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At its core, overpopulation had led to many of the issues the world was facing today. The majority of these issues could have been easily fixed if properly addressed, or at least mitigated with proper legislation, but of course that wasn’t how things had gone. By now, we had reached a point of no return, and many had lost any hope of restoring the balance amongst the general populace. But hey, look on the bright side. At this point, overpopulation wasn’t even the biggest issue we were facing anymore. The wealth gap, or rather the segregation of the rich and poor had brought us lower class citizens to a slum-like state, even though we made up more than 80% of the population. Poverty had become the new norm, and those that were lucky took the few jobs made available, allowing them to live at a moderate level of comfort, that is if you count having a tin roof over your head comfort. Although, compared to most, it was. Others fought for what limited government assistance was made available each month, but most of us had come to accept the state of it, or at least tolerate the way things had become. Starvation was the norm. Exposure to the elements, and a complete disregard for any form of sanitization or comfort was the new way of life. As one might expect, crime had begun to skyrocket in recent years as more and more turned to crime as a means to survive. Prisons quickly reached max capacity, many using the prison system as a means to survive. Afterall, a warm meal and a bed was more than most of us had on the streets. But it didn’t help that they had indirectly disadvantaged the rest of us by forcing the authorities to create a new solution as serving your time was no longer possible with the new crime rates. And thus, the lottery system was created. Now, when you committed a crime, with prison time out of the picture, the sentences had to be something aside from prison time, and boy did they let their imaginations run wild. Of course, most saw this coming as the government slowly expanded their assistant efforts to be focused on improving the lives of the Uppers rather than the majority. I can still remember when they first announced their multi step plan, creating jobs to help better keep the two worlds apart. The Commissioners Authority they had called it. Promising a few thousands jobs to the lucky ones to help keep the poor in check. Ingenious if you ask me. Using the poor to help fight off the poor. And it worked of course. Life was so miserable for most, that even the mere chance at a better life was priceless. Even if it meant turning on their friends and families. But nonetheless, it only took a few years after its creation for people to realize that they had to take matters into their own hands. A true crime in the Authorities eyes. Most were just stealing food to feed their empty stomachs, or stealing power from local shops or unsuspecting neighbors, hoping to stay warm and save just enough money to afford the basic life necessities. Others turned to cyber crimes to hack through the financial system with a goal of getting rich, hoping to one day spread the wealth amongst the people and put an end to the current day norm. A cyber revolution. Really, any chance at escaping the slums for a chance of something greater was really the only motivator that kept most people going. Something better than what was currently being offered, by any means necessary. While most solutions to overpopulation had fallen to the wayside, once crime had begun to skyrocket, the Commissioners Authority quickly implemented a solution that killed two birds with one stone. Though, it was more of a solution to crime and over population than anything, not actually addressing the root of the problems at all. At its roots, it was a simple lottery draw for anyone caught committing a crime of any degree. Whether you stole a loaf of bread, or went on a serial killing spree, all crimes were added to the same lottery pool. I say lottery draw as if it is a good thing, when in reality it's one to be avoided, by any means necessary. Unlike most lottery draws, this draw was really used as a way to give out harsher punishments without directly handing out the punishments to individuals. It wasn’t a cruel and harsh punishment if there was a chance at something better. The sentences were made to be some of the worst things possible, with a handful of requests thrown in by the Uppers here and there to help fill roles for servants and essential workers, branding it as a “Chance at a better future!”. But everyone knew it was just a new form of indentured servitude, dedicating your life to make the life of the Uppers as pleasurable as possible. No one ever knew what options were in the lottery. Literally speaking, there could be a lottery ticket that grants you a billion credits, but you would never know it till you choose that option. More likely, was the forced servitude on distant planets in cold, harsh conditions, mining for precision metals until your body simply fell apart, where you’d then be left to the elements to finish you off. There was no mersey, but that wasn’t really the goal. The goal was to reduce crime, and more importantly, kill off those that were seen as a plague to the Uppers. The choice was simple, when you were caught committing a crime you had two choices. Immediate execution, or pull a ticket and enter the lottery. Once you pulled a ticket though, you had to take whatever it was that you got. There was no chance of escape by death if the ticket was something horrible. As such, most opted for death as they knew the awful things that could come from the lottery and didn’t want to take the chance. The choice of death was at least a quick, painless way to end the suffering that many were facing. But that wasn’t my story. ~~ I had been staying at a friend's house. Well, more of a friend's hidey hole if I am being honest. A small shelter pieced together with loose trash in a back alley way, held together with duct tape up on an old fire escape. It wasn’t much, but shelter was something that was hard to come by, especially in the colder months. There was a small space heater that helped keep the horribly insulated cardboard bearable, but I was wrapped up under what little blankets we had, struggling to keep warm. Alone, waiting for the return of my friends who had left earlier that morning in search of work. I laid still, trying to fight off the growling in my stomach that had been there since the night before. Perhaps I should have been searching for a job that morning too. I was stirred awake by screams of a siren outside of cardboard as one of the authorities hover vehicles pulled up within the alley. I knew immediately in that moment that I was fucked, but nonetheless, the fight or flight response kicked in and I quickly tried to scramble out from underneath my blankets, feeling the cold crisp air quickly chill my bones. I pulled the cardboard back, blinding myself with sun as I scurried out from underneath like some kind of rodent, quickly stumbling into the legs of two officers. I looked up at them, trembling from both the fear and the cold, still blinded by the sun, knowing it was over and that I would have no other choice but then to make the fatal decision that would lay before me. Unfazed by having watched me tunnel out of my trash pile, they pulled out their retinal scanner, the quickest way to get an accurate identity in today's world. I quickly got up on my knees so that I could at least try to keep some of my dignity as I stood there at their mercy. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby charged with the crime of unlawful residency and the crime of unlawful power tapping. You are hereby deemed guilty by the Commissioners Authority.” My gut dropped as I hung my head low. I knew exactly what to expect, and yet, somehow I was still disappointed. “Citizen ZZ1746890, as a result of your crime, you are hereby sentenced to death, or the lottery draw. Please clearly state your decision within 15 seconds, or the ruling will automatically be deemed as a lottery draw.” My heart was pumping faster than it ever had. I knew that both options would be awful, but I was young. I hadn’t experienced life the way I wanted. Death would be quick, painless and clean, but I just couldn’t force myself to say it. I sat there, silent, unable to speak as I listened to my heart pump. The longest 15 seconds of my life. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby sentenced to the lottery draw. As such, you will now be taken into custody and awake when your number is pulled”. With that, my world had gone dark almost instantly. Something I had not prepared for, but why waste energy potentially fighting a prisoner when you could use the custom implants that all citizens were given at birth to force them into an unconscious state. ~~ I stirred awake in a small white room, held in place by some form of magnetic field, holding the metal collars around my wrists and ankles tight to the floor. The fluorescent lights blinded me, as three individuals came into view. I was completely disorientated. How long had I been out? “Citizen ZZ1746890, we will now commence your lottery draw”. I looked up, trying to see their faces as my eyes adjusted to the lights. I could make out two guards and an older gentleman holding some type of tablet, probably using it to commence the draw. “Citizen ZZ1746890, congratulations, your lottery draw is complete. As such, you have been assigned to…” He paused. I could remember my eyes adjusting to the light as he said this, allowing me to see the confusion on his face as he read my ticket aloud. “Eh- Congratulations Citizen ZZ1746890, you have received a custom request ticket. This means that someone in the Uppers has put in a personal request and the system believes that you fit the bill”. My heart skipped a beat. Had this really happened? Had I really been given one of the better tickets, a chance at a better life? Had the rumors really been true? “As per the ticket, I will read out the request and all matching descriptors. If at any point you believe this request is unfit for you, this is the rare case you can discard the ticket.” “Discard?” I had asked. “Yes Citizen ZZ1746890, this request is an unusual one, but one that the requester wants to ensure will fit. As such, if you are unwilling to fit the descriptor, or know that you will be unable, you may request a single redraw. Might I add that we both know that by discarding this ticket, no matter its descriptor, you will be throwing away your single best shot at even a decent life.” I gulped. “Eh hem, Ambassador Obleece and his wife request a single ticket holder to serve as their…third party sexual partner to play the role of a sexually submissive adult baby…” I remembered hearing that, and just wondering what the fuck. Part of me wanted to decline in the moment, but what the man had said was true. This was likely far better than any other potential outcome, especially if the rumors were true. “The descriptor details are as follows. Ticket recipient: Must be 18+. Must be under 5’ 2”. Must come from an impoverished background, preferably from the streets. Must be a non violent crime. Must be a virgin. Must be free of any disease or contamination…and the rest goes on to be explicit details about your biological make up. Do you, Citizen ZZ1746890, accept your ticket, or do you wish to exercise your right and use your single discard?” “Biological make up?” I stumbled, unsure of what that was supposed to mean. “Specific identifiers of your biological make up are specified, including brain performance, blood type, specific gene pools, etc. The list goes on and on, but I can assure you the system has already verified that all of these things match. I can go into more detail if you really insist, but if I am being blunt, neither you, nor I am going to understand what these identifiers mean. Now, do you accept or wish to discard?” “I- I accept,” I had forced out, knowing damn well that I had no idea what to expect. ~~ Of course, in typical fashion of the Commissioners Authority, that was the last thing I remember before waking up where I am now. Though, I’m not too sure where that is. All I know is that I am inside of a small metal box, with a few air holes poked through to help me breathe. I could see blue skies and rolling clouds, as well as the faintest glimpse of the siding of a rather nice looking home, two things you would surely never see in the slums. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stories and want to help support me in creating more, please consider supporting me on my Patreon.

