Larissa with shield spell in place that would have taken a hell of a lot to break through. “Impressive. My thanks to you for the healing of one of my people. You saved his life by doing that.” I dropped the shield carefully and so as to not create any problems in the weave of magic. I dropped to one knee and bowed my head towards her. “It is my great honor to meet you and to be in your very presence.” “Now I see why they call you silver tongued as well. This is not a formal occasion so there is no need to be so formal. My daughter said she was learning from a very powerful person, but she did not tell me how powerful. Most others would not see how much you are capable of but it has not escaped me. Larissa has chosen well in friends, and in teachers. Now if only her brother would get over trying to find the girl he claims he keeps seeing in his dreams and just accept the suitors chosen for him.” I was about to reply when a feeling hit me so hard it was impossible to ignore. My gaze was drawn from the queen to the young elf that had come through the portal. For the one of the very few times in my life, I was honestly unable to say anything for a minute. He himself had stopped in mid sentence and was staring at me in barely disguised lust. He was just as dumbstruck as me it seems. A moment later we were in each other's arms and kissing like long lost lovers. It took all my willpower to not tear off our clothes and rape him on the spot. Larissa laughed about it. “Mother, I think we found my idiot brother's life mate. This is going to be interesting. The last time this happened was almost four centuries ago. Sarina, I'd like to introduce you to my mother, the queen.” END FOUR That's it for this chapter. In the next one we find out what happens when Oscar the Grouch and Big bird go head to head against chewbaca and Shrek in a tag team match for the championship belt! Thank you all for reading this crazy mess of a story so far. Not much left in this story. Maybe two more chapters at most. We will eventually find out who or what is behind the attempt at starting a race war and what happens when Sarina comes out as a Dragon Mage. All comments and questions are welcomed.

I just finished chapter three where big bird finally has enough of Elmo and sells him to Oscar the grouch as a permanent diaper slave. And if anyone believes that then I have some swampland in the Sahara for sale real cheap along with a bridge in Brooklyn! lol. Here is chapter two for you good folks to read and hopefully enjoy. Chapter Two All through school I paid attention to the lessons and did every assignment they asked for until it came time for my basic magic class. It was the only class in which I was receiving a failing grade as I was unable to do magic the way they wanted it done. The substitute teacher called me up front to have me demonstrate how to make a simple light spell and I frowned. No matter how hard I tried to do it, the spell failed. The man looked at me with frustration. “Why are you refusing to do what I asked, Sarina?” “I can’t do your magic, sir. Every test I have taken has shown that I am unable to work magic the way you want me to. I do have magic, sir, but it only enhances my physical abilities is all, sir. I am registered as a class one physical adept, sir.” He frowned a moment. That old and outdated system is not even used anymore. Now stop stalling and make a light the way you were told to.” Again, I concentrated and when nothing happened I got mad and almost swore. Instead I clenched my jaw tightly shut for a moment and said nothing so as to stay out of trouble. “Since you can not do magic this way then perhaps you can show me how you would do it.” “I’m not supposed to do that, sir. My mother would get upset if I did.” Everyone laughed and he took a moment to get the class quieted down. “Can you tell me how you would do it then?” He asked me. “ Simple, sir. I would simply reach out and pull the magic through me and conform it to how I want it and then create a light that way without draining any energy from my body. It’s real easy to do. You just look for a strong magic flow and then draw off enough magic to do what you need to do.” “I suppose that would be work if one could see magic and channel it that way, but it is impossible.” I was surprised to hear this from him as he was supposed to be a teacher who knew all about magic. “It’s not impossible. Dragons do it all the time when they use magic. They don’t do it the way we do and they are able to do it faster and use less energy to make far greater effects.” The man seemed tired of me and then took breath and let it out a moment before speaking again. “Are you trying to tell me you have no talent at all?” “No, sir. I can read and speak Draconic as well as see magic and auras. I’m also good at physical things as well sir. I just can not do magic the way everyone else does is all, sir.” Courtney the piped up and tried to humiliate me. “She’s also real good at shitting her diapers!” Everyone in class laughed at me. “That is not a nice thing to say, Courtney! You owe her an apology for that remark!” “I’m sorry you can’t figure out how to use a toilet!” Instead of blushing I got mad. I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to beat her to the point of leaving her all but dead. Jean Francis called out at seeing my clenched fists. “Oh look, she straining hard to mess her diaper again!” Everyone laughed except the teacher. Courtney and Jean, you two have just earned yourselves some after school detention.” “Why? It’s not our fault she cant figure out how to use a toilet and would rather use a diaper!” “Congratulations Courtney, you now have detention for the rest of the school year. Make one more rude remark and about Sarina’s health issues and you will be wearing the same thing for the rest of the school year! Do I make myself clear young lady?” “My parents will make you sorry for this! You are so going to be fired for sticking up for miss shitty diapers!” After class was over Courtney and Jean had to stay behind and help clean the room as punishment for their rudeness. With the weather being nice I went to a local park instead for a while and settled down in one of my favorite places to read. My reading was interrupted after a while by my cell phone ringing. “Sorry mom. I lost track of time reading. I’ll be home in half an hour unless dinner is liver and onions, in which case I’ll be home in 15 hours.” Mom laughed and told me that tonight we were having tree bark soup with earthworm salad. “I have a roast that is just about done so when you get home you can wash up and dinner should be ready by then, and no trying to summon Cthulhu! He’s allergic to my cooking!” I laughed and promised to get going right away. Three blocks from home Courtney caught up to me and tried to hit me with a spell that would have almost killed me if it had hit. The look on her face when her spell suddenly changed and she was forced to uncontrollably wet and mess herself was priceless. No one had seen me change the magic she was trying to focus and that was fine with me. A few people saw her wet and mess herself publicly and stared at her as she suddenly started riding off as fast as she could. The chance to further humiliate her was tempting to me, but my goal of merely stopping her from blasting me had been accomplished so it was just best to let her go for now. A week later school ended for the summer and Courtney moved with her parents to out of state. Over the course of the summer I began to experiment with what the book showed me. Nothing could fix my incontinence so it looked like diapers were here to stay for now until some type of magic could be found to fix my body so that I no longer needed them. For me, that day could not come soon enough. When seventh grade started nothing out of the ordinary happened to me. The book seemed to be full of an endless supply of information and instructions on how dragon magic worked and could be used. All of the exercises increased my abilities bit by bit as well as increased the amount of magic that I could manipulate safely. Every day I worked hard on my exercises from the book and stayed very careful to not let anyone know what I was able to do. A change in the laws made being an unregistered user of magic punishable by law. Anyone breaking any of a number of new laws could be fined heavily. As was par for the course, those with money and influence were able to get away with doing just about anything they wanted to do. Nothing is illegal if you have money and the right connections. It’s enough to make a person want to strangle the politicians in an effort to make them stop to think about someone besides themselves for once. I ended up having to take gym class this year as it was required. I tried to get out of having to take gym and revealing my diapers to everyone but no such luck. My first class of the day was gym class and we were all required to change into gym shorts and a shirt and sensible shoes for exercising in. I hate when the whole world knows about my need for diapers and it makes me want to find Courtney and half kill her for pushing me all those years ago. The first day was just a meet and greet so we were not required to change into gym clothes. The gym teacher was a big lady and asked if any of us had any medical issues she should know about that might make class difficult for us. “I’m medically incontinent, ma’am.” She stopped and looked at me a moment. “How bad?” “Complete loss of control due to nerve damage in the spine. It happened when I was still in first grade. I was shoved down a set of steep stairs and blasted to prevent me from grabbing the railing to save myself.” She shook her head and sighed. “You are not making this up to get out of class are you?” “No ma’am. Copies of my medical records are filed with the nurse as is required.” She walked over to the phone and called the nurse’s office to confirm what I had just stated. After a few minutes she ended the call and called the principal and talked a few minutes then hung up before walking back over to us. “I tried to get the principal to let you drop this class, but she would not do it. The state requires you to have two credits of physical education so you are going to have to just do the best you can. Is there anything else I should know?” “I’m registered as a class one physical adept, ma’am. I was tested for adept status last year and classified as a class one physical adept. ” She looked at me and smiled. “You are definitely full of surprises. What other abilities do you have?” “I also have the talent of languages at class one as well.” “How do you manage your incontinence?” “I wear fitted briefs and clean up as needed.” “If at any time you need to take care of the problem let me know and you will be allowed to go take care of it.” Today was a short day as it was just a meet and greet day. Each class was just 30 minutes long which was fine with me since my diaper was a disaster by the time last class ended. I got to the restrooms and my bowels let loose into the seat of my already soaked diaper. Cleanup was going to be a pain in the tiny stalls. Fortunately my long skirt had not been hit with any of the mess threatening to leak out. The cleanup and change took me about ten minutes and several wipes. Once the change was done I put my skirt back on and left the restroom. The diaper crinkled a bit too loudly for my liking so I made a mental note to wear jeans tomorrow. It would make very little difference since everyone in my gym class already knew about my having to wear protection. I’m sure that by the time a week is past that everyone will know as the rumor mill will have gotten organized by then and will spread the information all over the school. The only class that looked to be a pain in the hind end was going to be my social studies class, The teacher was man named Michael Ross. He was related directly to Courtney and was her uncle. He made it clear from the beginning that he did not allow talking, questions, or restroom breaks. Anyone who was late to class by more than 20 seconds would be given a zero for the day. I waited until after class to approach him about my health issues. “Sir? I have a health issue that requires me to occasionally leave class for a few minutes. I am incontinent and..” He cut me off and gave me a look of utter contempt. “I don’t babysit so find another class! I already know who you are and if it was up to me I would have had you executed at birth in order to save the resources currently being wasted on you. Leave here and go find a daycare that will change your diapers because I wont!” I hate stuck up and arrogant assholes like this man. I retaliated just as rudely. “Don’t get mad at me! It’s not my fault you survived the abortion! Let’s face it, your mother took a shit and declared Look, it has eyes!” I walked off and felt the sudden build up of magic behind my back. The blast never hit me since I redirected it into the ground a few feet to my left where it left a crater about a foot deep and perhaps almost a foot and a half in diameter. I returned the favor even though mother had told me to not reveal what I could do. The door he had been holding open in order to blast me flew shut at high speed into his face with predictable results. It hit him hard in the face and I know it certainly broke his nose and his outstretched arm that was pinned between the door and the door frame. To everyone nearby it looked like a gust of wind had caught the door and slammed it into his face after he tried to blast me with magic. My next stop was down in the