Chapter 51: Attempt No. 1 Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “It... it isn’t working.” I said, hanging my head in defeat and lowering my hands, stopping the spellcasting. “Is it not enough then?” Charlie asked. “I don’t think so. We need more.” “So let’s get more! Where do we start?” Asked Liv, full of hope, as always. I was already nervous about travelling to Aenonnos. I had put my fears aside when I cast my spell, trying to connect to Freya’s dimension. I had pushed past my fear of what we were up against in their dimension and my mind and body were ready. But then... it didn’t work. I didn’t want to go to other dimensions, hoping to get another, hoping that just one more would give us enough power, or the one after that, or the one after that. I was ready to go now. So whilst everyone relaxed a bit, chatting to each other about what we were going to do now... I just stood there, frozen, my body full of adrenaline with nothing to direct it towards. Noelle must have noticed something was up because she walked over and stood in front of me, taking my hands and looking up into my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers... I could get lost in them forever... She worries about so much, her anxiety can take over and leave her a crying mess... but she’s always got me there for her, to help calm her down and help her through everything. I always thought I was the strong one. That I could deal with everything on my own. When Basinwall was destroyed... I dealt with the grief myself. Whenever I worried for Noelle’s safety... I dealt with it alone. But here, as she held my hands and smiled at me... I knew it wasn’t just me protecting and caring for her. She did the same for me. She was still my submissive, my babygirl... but as she held my hands I could feel my heart rate slow down and my body relax. “You okay, Mummy?” She asked in that cute little voice of hers. “Just... I was just a bit worried about travelling to Aenonnos... and now... we aren’t... just need to let my body catch up with all the excitement.” “I understand, I was scared too. But it’ll be okay. Step by step, Mummy, step by step.” She smiled, rubbing the back of my hands with her thumbs. “You’re awfully wise for a nappy-soaking baby...” I grinned. She stuck her tongue out so I quickly snuck a kiss on her adorable little button nose. Recoiling and blushing, she lunged forward and nuzzled her face into my chest, wrapping her arms around me. “I love you babygirl.” I said, softly. “I wuv you too Mummy.” She replied. Looking up at everyone else after realising everything had gone quiet, I felt awkward as all eyes were on us two. “Umm... so... road trip?” I laughed awkwardly. ------------------------------------------------- And so we set out in search of other jewels. It was weird though, whatever spell or memories or whatever that Freya implanted within that last jewel, meant that Noelle and I could sense the jewels and portal pretty much straight to them. So a lot of them were just grab and run jobs. Picking from the list of locations in our memories that Freya implanted within us, we’d portal us over, get the jewel however we could, then portal back. I must admit... we took less care in other universes. In our own, we had to worry about any potential backlash that would occur from our... thieving. It’s why we couldn’t just portal in, grab the jewel, and get out. Especially in Liv and Charlie’s universe... if we were caught, like Paige nearly was, it could be devastating for Liv and the future of Little’s rights in her country. But when it came to these other dimensions, ones we weren’t from, we took less care. I just hoped that it didn’t mess anything up for any of our variations on these Earths that we hadn’t met yet. Because we know Freya created variations on all the Earths she had visited with Ophelia, and that’s where all the memories were sent – to universes where other variations existed. At least we had the foresight to fix the necklace for Charlie so she could return to our height, otherwise the universes we visited would have been awkward when we arrived with a 12ft Goddess... ------------------------------------------------- The first dimension we went to was... boring. It was eerily like Alex and Paige’s Earth, but it didn’t have a portal to the Diaper Dimension like theirs did. And because of this, there was no influence there from that dimension. I know this because I did a bit of digging on their ‘internet’ (with help from Faith whilst everyone was off doing other things, I’m still not really tech-savvy), and it turns out our lifestyle is a lot less accepted here than it is in the Diaper Dimension or the Earth that is connected to it. Littles are unheard of here mostly. Amazons were even less so. The only thing I saw referencing them was this big company, some very attractive mythological women... and some stories written by some very kinky authors. I made a mental note to return here so I could read some of these stories and find out more. But anyway, on arrival we explored the area to investigate this new Earth and see what was what here. We wandered the streets, got some lunch from a nearby cafe, and took our time exploring a bit. It was nice getting to experience a new dimension that wasn’t dangerous with everyone. Noelle and I had done a bit of travelling to places like this before and it was lovely, but our sisters never got chance to visit somewhere like this, so it was nice to see the smiles on their faces as they looked in little gift shops and just enjoyed their time on this Earth. Eventually we called it a day and figured we’d best head off to get the jewel. As for the jewel... it was easy to obtain. With Freya’s gift, we were able to locate it pretty easily. It was like it was calling us, drawing us towards it. We had to take a taxi, but on the outskirts of whatever city this was, we found the site where the jewel was being held. We found it at what they called a ‘car boot sale’. Just people selling stuff out of their cars in field. And there, on a table, was our priceless, magical gem... as if it was a cheap paperweight. We paid £20 for it. Now I don’t know anything about inter-dimensional exchange rates... but it seemed a bargain for saving two Goddesses if you ask me... Anyway, we returned back to the Sanctum as soon as we got it, and prepared ourselves for another vision. In the vision, Freya and Ophelia were first starting out breastfeeding. It was adorable. It reminded me of the first time I nursed Noelle, and according to my sisters... it reminded them of their first time they nursed their little ones. Except Alex, who gave me a wistful smile. I forgot she hadn’t tried nursing yet, she was the only one of us who hadn’t tried. So I promised her once we had some spare time, and if Paige was open to trying it, I’d cast the same spell on her as the one I had cast on myself to induce lactation. And from Paige’s reaction, I think Alex will definitely need that spell soon... We tried the portal to Aenonnos again... but like before... no luck. So we planned the next dimensional hop and headed out straight away. ------------------------------------------------- The second jewel was found on an Earth that had experienced a global catastrophe. There was nothing left. Ruins, rubble... flashbacks of Basinwall flooded my mind. Thankfully, Noelle was there, holding my hand. She helped me through my feelings so that we could carry on. Not a soul was still alive. No one. The whole world gone. We had no idea what had caused it, maybe war? Maybe a meteor? We had no idea. But the distinct lack of people and the fact that there was nothing around for miles, made it easy to find the jewel. It was buried under a pile of ash in the ruins of a building. All that remained were a few bricks outlining a small house. And within that... was the pile of ash containing a pristine, untouched, undamaged ruby jewel. The magic must have protected it, so we quickly grabbed it and headed back to the Sanctum. None of us felt comfortable in this dimension, so we were happy to go back home and witness the next vision to get out the image of the ruined world out of our minds. The vision contained a memory of the two of them meeting each other as kids. It was adorable that even at such a young age, you could almost feel the bond between them. It was like fate wanted... no, needed... them to be together. But just like last time, the jewel wasn’t enough as we tried to connect to Aenonnos. ------------------------------------------------- Third time’s a charm! Except... it wasn’t. Like last time, we headed out, found a normal-looking universe and went about searching for the jewel. What we didn’t realise... was this was some weird musical universe where everyone talks in song and music plays to basic events and tasks. After watching Noelle sing about how she just wet her nappy, only for her sisters to join in, adding that they had also soaked their nappies... we were quickly rushed towards the jewel and out of this universe before it got any more humiliating for them. Part of me wanted to stay, to see what other adorable things they could sing about unwillingly... but I’ve watched musicals before... there’s always those emotional, heartbreaking solos where they sing about their problems and how they’re going to overcome it. And with everything that happened to all of us... I knew it was for the best to get out of there. Thankfully, with it being a musical, we were practically given the jewel by the owner of it. No arguments, no bartering, no stealing... we just had to endure a song about how he wanted to be something more... and eventually he just gave us the jewel. Once we were back at the Sanctum, we witnessed the memory contained within the ‘musical’ jewel. And we saw Freya and Ophelia singing along in that universe, dancing along with a crowd dancing along in sync behind them. They sang about how much they were in love and how they would always be together. It was cheesy. ...and adorable. ...and still not enough to establish a connection. ------------------------------------------------- Fourth jewel was in a dimension that must have been between the Diaper Dimension and the first dimension we visited earlier in frequency; because it had littles, and it had caregivers... it just didn’t have Amazons. Charlie and Morgan had gone on ahead with Noelle to scout ahead, leaving their littles with me. Whilst we were in a shop, looking around, Liv got asked if she was a little, and whatever answer she gave caused a bit of a commotion, so we quickly left. She said something about being asked if she was designated a little and asking where her caregiver was. Safe to say... we didn’t know the rules of that universe very well and we didn’t want to end up in a situation similar to what littles have in the Diaper Dimension. Especially when we don’t know the rules. At least in Liv’s universe we know what we’re experiencing and how to get out of it. Charlie came back with the jewel in hand, apparently buying it from a charity shop down the street. Liv seemed on edge, telling her wife that she wanted to leave quickly. She hadn’t told me exactly what went on with the store owners, but we could see a couple of people walking down the street, looking like... police? Or someone in charge at least. So we quickly took a portal home before we had to deal with any of that mess. Maybe one day I’ll return with Noelle and we can figure out what that universe is about. After a lovely vision of the two Goddesses on the beach, the same beach that Faith and I had witnessed in our visions when Faith and I died, we tried the portal again. And yet still nothing. ========================================================== I've been so excited for people to read these chapters :3 Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, as well as the next two chapters of Regression Echo, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Love in Dimensions and Regression Echo. New chapters of Love in Dimensions every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Chapter 16 I kept an eye on Jenny while mom did her chores and then we all had breakfast together. During lunch I jumped up and quickly went to the bathroom. I only had a small spurt of pee escape into my pull up as entered the bathroom. Again, I sat to pee after pushing the pullup down to my ankles and lifting my skirt up. I wiped the tip and flushed the toilet paper. I got everything situated, washed my hands, and returned to the kitchen. “Everything go okay Sweetie. Is that pullup still good?” Mom asked as I came back in. “Yep. Just a little escaped this time. It is still mostly dry.” I told her. “That is so great. Your new pullups should be here anytime today. I did one day delivery when I ordered them yesterday.” “Thanks mommy. Did you get me girly ones?” I asked shyly. She smiled. “Yes… pink and lavender. They are definitely girly.” We finished lunch. Mom told me she was going to take Jenny up for a diaper change and lay her down for her nap. I stayed down stairs and cleaned up the kitchen. I heard a quick rap on the door and went and opened. There was box on the porch, and I watched the delivery truck drive off. Mom came downstairs and saw the box. “Oh, I bet those are them.” She quickly opened the box. “Yep. Very cute. Do you want to change into one of these?” I nodded yes. “I tell you what. You have been very helpful today and have done really great with not wetting yourself so far. How about we go up to my room and if you want, I can help you can put a little makeup on. Plus, I grabbed the bra that Christine gave you and you can put that on with the falsies. Meet me there after you change.” I grabbed the pullup and went up to the bathroom upstairs. I pulled the generic white one off by ripping the sides and then stepped into the lavender one. It had some extra ruffles on it, and I noticed it wasn’t as tight as I pulled it up my legs. Once it was in place it was obvious it fit better and that there was a little more padding in it than Steve’s pullups. I happily moved into mom’s room. The bra and falsies were laying on the bed and took my shirt off and put the bra on, tucking the falsies in it. I was again happy to feel the tug of the bra straps on my shoulder. I pulled the shirt back on as mom came in the room. “You should see your smile. You know every girl is thrilled when she gets her first bra, and her breasts start to develop. Although I want to show you something. Come over to the mirror.” She directed. “You can see the purple of your bra through that white shirt. No big deal since it is just in the house, but you wouldn’t want to go out like that.” “Guess that means I need to get a white bra, huh?” I said looking at her. Mom laughed. “Yes, I guess you do if you are planning on wearing them a lot. I might have an old one you can have until we can get you one, although my boobs are little bigger than Christine’s.” Mom moved over to master bathroom and the big mirror in front of it and directed me to come over to her. “We are going to do just a little mascara and I grabbed some of Allie’s light pink lip gloss.” She said. Mom directed me how to put both on. As I watched her face in the mirror, I tried to get a feel for her reaction to what I was doing. I would see a smile but there was something in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was sadness, worry, I couldn’t figure it out. “You look very pretty. Let’s sweep your hair back and part it down on the side.” She brushed and then picked up one of her barrettes and put it my hair. The makeup made me look like a young girl. Around the same age as Allie and Leslie. I turned and hugged her. “Thank you, mommy. Are you okay though? You look sad.” “Oh sweetie, I am fine. Let’s sit on the bed for a minute.” She replied. We climbed up on her bed and she wrapped an arm around me. She smiled at me as I had slid my hand under me to keep my skirt from bunching up behind me. “I think what you saw on my face was me being a little sad and a little bit of worry. I am sad that I didn’t see this in you all these years. You definitely have some feminine traits, and you just light up when you get to do girl things.” “I am sorry mom. I know this has to be tough on you.” I told her. She squeezed me tight. “Oh sweetie. Don’t be sorry. You are wonderful. I am sad I didn’t talk about this with you before. But… I do worry about what it means. A lot of people are very cruel to people like you. I worry about you being bullied if you are just being you. I worry more though about you feeling like you have to hide who you are.” I hugged her back. I didn’t know how to respond to that. What I thought I was hearing was mom giving me permission to wear girl clothing and do girl things whenever I wanted. I thought that is what I wanted although I was scared of what that meant. “I am scared also mom… but I think….” I was interrupted when the doorbell rang. “You probably want to answer that. Christine was going to bring you over some more stuff of hers that she doesn’t wear anymore.” Mom smiled at me. I jumped off the bed and went down the stairs. I was excited to see what Christine was bringing plus I wanted her to see the makeup I had put on and how pretty I looked. I got to the door and swung it wide open. I immediately wanted to hide as I saw my friend Scott standing on the porch. “Hi… is Mike… umm… Mike… what are you wearing? What is going on?” Scott stammered. I stood frozen. I couldn’t speak. “Christine, thanks for bringing Cindy some more stuff. Doesn’t she just look adorable, although the purple bra with the white shirt has to go…” Mom’s voice trailed off as she came around the corner and saw Scott standing on the porch. “Oh no… um Scott.” I heard mom saying. I finally recovered enough to turn and run away from the door. I heard Scott saying something about me not answering his texts as I got to the top of the stairs. I turned to go into mine and Jenny’s room, but I didn’t want to wake her up. I ended up in Allie’s room. My face buried into Allie’s pillow as I burst into tears. I am not sure how long it was before my mom came into the room. I was still crying as she wrapped herself around me. She held me for about five minutes without saying anything. “I am sorry sweetie. I was sure that was going to be Christine. I asked Scott not to say anything to anyone. I don’t think he will, at least not today. He asked why you were dressed like a girl. I told him you would tell him why.” Mom was rubbing my arm as she spoke. “You don’t have to do it today but probably soon.” I didn’t say anything. Just pulled my knees up into a fetal position. That movement made me realize that I had wet my pull up at some point. “I need to go get Jenny. She woke up. She probably heard you running up the stairs. I will be back in a minute.” Mom slowly raised off the bed. “Mommy… can you get one of my… would be it be okay… would it be okay… can I have one of my pacifiers?” It took a few seconds but finally I heard mom move out of the room without answering. A few minutes later she came in with Jenny on her hip. “I am not sure if this is a good idea. Seems like a step back sweetie but here you go.” She handed me the pacifier. I immediately put it in my mouth and shocked at how calm it made me feel. I am not sure how long afterwards I feel asleep, but it must have been fairly quickly. I woke up hearing the door open and Allie’s voice. “Wake up Goldie Locks! You are sleeping the wrong bed.” Allie’s tone was on of humor. My eyes fluttered awake, and I felt my mouth working the pacifier. I sat up in bed and immediately realized something was wrong and jumped out of bed. My skirt was wet against my thigh. Allie and I both saw the wet spot on her comforter at the same time. “You peed in my bed. Are you fucking kidding me!” Allie said. I was in shock. First because I had peed in her bed, and second because I had never heard Allie use that word before. “Is she okay?” I heard Leslie’s voice from out in the hallway. “No! She pissed in my bed, and she is sucking a pacifier like a newborn baby.” Allie yelled out. “What? Did you say she peed in your bed?” I heard mom now asking. Allie was yanking her comforter off the bed. Fortunately, there wasn’t any wetness on the sheets. Mom came into the room right then. “It doesn’t like she actually got the sheets or bed wet.” Allie told her. “Thanks, goodness, for that.” Mom replied. Leslie had come in and stood next to me. I felt her hand on my back and she started to rub circles on it. “Are you okay? Your mom told us what happened.” Leslie said quietly. I immediately started to cry again. “Cindy, go to your room and don’t sit on anything. Leslie, sweetie… I think you should head home while we get this all sorted out. Okay.” Mom told her. “Okay… Cindy I am really sorry that happened. Allie, can you text me later, please.” Leslie said as she moved out of the room. I was surprised with everything going on in my mind right now that I was watching Leslie’s butt as she moved out of the room. In the hallways she turned around, I think because she saw where my eyes were focused, she grave me a big smile. That smile made my heart flutter a little. I was in the room for about ten minutes when mom came in. She brought a stack of clothes in with her, and I recognized it was the toddler clothes I had worn earlier in the week. She put most of them in the dresser but there was shirt and pair of shortalls in her hands as she moved over and grabbed one of my disposable diapers and wipes. “Take your shirt and bra off. I don’t think you will be wearing a bra for awhile if you are still wetting beds.” She laid the clothes and diaper on the bed. I removed them and sat them on the bed. Mom indicated I should lay back on the bed which I did. She then removed my skirt and the ripped the side of the pullups and removed it also. Next, she cleaned me with the wipes before sliding the diaper under me as I lifted my butt up without being told. Powder was sprinkled on me and then diaper was taped on tightly. I hated why it was happening, but I was reminded how much I enjoyed being diapered. Mom told me to stand up and she pulled the pink onesie over my head and snapped the crotch. Next came the shortalls. I was then led out of the room by the hand and taken downstairs. Seeing Steve and his expression made me remember I was still using the pacifier. “Back to being a baby I see.” Steve said as he got up from the love seat and headed upstairs. Mom led me over to the floor and I sat down next to Jenny who looked at me and smiled. “Mickey Baby.” I heard my mom snicker and then Allie saying yes as she is as she walked into the room. “Allie, watch the babies while I get your comforter in the wash and pull out one for you to use tonight. Plus, I am going to put the stuff Christine dropped off in your room. Not sure Cindy will be using it anytime soon.” My mom’s tone was one of anger. I was processing all of this when Jenny walked over with her Elsa plushie and handed it to me. I took it from her and halfheartedly played with it. I also took the pacifier from my mouth and sat it on the end table. Allie was sitting on the love seat texting on her phone. She looked down at me. “I am not sure why, but Leslie just asked me to let her know how you are doing. She also told me she texted Scott and told him we would explain all of this to him tomorrow and to please not tell anyone. She said he agreed not to. So, I guess you bought some time, Sissy.” “Please tell her thank you. And I am really sorry Allie. I promise you I had no idea that would happen. Please let me know what I can do to make it up to you. I am really, really sorry. And I am really, really scared of what is going to happen.” Tears were coming again I started to reach for the pacifier but forced myself not to. “Okay… I get it. It had to be scary, but didn’t you think people would find out at some point. You can’t spend the rest of your life in the house playing girl, or baby, or whatever. If being a girl is something you really want, then be a girl.” Allie lectured. “But…. But...” I stammered. “No but… the same for the diapers, etc. You like them, that is okay. But if you are going to wear them then you have to know there is a chance someone if going find out. I am sorry Scott saw that today, I am, but you need to figure out what you are going to do.” Allie tone softened as she got to the end. “Allie is right. You have to figure out what you want to do. Although for the rest of the day and night that has been figured out for you. You are back to a toddler young lady.” I heard mom say. We ordered pizza for dinner that evening and again mine was cut into little pieces. I also had to wear a bib. I noticed that Steve was back to not talking to me and shooting me death stares. After dinner mom asked Allie to watch me while she took Jenny up for a bath after dinner and then brought her back down. She asked Allie to watch Jenny and took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I was surprised to find out my diaper was wet as I stood up. My bath was quick and soon I was back in my room being diapered again. When that was done, I was brought back to the family room and told to sit on the couch. Mom headed into the kitchen and few minutes later came out with two bottles in her hand. I was surprised when she handed one to Allie. “You have become such a help and are great big sister. I think maybe it would be nice if you gave one of the babies her bottles tonight, okay?” Mom asked. “I mean you have been changing diapers so this shouldn’t be a big deal.” Allie’s eyes widened, which I am sure matched mine also. I am not sure why but the idea of Allie holding me and giving me a bottle seemed way worse than her changing my diaper for some reason. Mom went over and picked Jenny up off the floor. Allie and I looked at each other both with an expression of this can’t be happening. Mom smiled looking at us and then sat Jenny in Allie’s lap and moved over to where I was on the couch. I am sure my relief showed on my face as I cuddled into my mom and felt my head rest on her breasts. She brought the bottle to my mouth, and I immediately latched onto the nipple and began to suckle. I was surprised at two things. One how much comfort I got from this, and two the genuine smile that was on my mom’s face as she looked down on me. I actually felt both our bodies releasing tension, mine had been that way all afternoon. All too quickly the bottle was finished. I sat up and mom waited for Jenny to finish hers. I looked over and I was surprised at how much more grown-up Allie looked while giving Jenny her bottle. The other surprising thing was the smile on Allie’s face as she looked down on Jenny. We were both finished, and Mom loaded Jenny on her hip and took my hand and led us upstairs. I looked back at Allie and tried to read the look on her face. I think she actually looked sorry for me. Walking up the stairs I did compare the feel of the disposable diaper I was wearing to the feel of the pullup earlier. I definitely liked the bulk of the diaper better. Jenny was put in her crib; I wasn’t sure why we were skipping books this evening. Maybe it was later than normal but since there was no clock in the room, I wasn’t sure. Mom came over and tucked me in. She leaned down and told me that maybe we would reset and start over tomorrow, but I wasn’t to get Jenny out of crib in the morning and wait for my mom to come in. She then tucked me under my blanket, handed me a pacifier, and told me she loved me before turning the light out as she left the room. I laid in the darkness and thought about the day and everything that happened. I also thought about what would happen to tomorrow. At some point I would need to talk to Scott and try to explain all this to him. I thought about Leslie and how I felt about all of this and how she fit into it. I thought about Allie… She confused me the most, honestly. All of these thoughts raced through my mind before remembering I was holding a pacifier and I popped it into my mouth. Not surprisingly, not long after I started sucking on it my mind calmed and I drifted off to sleep. All the tension from today had worn me out. I woke up the next morning hearing Jenny talking to herself. I was shocked with everything going on that I slept all night long. I also realized I was still sucking on the pacifier and that my diaper was soaked. Mom came in a few minutes later and grabbed Jenny from her crib and then took my hand and led me out of bed and down the stairs. We landed in the family room and Mickey’s Clubhouse was on turned on the TV. Mom went into the kitchen, and I could hear her starting her coffee. She came back a little later with a bottle in her hand and scooped Jenny up and started to feed her. As I looked on wasn’t sure if I was jealous of Jenny and hoped I would get one next or hoping that because mom hadn’t brought me one that meant that we were truly starting new this morning. “Good morning.” I heard behind me and turned to see Allie standing there. “You are up early this morning.” Mom said to her. “Yea. Leslie texted me first thing this morning. She is really worried about Cindy and what is going to happen today.” She spoke. “Do you want me to finish Jenny’s bottle so you can get Cindy’s her bottle?” “You could just give it to her since you change her diapers. Cindy, do you want a bottle?” Mom asked. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. For second I actually wondered what it would be like to have Allie give me a bottle and for her to hold me close to her breasts while she did it. It wasn’t helped by the sleep shirt she was wearing seemed to be tighter than normal and her boobs looked like they a had grown more overnight. Allie looked at me, it was like she could read my mind as she shot me a death stare that said don’t even think about it. “No… I am good without a bottle this morning.” I said. Jenny was just finishing her bottle at that point. “How about you watch Jenny for a minute while I have quick chat with Cindy upstairs, okay?” Mom said to Allie. Allie nodded yes and mom and I headed up to her room. Unlike before where we would climb up on her bed and sit next to each other she patted the side of the bed and indicated I should sit next to her. I nervously sat down. “First, I am sorry for how I reacted to you wetting Allie’s bed. I definitely went over the top. I think it was because I was happy that it seemed like we were moving past all the baby stuff. That is honestly a lot of extra work.” I didn’t say anything but felt my eyes well up with tears. “Now, we need to figure out what is going on. You were doing really well with pullups and then a little stress came along, and you were back to being dependent on diapers, right?” I nodded yes. “Do you want to try and start again this morning? Pullups and a cute outfit?” Mom asked. “And some makeup maybe?” I asked hoping that Leslie would be here at some point. “Yes… a touch of makeup.” Mom said. I nodded yes again. “Okay… and what are you going to do about Scott?” “I don’t know. Allie and Leslie said they would help me with him. I think I need to talk to them.” I told her. “Okay. How wet is your diaper? Can you wait until after breakfast for a pullup?” She asked. “I think so.” I told her for some reason although I knew my diaper was soaked. We got up and headed down stairs and saw Allie playing blocks with Jenny. Mom headed into the kitchen telling us she would make pancakes. I went into the family room. “Everything okay?” Allie asked. “I guess. Mom is going to stop babying me and let me start over like yesterday so that is good. I am really sorry about your bed. Really sorry’.” I sincerely told her. “It is okay. I overreacted a little but… I really don’t want you peeing on my bed.” “Yesterday morning you seemed… I don’t know… you were kind of being mean to me… did I do something? The night before it was so… it was awesome. You were so nice to me. I loved talking to you about… you know…. Jimmy and Leslie… and things.” I said to her. “Yea… I am sorry about that also. I will be honest. I thought when Leslie saw me in my bathing suit, she would… I don’t know, I thought it would get her you to obviously check me out, if you know what I mean. I don’t know why I wanted that; it isn’t like I am interested in her. Maybe my ego wanted it for some reason.” Allie was a little unsure of herself as she spoke. “She didn’t respond the way you wanted? I thought you looked amazing.” I told her. “Yea… I know you did; I could see it in your eyes, and I liked it, that is why I thought she would also. When she came in my room, the first thing she talked about was how cute you looked, and she basically never stopped talking about you. For some reason that made me jealous. Stupid I know.” Allie sounded a little vulnerable as she spoke. “It is probably because she knows you aren’t interested in her and that you have your eye on Jimmy Thompson. Trust me if someone who likes girls had to pick between you and me you would win every time.” I said honestly. Allie smiled and then came and hugged me. “You have a great heart, you know that?” “Thanks… but this morning my heart and mind are scared. I have no idea what I am going to do about Scott.” Before I could respond mom yelled from the kitchen that the pancakes were ready. Allie scooped Jenny up and carried her into the kitchen and I followed behind them. We all ate in silence. I was surprised at how hungry I was. Steve was quiet again this morning but raised an eyebrow when he noticed mom had given me my normal utensils and I wasn’t wearing a bib. “After breakfast can I show Cindy what Christine dropped off and help her pick out and outfit for today?” Allie asked mom. “After you two clean up the kitchen, yes.” Mom replied. “Okay. No problem. Steve what are you doing today? I guess no pool since it is raining.” Allie asked him. “Timmy asked if I could come over and play some video games. Is that okay mom?” Steve replied. “If Timmy’s mom is home today, yes. I don’t trust his big brothers to watch you. If she isn’t maybe Timmy can come here instead.” Mom replied. I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. Timmy coming here would be really bad. There is no way he wouldn’t tell his brothers what he saw. They were twins and going to be seniors. They were both basketball players and had lots of friends in school. Allie and I cleaned up the kitchen. I made sure it was spotless, still wanting to get back into mom’s good graces after yesterday afternoon. When we finished Allie grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs. She wasn’t leading me like a younger child it was more of let’s go do something fun. We went into Allie’s room. The first thing I saw was the green comforter on her bed. It looked out of place with the other colors in the room and was a reminder that I gotten her comforter wet when my pullup leaked on it yesterday. Allie grabbed a box in the corner and brought it over the bed. “Okay let’s see what we have in here.” She began to pull out items. There were some shorts on top. A jeans pair with the hems rolled up. A pair of white shorts that looked really short and a khaki pair. Next came out tops in various colors. “Oh… I might have to borrow a couple of these Sissy. Besides you being nicer as a girl, my wardrobe potentail will expand, win for me.” Allie laughed. Several skirts came out next. A denim one and hot pink skater skirt caught my eye. I watched Allie eye up the pink skater skirt also. She then pulled out two sundresses. One was yellow and the other a light pink. Allie held the pink one up to me. “This would be perfect for debut as a girl but not sure how to make you have boobs with it. No way to hide a bra. Plus, you need more practice not flashing people, especially wearing something this short.” She smiled. She was laying out stuff on the bed as she took them out. Some t shirts came out next. One of them was pink shirt with Daisey Duck on it that caught my eye. Allie noticed it and sat it off to the side. “Oh… there is a pack of brand-new panties in here.” She held them up. “And look a couple of cami’s, another bra, and perfect for you, a training bra.” I picked up the panties. It said bikini on the package, and it had three pairs of pastel-colored panties in it. I remembered Allie saying that you pretty much had to wear bikini style panties if you wanted to wear a maxi pad. Mom had said they made ones that were bigger than Allie used. Maybe I could get mom to buy me some. “You like those? Could be a good motivation to get you out of diapers.” Allie smiled. I smiled back. “And I could wear a maxi pad with them?” “Yes, if you wanted. If you had to wear them you might think differently, actually in your case you would probably like having to. Although if you had to wear them you would get to have worst part of why you are wearing them.” “The worst part?” I asked. “Yea… the fucking cramps and sore boobs. Although my boobs get bigger when it is that time of the month. It is probably why you noticed them yesterday.” Allie laughed. “Oh… so you are wearing a maxi pad right now? You have your period?” I was genuinely curious. “Yes… not sure if we are way past the TMI point or if this is okay since you are my Sissy.” Allie responded. I blushed. “Well, I love when you tell me things. Especially things about being a girl. I know it is weird, but it feels like… it feels like… you are my big sister for real.” “It is funny… I feel the same way. Plus, I think I am way less bratty when I am the big sister to my little sissy, but I can still be a real bitch sometimes.” Allie winked at me. “Um… speaking of TMI. I need to go find mom and see if I can get out of this diaper because it soaked, and I also need….” Allie cut me off. “Yes… go find her so you can do that in the bathroom. Every time you do it in a diaper the house reeks. I will pick out a couple outfits for you.” She told me as she picked up her phone. She called out to me as I left her room. “That was Leslie. She is on her way over and we are going to figure out the Scott thing.” I walked downstairs to find mom. I had forgotten for a few minutes about Scott and suddenly I was very anxious again. I asked mom if I could use the bathroom and put a pullup on after I did. She told me yes but if I had an accident like yesterday’s again it would be all diapers for a while. I grabbed one of the new pullups from my room and took it with me the bathroom. I was glad I could poop in the toilet again this morning and thought that was enough motivation not to be dependent on diapers. I slide the pullup in place and rolled up the used diaper to put in the pail in my room. For the second morning in a row, I ran into Leslie in the hallway while holding a wet diaper in my hand. We both looked at each other and laughed. “Still carrying your diapers instead of wearing them? I thought the whole point of this was you liked wearing them.” Leslie said. Her smile was amazing and I said. “Thank you for being so understanding and joking about it. It really means a lot.” “Of course. I think you are very brave to do things you know people will tease and make fun of you about. It is hard to be honest with others sometimes even if those things make you happy.” Leslie responded. Leslie followed me in my room while I put the used diaper in the pail. “Well, actually I got caught while trying to be sneaky and hiding it. Then my mom kept trying to do things that would make me not want to do it anymore. Unfortunately for her I liked more of them I disliked them.” I laughed. Leslie was laughing also as we stepped into Allie’s room together. “What you girls laughing about?” Allie asked. “I keep catching Cindy carrying diapers instead of wearing them.” Leslie responded with a quick wink at me. Allie turned her attention back to the bed and Leslie tossed her bag on the other side. “Okay… so we are down to basically two outfits for this adventure. The hot pink skater skirt you drooled over with this shirt. Or these white shorts and the Daisy Duck shirt you liked.” Allie announced. “That skirt is fantastic…” Leslie started before I cut her off. “What adventure? I don’t know what you are talking about.” I raised an eyebrow as I spoke. “I thought you told her the plan?” Leslie looked expectantly at Allie. “Opps… I honestly forgot. I was going to tell her and then we started going through the clothes and started talking about other things, I forgot. Since it is your idea, you should tell her. Oh, and you are right that skirt is awesome and will be the first thing I borrow from my Sissy!” Allie laughed. I sat there waiting for Leslie or Allie to tell me what was going on. They looked back and forth at each other and finally Leslie spoke up. “Okay… so Scott is expecting some explanation for how you were dressed yesterday right? I think you should trust him and tell him the truth. Tell him that you like wearing girls’ things, you like doing girl things, and you are thinking about being a girl all the time.” Allie spoke up next. “One other thing. You do it while showing him how good you look as a girl and how comfortable you are.” “What!!! That is a terrible idea.” I blurted out. “Listen to me. We will help you get ready and make sure you look really pretty. Plus, we will be right here with you as you tell him. We can each hold one of your hands or whatever you need.” Leslie said. “Scott is your friend. He has an older brother who is gay right? He already has some understanding of what it is like be… I guess different. Who knows… maybe he will think you are hot?” Allie laughed. I was mortified by the last comment and Leslie shot Allie a look that said stop it. “Sorry I was just trying to lighten the mood. Bad joke. I do think this is the best idea. Plus, the clock is ticking if you don’t tell him something soon he is going to start talking. At least this way you can control it.” Allie had moved over and took my hands in her as she spoke. I realized what she said was true. I am sure he would start telling people what he saw. This would help me control it and it would be nice having Leslie and Allie there no matter how it went. “What about the diaper stuff?” I asked turning away from Leslie as I asked. “None of his business. Are you planning on running around showing off your diaper? Or are you going to wear your toddler clothes to the park, or school? What do you want to bet there are kids in the high school that wet the bed, etc. Isn’t that what you are now a bed wetter?” Allie spoke with authority as she said that. I looked over at Leslie and she was smiling at me. Allie still held my hands in hers and gave a quick squeeze and smiled at me. “Okay. Does mom know about this? Like does she know I am going be dressing as a teenage girl today? I am not totally sure where we stand after my… my relapse yesterday.” “You mean when you peed in my bed? Yes, mom knows. Leslie and I came up with this last night and I told her. She likes that you can have some control with it.” Allie had snickered when she mentioned me peeing on her bed. “It is 9:30 now I am going to tell Scott to come over at 10:30… okay girls?” Leslie asked. Allie and I both nodded while deep down I thought in an hour my life ends. “Okay back to outfit choices. I see two potential problems with the skirt option. Number one, if you want to have your boobs when you meet him you can’t wear that purple bra, it will show throw.” Allie told me. “Should I have my boobs? Isn’t that kind of over the top for this?” I asked. “It will make you look more girly.” Leslie said. “Exactly. Plus, it can’t hurt right. Boys like boobs, especially fifteen-year-old boys. Oh, and some just turned fourteen-year-old girls are a fan of boobs also, so throw a girl bone.” Allie smiled and looked directly at Leslie. Because Leslie had just turned fourteen last month it was very obvious that Allie meant her. Leslie’s face turned bright red, and it looked like she wanted to say something. “Allie, sometimes you think you are clever or funny, but you are actually mean.” I said quietly. Leslie looked over at me and her eyes showed an admiration for what I said. Allie initially looked shocked I had said that to her but then her face changed. “You are right. I am sorry. Both of you. There is just a lot going on here. No excuse. Sorry.” Allie said sincerely. “What is the other problem with the skirt?” I wanted to change the subject. “I promise I am not trying to be clever or funny. The problem is you are still learning how to move, sit, and do things in a skirt. Wearing one is new to you. If you wear that skirt, I am sure you will end up flashing Scott and he will see your diaper or pullup. You are wearing a pullup right now, right?” Allie explained and asked. “Yes… and that is true. So, we should go with the shorts and Daisy Duck shirt. That is a little less in your face than the skirt also.” I said uncertainly. “Great. Just need to see if the shorts will fit over you pullup. Remember we had a problem with that with my shorts and I am pretty sure these are close to the same size.” Allie handed me the shorts. I looked at her and at Leslie. I then moved towards Allies closet to try the shorts on in there. I didn’t want Leslie to see my pullup when I lifted up my nightgown. “She knows you are wearing a pullup.” Allie said. I stopped and stepped into the shorts. I tried to wiggle it over the pullup and it finally got it in place. It took some effort, but I was able to button them. Unfortunately, the zipper wouldn’t go up and gapped open. “Well better than my shorts but still won’t work.” Allie announced. “So, I guess it is the skirt then.” I said as more of a question than statement. “There is another option.” Allie said looking from me to Leslie before continuing on. “The shorts with panties and one of Leslie’s maxi pads.” “What?” Leslie and I said at the same time. “Listen, mom said that yesterday during the day, as long as you focused on it you could stop peeing and make it the bathroom with just a small spurt in your pullup right?” Allie responded. “Yes. Or at least during the first part of the day.” I answered her. “Okay… so…. Leslie wears a pretty thick pad for some reason. That would catch the spurt if it happened, and you could make it the bathroom.” Allie looked from me to Leslie to back to me. Leslie was red faced again. “I wear what my mom buys for me and for some reason she buys those. I can’t believe you are telling Mik… I am sorry Cindy about my maxi pads. And how do you know I even have one with me she could borrow?” “Trust me. If anything, I am helping you with her by talking about them.” Allie laughed. “And I know because our cycles are pretty much in sync.” While Leslie and I were both pretty embarrassed right now, Allie was right. For some reason I liked knowing that Leslie was wearing a thick pad between her legs right now. I smiled at her, and she immediately looked down but then up at me again and returned the smile. Allie ripped open the package of new panties that Christine had sent over and handed me the pink pair. I watched Leslie move over to her bag and reached in and pulled out maxi pad and handed it to me. I picked up the shorts and took them all out of Allie’s bed room and into the hall bath. I slid the pullup off and started to put the panties on but decided to try and pee really quick so I sat on the toilet and was able to squeeze some out. After a quick wipe I pulled the panties on and then opened the maxi pad and put it in place. The panties fit tightly, and the maxi pad definitely was larger than Allies and felt good. In fact, it might have been bulkier between my thighs than the pullup. I pulled the shorts on, and they fit fine. Walking back to Allie’s room I liked how everything felt. Allie was holding the purple bra in her hand and gave it to me as soon as I walked in. Leslie smiled at me with a very flirtatious smile, and I could tell she was happy that I choose to wear a bra. I am not sure why, but I felt like I should change into it with my back to Allie and Leslie. I turned and pulled my night gown off and draped it over the chair at Allie’s desk. I hooked the back in front of and quickly spun it around and slipped my shoulders through the straps. Allie handed me the forms and when I sat them in the cups, the straps pulled lightly into my shoulder, and I appreciated that feeling again. I dropped the shirt over my head and turned around. “Nice boobs, Sissy.” Allie laughed. “Cute outfit and I agree, nice boobs. And I am back to being the person with the smallest boobs in the room.” Leslie smiled as she said but you could tell her breast size bothered her. “Yea, but you have the best curves in other places.” I told her. “He… she is right… you have a great butt!” Allie told her. For the next thirty minutes Allie and Leslie played with my hair, did some makeup for me, again light mascara, a little eyeshadow and a pink lip gloss was all they did. Not nearly as detailed as when Christine had done all of ours. They also talked me into painting my nails, both my toe and finger nails pink. I was surprised at how much I liked how they looked. We hadn’t asked mom about this so I hoped she would be okay with it. Allie had suggested that it was better to ask for forgiveness than to beg for permission. Looking in the full-length mirror on the closet door I loved the girl that I saw. Allie complemented me and said I was very pretty. Leslie told me I was beautiful and the way she looked at me made me think she really thought that. “What about shoes? Do I need them? I hate to cover my toes up.” I asked. “Jesus… what a girl!” Allie smiled. “I will go ask mom if you can where the sandals you wore the other day. I think she was able to clean your pee off of them. You two love birds behave yourself while I am gone.” As soon as Allie was out of the room Leslie said. “I am sorry about that. I don’t understand her sometimes. I was proud of how you stood up to earlier when she was teasing me. The thing is she would also give you the shirt off her back to help you and can be so sweet sometimes.” “I know. A couple days ago I overheard my mom and Brian talking about me and it really upset me. Allie was hugging me and protecting me and told Mom what happened.” “Exactly.” Leslie smiled. “I think she is actually way more insecure than she lets on.” I said. “Why is she insecure? She is beautiful, she is smart, she has great boobs!” Leslie laughed as she said boobs. I laughed also. “I think it has to do with our dad abandoning us. Honestly, I think that is why… I… well I am the way I am.” “What way are you?” Allie walked in holding the shoes. “Mom wants to see you before Scott gets here.” I took the shoes from her and strapped them on while ignoring Allies’ question. I got up and looked in the mirror again and then went downstairs to my mom who was playing on the floor with Jenny. She looked up as I walked towards her and smiled broadly. “Wow… you are beautiful. Allie told you looked great, and I wanted to see for myself.” Mom stood up and came over and hugged me. “Are you ready for this?” “I think so… don’t really have a choice I don’t think. Hopefully with Allie and Leslie’s help it won’t be too bad.” I said but I wasn’t really sure with my answer. “I think it will be okay… just….” The door bell rang before you could finish. Hearing the doorbell ring I panicked. I looked at mom and then turned and ran upstairs. Allie and Leslie were standing at the top of the stairs, and I ran right past them before they could say anything. Just like yesterday for some reason I ran into Allie’s room. This time though I locked her door behind me