office to change classes so I would not have to deal with the arrogant jerk. The secretary called the vice principal and the principal since the teacher had tried to kill me. “Sarina Blake! Your first day here and you assault a teacher!” “I never touched the jerk although I sure as hell wanted to! He does not want me in his class and insulted me so I insulted him right back! He tried to kill me with a blasting bolt! Had the wind not slammed the door in his face I would have been hit and killed! I want a different teacher!” Mr Jameson looked at me as the vein in his bald head seemed like it was ready to burst. “I don’t care! You used magic against a teacher and that is enough for me to have you expelled for the year!” Another voice cut him off. “I don’t think that will be needed. I want to know exactly what happened before any decision is reached.” Mrs. Gray, the principal, had just come into the room. I told her what he said to me after I tried to be polite and inform him about my having to occasionally change my diapers. I did not tell them that it was me who redirected the gust of wind that took and slammed the door into him and caused his attempt at killing me to miss. “Had that gust of wind not taken the door form him he would have killed me with that spell! If you put me in his class I will not go and will skip it all year long. All I want is another teacher for the class.” About that time the teacher came storming into the room mad as he could get. Blood was dripping from his nose and his right arm was definitely broken. “You fucking little bitch!” I dived as his magical attack blew up the chair I had been in. The principal and vice principal were too stunned to act as he readied another even nastier spell. He stumbled and then fell to the floor as a web of magical energy wrapped around him and drained the spell energy out of him and into the web of binding holding him. “You may not like me and that is your right sir, but I will not let you kill someone because she pissed you off when she got the better of you with her rude remark made in retaliation to your rude remark.” Mr. Ross struggled against the spell and an additional web of energy gagged his foul mouth. He continued to struggle as the elf girl forced him to sit in a chair. I am sorry for having to restrain you sir. You missed with your first attack and your second one would have killed everyone in this office. I am Larissa Silver Heart and this man refused to teach me because I am an elf and he apparently does not like elves either. I now begin to wonder if he likes anyone at all, besides himself?” It took us almost two hours to get everything sorted out and Mr. Ross was exceptionally rude to me and to Larissa the entire time. He kept trying to deny his attempt at killing me but made no denial at all of his dislike of me and of Larisa. In the end the principal resorted to using a truth spell on him to get the truth out of him before calling the police to have him arrested. When he realized he had just confessed to attempting to kill me with magic he leaped out of the chair at me and found himself on the floor when I simply moved out of the way as fast as I could. There was no need for me to do magic when it was just simpler and easier to move and let him grab empty air. I am a physical adept so me being able to move fast like that is not considered to be out of the ordinary and required no lengthy explanations. Larissa and I were assigned to a geography class with Mrs. Grayson. Her class grew by nine students. The rest of Mr. Ross’ class was divided up among the other three geography teachers. The principal apologized to us for the mess and made sure that the vice principal would not expel us. This was a relief to me as I would not want to have to explain to mom why I had been suspended on my first day. She would not have been the least bit happy with me. The next morning I arrived at my gym class and changed into my gym clothes. Several of the girls laughed at seeing me in diapers still. “I wish I did not have to wear these, but I have no choice. I have permanent spinal damage that has made me unable to control when I have to go. I can’t even feel it until it’s in the diaper and then I have to go get cleaned up and changed.” A few teased me a little about it but nothing serious. That was a huge relief to me. The first change came around halfway through my third hour art class. The cleanup and change took about ten minutes to complete. I returned to my art class and no one said anything to me with the teacher in the room. Outside in the hallway I had one pair of girls tried to pull me into the girls restroom and both of them found out the hard way I am not easy to bully around. I threw both girls back a few feet and then escaped. My geography class with Mrs. Gray was a night and day difference from Mr. Ross. She made the class fun and cracked jokes frequently about the lessons. The capital of the state of Washington was Gene Simmons and the president of the nation was Goofy. That made us all laugh and she made us go look it up to prove her wrong. She was a great teacher and made learning a lot of fun. She made sure to let me know that if I needed to go change that all I had to do was ask and she would let me go take care of it real fast. With no one pestering me very much I would spend time reading through the book on dragon magic. It never ceases to run even close to getting to the end of the book no matter how much I read. This was fine with me as I loved reading the book. I did get caught one day in the library reading the book and the librarian thought it was one of the schools books. She tried to put it up on the returns cart and was surprised when it refused to stay there and kept returning to me. I was almost tempted to let her think she was seeing things but decided to be nice to her as I like being allowed to use the library. “This book is not school property ma’am. It is one I got at another location and have been reading. It is magical and refuses to leave my side for long. Another proof it is not one of yours is that it is hand written.” She looked at the book and opened it up to reveal the hand written pages. She looked at it a minute before gently closing it and handing it back to me. “It has been a long time since I have seen anything written in Draconic. My apologies for the mix up. Thank you for being honest and polite about it.” The rest of the year went pretty quietly and no one teased me too much except when they caught me staring at some of the cute guys on occasion. It was in 8th grade that the bullies returned and things got frustrating for me. The teachers always seemed to be somewhere else when the bullies struck. It did not help that I was forced to take a gym class again and of course everyone teased me about having to wear diapers. I have had my locker vandalized multiple times in just the first three weeks of school. They stole everything the first time. Painted the dial of my locker the second time. The third time they glued the hinges. It was getting harder every day to not start beating some sense into the bullies. So far they had not attacked me directly since they all knew how that would end for them. Sandy Peters was the most popular girl in the school and was the one girl all the guys seemed to want. She took it upon herself to try to humiliate me enough to drop out of school. She was just as bad as Courtney except that she preferred to go out of her way to publicly humiliate people instead of killing them. She was almost six feet tall and had long blond hair with green eyes and a chest already making her look like she was in high school instead of ninth grade. I was exiting the gym after having been given another zero by the teacher. Mrs. Meyers hated anyone without a normal talent. As a result of this unreasoning hate she gave me a zero each day . She refused to let me change my diaper if it needed it during her class. She seemed to take great delight in letting everyone know about my diapers every time something smelled a little odd. Each time she smelled something she would force me to lower my gym shorts and stand still so she could inspect my diaper in front of everyone. I had Sandy for my last hour gym class and she constantly used spells make the air around me stink so as to force me to submit to another public diaper check by the teacher. Had I not made a promise to my mother to not show off or reveal my dragon magic ability she would have been put in her place the first time she did something to me. She placed first in the physical fitness tests and had a high level of magical talent as well as rich parents. Mrs. Meyers seemed to think that Sandy could do no wrong and let her get away with anything she wanted to do. We had all just returned from the Christmas vacation and Sandy decided to prove she was superior to me when I ignored her taunts about my diapers. A basketball came flying at me with help from her magic and would have slammed into me at about 35 miles an hour. I had enough and grabbed the ball, spun with it in my hands and sent it flying back at her just as fast as she had sent it at me. She never expected it and the ball smashed into her face with more than enough force to cave in the front of her skull with the impact. The teacher was not the only one shocked to see me do this. The entire class was staring at me after having witnessed me do what they thought of as impossible. Sandy was raced off to the hospital as the teacher demanded to know how I had managed to send the ball back at her just as fast as it had been sent at me. When Mrs Meyers grabbed me and tried to shove me against the wall to intimidate me it did not go as planned for her. My back hit the wall as she had hand fulls of my shirt. I retaliated by punching her as hard as I could in the stomach and watching as she dropped me and whooshed as the air in her lungs was knocked out of her. “I am a class one physical adept and do not like being treated like garage! Every damned day I come to class and you let that bitch do whatever she wants to me! The next time she tries that or anything else I will beat her to within an inch of her pathetic life!” This got me expelled for three days and grounded for a month. I came back on Friday and the teacher sneered as I walked inside. “Little miss shitty diapers has returned I see. You may as well leave. I will never give you anything but a zero since that is all a no talent baby like you deserves anyways.” I turned to leave and was almost hit by a bolt of magic. Sandy stared at me as the bolt had just barely missed me and hit the wall instead. Not thinking I snarled out in Draconic and watched her eyes go wide as she wet and messed herself uncontrollably then fell on her backside. Every time she tried to get up she fell on her hind end again. This went on for about four minutes before I let the magic dissipate. She could try to blame me for being forced to wet and mess herself but no one would believe her since every record had me listed as having no spell talent. The new principal was not happy when I stopped in her office to complain about Mrs. Meyers kicking me out of class for good. Mrs. Hastings frowned and called the teacher to the office. Mrs. Meyers accused me of casting a spell on Sandy as revenge for getting kicked out of class. “I can not do magic like you can, but I am listed as being a class one physical adept as well as having the talent of languages at class one as well. Why not ask Mrs Meyers who tried to blast me and barely missed as I was walking out of the class quietly.” In the end I was excused from gym class for the year. Mrs Meyers stayed on as a teacher but thankfully I did not have to deal with her anymore. Sandy had a hell of a time dealing with the teasing and taunting from everyone for months after she had been forced to treat her panties as if they were diapers. By the end of the year the incident had been largely forgotten by most everyone. Twice more during the year she tried to hurt me with magic and could not figure out why it always backfired on her. The last day of school was a relief to me after having had to deal with the bullies all year teasing me about my diapers and accusing me of cheating for getting good grades in every class. The classes were not overly difficult and if they had bothered to pay attention and not goof off so much they would have been able to get better grades. Sandy barely passed her classes with all the time she spent hanging out with her friends and trying to make my life a living hell. I walked out of the my math class for the last time with a wet diaper in need of changing. I cleared out my locker and made one last stop off in the restroom for a last change in school before the summer vacation got started. I no sooner finished changing my diaper and left the restroom when Sandy and a couple of her friends struck. Sandy hit me as hard as she could and the fight was on. He friends joined in trying to beat me up to teach me a lesson. The fight was very one sided as they had not stopped to think about what a physical adept was capable of doing to them. They thought that by not hitting me spells that they could get away with beating on me to prove they were better than me. They found out the hard way they were wrong about being better than me. Even as a group of seven they still could not get in a second hit on me. I did not fight fair and pushed my abilities to the limit and beat on them as hard as I could without caring what kind of damage I might do to their bodies. Sandy tried to stab me twice with a combat knife she had put some