Being an adult baby, it’s sometimes very lonely because I don’t have too many friends to socialize.

It’s a start of diaper rash use diaper rash cream and then diaper up and good to go apply diaper rash cream at every diaper change to properly treat it

Nine Memo to all employees: We like to take the occasional moment to shine a spotlight on members of our staff that we feel have gone above and beyond in their work. And this week, we’d like to shine a spotlight on Ava Barton, Assistant to our VP of Product Development, Neve Beaufort. “Ava is an absolute dream of an employee,” Neve says. “She manages to exceed my expectations every day. In fact, just yesterday, she managed to exceed my expectations two or three times within a single hour.” — “There’s a few ways we can check his diaper,” Ms. Heller said. I wondered if she was talking directly to Lyndie, or if she would’ve said this regardless. “For one, sometimes a baby will just let you know that it’s time for a change.” “That’s not as exciting,” Lyndie mused aloud from her seat. “I don’t necessarily mean that he’s going to walk up to me and tell me he needs his diaper changed,” Ms. Heller replied, sounding like a teacher. “Sometimes the communication is more subtle. Maybe he’s being antsy. Maybe you can tell that he wants to ask something, but he can’t quite find the words.” It didn’t seem likely that she was talking about her direct experience with me, seeing as how we had only been playing this game for less than a week now. But I wondered if this was her experience with her last baby, Hillary. “If you’re feeling brave,” Ms. Heller continued, “you could always just stick your nose up to his bottom and take a whiff. You might not catch every soggy diaper, but if there’s something else in there, well, you’ll know it.” Lyndie giggled behind her hand. “Do you think that would actually happen? Him…pooping his pants?” Ms. Heller smiled mischievously. “Oh, he didn’t tell you about the other day?” “Oh my god,” Lyndie said, giggling again. “No, he did not!” “Perhaps I’ve said too much,” Ms. Heller said to me. “I sure hope you can trust her with these secrets.” “Uhm, me too.” “You can also tell just by looking at a diaper,” Ms. Heller continued. “Even a damp bottom has a way of revealing itself. Mr. Ashburn, if you’d be so kind as to remove your pants for us?” I was ashamed to say that both women had seen me in a diaper with my pants pulled down before. Yet both at once still felt like way too much. “Clark?” Ms. Heller said again, noting the delay in my response. “Y-yes, sorry.” Of course I was going to pull my pants down regardless of how I felt about it. She had that sort of pull over me already. I quickly unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. With a hand on either side of the waist of my slacks, I pushed them down to my knees. “A-ha,” Ms. Heller said, patting the back of my diaper. “Do you see? Wet. You can tell just by looking at it.” “I, uhm, might have seen this before,” Lyndie said. “Oh? He showed you his diaper, did he? I have to admit, I didn’t think he would do something like that.” “In his defense,” Lyndie said, “once I caught a whiff of his powdered ass, I didn’t really give him a choice.” “A woman after my own heart,” Ms. Heller said. “I might have use for someone like you.” Lyndie’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?” “Perhaps. We’ll have to see if Clark takes my job offer.” Lyndie’s curious eyes wandered back towards me. I felt like an asshole for not mentioning it sooner, even if I wasn’t completely sure why I hadn’t. “Well I’m interested,” Lyndie said. “Keep me in mind for whatever you need.” “I shall. And as for this baby-boy here, it’d probably be for the best if he got his diaper changed.” “I guess we should go back to your office?” I asked. “I bet we could do it right here,” Ms. Heller said, looking around our small room. “Do you have a fresh diaper, or do I need to get one from my office?” I nervously glanced towards Lyndie’s smiling face before answering–I just knew that she was dying to hear my answer as well. “I…have some things in my bag, yes.” I waddled back to the table that Lyndie and I shared as a desk, pants still around my thighs, and pulled out my messenger bag. First I pulled out the diaper–one of the extras that Ms. Heller had given me the day before. I was tempted to leave it at that, and just say that was all I had. But there was more in my bag, and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to show Ms. Heller what else I had brought along with me. Next came the package of baby wipes I had stowed away in my bag. I plopped them onto the table next to the diaper. Again, I paused, contemplating if that was all I wanted to show them or not. “Is there more?” asked Ms. Heller. Of course she knew. I sighed and reached into the bag again, drawing out the pacifier. Not my new orange one–that was at home still. This was the one she had given to me. But that wasn’t all that I had, though this last item was the one I was most nervous to reveal. “Go on,” Ms. Heller said. “What else did you bring in your diaper bag?” The words ‘diaper bag’ hit harder than I thought they would’ve. I had laughed at myself in the past for carrying around a messenger bag with me to my internship. As if I had things to take to and from the office. And now that I did have something to carry around with me–it was just my diapers. I pulled the white bottle of baby powder out from the bag. Both women laughed. “You’ve thought of everything, I see,” Ms. Heller said. “Including the desire to smell like a baby,” added Lyndie. “Now, now,” said Ms. Heller. “Baby powder is a very important part of the diaper change, regardless of how it smells. Especially for bigger babies like Clark here. Could you even imagine having to sit at a desk all day while suffering from diaper rash? We just want to be safe.” Lyndie nodded, but wasn’t ready to back down from her point: “But the scent…” “Yes,” Ms. Heller said with a laugh. “Big babies do like being reminded how little they are. Nothing does that quite as well as having the scent of baby powder following them around.” I cleared my throat, my attempt at subtly reminding them that I was still here. “Right,” Ms. Heller said. “Let’s get this baby changed. Lyndie, be a dear and clear off your table for us?” “Yes, ma’am.” It was almost amusing to hear Lyndie swallow her anti-establishment tone for the sake of Ms. Heller. Either she had been all talk, or there was really something about Gabrielle Heller that had commanded Lyndie’s respect. The latter certainly made sense. Lyndie did as she was asked, quickly closing up her laptop and sweeping aside the documents, newspapers and coffee cups that occupied our workspace. “Why don’t you hop up there, baby?” asked Ms. Heller. I briefly considered the logistics of climbing atop the table and whether or not it would support my weight. But I had stubbed my toes against the heavy metal legs enough times to be sure that this beast of a table was more than suitable to support a diaper change–regardless of the size of the baby. I kicked my shoes off and shimmied the rest of the way out of my pants, leaving them on the floor as I stepped up, first, onto my chair and then onto the table. I slowly eased myself down onto my back. “He’s very obedient,” Ms. Heller said. “This may be the thing I like about him the most.” “Maybe it’s your position?” Lyndie asked. “How so?” “I mean…maybe more people than you think would be compliant if their company’s CEO told them to put a diaper on.” “Would you put a diaper on, if I asked you to?” Ms. Heller asked her. Lyndie thought about it for a moment and shook her head, laughing. “No, probably not. I’d just quit.” “There you go,” Ms. Heller said. “Besides I have given Clark here many opportunities to walk away, and yet he keeps coming back. In fact, if he were to say to me right here, and right now, that he didn’t want to wear diapers, I’d accept that. I’d turn around and walk right out that door without another word.” Both women paused, staring down at me, as if waiting to see if I’d say anything. I had nothing to say. “And if he didn’t want to have his diaper changed in here, in front of his coworker, he could simply say that to me.” Again, they stared at me. I sighed. I knew what I had to say if I wanted this humiliation to end. But I said nothing. Ms. Heller stepped closer, flashing me a smug smile. Reaching down, she tore at the tapes that bound the diaper together. I would never not find that sound to be humiliating–the sound of the tapes being pulled from their tight grip was so loud. I wondered how far away from this room the sound could be heard. I just imagined some woman sitting at her desk, drinking some coffee and suddenly recognizing the tell-tale sound of a diaper being opened. “Have you ever changed a diaper before?” she asked Lyndie. Lyndie shook her head. “I suppose you find diapers–and actual babies–icky, don’t you?” Lyndie laughed and nodded. “I’m not sure that I’d use the word ‘icky,’ but…children really aren’t my thing.” “Understandable,” Ms. Heller said, picking up the package of baby wipes and opening them up. “They’re all sticky hands and chaos. But I find babies of this size to be much better.” “You’re still dealing with diapers, though.” Ms. Heller shrugged as she opened my diaper, revealing my shriveled cock and the soaked interior padding of the diaper. “You may find this hard to believe, but a diaper change is quite possibly one of the most intimate experiences two people can share. For our baby, Clark, it’s about exposure and vulnerability. Take diapers out of the equation for a moment, and you still have a young man lying on this table with his manhood–for lack of a better word–exposed.” She playfully lifted my legs into the air, lightly slapping my ass cheeks. “Here’s his ass. It would be too hard to look right up the baby's back door if you really wanted to. That’s quite exposing. What a vulnerable state to have to be in with other people present. And that’s without mentioning the diapers. Or the things he’d be doing in that diaper, that are just as much on display.” Ms. Heller, still holding my legs up in the air, tugged the wet diaper out from underneath me, setting it aside. She drew a wipe from the package, carefully unfolding it into her hand before running down my inner thighs and between my legs. “And likewise. He needs to trust me to take care of him. He needs to know that whatever dreadful mess he’s made, I can take care of it. I’ll clean him. I’ll make him feel safe. And, if he’s a good boy, I’ll reward him.” She wasn’t just talking to Lyndie. She was talking to me. “But the other thing to consider,” Ms. Heller said, “is that hand-soap is very much a thing that exists. You will never encounter a mess so bad that you can’t just wash your hands after.” The damp cloth was worked around my flaccid cock and another was run down my ass. Not because she thought it needed to be cleaned, I suspected, but because she enjoyed doing it. Or…because she knew I enjoyed the feeling of it. “I feel like you’re trying to convince me to start changing diapers,” Lyndie said. Ms. Heller shrugged. “We could always use a hand.” “We?” asked Lyndie. No doubt, she was still thinking about the conversation we were having before Ms. Heller dropped by. The secret baby cult. Ms. Heller smiled. “There may be an opportunity available for an open-minded young woman. Think about it.” Turning her attention back to me: “Now then. Let’s get you into a fresh new diaper.” A new diaper didn’t just appear in her hand. It was handed to her by Lyndie. Maybe it was nothing, or just a small polite gesture. Maybe it was a show of interest on Lyndie’s part. If it was the latter, I’m sure it wasn’t lost on Ms. Heller. The new diaper was unfolded and laid flat on the table underneath me before being slid into place. Only then were my legs lowered back down, reminding me of how malleable I was in her hands. Her baby. “Are you doing okay, Baby?” she cooed. “Yes,” I said. Ms. Heller laughed and shook her head, though I could find no immediate reason for her to find that exchange so comical. “So you can’t call me Mommy when Miss Lyndie is here?” Never one to skip an opportunity to laugh at my expense, Lyndie immediately giggled. “Yes…Mommy,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn as they, no doubt, turned a vibrant shade of crimson. “I suggest you get used to addressing me as such, company or not, when you know it's appropriate.” “How will I know when it’s appropriate?” I asked. “I’d say that during a diaper change, regardless of who is watching, is a good start,” Ms. Heller said, grinning. “But you’re a smart baby. I think you’ll figure it out.” Lyndie handed the bottle of baby powder to Ms. Heller. It wasn’t even asked for. Had I missed some signal or communication? Telepathy? Would Ms. Heller have skipped the powder if it wasn’t handed to her? They were questions that didn’t really matter now. This was happening. I’d smell like a baby for the rest of the day once more. A few hearty shakes later and the new diaper was fastened around me, taped tightly in place. With a playful smack to the diaper, it was done. I was as good as new. “Now then,” Ms. Heller said. “I trust you know how to put your own pants on?” She checked her watch. “I’m running late for a meeting, it seems.” I wondered if people ever remarked on her own baby-scented aura as she walked through these halls or while joining meetings late. Surely, she was carrying around some residual traces of baby powder. Was it her position that helped her skirt gossip and speculation? Or…was it that anyone in a position of speculation was already well aware of what she was doing in her free moments? “I trust you’ll come see me later if your diaper needs changing?” she asked me. “Yes,” I said, nodding. Remembering the conversation we just had, I quickly tried it again: “Yes, Mommy.” “Good boy. I’ll be seeing you. And you, Miss Lyndie. It was a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise. I hope that we get to see each other again?” “I’m sure we will.” As quickly as she had first entered The Closet, she exited–just a blur heading right out the door and into the sea of cubicles again. For a few minutes, a silence hung in the air. It didn’t seem particularly awkward. More like there just wasn’t that much to say. I swung myself around to the end of the table, sliding off it as my fresh diaper crinkled the whole way. Back on my feet again, I pulled my pants up and over the diaper. Lyndie watched me the entire time, looking incredibly entertained. “Well there you go,” I finally offered, breaking the silence. “You got to see that in action.” She closed her eyes and exhaled, shaking her head. “I take back everything I’ve ever said about the corporate world. It’s so much better than I thought.” “I’m not sure Ms. Heller is indicative of all executives.” “No, but… Damn, I just want to be her, you know? That power. That control over a room.” “So happy I could introduce you two.” I had a thought that I had been working on since Ms. Heller walked out the door. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea yet or not, but I felt like I needed to throw it out there and see what happened. “Hey. Are you…doing anything tonight?” She smiled. “I’ve never been asked out by a baby before.” “I’m not asking you out,” I said. “I just…this has all been a lot. I don’t have a lot of friends, but maybe we could just go and get some dinner or something? I’m just not sure I want to be left alone with all this uncertainty.” I was impressed with how quickly she was able to wipe away her smug smile, replacing it with a more sincere one. “Yeah, let’s do that.” “Thank you.” “I don’t think I’ll be changing your diapers though.” “I…I don’t think you’ll have to do that.” But I could already feel a new round of discomfort in my bladder. Sooner or later, someone was going to have to change my diaper again.

Chapter 1. “So, you are probably wondering how the hell I got into this mess? Well it seemed like a good idea at the time but boy I had no idea how much it might backfire on me.” “What the hell do you mean it’s going to cost 25,000 dollars? Are you fucking nuts?” “John if you want gender reassignment surgery that’s about as cheap as it can be done for.” “But 25,000 is so much how do you expect me to come up with that in a week?” John asked his doctor. “I’m not sure kid. Your 22 have a fairly good job but your biggest problem is dwarfism. That’s why it’s costing more than normal just cause of your size.” “Doctor Nelson I know I’m small but I’m not that small.” John had always been sensitive about how small he was ever since he was young, but he didn’t want to show it not now. For now, his goal was to have his dream come true and become the women he wanted to be. “John you are barely 26 inches you can barely pass as a 2-year-old and you work for a bank helping people with their accounts. We have been over this for the last 3 years. Even with the hormone replacement therapy you did not grow at all. I’m not sure what else you want me to do.” “Please doc anything I want this more than anything else.” John begged. “John your insurance won’t pay for any of this anymore if you want it done you need to get the cash and your short on time.” Dr. Nelson was trying to be as nice as he could to John, he knew john wanted to be a woman badly and grow but Nelson knew at this rate that will never happen to John. “Please I need more than a week I’ll do anything.” John begged and pleaded to Dr. Nelson. “John I’m already seeing you today free of charge. As for the week I can’t do much about it if you stop taking the hormone’s now if could cause problems that’s why you have a week John.” Dr. Nelson hated to be this mean to John, but he didn’t have much of a choice John had taken too long to want it done and been too scared and now Insurance said it must stop. “Dr. Nelson please I want to be happy I want a new life. I want to be happy and be who I truly am.” John broke down crying. “Please.” John knew it was his own fault, but he had been so scared and so alone he had no idea what to do. John was having thoughts of ways to get the money he needed, and he knew if he did them it would be a big risk, but he had no choice anymore he was out of time. He couldn’t count on his family they had all disowned him and left him when he started treatment to become a woman. He was all alone and he knew it. “John, I care deeply for you I want you to know that I know you have had a hard life but your out of options now. Dr. Nelson thought for a moment before he finished. “If you do find a way to get the money, I will do the operation and I will do something that breaks a lot of doctor codes.” John was worried now just what did his doctor have in mind to help him. “Cause of how small you are I will ask someone to help me get you a new identity if you want. Meaning once the operation is done you will have a new name new everything but that’s up to you. I will save you time and money but it’s only if you can get the money in the next week.” Dr. Nelson had a good idea of what John what thinking right now, and he was hoping if the kid did do it, he could get away with it. John had an idea, but he would have to be quick if he got caught, he would go to jail, and he would not last long in jail at his height. John was going to take the money from his job. He would have to do it quick and wire himself the money and get the operation done before his job knew. He would then need to disappear. “Fine I’ll have the money for you in a few days. Are you sure you can get me a new identity?” John knew if he couldn’t he was screwed. “Sounds like a plan. Have you told anyone about the name you picked Amelia?” “No one knows but you Dr.” John answered. “Good keep it that way. Now I wish you the best of luck.” Dr. Nelson watched as John left. Dr. Nelson picks up the phone and calls his friend. “I’m going to need your help I got a real sad case and I know this kid is doing to do something dumb.” Nelson said. “How dumb are we talking?” the other person on the phone said. “I have a feeling the kid is going to steal the money. The problem is of how small he is, it won’t be hard to find him.” “Ok so I’m guessing this one is going to be a lot harder than the last one a few years back?” “Yeah I’m also going to put in the record it was plastic surgery so that way he will have a better chance at his new life.” Nelson said. “So, what kind of work I need to do?” “Well once he gets the money, he wants to become a woman so I’m going to do that and lie on is records and give her a chance at a new life.” “Ok girl identity got you. Send me his info and I’ll get started on our new girl.” Nelson hung up his phone knowing the money John is getting will only cover his new Identity but he wasn’t going to tell the kid that he was going to do this one out of the goodness of his heart he really felt for the kid. He just hoped the kid would be ok the next few days. John left the Doctors office with an idea and he knew he had to do it tomorrow. After that he had 2 weeks off to disappear. John walked back to his one room apartment opening the door before locking it behind him and falling to the floor crying. “Why did I have to wait so long…” He cried into his arms.” I should have got it done when I had the chance now, I’m left to this.” John looked at his him and saw the cuts and scars on them. This was his chance to be happy he didn’t care how he wanted happiness he knew it was wrong what he was going to do but it was life or death to him. John sat in front of the door for hours before getting up and going to the bathroom then heading to bed dreading what would come tomorrow. John laid in bed knowing if he messed up even a bit, he would die in jail he knew tomorrow had to be perfect. John woke up the next morning dreading the day and what was to happen. He got in the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. “Today will be my last day here, can’t say I’m going to miss the place at least I don’t have anything here I care for.” John turned off the water and got out of the shower being heading to his room to get dressed. He was sick of having to dress up in kid’s clothes but at his size he had no choice and he hated it. John finished getting dressed before grabbing a snack bar and walking to his door. “I’ll can’t say I’ll miss you but thanks for taking care of me the last few years.” John opened the front door before walking though and closing it behind him locking the door then sliding it under the door knowing he won’t be coming back. It felt like a long walk to work for him, longer then it normally was. He could see office building a few blocks away and he was scared to death. John walked in the front door and was greeted as always before he headed up to accounting to where he had worked for the last 3 years. As normal for John no one said hi to him or anything as he made his way to his floor, to him now that was a good thing at least he felt a little better. John sat down at his desk and began his task wiring himself enough money to do what he needed. John had been working at it now for an hour making sure it would take them a while to find what he did he hoped. Now he just had to do minor work tell lunch then get out as quick as he could. John couldn’t help but watch the clock as time slowly ticked by for him, after what seemed like hours it was finally lunch time he made sure to lock his pc so it would take longer and slowly made his way down to the first floor and out of the building before heading the 5 blocks to his bank. As always, he got carded by the teller thinking he was just kid, but he didn’t care at this moment he had to get his money and jet. “Ok sir how would you like your money?” “100’s if possible and quickly if you can please, I need to get back to the car lot.” He lied hoping she might go faster and that she might by it She counts the money in front him before handing him a small bad with the bills that he slips inside his work case he has making sure no one see it. “Thank you.” John says. “Have a great day sir.” “I will miss thanks again.” John couldn’t get out of there fast enough now that he had the money, he had to move quick. He ran the 3 miles to his doctor’s office hoping he was in. “Hello is Dr. Nelson in?” John asked. “Oh, wow hi again John, yes he’s in and he’s free I’ll let him know you’re here.” Nelson secretary said. “Wow he’s works quick I didn’t think he would do it this soon. You can send him back to me and I’ll get him set. Page the nurses.” Dr. Nelson said to his secretary. John walked back to Nelson office and saw him sitting at his desk again. “Ok’ I got the money in cash will that work?” John hoped the answer was yes if not he was screwed now. “Yes, John that will work. Are you sure you want this?” Nelson knew he did but he still felt like he should ask. “Yes, please I’m ready I want this done and quickly.” John had to hurry he had no idea how long it might be before his work found out what he had done. “Ok let’s see the money then I’ll take you back to get ready.” Nelson said. John opened his work case and pulled out the bag inside before pulling out a stack of bills for the doctor. “Ok john let’s head back.” Nelson trusted john enough not to worry about it all being there he knew if he didn’t help john the odds of john killing himself were almost 100 percent and he couldn’t live with that he wanted john to be happy after seeing him for so long. John followed the doctor to a back room used for surgery and saw that there were already 4 nurses ready. “Ok john these nurses are going to get you ready while I get ready myself just do what they say ok?” “Yes sir.” John answered. “This way john please follow us.” John felt so small as he followed the tall nurses. They took him into a small bathroom with a tub. “Ok john we are going to remove your body hair and then make sure you are fully clean. Sound good hun?” “Yes ma’am” John answered. “Ok baby this might sting a bit.” The nurses quickly had him naked as he tried to cover himself. John never did have much hair so he knew this wouldn’t be too bad. The nurses quickly applied a cream over his body then sat back and waited 10 minutes. To john it didn’t hurt really at all or even burn him, but he was happy about that. “Ok hun my name is Amanda I’m going to pick you up and put you in the bath already sweetie?” John was not a fan of baby talk but at the same time he was used to it after years of people doing it to him. “Ok.” Amanda picked John up and carried him over to the bathtub before her and the other nurses started cleaning him from head to toe. The whole cleaning took about 20 minutes, but he could swear he was cleaner than he had ever been. “Ok follow us back to the operating room dear.” Amanda says to John. John followed the nurses back to the room where he saw Dr. Nelson waiting for him. “Are you ready for this. This is your last chance to back out.” Nelson says to John. “I’m ready let’s do this please.” John said politely. “Ok help him up on the table and strap him down.” The nurses picked John up and strapping him down to the table making sure to place his small legs in the stirrups. “Last chance John.” Amanda says while Nelson is getting his tools ready. “It’s ok Amanda I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” John said. “Ok dear I hope you can be happy now.” Amanda grabs the I.V and slowly puts it in Johns arm and watch’s him as he starts to get sleepy before he is fully asleep. “Ok remember what was said right?” Nelson asked. “Yep if anyone ask’s John was not here today and hasn’t been since yesterday.” Amanda said as the rest of the nurses nodded. “Thank I really owe you for this.” Nelson says “Any time this little guy. Soon to be little girl has earned it for what she has been though. Does she know everything you’re going to do?” Amanda asked. “No, I just told her I was going to make her a woman I kept the rest secret knowing it would be needed if he did what I think he did today.” “He stole that from his work didn’t yet.” Amanda asked “Yep I think so. So, we are not only making him a woman but changing his voice and doing a few minor body changes so if anyone where to look she will look 100% like a girl born and raised.” Dr. Nelson said. “Smart this little angel wouldn’t last 1 minute in jail.” One of his other nurses said. “Well let’s get to work I’ll work below Amanda you work on his voice; the rest please assist where needed.” Nelson said. “Yes sir.” All 4 women said at once. Dr. Nelson had to get his smallest tools for this he had never worked on someone with dwarfism before and this was a first for him. It took almost 4 hours for him to do it, but Johns penis was gone now for good and if anyone looked, he would look like a girl. The only thing John would not have is a womb if anyone looked. “Ok I’m almost done here Amanda how are you.” “Well I got the voice fixed and did some minor facial changes.” Amanda answered. “Ok let’s take a good look over and make sure everything looks great. Dr Nelson looked John soon to be Amelia over and was amazed at how good a job they had done. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say she looks no older then 3 or 4. You did an amazing job on her face and made such small cuts that it should heal quickly.” Dr. Nelson said. “You did tell your friend how old she is to be right?” Amanda asked. “Yeah I told him 22-year-old girl with dwarfism. I also told him to make her either a bit younger or older to make it believe able.” Dr Nelson said. “Well we need to get her moved somewhere to heal for a bit before we get her set up for a week to finish healing.” Amanda said. “Let’s put her in the recovery room we have for kids for now. In case anyone comes by.” Nelson said. Amelia woke up after being asleep for over a week to heal and she can say she felt sore still. “Hello?’ Amelia jumped a bit at the sound of her voice she sounded like a little girl perfectly. Amanda heard Amelia and walked into the room. “Well hello sweetie how are we feeling?” “Sore and why is my voice so high?” Amelia asked. “We did that so no matter what you would pass a girl. And yes, everything went well your 100% girl now hun.” Amanda said seeing how big Amelia’s smile was. “On paper right now, your name is Amelia and you came in here to get facial reconstruction from a car crash. “Oh. Has anyone looked for me?” Amelia asked. “Yes about 2 days ago and we told them you got pissed at Dr. Nelson the day before and said u were leaving town.” Amanda answered. “Thank I owe you all.” Amelia wanted to cry at all they had done for her. “Hun it’s fine we just want to see you happy.” Amanda reached down and gently hugged Amelia careful not to hurt her. “You will be here a few more days before you get your new identity. The day you get that Dr. Nelson is going to give you some money and have someone give you a ride out of the state after that it’s up to you where you go.” Amanda said while still hugging Amelia. “Get some rest ok hun you need to recover more before you can go.” Amanda whispered in Amelia’s ear. Amanda walked over and put some pain killers in Amelia’s I.V and watched as the small girl fell back asleep. Amanda walked back to Dr. Nelson’s office. “She woke up sore I gave her some pain killers and something to help her sleep too.” Amanda said. “Good let’s keep her asleep as much as possible so she can heal. I have everything right now set up and my friend says he will give her, her new Identity once she gets to her new state.” Nelson said. “Where is she going anyways?” Amanda asked. “California the north part of it. After that where she goes is up to her. I plan on giving her 1,000 dollars to start off with and a prepaid credit card with 3,000 dollars for a place to stay for a bit.” “It’s nice you care so much for her.” Amanda said as she saw him think for a minute. “I’ve learned a lot about John as a person for the last few years and after hearing about his live no one should live like that even someone his size. I feel like his family were monsters to him and I guess I just felt really sorry for him.” “Well he finally has his dream. And boy is she an adorable girl now.” Amanda says. “Thanks for all the help with this. You and the rest everyone helped a lot. “After seeing John for 3 years we all wanted to help him, and you gave us the chance.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank again I mean it.” Nelson said. “It’s fine let’s get back to work though we got a lot to do.” Before Amelia knew it, she was awake again and it was time for her to leave to her new home. “Thanks for the help everyone.” Amelia said to the nurses and Nelson who were in her room ready to see her off. Amanda had Amelia a bag and a backpack her size in normal colors. “These have new clothes for you to wear and I made sure to get the most adult looking ones too sweetie.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank you for the clothes Amanda.” Amelia smiled back and hugged Amanda. “I got something for you too Amelia. Dr. Nelson hands Amelia a small purse that looks like something a little girl would have. “It has some cash and a card to use for a place to stay. And because it looks like it’s something for a little girl no one will think anything of it.” Nelson smiled. “Thank you all I mean it.” Amelia said from the bottom of her heart. “It’s ok hun now let’s get you going, you have a new home to get to.” Everyone followed behind Amelia to the front door where a car with a trust friend of Nelson’s waited. Amanda then Nelson then the rest of the nurses all gave Amelia a hug. “Take care Amelia we wish you the best.” Amanda kisses Amelia on the head before Amelia gets in the car and shuts the door. Amelia rolls down the window and waves. “Thanks again I owe you.” Amelia says as the car starts to drive off away from everyone waving. “I’m going to miss her.” Amanda said crying into Nelson shoulder. “It’s ok I will to, but I will make sure to try and keep tabs on her to make sure she does ok.” “Thank I worry about her.” Amanda says sobbing now. “I do too I just hope she can live a happy life now. Amanda saw the car going out of sight tell she could no longer see it and sobbed more into Nelson shoulder.