enchantments on and barely nicked me once. The knife went flying out of her grip and since she was the last one standing I pounced on her and proceeded to beat on her as hard as I could until a pair of teachers finally pulled me off of her mangled body. She was lucky. Had they not pulled me off of her she would have been dead. Only the application of emergency healing magic saved her from dying on the floor right then and there. In the end she was busted up badly enough that even with healing magic she was going to be spending a good two months healing from the injuries she had received at my hands. Her parents were not happy with her trying to attack me again. They had been very frustrated with her bullying and had threatened to not bail her out the next time she got into trouble. It took her two weeks to get out of the hospital. Three days later we had court for her chance to enter her plea in the case. Her and all of her friends glared at me and kept insulting me the entire time we were waiting for the judge to enter. They kept taunting me about my diapers and kept telling me they would kill me next time. I was so tempted to say something back but decided to ignore them and stay silent rather than be as mean to them as they were to me. The judge entered the room as Sandy was making another smart remark about me wearing diapers. I gave her a dirty look but said nothing. Sandy and all of her friends entered pleas of not guilty. The judge set a hearing date two weeks before summer vacation ended. Sandy was evidently hoping that her being a high level talent and having rich parents would get her out of trouble as it always had before. Over the summer I got to see an actual great dragon when he had business nearby. I was sitting at my usual place in the park when he landed a short distance off in the center of the park. I saw him land and when he looked my way I stood and bowed politely to him then spoke loudly in Draconic and formally welcomed him to the town. He stared at me wide eyed and in surprise at having been greeted so formally by a normal girl. He smiled at me and then changed shape to a human form so he could more easily conduct business. It surprised me when he came over to me and spoke to me. “I must say, I am surprised to hear someone not only speaking Draconic perfectly, but to also greet me formally and correctly! Thank you for setting a fine example for the others to follow.” He spotted the book and gently picked it up and looked at it while smiling at me. “I was wondering whom the book had finally chosen. The book chose very well indeed. Politeness, brains, physical power, and a great amount of untapped potential being slowly explored! You are a breath of fresh air not felt in a great many years.” We talked a few minutes as I told him how the book chose me to learn from it. It was fun talking to him and not being treated like an idiot because of a physical health issue or my age. At the end he had to leave to get a few things done. I bowed politely to him once more. “I have been honored to have been allowed to speak with you oh great one!” He laughed at that. “I think I should have added silver tongued as well to your description. Perhaps we will meet again some time.” I was being stared at by a lot of people in expensive suits and it was apparent from the looks on their faces that they were surprised to have seen me talking with the great dragon and to have heard him laugh at the end before he walked off smiling. As they all walked and talked a man in a suit came over and confronted me as I was getting ready to go change. “What did you say to him? I have never seen him talk to any human outside of conducting business!” “I simply bowed politely to him and formally greeted him in Draconic. I then told him how I learned to speak Draconic and how to formally greet a great dragon. He is a very honorable dragon and it was a great honor to be allowed to speak with him. It makes me wish that circumstances would permit me to speak with more great dragons but they do not so I will cherish this short conversation I had with him.” The man laughed “He was right, you do have a silver tongue!” Once he rejoined the group I went into the restroom and changed my soaked diaper. By the time I was done changing the entire group was gone. With no one around to say anything I practiced a few of the simple exercises the book said to practice to get used to handling magic. The exercises helped to refine my control over magic so that future uses of magic were not likely to go wrong for me. I sneezed halfway through one of the exercise and caused my illusion of a unicorn prancing around to vanish and instead the magic freed and uncontrolled flattened every tree around me for about ten feet. Oops. The incident went unnoticed by everyone so with no one to stop me my feet carried me out of the area quickly before anyone could investigate the magical explosions and ask me questions that I would rather not answer. It was a relief to get home and not be confronted by anyone or asked any questions about anything. Everything went on as normal and the day for the hearing came up finally. I knew it was likely to be a long trial so I packed extra diapers before going to the courthouse with my parents. Sandy saw me and immediately started making rude remarks to me once more. I almost said something back to her but simply gave her a dirty look and balled up my fists for a moment to resist losing my temper like she wanted me to do. The attorney for Sandy and her friends attempted to make it sound as if I had ruthlessly attacked them out of jealousy and proceeded to intentionally use my abilities to try to kill all of them. All the fights I had previously been in down through the years was called into record to try to make me look like I was always causing trouble and getting into fights. The state’s attorney was ready for this tactic and pulled up the records that proved that every one of the fights was me defending myself from bullies and that while I was indeed a class one physical adept I did not always attack anyone who taunted me. The last attack on me was caught on camera and was shown to the jury without any editing of any kind that the defense attorney had done to try to make it look like I had started the fight. We took a break three hours into the trial so I could change me wet diaper before continuing. When I came back in quietly Sandy laughed and called me little miss shits herself. Her friends snickered as they found it amusing and thought they were getting away with something very amusing. “Oh look, little miss shits herself is back! Watch out or she’ll stink us all out with her shit filled pampers!” The judge had heard the last remark and was not happy when he resumed the trial. Sandy made a few rude gestures when she thought