Hey guys! I just wanted to see if anyone had any tips for Littles who don't have a caregiver (like me ^^) This is NOT a personal ad or anything, just wanted to see if there were any tips or tricks that y'all may have that could help someone get through the day Me personally, I have pretty bad anxiety So when I know I have to leave the house, I make sure I: 1)Start my day with cartoons (Handy Manny, Doc McStuffins,etc.) 2) Keep a paci in my pocket, just in case Who knows, maybe we can help each other out with tips and tricks that we may not have thought of before Have a good day and stay safe, girls, boys and joys!^^

Hey guys! Been gone for awhile, decided to try and get back on here since it makes me feel happy ? Anyway, wanted to break the ice ^^ Any favorite cartoons? My more recent favorites are Gravity Falls, Craig of the Creek and Owl House ^^

What are your favorite abdl related podcasts?

I posit that most of us start off as something other than DL or AB. Over time you slowly move from one category to another. I started off as just incontinent then as I became aware of more and more products moved to DL. It didn't take very long to move to AB as I started using more and more baby products like sleepers and onesies. Soon it included pacifiers and bottles. Diaper prints followed shortly thereafter. Still use mainly medical white diapers as they are more economical than the printed diapers.

That's right. Just urinate in your diaper!

I like having baby/toddler toys. I have a full nursery and playroom but if you can’t do that, maybe just have a box of baby toys at home you can bring out and play with when you can be little.

Many thanks for your feedback, that’s fantastic. There’s some interesting ideas which I will certainly incorporate into future chapters. More coming soon - Will’s going to be in trouble for sure!

My big bwother Bribri ish always so sweet an patient with his baby sis<3 wishies you a good meowning<3 wuv chu<3❤️

Oh that sounds like a super cute and spoopy Halloween diaper!

"And is it any wonder after the many accidents you had." Mary said, but it was just Kayla's conscience talking to her. Even when getting yelled at the bear kept on going. "Look at you not so high and mighty now, you can't even get off without your mommy to help you."

For me, I don't have any control of my bladder and whatever bladder control I have left is slowly going away as I get older and older. That's due to my incontinence medical condition and my Incontinence is getting worse as I get older and older. It's why headspace for me is knowing I am always an adult baby and knowing I am always gona be kept in diapers and even knowing that I will never master potty training no matter how hard I try. It's why for me I know I am an adult baby and whenever I am around adults, big kids and grown ups. I don't ever act, behave or dress like a grown up, big kid or adult. I act, dress, behave more like an adult baby because to adults, big kids and grown ups, I'm not potty trained and I haven't mastered potty training. As a result, I can't even call myself an adult, big kid or grown up anymore because I failed potty training. Failing potty training means I am not allowed to be an adult, big kid or grown up anymore. Instead I am kept as an adult baby and kept in diapers. It's also why being an adult baby, I know I am never gona be potty trained ever again and know that I am always gona be kept in diapers and be treated more like an adult baby than a grown up, big kid or even an adult. It's also why as an adult baby, I am not ashamed of being an adult baby and being kept in diapers. Even knowing that I am not ashamed that I failed miserably to be potty trained.

Cuddle level.. Low..... Need..... Kitten hugs....

Rearz mermaid.

Tykables overnight! First time using a Abdl nappy/diaper for me!

Kayla woke up stretching she needed to use the bathroom but she knew her mommy wasn’t going to let her so she laid there just fighting it for a minute and finally she let go flooding her diaper.. “I hate that.” She said to Mary looking enviously at Mary’s pull up knowing she may never see one of those again on her. Skylar’s going to keep me in diapers! She thought to herself..

Hmm...some of my favorite cartoons that I still watch today.... the original powerpuff girls, daria, cow and chicken, old school looney tunes, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, Gravity Falls, pirates of dark water, and from when I was a kid- the original thunder cats, she ra, he man. and a crap ton of anime. sooo much anime.

I love it! Do you ever get in a headspace where bladder control just seems impossibly difficult? For me, more and more bladder control is an elusive skill. I don’t know how to read Japanese, or shoot a 3 point basket, or control when and where I go to the bathroom. Things that other humans do that are beyond me. Even as I typed this reply, I felt a few squirts of pee hit my diaper, and I just think it is what it is!

Hey guys, I’m working on role reversal stories. I have created a Patreon where this story is already finished, but I will be posting more chapters in here. What other scenarios you’d like to see? Let me know so that I can add them to the list. Get access to all Evelyn’s Regression chapters, From Fatherhood to Babyhood, and more, including some Patreon exclusives. My Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/LittlerWriter?fan_landing=true If you join, I will be adding new stories weekly and you can even tell me if you want me to continue with Evelyn’s regression or you prefer something new! Also, sorry for posting the same chapter twice lol Now two chapters as a treat! Chapter Seven "Okay, let's try again," said Hailee, sitting in the bed with Evelyn in her lap, "We didn't really get to the rules, did we?" Evelyn shook her head. "Well, obviously, the first rule is that you will call me mommy. No matter who is around or where we are at. Understood?" "But, what about at..." Evelyn wanted to protest, but Hailee shut her up. "No matter who is around. I know you are a small, little baby, but it shouldn't be too difficult to understand that. Now, do you understand?" Evelyn nodded. "I want you to use your word." "I understand, mommy," said Evelyn, burying her face against her daughter's perfect breasts. "There, there, look, I'm doing this because I love you, mom, though I think calling you mom at this point will feel weird. So, you'll be baby Evy or baby Evelyn if you misbehaved," She said, holding her mother close to her, wondering how far she could push her into her new babyhood. When Evelyn was feeling more comfortable, she continued. "The next rule is a bit tough but important. You are not allowed to go to the bathroom as long as you are home. You will go to work like normal, for now. But once you come back is diapers, onesies, and everything I choose for you. Is that understood?" Evelyn was glad she didn't have to wear diapers outside her home, but the idea of not being able to go to the bathroom at all seemed too far. "What if I need to go potty for number two?" She said, surprising herself and Hailee with how babyish her answer was. Hailee smiled. "You already pooped yourself in your diaper. I think that's enough of an answer." Evelyn felt ashamed and pathetic again. She was about to turn 40. How could she be sitting in her daughter's lap, wearing only a diaper and a onesie, and listening to her many accidents? "The last two rules I do because I care about you. You are not allowed to go out again. From now on, you come straight home to be my baby. And the last rule, nor more drinking. I mean it." "But my birthday..." "Not buts. Babies only drink their mommy's milk, which at this moment is not possible, but soon." Soon, thought Evelyn, what did she mean for that? But before she could ask, Hailee stood up, carrying her with no problem, and took her down to the living room. She could not believe it. In her living room, where once was her favorite reclinable chair, now stood a big playpen filled with toys, dolls, and other babyish items. "What do you think?" "I...I..." "As I said before, there will be no more responsibilities for you. So, while mommy cleans, cooks, and works, you'll be in your playpen. I can even put on Encanto or Coco for you while you play. I know you like them." Evelyn felt like walking out, she wanted to stand up for herself, but she didn't. Her bladder let go, and she allowed her daughter to get her inside her new prison. Chapter Eight Evelyn watched Encanto first. She had to admit that she did enjoy the movie; then it was time for Coco, though before Hailee could put the other movie, she placed her hands on her mother's diaper. Wet already, but it could take a little more. "Ready for Coco?" She asked. Evelyn only nodded, accepting Hailee's offer of a coke-filled baby bottle. She was glad it wasn't just milk or something less tasty. She was given some chips to snack on while watching the movie, and then Hailee left her alone in her playpen again. In Evelyn's mind, if she could prove that she was a good girl, she could regain her mother's status in the house. But, to do so, she needed to stop having accidents and be on her best behavior. That shouldn't be too hard. She was an adult, after all. Time passed, and before she could think about it, the movie was at its climax. But that's when she felt a familiar sensation in her tummy, and it was a strong one. She tried to stand up and leave the playpen, but the bars were too tall for her, and her soggy diaper didn't help at all. The cold sweats started, and she knew if she didn't make it to the bathroom right away, she would have another accident, and she wanted to avoid that as much as possible. So, she climbed the playpen bars, using all of her strength to get out, which she almost did, but that's when Hailee got back into the room. "What do you think you are doing?" She asked with a severe tone. Evelyn didn't know what to say, but her body did. Once again, she let out a wet fart, followed by another one and another one. She felt herself beginning to cry, and she fell back inside her playpen. The fall was enough to let loose everything inside of her. The mushy and warm poo began feeling every part of her diaper, making her more uncomfortable as she cried her eyes out. When she had finished disgracing herself, her bladder released its contents. She was left in a poodle of her own making, hoping her diaper would hold. She cried. She cried like a baby would. She wanted to be clean and be done with it. "Mommy," she said in between sobs of despair, "Mommy." Hailee looked down at her mom, sitting on her own shit and crying like a real one-year-old. A part of her felt bad for what she was doing to her mother, but another one felt a strong urge to hold her until she felt safe. After all, a grownup woman wouldn't be crying because she messed her diaper, only a baby would, and her mother was only a baby now.

Even this place says am diaper royalty^^ UwU?

Agree! In fact I would go one step further and say part of potty training is a desire to stay dry. Even if someone mastered the ability to stay dry, if they aren’t happy about being potty trained and want to go back to wearing diapers, then they were not successfully potty trained. That’s just my opinion, but it’s a powerful and effective reframe and helps make the case for those of us who were able to control their bladder but feel they belong in diapers… we weren’t fully potty trained!

Corn dogs are always good. Always get the $3 sloppy joe's at the church building. That's about the cheapest thing at the fair. Also paid $10 for a pork fritter sandwich, but the breaded piece of pork is about the size of a small dinner plate! Fair food is really expensive but if you are going to eat there you have to realize it's going to cost you. Those fair food trucks spend all their lives going around the country to fairs and events, summers up north and winter months down south. You know it costs them plenty in fair fee's to set up for the week and that's how they make their living. With all the different places to choose at a fair, you have to have something people really want. I see those who don't with very few customers and they have to pay the rent.

Sam is finally carried off the plane. If she thought that would be the end of her bad time she was soon shown that there was a layer to the events that she hadn't been aware of. As Jess sits down with Sam in her lap she reveals what has led up to this point and hints at what might be coming in the future. (It should be noted that this is probably the second to last update for this story. The story was always intended to be predominantly about the flight itself.) --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam was finally carried off the aircraft. She was hit by a burst of warmth as she left the air conditioned plane for the tunnel that connected them to the airport. The small voice in the back of Sam’s head still held tight to the hope that as soon as they were in the airport they would separate. She clung on to Jess as they walked through to the terminal, her diaper was crinkling with every one of Jess’s steps. Sam was trying to hide her embarrassed face as much as possible but when she saw a bathroom to the side her eyes lit up. “Mmmm mmmm!” Sam mumbled through her pacifier. She reached out with her hands towards the bathroom desperately. Sam’s bladder felt like it was soon to burst but she could still avoid embarrassing herself if Jess just took her to the bathroom. She was practically in tears with her desperation but Jess just carried on walking. As the bathroom disappeared into the distance Sam dropped against Jess feeling defeated. “Just a little further and then we can sit down.” Jess said quietly as they headed towards immigration, “I’m sure you have some questions about everything.” Sam lifted her head. To say she had questions was an understatement, she just didn’t know what there was to explain. She just wanted Jess to put her down and hand over the bags so they could go their separate ways. Her bladder hurt but she was sure she could still make it to the nearest bathroom. Her limbs still felt weak and mostly out of her control and she didn’t dare trying to speak again, the babbling was humiliating in the extreme. “Ah, there’s a queue, come on we’ll sit down and let things clear up a little bit.” Jess said as she went to a nearby seating area. Jess sat down and put Sam on her lap so her diapered charge faced her whilst straddling her legs. She smiled as she felt the diaper underneath the jammies. The padding crinkled as it was pushed against the baby girl. Sam finally managed to make herself spit out the pacifier. She concentrated as hard as possible to formulate a thought and make it travel all the way down to her vocal cords and then out through her mouth without turning into babbling. It took a great deal of effort. “What… are you… doing?” Sam managed to force out. It felt so unnatural to speak adult words like that, her brain was trying to turn it all into babbling. “I suppose you were going to work out something was up sooner or later.” Jess said with a little chuckle, “I’m sure you’ve noticed things are a little strange.” “No shit.” Is what Sam would’ve said if she could muster the strength to do so. Instead she just looked up at Jess with worry. “It might be easier if you watch this.” Jess said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. Sam watched as Jess flicked through various options and found a file labelled “sam_daycare.mp4” which she clicked on. Sam’s mouth dropped open as the video started to play. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Imagine my surprise when my sister rings me up and tells me that she had an adult that looked just like a baby in her day care.” Jess said with a little giggle at the end, “As a psychologist getting interested in regression therapy it was like a gift from the gods. I’m sure you were put on this Earth for me to find you.” On the little phone screen Sam saw herself in the playpen. She could see her thick diapers under the purple romper she hated so much. She saw all the things that had haunted her nightmares since that day. Jess sped the video up and she saw all her listless playing, the feeding and the changing. Sam felt like ice water had been poured into veins. She had thought that embarrassing day had been consigned to history, to be forgotten forever. “I convinced her to send me the footage they captured on their internal security cams.” Jess continued as the video played, “I saw the way you were and I realised that all my hypotheses were correct.” Sam was squirming now as she listened to the story whilst simultaneously trying to concentrate on holding her bladder. It was a battle that was getting increasingly difficult to win. The video ended and Jess started to scroll through her phone’s files. “You probably don’t remember the next bit, eh?” Jess said as she tapped on a different video file. Sam watched the screen as a title card flashed up. “Regression Therapy as a tool of Rehabilitation and Reform. Subject: Sam Kay. Test One.” Sam gasped as the title disappeared and was replaced by a dark room. After a couple of seconds the fluorescent lights flickered to life and the door opened. The reason Sam was so shocked is because she was watching herself being led into the room by two young people in white coats and Jess herself! “Do you remember this?” Jess asked. Sam shook her head. She felt her bladder tense up again and she had to clench just that little bit harder to stop from wetting herself. “I thought not.” Jess chuckled, “With how effective the other triggers have been I assumed this one was as well.” Sam was sat in a chair. She couldn’t understand how she could be on the screen when she didn’t remember this at all. It was a surreal feeling and Sam almost felt like she was watching a television show starring herself since it didn’t seem like an event that had occurred to her. On the little screen Sam was sat in a chair as she filled out a few forms. She could see Jess talking to her but this video had poor audio and none of the words could be picked up. Eventually the people in the white coats left along with Jess who paused for a second just to look at the camera. Sam was left alone in the room staring at a wooden panel in front of her. After about half a minute when nothing seemed to happen Sam started looking around the room. It looked like she was about to get up when the panel in front of her opened revealing a television screen. “We knew you were having some money problems. We stopped you “randomly” as you left the campus one day and offered a few thousand dollars in return for a little of your time. We simply told you to watch the screen.” Jess said as the Sam on the screen sat back down, “We thought we had hidden the triggers completely but you must’ve sensed something was off.” Sam gasped again as she watched the little version of herself on the screen get up and back away from the chair. She turned and ran out of the camera’s range before being dragged back to the chair a few seconds later. This time she was strapped to the chair. Sam belatedly realised this was the nightmare she had experienced on the plane. She realised it wasn’t a nightmare at all but a flashback, her subconscious was trying to warn her! Sam felt control of her limbs and thoughts slowly returning as if the shock was resetting her mind. She watched as the Sam on the screen struggled against the bindings before slowly relaxing. It was hard to tell if she was being lulled into passivity by what was on the screen or if she was simply exhausted from trying to free herself. She didn’t remember any of this at all but apparently her subconscious did. “There isn’t much more to see.” Jess said as she fast-forwarded the video. “H-How long?” Sam choked out. Her brain’s fog was clearing but she was still struggling to form words. “How long were you in front of the screen?” Jess completed the question for Sam, “Six hours.” “Why?” Sam asked as panic threatened to overtake the entirety of her meagre frame. “Because you shouldn’t be an adult.” Jess said softly as she bounced Sam on her knee lightly and put her phone away, “Look at you. You should be a little baby and there is nothing you can say that can convince me otherwise. Look at the way you came running to me for help at the airport like a little lost child needing their Mommy. You are the perfect test subject for my regression as well. No one would think it strange if you acted like a baby.” Sam felt a cold chill go down her spine as tears welled up in her eyes. Aside from everything else she hated being viewed as anything less than a full adult, she had spent her whole life making sure everyone knew how mature she was and having it all stripped away left her very vulnerable. “Why don’t I remember?” Sam asked softly as she tried to keep the panic out of her voice. “That was one of the triggers.” Jess replied, “There’s a few things you’ve forgotten but I can bring them back now. Here, ahem, L I T T L E G I R L R E M E M B E R.” Sam felt as if a one-ton weight had suddenly dropped into her mind. She suddenly remembered things clearly where before there was just empty space. She closed her eyes as she remembered heading to her first Psychology lecture only to be stopped at the door by a person she now recognised as Jess. She had been told there was a mix-up in her registrations and she was enrolled in child psychology instead. Sam remembered the day she had been leaving the campus when she was stopped by a woman with a clipboard. She had thought the stranger was trying to sell her something but when she had been offered a lot of money and extra credit for a small amount of her time she had taken it. She covered her mouth as she remembered the room, the chair and the television screen. It was even more vivid than her nightmare. “How did you make sure we met at the airport?” Sam asked breathlessly. “I had kept tabs on you after your session with me.” Jess said, “I followed your blog where you mentioned your little vacation. You told the world when and where you would be. I just needed to get you in a situation where you would rely on me and I could keep you nice and passive.” “Wait… You mean…” Sam came to a slow realisation. “There’s no rule about people under a certain height needing to be accompanied or having to sit on another person’s lap.” Jess chuckled, “Does that sound like it makes any kind of sense?” Sam was speechless. “I spoke to the gate attendant before you got there. I convinced them you needed my help. I flashed my credentials, it’s remarkable what people will do when you tell them you’re a doctor… well, and give them a little pocket money.” Jess said with a sly grin, “I put up a couple of posters in strategic positions just as you were arriving and then I waited until you were turned away. I just had to make sure you saw me in the right place so you saw the poster and put two and two together. I knew it would be a lot easier if you felt like it was your idea.” “But why all this stuff?” Sam asked as she shook her head. It still didn’t make sense to her, “Why do all this in a foreign country and then have to go through all this to get me home?” “Because making you go missing in a foreign country will mean no one is looking for you at home.” Jess said with a disconcerting smile, “Here, look at this…” Sam could no longer hold back the tears as Jess reached into her bag and pulled out a passport. “This is the passport I have been showing people.” Jess said, “A nice new identity for your nice new start.” Sam wiped her eyes and saw the passport. It wasn’t hers, she was sure of that. Her picture was there but the name and birthdate had been changed. She was listed as a small child with a name she didn’t recognise at all. Sam started crying more loudly as Jess stood up. “Looks like the queue has shortened.” Jess said casually as she took hold of the bags, “We should make a move.”