the judge was not looking and smiled about it. At the end of the closing remarks Sandy’s friend Kelly Mars called me a diaper baby when she thought no one would hear her. The judge was not happy and was getting tired of their outbursts while I did my best to ignore them. I stuck to the honest facts while they kept making remarks about my wearing diapers constantly and being a no talent waste of resources. The jury deliberated for an hour then returned with a verdict for all of us. I was found not guilty of assault since it was obvious self defense when it was seven of them against one of me. Sandy was not happy. Her friends were found guilty of simple assault and given 90 days probation and 100 hours of community service as well as a special additional punishment to be announced after Sandy was given her sentence. Sandy was found guilty of assault with a deadly weapon as well as misuse of magic when she had enchanted the combat knife to increase her chances of hitting me with it. “In addition to the probation and community service I have an additional sentence that the guilty parties will serve. It is my hopes that they learn some respect after this. Since the girls found guilty have demonstrated repeatedly through this trial that they have no respect for others with certain health issues, they can learn firsthand how it feels to be publicly humiliated and to have the same health issues. All of the guilty girls will now have their bladder and bowel control removed for a period of six months. At the end of such time they will be allowed to toilet train themselves again and hopefully come away with better attitudes.” All of us were shocked at this sentence, including me. I had openly stated that I did not hate them, and that I only wanted to be left alone by them since they did not like me. I promised to not pester them if they did not pester me. They did not feel the same way and now they were going to experience firsthand what I had to go through all the time. For them it was only six months, but for me it was a lifetime. All of them were led up to the front of the court and made to lay down as a nurse put each one of them into a diaper in front of everyone in the court room. Sandy got mad and called me a diapered bitch which made the judge warn her. The punishment can be extended to a year or even longer if you make one more outburst like that. The young lady you have been taunting all throughout this trial has done her very best to try to ignore you and stay silent. I would advise you do the same or you will find your diaper being with you for a year and on full display the entire time so that everyone will know you wear them.” Sandy was put into a diaper with baby prints all over it and then made to stand still while all of them had all their control removed from them, thus making the diapers a necessity for the next six months at least. As we were leaving I spotted Larissa at the back of the courtroom smiling. She had been asked to come and be on standby in case her testimony was needed since Sandy and her friends had been teasing her all year as well. I would not see her again after this for a few years as her family moved away a few days later. They were nice folks and had been just as surprised as everyone else here at the sentence handed down by the judge. Outside the courtroom Sandy attempted to hit me with a spell she was so mad. I blocked the magic that would have powered the spell and let her get into trouble for it. Larissa spoke up loudly so everyone could hear her. “You know, there is a certain dimension where someone like you would be no bigger than a toddler. They would love a pretty baby like you I’m sure! I can arrange you to visit their if you like!” Sandy said a few rude remarks and stormed off with a slight waddle as the diaper she had to wear was super thick. Larissa and few others laughed. “Were you serious about that kind of place?” She smiled. “Very serious. Anyone under six foot tall is treated like a baby no matter what their age. I was tempted to suggest it to the judge but decided to let him come up with his own creative way of punishing them. If they try this again though, I may suggest it to the judge.” The rest of my high school years was fairly quiet as word had gotten out about what had happened to the girls that had attacked me then been foolish enough to make a judge mad at them. No one wanted to be the next one to endure having to wear diapers for the next several months of their lives and then have to go through toilet training all over again. It took Sandy almost a year to finally graduate out of wearing diapers and then pull ups. I saw sandy once during the graduation ceremony but she left me alone which was fine with me. The rest of her friends glared at me but kept their distance from me and said nothing to me. With my good study habits I graduated with honors and received invitations to several colleges around the country and one that was overseas. The college overseas accepted only the very best minds and then only those with references from influential individuals. All that summer found me studying the book on dragon magic and enduring the occasional taunts when spotted throwing one of my used diapers away. Sandy saw me at the end of the summer and began to cast a spell at me when she found out the hard way again that attacking me was a bad idea. With no one looking I retaliated for the first time ever. I called all the magic in the area to me and walked up to her as my entire body glowed brightly with magic. She panicked and blasted me. Her spell detonated harmlessly about 100 feet in the air. “I have had enough of your shit! I may not ever be able to do magic the way you do, but I am not defenseless! I could fry you on the spot, but it would serve no purpose, except to point out that you are not as strong as you like to think you are! I think a week without magic should serve as a reminder to treat others with more respect!” I used a bit of the magic and created a barrier inside of her that blocked her from using any magic except in self defense or to help save someone. I let go of the magic slowly and it flowed smoothly back into to the weave without causing any side effects. The look on her face when she tried to hit me with another spell and it failed was priceless. She pulled out a wand and said something that activated it. Again, the look on her face when I threw up a shield between us to block the blast was priceless. Thinking that I had no talent she was going to blast me and seeing me work a powerful shield in under a second without any gestures or incantations surprised her big time. I taught her a lesson after that. Her face was deformed and bloody once my beating was finished. Her right eye was swollen shut and multiple ribs had been broken along with her nose. When she had hesitated, after her wand failed to hurt me, it allowed me to tackle her to the ground and beat on her for trying to almost kill me. It would be a while before she was stupid enough to try that again. She could still walk but she was going to be in quite a bit of pain until she healed. It would be interesting to seeing how she dealt with being unable to use magic for a week. Maybe I should have taken away her toilet training as well. A tempting idea, but for now a beating and no magic for a week should be good enough. I had wanted to attend one of the schools overseas but the money to get there was a major stumbling block for me. Sure, I could just use magic and make the money come to me, but that was dishonest, and could land me in some very serious trouble. Having the Black Chamber find out about my talent would not be my idea of fun either. I had no desire to end up working for them unless it was as a healer,and even then a hospital would be my first choice over them. The black chamber was a covert operations agency working for the government all over the world. While it sounds exciting it is not something that appeals to me. If even half of the stuff I have heard about them is true then it makes it even less desirable than before to work for them. Murder, and torture, are not my idea of fun, and neither is starting wars to overthrow governments not friendly to us just to get at some resources that we want. In the end it was a university on the other end of the state that was chosen by me. They had no problems with me wearing diapers and having no normal talent. It was my intention to study medicine for my major and to pick a minor in my second year of college. The one school that would have been top of my list never expressed an interest in me at all, but then again, I never expected the Gray Academy to be interested in me. They are the top school in the world and every year they select a handful of students to teach. That place would have been my dream but with me being in diapers and unable to do magic the way most people do, that school would not be the least interested in me. At the end of the summer I saw Courtney again but said nothing to her as I passed by her. It was tempting to lash out, but not worth it. She gave me a dirty look as I walked out of the post office, but with so many cameras she did not dare start anything. As it was, I was going to one of the top ten schools in the world with a free ride scholarship. They had an excellent medical program and anyone going there had to have damned good grades to get in and even better grades to get a full ride scholarship. Two weeks later mom and dad hugged me goodbye as I went off to my first year at college. They were intrigued at the idea of a class one physical adept learning medicine and how to channel my adept abilities into healing others. The college saw my diapers as an unfortunate health issue but nothing more. My incontinence did not affect my mind or slow me down when it came to learning. This promised to be an interesting year. END TWO That's all for this chapter folks. I will post the next chapter when I am done with chapter four. This gives me a bit of a reserve buffer. I hope you folks enjoyed it. Things get real interesting in the next chapter when Chewbaca and Jar Jar get married and adopt c-3po. NOT! Things do get real tense in chapter three with Sarina in college but I won't spoil it for you. Give me about a week or so and I will have the chapter three ready to post and four being double checked for major glitches Hard to write sometimes with one eye barely working and my vision not very good in the remaining eye. Going blind in right eye and it no longer focuses most the time now. Again, thank you all for reading this so far and commenting. All further comments and questions are welcomed.

Chapter 2 Her health " Oh god I hurt, I can barely move, where am I? Why am I in a bed? and what am I wearing? it feels so warm but weird. " Elizabeth hears that Emily is awake and hurry to her side. "Good morning Emily dear, I'm sorry about how your dressed but I did not think you would be able to move much after last night, you almost froze to death if I did not see you, how I'm going to help you get up ok? I really am sorry about the clothes I know they might be a bit too big and I'm sorry about the diaper, I kinda guessed you wouldn't be able to go without any help." "Elizabeth was it? I cant say I'm happy about it but I'm really thankful and owe you my life, without you saving me I think I would be dead. Wait wheres my coat it has my stuff in it I really need it Elizabeth can you get it for me?" Elizabeth nods and hands takes out the photo and stuffed animal from the coat and gives them to Emily. " Here you are my dear, I do think your animal might need to be clean and maybe a small fix. If you don't mind me asking who's the photo and what is your animals name?" "Well the photo is all I have left of my parents after left me for heaven, and my stuffy is named Sharky, hes my best friend and all I have left." Elizabeth does her best to not cry for the poor girl, but she knows this girl needs help and mainly to see a doctor. "Emily dear is it ok if I take you to a doctor? I wanna make sure your ok and I'll pay for everything, I just wanna make sure you are ok." I looks unsure but knows she should see a doctor with how her body feels. "OK but is it possible to change what im wearing at all? I know it's really warm but it's a bit embarrassing wearing this sleeper and this diaper that feels a bit lose." "I'm sorry Emily but your clothes are done for and that is all I have for you to wear right now, cause my clothes would be too big on you. And I don't think the doctor would care too much sweetie, you can barely move right now I don't think you can even walk right now. so I'm gonna carry you down to my SUV ok?" I nodded knowing shes right and that I'm too tired to care. I can feel her take me to her SUV and put me in the back and buckle me in before everything goes black. I hear Elizabeth talking to someone as I start to walk up. " Yes I'm Elizabeth Kelly. I called a little bit ago about a girl I found in the snow and I wanna make sure shes ok. I would like you to bill me for everything if possible." "Oh sweetie your awake, can you tell me your full name and age so I can fill this out." I tell her my full name is Emily Garcia and that I'm 16. She asks me a few more questions and I answer the best I can. when she asks what my last address was, I tell her I don't remember I have been on the streets for years now, she nods and says that is ok. She takes the paper work leaving me in the chair, she gives it to the nurse and comes back to sit with me for a few before I hear my name called. "Hello Miss Kelly. I take it this girl is the person