I'm in a messy Crinklz Astronaut. I was in an Alpha GatorZ diaper earlier today. I pooped and it ended with some diarrhea. I pooped a few more times and thought that I was done, so I cleaned up and changed. Fast forward about an hour and half and I had another round of diarrhea. I'll wait a little longer and see if there's any more and then change again.

A diaper a day, keeps the potty monster away and keeps me young and babied.

Adult pull-ups are for those that usually can reach the toilet. For cough leakage there is smaller/cheaper options.

Dial up was "secure" in that it was point to point communication, that originally was on "dedicated" phone lines, OK, through the telephone company. Yes, the basic data was not encrypted. That was left to the user to decide what was being sent out over the line. But the originator of the call did know who they were calling.And it would have been rare at the time of these older modems to find any traffic that was encrypted.... And yes, you could hear the tones as they changed per what the bit pattern was being currently transmitted. 300 bps/300 baud was only two states. 300 baud / 1200 bps if I remember correctly had 16 states. Yes, the initial hand shake as the modems connected up was a distinctive sound. For the two acoustic coupler modems in the picture, you didn't really hear the noise Another phone on the same line could interfere with modems enough to cause them to hang up. But you could listen in and "hear" the conversation underway.

Most pull ups are not good for flooding, very slow release or little dribbles are ok. I have had some success with the Northshore Go supreme pull-on's, but best advice is to wear a diaper cover with it if possible.

That awesome buddy! I bet you feel like a real BABY when you choose NOT to control it.?????????✨?♥️?? And you're already on your SECOND dirty diaper today?! Your Daddy or Mommy must be REALLY busy with you little one!??????

I’m sitting in a messy diaper! 2nd one today! Yes I hear you, not sure it fully happens, but I can tell you that I’m so used to just going that It can literally just start. lol I’m usually in diapers but omg the amount of times I messed my pants. I have one friend that knows and although not into this loves when I have an accident. She likes to tease So of course when I see her I always make sure too lol! But back to loss of control, I’m close but can control but choose not too !

Chapter 17 — Walk in the Park My mouth fell open as Kyrie started walking us down the hallway. “You GROW computers??” “Yep! We genetically engineer plants to perform both specific and general computations, for a variety of use-cases.” She looked at a camera set in the wall for a retina scan, before the glass doors opened automatically and we followed her into her lab. The modern space looked more like a conservatory than a lab, with a lofty ceiling, large skylight spanning its full length, and indoor palm trees. However, the banks of desk-lamp-sized plants, wires running everywhere, and floating holograms definitely made it a lab! “How does the computational mechanism work? Is it cell-level? What are the input/output streams?” “Great questions, I can see why Mike brought you now,” she giggled gleefully. “Basically, groups of cells in the plant act as ALUs — Arithmetic Logic Units — to perform simple computations like addition, subtraction, conjunction, disjunction, bit shifts… every single n-bit calculation you can imagine. They use a combination of bioelectrical signals and enzymes to communicate with other cells that store data temporarily, and finally wires tap changes in bioelectrical voltage across parts of their stems for I/O. It’s all solar-powered through photosynthesis, and the plants even generate oxygen as a byproduct!” “Wow!” I found myself once again lost for words. Biological computation back home was in its infancy, and growing entire plants to act as processors blew my mind. “What’s the throughput up to?” Mike asked. “We’ve hit two megaflops per plant in bursts, but nothing crazy yet. I think we can expect to double that by next week’s batch though. We’re still tweaking core implementation details, particularly on the inter-cellular level, to maximize power delivery.” “Nice. How do you program it?” “A custom assembly language called PAL — Plant Assembly Language — for now; we’ll develop support for higher-level languages and start cross-compiling popular compilers like GCC over once we get enough computing power to run a bytecode runtime environment. Our goal is to run Freax on it someday. Wanna try writing something in PAL and running it?” “Hell yeah!” Mike and I got a quick lesson on PAL syntax, before we got a chance to flex our assembly muscles and write some code ourselves. I noticed that the touchboard provided to me automatically reconfigured its keys to my preferred mapping when Mike sat me down in front of it. I wrote a simple Fibonacci sequence program, which would take a number n as an input and output the nth Fibonacci number. Each successive number was calculated by adding the previous two, with the first two being ‘1’, so I got a bit of a workout implementing recursion in assembler. I made sure to add a couple of sanity checks to short-circuit my code and exit if weird inputs were provided, before sending it over to Kyrie. Mike wrote FizzBuzz, another classical programming problem, which was based on the children’s game that they apparently called ‘FloofBoop’ here. The plant would print numbers starting from 1, replacing any number divisible by 3 with ‘Floof’, any number divisible by 5 with ‘Boop’, and any number divisible by 15 with ‘FloofBoop’. The assembler didn’t support strings, so Mike used -1 for Floof, 0 for Boop, and -10 for FloofBoop instead. Kyrie typed a few commands to feed our programs to the nearest two plants. We were pleasantly surprised when the output holograms hovering above them appeared to show both programs working on the first try! Not everyday when the first thing you write in assembly works on the first try! Kyrie took advantage of one of my sanity checks to halt my code by inputting -1 after trying a couple different numbers, exiting the program. However, Mike hadn’t built in any triggers to stop it, so she had to terminate it manually. To our dismay, as soon as she did that, her console froze! Mike’s code had somehow caused the computer to stop responding to interrupts, so the plug would have to be pulled to reset it! However, being a plant powered by photosynthesis, the computer couldn’t have its power shut down without killing it! “Umm… how do we fix this?” Mike asked sheepishly. “Well we could inject nanites into the plant to force the interrupt to propagate, but it would probably be a more valuable learning experience to scrap it, dissect it, and figure out why the interrupt didn’t trigger. Plus, growing a replacement plant will only take a week, and they’re a lot cheaper than nanites!” “Oh, okay then. Sorry for destroying your plant.” “Don’t apologize, Mikey,” she smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “Think of it as destructive testing.” Just then, a hologram popped up with a message for Kyrie that she was expected in an adjacent lab. “Guys, I’ve gotta go. I’ll walk you out. Izzy, it’s nice to meet you, hopefully our paths will cross again. Mikey, always a pleasure to see you in the flesh!” We followed Kyrie back to the entrance, where the two exchanged la bise, and Mike wished her luck on her research. Moments after we parted ways, Kyrie stopped in her tracks and called out to us. “Oh by the way, please do enjoy the rest of the gardens. I had security add you to the list of authorized visitors, you can roam the grounds free of charge at any time.” “Oh wow, thanks Ky! You’re the best! We’ll look around for sure.” *** After barely an hour of walking through the various beautiful plant exhibits on display in the Gardens, Izzy whined that she was bored and wanted to go home. She held her arms up for me to pick her up, so I did, and started briskly walking her back to where we’d parked. However, just as we passed a small square by the main gate, Izzy forgot all about going home. “Put me down, put me down!” She squealed, whacking my arm, “Look at the size of those pieces!” I followed her gaze to a giant chess set, and laughed as I set her back down on the ground. The instant her little light-up runners hit the ground, she sprinted over to the giant chess set. I noted that her LittleProtect ankle band was barely visible underneath her sock, and didn’t seem to encumber her movements at all. I went after her in much less of a hurry, and watched as she picked up a pawn that was almost her own height and shuffled awkwardly with it to get it to its starting place. It didn’t seem to be too heavy though, as she looked to be struggling more with its size than its weight. When she tried to move a queen that was a full head taller than her and almost toppled it over, I steadied it for her. “Careful there, little miss chess nut, you don’t want to bowl over the Queen! She’ll have you arrested on charges of treason!” Izzy giggled and stuck out her tongue at me. “Why don’t you go reset the rest of the pawns while I take care of the pieces?” “Kay,” she nodded enthusiastically, hugging up another oversized pawn. When we got the giant board set, Izzy insisted I play the white pieces this time, and I accepted. I was just about to make the first move when a young Amazon boy, about eight or nine, and his mother, a nine-foot tall Big, came up to us. “Let my son play your daughter? You can help her move the pieces, it’ll be fun?” I glanced at Izzy, who nodded at me, so I shrugged and responded, “She’s my friend, not my daughter, but sure, why not.” I turned to Izzy and squatted down. “Want a piggyback ride?” She nodded again and carefully climbed on my back. We let the boy make the first move, and watched as he shuffled his kingside knight between two pawns to c3. I played out Izzy’s response of pawn to d5, which she called out loud. Just like that, the boy and I took turns moving the pieces. After just a few moves, I could tell that Izzy had started going easy on him, as he started struggling to find good moves. In fact, even I, a chess novice compared to Izzy, was able to catch a blunder from him, but she didn’t accept his meaningless sacrifice. I could tell, as the middlegame transitioned into a king and pawn versus king endgame, that Izzy had calculated and gone as easy as possible against him. In fact, she was setting it up so that he had a fair opportunity to draw the game! However, the young boy didn’t know how to play that endgame, and Izzy finished him off three moves after promoting her pawn. When her son failed to stop Izzy from promoting, the mother started getting visibly angry. When Izzy said “good game” to the boy, the woman was absolutely livid. “SHE CHEATED!!! THERE’S NO WAY A LITTLE CAN BEAT MY SON, HE TAKES CHESS LESSONS FROM A PRIVATE TUTOR!!” She flagged down a passing groundskeeper, jumping up and down and waving her arms furiously. “SHE’S NOT PLAYING FAIR!!! I WANT HER OUT OF HERE!! I WANT A REFUND FOR MY ADMISSION!!! AHHHHHH!!” All her commotion was attracting stares from all over the square, and the employee looked at her uncomfortably, choosing to quickly walk away a moment later. The mother continued to scream random insults and accusations at Izzy and I, while all three of us, her son included, stood there watching her charade speechlessly. Two minutes later, security finally arrived, by which time the woman was rolling around on the grass like a soccer player trying to get a foul, complete with tears streaming down her face. “Ma’am, what seems to be the problem here?” The lead security officer asked her while eyeing us. “They ganged up on us with a nasty scheme, made us fall into their trap, and bullied us! She,” she thrusted a finger at me, “CHEATED in the game to beat my precious baby boy, and they stood there laughing at us afterwards! You’re here to kick them out and refund me my admission fee, RIGHT?!!” “Uhh, no ma’am. We’re here to ask you to grow up and stop causing a scene, or we’ll have to escort YOU out of the Gardens out of respect for our more courteous visitors,” she nodded at Izzy and I. “NO!!!!! I WILL NOT!!! YOU HAVE TO THROW THEM OUT BEFORE I WILL STOP!!! THEY’RE PLOTTING ON KILLING MY SON!!! I’M GOING TO GET RAPED BY THAT ASSHOLE!!!” “Ma’am, this is your last warning. Stop yelling and get up, or we will have to escort you and your son out of the Gardens.” “NOOO!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY PIGS!! STOP!!! I’M ALLERGIC TO YOU!! I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!!” The four security officers nodded at each other. One of them produced a giant locking pacifier and shoved it in the woman’s mouth, suppressing her screams to unintelligible gibberish with a twist of the valve in the button. The four of them then synchronously manhandled the woman, each officer at a limb, towards the front gate! Izzy giggled when they produced the giant locking pacifier, and broke the silence when the woman was carried away, her son following close behind them. “You know, in my dimension, people like her are called ‘Karens’.” “Really? Like the nasty little devil that got you when you first came here?” I discreetly checked her diaper, finding her quite soaked. “Uh-huh. A burden on society, really.” I nodded my agreement. “You ready to head home then? You’re soaked.” “Yeah. Can we get a photo here first though? To remember our trip by?” I laughed. “Sure thing, princess.” *** The next morning, Mike invited me to church with him, and I accepted. When we got there, Mike helped me out of my car seat, but directed me to walk beside him instead of picking me up. When we went in, the small congregation of about a hundred and fifty was singing an angelic hymn that I’d never heard before. I saw quite a few Littles sitting in the front row of pews, which sat on a raised platform with a set of Little-sized steps leading up to it. I realized that, apart from a Little family touring the gardens with us, they were the first free Littles I’d ever seen! The platform put the Littles on the same level as the rows behind them, but I neither wanted to sit at the front nor wanted to leave Mike. Instead, I followed him to a middle section, near an emergency exit. Mike didn’t seem surprised at all that I was behind him, and he helped me onto the pew after sitting down himself. Surprisingly, the pew was padded, unlike those of every church I’d seen back home. Do they not care if people fall asleep here? Unfortunately, since it was sized for Amazons, all I could see while sitting on it was the back of the pew in front of me! Luckily, since we were at the end of the row, there was a pretty wide armrest on the other side of Mike, so I clambered across his lap onto it. It served as a nice bench for me, and I could even lean against Mike’s shoulder were I to get tired. “Are we late? Why is everyone singing already?” I whispered to Mike, eyeing the lyrics scrolling on a hologram filling up the sanctuary in front of a wooden cross. “Oh, there’s a fifteen minute arrival period, during which they start some hymns so people don’t have to dawdle around. Then, there’s another half-hour of worship, followed by an hour-long sermon. After that, there’s a special event today,” he itinerarized. “Ohh.” It finally dawned on me why he’d dressed me in a t-shirt and sweatpants that morning, instead of one of the several nice dresses that I now owned, and why the rest of the congregation was similarly dressed. I’d brushed it off as their custom here, but apparently it wasn’t! When the last hymn finished, the Amazonian pastor prayed, before plastic packages of pre-broken bread and wine were passed around. “Nice of them to add padding to these pews,” I whispered to Mike, as I let some pee out into my own padding. He looked surprised. “Your dimension doesn’t have that?” “Nope, something about not wanting people to fall asleep…” “That’s cruel. Not that you’d mind though, you’ve got your own!” He joked while sneaking a finger past the leg gatherer of my diaper to check its state. My face crimsoned several shades redder, and I wanted to punch him, but we were handed Communion sets just then. I instead said a quick prayer before opening it and munching on a big piece of unleavened bread. To my surprise, the wine was actually wine, instead of the grape juice I was used to! What was a mouthful of it to Mike amounted to a full glass for me! I looked at the wine, at Mike, and back at the wine. His eyes were closed in prayer, so I figured what the heck and downed it in a few gulps with the rest of the bread. It’s not like I’m getting drunk from a single glass anyway. I wonder what the Littles at the front are getting… When Mike opened his eyes and took his own Communion, he realized what had transpired and went from wide-eyed to slightly concerned to finding it hilarious. “In case you’re wondering, Littles usually sit up front and get much smaller portions…” I covered my mouth for a small burp. “I’m okay,” I smiled at him. “Good morning ladies and gents,” the pastor began, preempting any further comments from Mike. “I see everyone is dressed appropriately for our special event after the meeting. Good on you all for remembering, and shame on Dexter for forgetting. Just kidding, you can still participate, of course.” The congregation laughed in unison, and Dexter raised a fist in triumph for effect, revealing the sleeve of the suit he was wearing. “As the weather outside turns warm, I’m sure many of you need to start trimming the trees in your yards,” he continued once the laughter died down. “What would you do if you found Johann in one of your trees, eating figs?” He winked at Johann, a Little in the front row, as some more laughter broke out here and there. “Well, let’s see what Jesus did, when he met a similar situation with Zacchaeus the tax collector. Let’s turn to Luke, Chapter 19, and read the first few verses together.” I cringed in horror as I felt an imminent urge to poop, and realized that the rude sounds I was about to make were going to echo through the whole nave! =========================================================== Hope you enjoyed the latest edition, and please send likes and comments (hey, even criticism!) my way! ?

Seven From: Samantha Hayden <st.hayden12@xxxxxxxxx> Date: Monday, March 21 at 5:45 PM To: Clark Ashburn <cashburn@xxxxxxxxx> Subject: Internship Check-In Good afternoon Clark, I wanted to check-in regarding your internship. Are you enjoying this experience? Do you have any questions. As your academic advisor on campus, it’s my job to make sure all your needs are being met. Please don’t hesitate to reach out to me for any reason. I actually received an email today from Ms. Gabrielle Heller. She thanked us for matching you with her company and has stated that you’ve already proven yourself to be an asset to the team. I’m incredibly proud of you, and I thought you should know! Keep in touch. Samantha Hayden Academic Advisor, Portsburg University — Shortly after stepping off the train in my neighborhood, I stopped at the grocery store on the way home. I walked straight to the baby aisle, looking over the possibilities. A young woman pushed an infant in a stroller nearby, grabbing some diapers and wipes from the shelves. She seemed to have no reaction to my presence, but seeing her–an actual parent of a baby–made me feel strange. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, but I wondered what her reaction would’ve been if I had told her the truth. “Hi, I’m shopping for baby supplies–for me–because my boss is making me use diapers.” Then I’d follow it up by revealing that I was wearing a diaper as I spoke to her. But I had a hard enough time approaching women in the first place, so there were no worries about me saying something so stupid to a stranger. Though if Ms. Heller was there, I could only imagine her encouraging further interaction. I tried not to think too much about the extra diapers that Ms. Heller had given me. They were in my messenger bag, slung over my shoulder while in the store. But there was no getting around it, their presence remained on my mind. I started grabbing the obvious things–the items she had suggested. A large package of baby wipes, thinking it’d probably be best to have a lot of those around. A container of baby powder. I held a tube of ointment for diaper rash in my hands, debating on whether or not I’d need something like this. I opted to add it to my basket–it seemed like the sort of thing that was better to have on hand than not. I scanned the aisle, looking for anything else that looked essential. Or, at least, interesting or curious. I spotted diaper pail liners, which seemed interesting. It implied the need for a diaper pail. Should I have a diaper pail? I hadn’t thought much about disposing of diapers at home, but I realized that I probably should. Used diapers, I had quickly learned, could smell. And I didn’t live alone. A good diaper disposal system was preferable to having to explain to my roommate that I was now wearing diapers. I made a mental note to look into a diaper pail later. Baby shampoo? Thrillingly humiliating in concept, but I’d pass on that for now. Baby lotion? I didn’t really quite know what its purpose was, but I liked the idea of it. I added it to the basket. Baby bottles? I was curious, and added one to the basket. Another pacifier featuring a cartoonish plastic lion? Added it to the basket. Jars of baby food? Sounded disgusting but…maybe that was fun in itself? A few jars were added to the basket. At the cashier, a feeling of shame washed over me as I placed the items on the conveyor belt. But I wasn’t doing anything wrong–I was just buying things. The cashier knew absolutely nothing about what I was doing with my life, nor did they care. I was the only one attaching any sort of terror to the moment. I’d need to get used to that. I left the store without incident. I was mostly pleased at this, but a small part of me had hoped for a little more chaos. And while I wasn’t sure what I wanted from ‘chaos,’ I had spent the rest of my walk home considering what could’ve been. For example, the cashier looking down at my haul before looking back up at me. “Is this all for you? Are you the baby?” Highly unlikely, but exciting. Or, perhaps being called out by the young mother in the baby aisle. “Do you even have a baby, or are you going to be the one with diaper rash?” The excitement of those thoughts troubled me a little bit. It felt indicative of what my future could be–a slave to the growing need for humiliation. How far would I end up going for Ms. Heller? I tried to imagine the worst case scenario. What was the most humiliating thing that she could possibly do to me? I imagined being marched out in front of the entire company in just a diaper. A full diaper. She stood behind me, waving her hand in front of her face to signal to everyone that I had, in fact, done something dreadful. Yes, that seemed good. And then she’d change my diaper right there. And tease me with the key to my cage, dangling it above my face. Maybe she’d toss them into the crowd, and I’d have to find out who now controlled access to my shrunken cock. I felt myself growing hard in my pants. In my diaper. I was supposed to be frightening myself. I was supposed to be seeing the worst case scenario and convincing myself that I didn’t want to go down that path. Yet my throbbing manhood–boyhood, as it was referred to earlier–suggested that this was something I might actually strive for. “You should’ve told me that you were going to the store,” said Evan as I entered our apartment. My roommate was perpetually home, on account of not only taking his remaining courses online, but having one of those work-from-home jobs that I used to wish I had. Back before I discovered the joy of humiliation in the workplace. “Oh, uh, this?” I asked, looking down at the shopping bag hanging from my hands. “Shit, yeah. Sorry about that.” He shrugged. “No worries. Did you get anything good?” Yes, as a matter of fact. All sorts of baby supplies. “Just a few…things for myself,” I said. “I really ought to go to the store sometime,” he said, slowly turning his attention back to the TV. That was an incredible understatement. He didn’t just need to go to the store, he needed to get outside, period. The man never left the apartment. Ever. Some days I assumed it was just a pervasive weirdness. Others I wondered if it was some form of agoraphobia that he should seek a therapist for. It usually didn’t actually bother me–we were rarely lacking for our own personal space. But the sudden introduction of diapers in my life had me worried about the prospect of Evan’s constant presence. Even when he was in his bedroom, and I was in mine, there’d be crinkling. Smells. The last thing I wanted was him questioning why the whole apartment smelled like baby powder. Or worse. “How’s the internship?” he asked, still looking forward at the television. Yet another question I couldn’t give an actual answer to. “My boss wants to put me in chastity so that I can’t even get off when I piss my diaper for her.” “Same old, same old,” I said instead. But his question did remind me of one of the many things I needed to think about–Ms. Heller’s job offer. “Actually, let me run something by you.” “Yeah? Alright.” “My, uh, boss has offered me a position. Like, an actual job–not an internship.” “Oh yeah?” He nodded, seemingly impressed. “You must be doing something right, yeah?” “Well…it’s not a glamorous position. I’d be my boss’s assistant.” “Like a secretary?” “Not like a receptionist, no. Well, maybe a little bit. More of an assistant.” Diaper-wearing plaything. “That doesn’t sound too bad.” “It’s full-time.” “Is that a bad thing?” he asked, shrugging. “It’s a…commitment. I wouldn’t have the internship anymore.” “Would you need it?” It was a fair question. “I guess not. But I’d have to rearrange some of my classes and…” “It’s a full time job with a big company like that?” he asked, shaking his head. “I think you have to. You want to get your foot in the door, you know?” He was right. I had come to the same conclusions earlier myself, but it felt good to have it confirmed by someone else. “Well, I’ve got some, uh, stuff to do,” I said, gesturing towards my room. “I’ll see you later.” He did his patented Evan finger-guns towards me, his nonverbal way of communicating either ‘hello’ or goodbye.’ It was just me again. Me and my diaper. And my new baby supplies. I laid out all of my new purchases on the bed so that I could look them over. Then, I took the stack of diapers from my messenger bag and laid them out on the bed too. There it all was–my infantile armory. I picked up the baby powder, turning the cap to open it. I took a big whiff of the faint white cloud that poofed out from the tiny openings. Heavenly. It reminded me of being in Ms. Heller’s office again, lying on my back as she coated me with it just before sealing me into a new diaper. I missed her. It was a weird thought. For a moment, it almost felt alien–as if someone else had planted that thought into my subconscious. My first reaction was to brush that feeling aside, finding it disingenuous. Yet, I could still feel that longing inside of me. As humiliating as her game was, and as easy as it was to say that she was just using me for her own means, she still managed to make me feel…noticed. Wanted. Yeah, I missed her. I missed Mommy. I held one of the jars of baby food in my hands. Organic sweet potato, apple, carrot, and cinnamon. That was all one flavor, in one jar. I couldn’t even imagine all those flavors together at once, and I found it hard to believe that an actual baby had ever craved such a combination. It sounded like the result of an accident at the baby food factory. But, sure, I’d try it. First, of course, I’d need to get into Baby Mode. I took off all my clothes, piling them up on the end of the bed to deal with later. I was only in my diaper now. I had wet myself–a tiny little puddle, really–while walking between the store and the apartment. The diaper, so thick and with so much absorbent padding between my legs, showed barely any sign of having been used. I can fix that. I stood still, and within a few moments, I was wetting the diaper. Once more, the garment grew heavier on me as it swelled and sagged between my legs. That felt so much better. That felt like the sort of thing a baby was supposed to do before eating his jarred baby food. I sat down on the ground, feeling the soggy diaper crinkle and squish beneath me as I opened the jar with a satisfying POP. I realized that I didn’t bring any sort of spoon or utensil with me. But it was a complete non-issue. I was leaning on my more basic instincts–thinking like a baby, I told myself–and knew the solution was to simply dip my fingers into the jar. The burnt sienna glop stuck to my fingers and I led them back to my mouth where I licked them clean. The food tasted vaguely of all the ingredients listed on the label, yet none of them seemed especially strong or overpowering. It just tasted kind of bland. Wet cardboard with a subtle sweetness. But this was likely for the best. I liked that it didn’t taste like anything I recognized, and I liked that it didn’t taste horrible. It was for babies, like me. I felt that longing for Ms. Heller again. Mommy. I wished she could see this. I wish I could tell her what I was doing right now. I grabbed my phone and quickly snapped a few quick selfies. Reviewing them, I could see that my fingers were still stained orange. Traces of orange goo were splattered around the edges of my lips. “I need a bib.” The feeling of the diaper’s thickened padding under me was stimulating in all the right places. I rocked my body back and forth on the diaper. Looking towards the bed, I thought of the bottle of baby lotion. I wasn’t sure what the intended purpose of it was, but I knew what I could use it for. While I still could, that was. Someday soon, I might be under lock and key. The lotion smelled much like the baby powder did. I found it euphoric. I tilted the bottle towards my palm, but quickly changed course. I had a better idea that I wanted to try. I pulled open the front of my diaper and squirted a stream of lotion directly into it instead. When I let the waistband return to its place, the cool lotion was trapped between my skin and the saturated padding, with my stiffening member stuck between them. Despite not having ever done anything like this before, I had a good idea of what I wanted to do. I laid myself out flat on the ground before flipping over to my belly. And then, with my lotioned diaper pressed against the carpet, I began humping the ground. I was grinding against the diaper, slicked by the combination of the infantile lotion and my own wetness. That was it–that was the shameful feeling I wanted. Needed. “Mommy,” I pleaded into the air with nobody to hear me. “Mommy, look at me… Look at what I’m doing. I wet my diaper! I’m humping my diaper! Am I a good boy?” The words stuck in my brain and I began to sound like a broken record, timing each word with another thrust into the slippery diaper. “Am. I. A. Good. Boy. Mommy? Please? Mommy?” My stamina didn’t stand a chance, and I messily erupted into the already sticky diaper. I would stay like that for a few minutes–collapsed face down on the floor. There was a light knock on the door. “Clark?” I slowly rolled over and sat up. It was rare that Evan knocked on my door for any reason. “Y-yeah?” “Hey…if it’s none of my business, just let me know. But... Are you okay in there?” My heart pounded as I looked down at my diaper. Still plump and soaked. Remnants of white goop dripped down my belly, back into the diaper. “Yeah, I’m…good.” “Alright,” he said. “I just wasn’t sure what I was hearing and…well, nevermind. I’ll leave you be.” I could hear his footsteps walking away from the door. I sighed and shook my head. What the hell had he just heard? The temptation was strong to just hurl myself out the window in embarrassment. I had even made a point to tell myself to be careful with Evan’s omnipresence in the apartment, yet I just had to go and get carried away while pleasuring myself in my diaper. I didn’t have to confront him now, but I’d have to eventually. Maybe I could stay in my room for a few more years first. Maybe he’d forget by the time I emerged. Fuck. It was like a curse. Or, perhaps, I was really bad at being discreet and subtle about these things. First Lyndie and now Evan? Was my mother going to be next? Was she going to call in a minute and complain that I didn’t think of her first if I needed a diaper change? I took a deep breath. And then another. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe he only thought he heard something. I’d just walk out of the room and be ready to say that anything he thought he heard was actually something else. As far as I knew–he knew nothing and it was only going to stay that way. I almost pulled my pants on over the diaper, but quickly thought better of it. There was no way that I could waddle out in this destroyed thing without him knowing. While standing, I tore away the tapes and let it fall to the ground with a heavy SPLAT–a humiliating sound in itself. “Hey,” I said, finally emerging from my room–fully dressed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bug you before,” he said, twisting to face me from the living room couch. “I just…was worried about you for a moment and wanted to be sure you were okay.” “Totally fine,” I said, forcing a fake laugh as I attempted to play it off like everything was fine. “Okay,” he said, shrugging. He seemed a little apprehensive–the look of someone who had questions but was too afraid to ask them. I should’ve let it go. There was absolutely no reason to continue the conversation. And yet, my curiosity had overpowered my logic. “What do you think you heard?” “Oh. It…it doesn’t matter.” Leave it alone. Don’t keep poking. “I’m just curious,” I said, digging deeper. “Well…you were, uhm, shouting about…Mommy? Something about, uh, a diaper?” I had poked way too much, and as expected, it had disastrous results. “Shouting? I was…shouting?” He grimaced and shrugged again. “Well, you weren’t quiet about it.” “Shit,” I muttered to myself. “It’s none of my business,” he said, “but is that something you’re, like, into?” Did he really expect me to answer that question? Or maybe the real question was whether or not I was going to allow myself to answer that. Because so far, I seemed to be my own worst enemy. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so loud.” Evan sniffed at the air. I knew what he was smelling, because it was the same scent in my nose. The baby lotion–and the quantity of it that I had squirted into the diaper earlier–had given me a very strong infantile scent. “Sorry,” I said again. “That scent is, uh, strong.” He shrugged. “I don’t hate it? But I suppose I’m wondering if I should be, like, expecting to smell that more often?” I sighed, weighing all options of how I could respond. I could offer a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ I could run away and avoid answering. Or, maybe, I could tell him everything. Or just enough. Maybe that’d be liberating for me. I could tell him what to expect. Baby powder. Diapers. Dirty diapers. Did I owe him that truth? Would I want to know if he had a similar weird shift in his lifestyle? “Y-yeah,” I said. “Probably.” I hoped that answer was sufficient. He chuckled softly to himself before shrugging. “Alright.” I wished he had said more. He certainly wasn’t obligated to, and I could understand why he didn’t. But I had just given him a lot of information about myself and I knew next to nothing about how he actually felt about it. Don’t go poking for answers again. This time I listened to myself. If he absolutely hated it, hopefully he would have said as much. The best I could do was to assume it wasn’t a problem for him until he said it was. I quickly retreated back to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Nothing sounded better than burying my head under a pillow until the memory of all the mistakes I had made dissipated. And I’d get to that. But first, I needed to put another diaper on.

Five In the closed confines of The Closet, we stared at each other. The pacifier remained planted in my mouth, as it had been for the last ten minutes. Everytime I made a move to take it out, she’d stop me. “I have questions,” Lyndie said. I finally spit out the pacifier. She didn’t have a reaction to that this time. “I’m sure you do.” “Can I get honest answers from you?” “I don’t know.” It wouldn’t be hard to guess what some of the questions would be, and none of the answers would be fun to say out loud to her. And while I didn’t really owe her any answers, I was probably making my work-life experience potentially worse by refusing to answer. Maybe I’d lie. Maybe I’d be honest. I needed to know the questions first. “So has Gabrielle done this before?” she asked. It was strange hearing Lyndie refer to her as ‘Gabrielle.’ Maybe that’s how most people referred to her. Ms. Heller, herself, had answered the phone as ‘Gabby’ earlier. But that didn’t feel like the name I’d use. I felt obligated to show respect. Ms. Heller in my mind. ‘Mommy’ out loud. “I think so. Maybe not exactly this? But…things like this.” “And are those diapers functional?” she asked. I inhaled sharply. She was asking one thing, but she was really asking something else. I answered the literal question, knowing there’d be a follow-up: “They are functional. You could use them. If you wanted to. They work.” She nodded, likely noting my ability to dance around the implied questions. “Okay,” she said. “But are you using them?” I wasn’t sure what I was going to say before I said it. Yet I gave her the truth: “I…have to.” “You don’t have to do anything,” she said. “I agreed to.” “And what do you get in return?” I didn’t know the answer to that question–it wasn’t one that I had ever asked myself previously. But I didn’t take this to mean that there wasn’t an answer. It just meant that that answer had yet to be defined. The answer was a feeling in my body. “I don’t know,” I said, chuckling a little to myself. “Were I you,” she replied, “I think I’d want a better answer before I start pissing in diapers in the office.” “I like it.” I didn’t so much say it as I did blurt it. “I like the way…she treats me.” “Is it, like, the attention?” I shrugged. “Maybe. Attention, combined with power. Combined with humiliation.” She shook her head, laughing again. “Sounds like a dream come true, then.” “You think?” “There’s, what, hundreds of people in this office? All the interns and entry-level grunt workers they’ve had over the years? And you get chosen to be the kinky plaything of the most powerful woman in the company? Crazy.” “I can pass your name along, if you want,” I said. “Maybe Ms. Heller has room for another baby in her life.” “Not really my thing,” she said. “I would’ve said the same thing if someone told me this last week.” “But now look at you. You’re wearing a diaper.” She was missing my point, but it didn’t feel important to try and convince her otherwise. “So?” she said, seemingly circling back on a previous question. My mind was in so many places at once that I wasn’t even sure what she was referring to. “So?” “She’s making you use the diapers?” “Yeah…” “Fuck,” she said, once more shaking her head. “Do you…like that? I can’t tell.” “I don’t want to, like, be you,” she said with a smirk. “I don’t want to be told to piss my pants. But, goddamn, what a power move. Can you even imagine? Having such a commanding presence that you can ask some nobody to piss in a diaper, and they do?” “Hey…” “Oh come on,” she said, laughing. “I’m a nobody too.” “Look, nobody can know about this,” I said. “You probably shouldn’t know anything at all, and I definitely can’t have this get back to Ms. Heller.” “I don’t buy that,” she said. “What do you mean?” “Clark. She made you walk through this entire building while wearing a thick ass diaper filled with baby powder. She doesn’t give two shits if anyone finds out about you.” “But…” She shrugged. “It’s another power move, right? She knows you’ll keep her involvement secret, because you have to work twice as hard to hide the fact that you’re a giant toddler now. Incredible, really. I want her to, like, be my mentor.” “It’s probably best that there’s only one of her in the world.” “So when are you supposed to go see her again? Do you have to, like, check in with her every so often?” “Well, I have to report to her when I, uhm, need a–” “Diaper change?” she asked, eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah.” “Holy shit, that’s so incredible. So it’s not enough that you have to waddle around in the office, peeing your diaper, but you also have to get your diaper changed by her? Like a little baby?” “I think you’ve got it all figured out,” I said, following with an exhausted sigh. There was more, and no doubt she knew that too. There was me messing myself in Ms. Heller’s office. Being made to pleasure myself in front of her before getting changed. The offer to work as her assistant. Details that were better off keeping to myself. Maybe for just today–maybe forever in some cases. “Just when I thought this stupid soul-crushing shitstain of a company had nothing to offer me–you come through with all the entertainment I could’ve possibly wanted.” “You can keep this between us?” I asked. “Right?” “I want to tell everyone I know,” she said. “So badly. But…” My heart pounded so fast that I wondered if she could hear it. “But?” “But I won’t. It’s rare that you get to sit so close to the trainwreck that you can…” she took a long drag of the air through her nose, “...smell it.” “Thanks,” I said, feeling entirely deflated. This had been an incredibly exhausting day already, and it wasn’t even lunch yet. Time seemed to crawl forward after that. Lyndie, for her part, had busied herself with some school work and some light filing handed to her by Anderson. I expected a constant barrage of ribbing and jokes from her about the diapers–and there were a few, though less than expected. I knew that I was expected to use the diaper, and I was okay with that inevitability. The challenge was timing. Did I just go whenever I had to? Did I wait until I couldn’t hold it anymore and then let it all go? How often did Ms. Heller think that I was going to come by for a diaper change? I figured that it was safe to bet she’d be expecting me to come by her office at least one more time during the workday. Thus, I’d have to have at least one more diaper worth changing. I had a handful of small wettings throughout the day–little tests, really, to see that I could. But I could feel the call of my bladder, and I knew that a thorough soaking was in the cards. Still, I was stuck there in The Closet with Lyndie. I debated getting up and leaving the room. I could waddle down a few random corridors until I found a quiet spot to piss myself. It seemed better than having to do it in front of her. I recalled, however, that I had already done that in front of her once. She didn’t know it, nor did she know about the diapers at the time. And now she knew everything. Or at least more than she did before. And maybe that made staying in The Closet a better choice–if there was even the slightest chance of being exposed to someone, maybe this would have to be my diaper-wetting sanctuary. “Did you do it?” she asked, seemingly at random. “Do what?” I asked, though I had a good idea of what she meant. “Did you make a pee-pee in your diaper?” I furrowed my brow, not really caring for that mocking tone she was taking. “Don’t worry about it.” “I think you should tell me.” “Why? What makes you think I owe you that?” I didn’t mean to sound a little snippy, but I was craving normalcy–the one thing the day had been missing. “Well, given how much I already know about your little predicament…” It sounded like blackmail. Not that I thought that she’d run out the door and start telling my secret to strangers. She didn’t want to talk to anyone in this building that she didn’t have to, and I felt confident that she especially didn’t want to talk to said strangers about my diapers. Still, there was power in her knowledge. Maybe she’d never use it, but she could if she wanted to. She had power now. Power that felt worth respecting. I gave her the honesty she wanted: “I’m a little damp. But I didn’t, like, full-on wet…” I paused. I wanted to use the word ‘myself,’ but the phrasing of ‘I didn’t full-on wet myself’ sounded as pathetic as it was. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. It came off as a cloying tease, but I chose to take it as genuine curiosity. “I don’t know.” “But you’re committed?” she asked. “Committed?” “You could just, like, go to the bathroom, right? Would she even know?” I shrugged. “Right,” she said, smiling. “You like this. You want to be her baby.” I felt my cheeks burning as I tried to think of the right response. But I had nothing. “It’s cute, I guess,” she said. “Weird. But cute.” “Thanks.” “So? Are you going to do it? Are you going to piss your diaper?” She actually seemed to sound excited by it. “I guess, yeah. Eventually.” She didn’t say anything, but there was a look on her face. Something was on the tip of her tongue. “What?” I asked. “Go on, say whatever it is you want to say.” “I just…” It was a rare look for her–or rare in my relatively short experience of knowing her. She looked a little hesitant; almost bashful. “Yes?” I asked. “I just wanted to see,” she said. I could barely even process what she said, her words made so little sense to me. “What? You want to see…me…pee?” She shrugged. “I dunno. Yeah, I guess so.” “What, exactly, is it that you want to see?” She thought about it for a moment. “Ideally? You’d pull your pants down, pee in your diaper, and I’d…watch?” “Why would you even want to see that?” I asked. “Are you kidding me? Look around us. Well, you know, open the door of our fucking closet first and then look around. Cubicles. Offices. Tightass robots wearing ironed shirts and silk ties. The most interesting thing going on in this entire building is happening in your pants. It’s kinda gross. But kind of amazing too. So…yeah. I want to see it.” There were only two choices for an answer: Yes or no. But, really, what did it matter? She already knew. And what she couldn’t see, she would just imagine anyways. It didn’t matter that it was diapers. Whatever was striking the right chords for me was fundamentally deeper. It was about control and humiliation, and diapers were just the vessel. And for the same reasons that Ms. Heller had been able to sell me on her desires, I found myself wanting to give in to Lyndie’s request. I wanted her to see me wet my diaper. I wanted that humiliation too. “Okay,” I said. Her eyes lit up with surprise. “Really?” I shrugged. “If you really want to see it. I’ll show you.” “Yes! Oh my god, this is so cool.” “Cool?” I laughed. “We have very different ideas of what ‘cool’ is.” “Years from now, I’m going to tell this story at some party. I’ll talk about the guy whose boss made him piss in a diaper. It’s going to be such a fucking hit.” “Just…leave my name out of that story?” “Oh please,” she said, “by that time you’ll have moved into Gabrielle’s house as her little baby-pet. She’ll feed you bottles and keep you chained up in the basement. And you’ll fucking love it.” It seemed doubtful, but that didn’t sound like the worst fate to have. “If I’m chained up in the basement at that point, feel free to use my name,” I said. “Excellent. Now, are you going to show me?” Neither of us really had any doubt as to what the answer was going to be, though it took me another moment or two to get the words out: “Okay, let’s go.” She clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh my gosh. This is so fucking crazy. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” I looked over to the door of The Closet. Though it was closed, and there were no windows looking into our small room, I could just see Anderson or some other guy barging through the door just as I pulled my pants down. I pressed the button on the knob, hearing the satisfying click of the lock. Fingers crossed the lock actually worked. “Look, this is weird enough as it is,” I said. “Let’s not make this any weirder, okay? I’ll just pull down my pants, do my thing, and then that’s it.” “What else do you think is going to happen?” she asked. “I doubt I’m going to want to change your diaper or anything like that.” I sighed and shrugged. “Here we go.” It was the third time I had pulled my pants down for a woman at work that day, and the second time I had pulled them down for Lyndie. It was almost pathetic how normal this suddenly seemed. I had shown someone my diaper more times than I had done actual work. “Okay,” she said, crouching down a little to get a better view of my diaper as I stood before her. “So…you’ll tell me when you go?” “I think you’ll be able to tell,” I said. I had been feeling more confident about my ability to wet a diaper. I had, after all, done much worse on Ms. Heller’s floor this morning. But standing before Lyndie was something else entirely. She was just as intimidating as Ms. Heller was, but in a completely different way. She wasn’t some powerful executive–she was another student, like me. She was cute. Even kind of charming in her bitter and sarcastic way. I wished we were getting coffee or cocktails together. I wished she was coming by my apartment so we could watch TV together. Instead, she was staring at my stupidly puffy diaper, waiting for me to piss in it. I wasn’t ready for it to start happening–in fact, I was already prepared to have to concentrate for a few more minutes on getting my stubborn bladder to budge–but I suddenly felt a small trickle. That trickle grew a little heavier, and within seconds it was all just flowing out of me. It was happening, and it was happening right in front of Lyndie’s face. I was so caught up in the feeling of the diaper growing warm and heavy that I had forgotten to say anything to her about it. I couldn’t even remember–was I still supposed to? “Oh shit,” she said, ensuring that I didn’t need to say anything. “I…I can see it. You’re doing it? You’re doing it! You’re pissing your diaper! Holy fuck.” Her tone suggested that she was just getting started, but she broke down in hysterical laughter again as I continued to pump more warm liquid into the diaper. She regained her composure, staring at the bulge between my legs. “Look at it swelling! Holy shit. I just can’t believe I’m watching this right now. A grown man willingly pissing himself? Shit.” I never thought about humiliation as a turn-on for me before. It was just something I had never been exposed to in that context, so I didn’t know that I wanted it. But Ms. Heller had awoken something in me–and I was curious if it was coincidence or if she knew what she had done. I was only just beginning to understand what humiliation did for me, and…this was but another lesson. I didn’t even realize what was happening until Lyndie pointed it out. “Clark, oh my god, are you…getting hard in your diaper?” I had just finished wetting, and with that nominal vacancy in my attention, I shifted my focus to Lyndie’s taunting. ‘A grown man willingly pissing himself?’ was definitely hitting the spot. “F-fuck,” I stammered, stumbling backwards with my hands over the front of my diaper. “Jesus, you were, weren’t you? Wow.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t apologize,” she said with a small shrug. “It’s funny, but it’s kind of, I dunno, cute?” “Cute?” If I wasn’t blushing before, I was blushing now. “Maybe not cute,” she said. “But it’s, like, if you’re going to be made to dress like a baby and pee your pants, you might as well like it.” “I do,” I said softly. “Yeah? And what turned on you just now, huh? Just the act of pissing a diaper? The excitement of getting changed later?” Her tone had changed. It was more genuine, but still condescending. I felt like I was a little boy, being asked questions by his teacher. “I guess…all of that?” I said, pulling my pants back up over the wet diaper. “But…humiliation too.” “Humiliation because I was here?” “Yeah.” “Watching you?” “Yeah…” “Teasing you about pissing your diapers like a little baby?” I became completely flustered at that moment. So much so that the world suddenly seemed a little blurry around me. I quickly tucked my shirt back in and straightened my pants. “I…I have to go.” “Where are you going, baby?” she cooed sarcastically. “To get my diaper changed,” I blurted out. I immediately cursed myself for having done that, as this had sent Lyndie into another fit of giggles.