I'll be seeing today? Hello Emily my name Rebecca lee, and I will be your doctor today. I heard from Miss Kelly here she found you outside in the snow can you tell me what hurts or any place you feel weak and cant feel." I look to Elizabeth and she nods to tell me it's ok. "Umm right now my tummy hurts I don't really have the strength to move a lot, I'm really tired and sore too, my legs hurt some and so do my arms." "Well Emily I'm gonna undress you and have Miss Kelly help me take everything off and take look at you and make sure you don't have any frost bite or permanent damage. If anything hurts when I touch somewhere please tell me ok?" Elizabeth and the doctor take off my sleeper and the diaper Elizabeth put me. The doctor start to look at my arms and legs and touches some spots that make me cry a little bit, but I try to tough it out. She then looks over my chest and belly making a few notes. she then asks me the most embarrassing question of my life. "Emily dear is it ok if I check your girl area and below, you have a bit of a rash here and I am a little worried about it. please stay still for me ok dear? I am gonna take a look now and ask you simple questions ok. When you pee does it hurt or are there any problems and are you in any pain?" "It hurts a little bit and has been for a few weeks, the lower part of my tummy hurts when I do it too. And lately I don't know when I have to go to the bathroom, it sometimes just happens and it hurts a lot when it I do go.? "just as I thought, Emily I think you have a really really bad UTI. On top of that the rash goes to your butt and around your legs a bit. You are going to need some rash cream for this and I'll have to run a few tests to see how bad the damage is. So sit still for me Emily and I'll do this as quick as I can." I am a little scared while the doctor does her tests, but I try to deal with it the best I can, know it's going to help me and make me feel better. She's really gentle while she gets the tests done making sure not to hurt me at all. she then tells me shes all done and will be back shortly " Umm Elizabeth thank you for this and for helping me I know you don't have too but again thank you." "Emily it's no big deal, you don't have a place to go and I want to help you the best I can, and While you are under my roof healing and getting better I'll do whatever I can to help you. A girl your size and age should not be out on the streets in weather like this. So please let me help you, you said you owe me your Life, well I want you to stay with me and get better how does that sound." I look at her knowing she has a point and I know i can't win. "Ok Elizabeth " I sigh" You win I'll stay but please once I get better let me do something to repay your kindness to me. No one has ever been this nice or this helpful to me so please let me repay it anyway that I can." "Ok Emily that seems fair at least for now. But remember I will do my best to make sure you are healthy again ok?" We both wait for the Doctor to come back, I am worried about what shes gonna say and what she might find. After been homeless and on the streets for 3 years I can't lie and say I'm not a little bit scared. " Lets see here Emily and Miss Kelly. The main thing that Emily is quite a bit shorter then she should be, is cause some worry. shes 4, 1. And barely 61 pounds, I would like to do some more tests to find out why but with her condition right now, it would not be the best and might cause harm. Next is her bladder, she does have a UTI a really bad one that will need watched like a hawk, and have some medicine used to help it heal. Her bladder also seems to be a lot smaller then it should be, my guess is her size and maybe some damage to it from the UTI. She also has a lot of muscle damage from the cold and will need a few months to heal from it at best maybe longer. If she would have been outside maybe another 20 or 30 Minutes she would be dead, and you did the right thing by using warm water and not hot water to get her body temperature up. Over all she will need a lot of rest and time to heal. That diaper you brought her in, she is gonna be wearing them for a while even if she doesn't like it. Her bladder may heal, it may not but only time will tell. Right now you should get her home and have her rest for a day or two, for now give her only liquid food, she cant be using energy on solid foods, for the time being at least. I will give you two packs of diapers to start off and you will need to watch her around the clock and make sure her Body temperature say up. I think that is about it, any questions? no? Ok so I will see you two out and I will see you two next week for a follow up I hope Emily gets better"" I feel like crying I did not realize how badly hurt I was I am really grateful to Elizabeth saving my life and I don't think I will ever be able to repay her. "Ok Emily I'm going to carry you to the SUV and buckle you up then go grab the medicine for you, so if you want you can sleep tell we get home and I will wake you up once we get there." I start to fall asleep in the back the car moving is so nice it feels relaxing and I love it. I wake up when the car stops at what I guess I now call home, and I watch as Elizabeth takes begs inside waiting for her to help me. "Emily hang on to me tightly ok? I don't want to drop you I'm gonna put you down on the couch and get the stuff ready and put you in a diaper for now and one of the sleepers I have ok? after that I'm going to get some blankets so you can watch a bit of TV if you need anything just tell me. I cant help but blush as she puts me in a diaper I feel like a baby but I know she wants to help me, and the sleeper is really warm so I don't care too much about that I am just happy that I'm warm and someone cares about me. "Excuse me Elizabeth can I please have my stuffed kitty Sharky, it's hard for me to sleep without him, and is there anyway you can help me clean him up and fix him too I would really like that a lot." Emily is so cute and polite, I will have to find my sewing stuff but I will help her fix her kitty I just can't imagine how much he must mean to her. I think right now I just want her to be happy it seems she has had a really hard life and no one should have that life at her age, I'll do whatever I can to help her and give her a better life, I just hope she lets me. "Here you go Emily here's Sharky I will be back with something for you to eat, I'm gonna blend some berry's for you to drink so it wont hurt your tummy or your body." "Thank you, and thank you for giving me Sharky." I can't help but cry a little I'm happy my life has not been perfect, but now I have found someone who wants to help me I cant tell her enough how grateful I am to be here with her.

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