I wear whatever I can get my hands on. I have used everything from pink to blue diapers. As long as it doesn't say "baby" on them..

The story is not dead, don't worry. I've just not had the motivation and time to write, but I'm gonna give it a shot in the near future

So I'm really really really sorry for how long this one is, i started writing posted a bit on my counter and saw 1500 words thought ok let's do a bit more... 2 hours later i checked again and i had done way more then i planned but it worked out in the end and the chapter went really great. I hope you enjoy. Chapter 5. “Dammit can’t you do anything right? Your saying outside in the doghouse tonight be happy it’s going to be a warm night tonight.” John’s mom grabbed him by the hair dragging him outside before throwing him in the old doghouse they had. His mom walked back inside before locking the door behind her making sure he couldn’t get back. John had been in the doghouse for hours trying to sleep before it started raining lightly before slowly becoming a down pour. John did his best to hide inside the house but even then, with as much rain was coming down the ground below him became soaked and muddy causing him to get even colder than he was before. The rain didn’t stop till it was 7 in the morning. John slowly crawled out of the doghouse before going to wait by the backdoor for someone to let him in so he could get a shower. John had heard noise, so he knew they were up, it’s just they didn’t seem to care about him. John softly cried for a while before the door opened and his older brother came out. "Mom told me to come get you and bring you inside….” His brother notices that he was covered in mud from head to toe and shivering from the cold. “No way in hell mom will let you inside like that come on let’s go wash you off with the hose.” His older brother grabbed him by the collar of his shirt before tossing him on the ground and reaching for the hose. He walked over and turned it on before pointing it at John. “Time to clean the baby!” John’s brother put it on the highest setting before blasting John with freezing cold water making him shiver more. Johns brother didn’t stop and after 5 minutes of none stop water John ended up wetting his pants turning them a slightly yellow. Johns brother then pointed the hose and his face and started blasting him causing John to have problems breathing with all the water hitting him “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Amelia awoke with a scream sweat pouring down her face tears flowing at the horrible memory she had while asleep. Amelia’s breathing was heavy and staggered as she tried to calm down for the nightmare it was only 10 minutes later when she was finally much calmer and able to breath normally when she noticed it. “SON OF A BITCH!” Amelia had wet the bed soaking where she had slept with a yellow tint. Amelia panicked she hadn’t wet the bed since she was 9 and even then, it was cause her brothers put her hand in water. “Shit shhittt what am I going to do… I knew I shouldn’t have had that bottle of water before going to bed last night. God what am I going to do I can’t have the hotel find out about this...” Amelia quickly stripped the bed and her clothes before heading to the shower and tossing the clothes and the sheets in before stepping in herself and turning the water to hot. Amelia just stood in the shower letting the hot water flow over her cleaning off the pee and the stress from her body. “Well best start cleaning this.” Amelia said before getting to work and scrubbing the sheets and her clothes as best she could try to get the yellow out of them. Amelia finished her shower and finished cleaning everything 30 minutes letter it had taken longer then she thought. She started to hang everything up hoping it would be dry before she got home from her first day of work at her new job. Amelia look at the clock noticing it was only 8:10 in the morning and she still had enough time to get dressed and get to work. Amelia grabbed a slice of pizza and ate some before getting dressed in clean clothes and after thinking it over she put on some normal underwear then put a training pair in her small purse just in case. Amelia had a sudden moment of realization she pulled out her phone and looked up Doctor Nelsons number before giving it a call. “Hello Doctor Nelson’s office Amelia speaking.” Amelia thought about what she just said for a second before it hit her. “Hey Amanda, it’s Amelia….” Amelia heard a small laugh on the other end. “Yeah hun it’s a fairly common name. But what can I do for you?” “Amelia is there any possibility of me having lower bladder control after the surgery and being asleep for so long.?” Amanda had to check the notes Dr. Nelson took before finding them. “It says here Amelia that he wrote it might be a problem later on, but he would not be sure. He also noted by the size of your bladder before the surgery it was almost fairly small so if you’re having problems, I would say yes that the surgery and sleep is why.” Amelia went quiet. She stood there speechless worried about what she was going to do now. “Amelia you still there?” Amanda got worried she got cut off or Amelia fainted. “Yes, I’m here just…. I don’t know what to say.” Amanda thought about some ideas knowing Amelia would not like them one bit, but it was worth a shot. “Amelia you might need to wear protection for a bit and work on getting your control back to where it was before the surgery.” “Great so training pants or some crap?” Amelia was upset she did not want to be stuck in these. “No hun I mean like pull-ups or diapers something that can handle a good wetting just in case.” Amanda heard a sob on the other line and became worried. “Amelia please talk to me.” “I…. I don’t want to go back to that my life growing up was hell enough…. Why would I want to wear stuff like that again?” Amelia had flash backs of when she wet the bed and what had happened after. That incident had left a scar on her soul that she knew may not ever heal. “I don’t have any other options, do I?” Amelia had lost her glow she had yesterday and now was radiating a sadness around her worried and sad about what would happen at her job. “I’m sorry hun you don’t it’s that or keep wetting yourself and I’m sure that is not an option if you’re calling us again.” Amanda’s heart went out to the girl she knew Dr Nelson helped the best he could she just wished they could have done more for Amelia. “Well thanks… I got to get to work soon thanks for at least telling me… Goodbye Amanda.” Amelia’s somber tone said a lot to Amanda. “Bye Amelia feel free call if you have more questions or want someone to talk to.” Amelia ended the call before slowly walking to the chair in the corner and putting her face in her hands and crying. Amelia was depressed she had hoping the surgery would make her happy and it… But now that she is wetting the bed and herself when someone scares her it worried her how her life might turn out now. Amelia still quietly sobbing knows she needs to leave soon so she can get to work a bit early knowing tonight she will have to stop by a store and get some supplies. Amelia found the will to get up before grabbing her small purse and heading out the door to work making note to put a reminder in her phone to go to the store after work to pick up what she needs. Today was a nice day and Amelia was a bit shocked she didn’t get stopped by anyone today asking her if she was lost. Now that she was calmer, she looked around more noticing more of the city and thinking she would have to go around some time. Amelia made her way to the toy store seeing it open, knowing Amy was in there she headed in. “Amy? I’m here a bit early sorry.” Amelia called out but not seeing Amy she started to look around a bit to try and memorize the store. As Amelia was looking Amy came out of her office. “Hey, Amelia you’re a bit early. Oh, before I forget you forgot your LEGO’s you wanted to buy.” Amy saw Amelia blush remembering what she was getting yesterday but forgot. Amelia in a small quite voice. “Sorry I forgot them… I was just in a rush after what happened yesterday.” Amelia blushing harder. “Hun its ok it happens to the best of us don’t worry about it. I got your uniform in the back to wear and a name tag that is a bit bigger then normal so that way people don’t think you are a lost child, I thought that might help you a bit.” Amy smiles watching as a look of relief washes over Amelia’s face. “Thanks, I’ll pay for the LEGO’s before I leave tonight. I need to do a bit of shopping at the store nearby too so if you could keep the LEGO’s one more day id be grateful.” Amelia had started looking over the uniform and noticed it looked fairly normal just sized for her, and it made her smile a bit at how normal it looked. “Sure, hun no problem if you need, I can give you a ride later if that helps. Now if you need any help with the uniform just tell me and I’ll give you a hand. Amelia grabbed the uniform from Amy before heading to the bathroom to try it on. Once Amelia got into the bathroom, she locked the door and stripped thinking it would be best to wear one of the training panties just in case. Amelia changed her underwear and clothes making sure to button it up right. Amelia looked at herself in the kids mirror and did a twirl. “Hmm I don’t look to bad in this I could get use to this job.” Amelia put her stuff in her purse before heading back out to show Amy. “You look good in it better then I thought you would.” Amy walks around Amelia making sure to fix any small problems only noticing it need to be tucked in a bit and she did that really quick.” Ok dear you can put your purse in the locker with your name on it in the breakroom.” Amelia went to where Amy said the breakroom was and found her locker really easy it was just level for her, so she didn’t have to use a chair to get into it. She put her purse away making sure to lock it grabbing the key and putting it in her pocket. Amelia walked back out to Amy and wondered what she would need to start. “Ok Amelia I need to you clean under the shelves for me because I can’t get under there and it needs to be clean in case a toddler or baby finds something under there that could hurt them. After that come see me.” Amy then went up front to man the cash register and help anyone that might come in. Amelia walked back to the breakroom where she saw the cleaning supplies and grabbed everything she might need. She got to work cleaning under everything finding it dirtier than she thought it would be, she kept cleaning and was happy when she got them all done in just over an hour. Amelia took back everything to the breakroom before walking back out to Amy. “Amy, I finished cleaning them all up what do you want me to do now?” Amy was a bit surprised at how quickly Amelia got it done, normally it would take the part timers at least 2 or 3 hours to do that simple job. “Honestly, Amelia that was faster than the part timers... I’m really impressed, think you could stock the lower shelves then come back here and I’ll teach you how to use the register.” Amelia set off checking to see what needed to be stocked before going to the backroom and bring it out to stock it. Amelia spent maybe 45 minutes stocking 9 shelves that needed it badly before she was done. She puffed out her chest proudly before heading back to Amy. “Ok shelves are stocked, and I made sure they were in the right spots and showing at a good angle to attract customers.” Amy stared in shock and went to check each of the shelves finding them stocked and looking perfect. Amy was practically speechless. She headed back over to Amelia and looked at the girl. “I’m not sure how you did that so fast but if you keep doing that, I won’t ever need a lot of help again running this place. I guess I got to teach you how to use the register now.” Amy showed Amelia the register using a step stool she could stand on. She showed her all the codes the cheat sheet and everything she needed to know to check someone out. At that moment, some customers walked in and Amy told Amelia to go help them. She followed them over to the clothing section next to the toddler toys. “Excuse me anything I can help you with?” The couple turned around only to see no one there. “I’m down here. Anything I can do to help you?” “Oh, sweetie are you lost?” The lady asks. “Ma’am I work here see my uniform.” Amelia says a little annoyed making sure to cut the lady off from asking anymore questions about her age. “Wait you work here?” Both the lady and her husband give each other a worried look. “Yes, as hard as it is to believe I work here I’m really 22. Now what can I help you with?” Amelia was used to people like this and knew because she worked here now, she couldn’t chew them out anymore or get pissy, so she did her best to control herself. “Umm yes we are looking for some stuff for our friend’s kid’s birthday. We are not sure what to her, she’s turning two” Both the husband and wife were wondering why a girl that looked no older than 3 was working here. “Well if you follow me over here, we have play sets for toddlers that can help them learn we also have clothes if she needs more stuff that looks cute.” Amelia showed them both the toys and clothes before letting them think for a few minutes. The wife reached over and grabbed a short toddler dress before walking over to Amelia and holding it up to her body. “What do you think honey will it fit?” The wife asked her husband. “Hmm she’s almost the same size so I think it should.” “Good dear let’s get it and a few toys that Jenny will love.” Amelia stared speechless at the wife, the fact that she did that without asking made Amelia’s face turn red. Amelia just wanted these people to leave their kind was the worst for her to deal with. “Anything else I can help you two with?” Amelia using her fake retail worker smile. “No thank you little girl for the help I think we got it from here.” Amelia walked away and headed straight to the breakroom for some water before she screamed. “Wow your face is red Amelia what happened?” Amy asked. “Can you ring that couple up? And I’ll explain after.” “Sure, hun take a small break.” Amy walked out to see if they needed anymore help before waiting for them to finish so they could checkout. Amelia walked over to the sink and used the step stool, grabbing a small cup she filled with water and downed it before going over and setting down in a chair. Amy finally rings the couple up watching them leave and wishing them a nice day. She heads back to the breakroom to see Amelia ready to cry. “Sweetie what happened please tell me.” Amy was a little worried about Amelia she wasn’t sure if Amelia would make it in retail, she really liked the girl and hoped she could work everything out. “It’s the same as always no one sees me as an adult just a child and they never ask me before doing something they just do it thinking I’m a child I won’t care.” Amelia cried a little into her hands. “Amelia I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to but I will try and help the best I can with customers like that and try to make sure they at least try you the respect you deserve. I can only guess how hard your life has been but you’re here still and you have a bright future a head of you. Listen Amelia if you need anything, anything at all please feel free to ask. You are the hardest worker I have had in years and I don’t want to lose you.” Amy reached over and gave Amelia a bug hug. Amy could tell this girl had never had any real love in her life just by how she flinched a bit getting the hug. Amy would do what she could to make sure this girl could enjoy working at hers store. Amelia didn’t expect Amy to hug her and it caused her to flinch a bit scared she would do what her brothers had done to her, but all that happened was a loving hug. Amelia really liked this feeling it made her feel a lot better. “How are you feeling Amelia. Feel any better or would you like to sit here a bit longer?” Amy was rubbing the girls back lightly making sure she was doing better. “Thanks Amy I really mean it. I think I’m ready to go back out.” Amelia got up and headed back out to the main floor ready to get back to work. Amy waited tell Amelia was gone before sighing heavily she really loved the girl she knew the girl had demons and that she needed help, but she wasn’t sure what to do to even help her. Amy stayed back and watched Amelia deal with customers for a few hours. She noticed that Amelia does a fairly good job helping people she just gets a bit scared when people become overbearing. Amelia looked at the clock when they had no customers and noticed it was only 4 and she was hungry. “Amy can I order a pizza or something I’ll pay for it.” Amelia had no idea what kind she wanted but she felt like she is starving. “No need hun I made some food before I came to work that we can share.” Amy walked to the breakroom and brought out two salads and some sandwiches to eat. “Thanks, I’m really hungry.” Amelia ate her food loving every bit of how it tasted she just wished there were more. Amelia got up suddenly realizing she had to pee bad and made a mad dash leaving Amy confused. Amelia ran into the bathroom full speed she quickly pulled down everything and went to the bathroom barely making it in time, any longer and she would have soaked her clothes again. Amy was worried and called out to her. “Amelia are you ok? Did you make it in time?” “Yeah barely thanks Amy I feel like such a kid.” She yelled back. Amelia finished up and washed her hands making sure to check her underwear and finding a damp spot the size of a dime at best she went back to work not worried about it at the moment. “Is everything ok Amelia you seem a bit distracted the last few hours.” Amy wondered what was on the girls mind it was almost 7 and she had been daydreaming every time they had no customers in the store. “Oh, sorry I’m just thinking about what I got told by my nurse today when I called about the wetting problem.” Amelia sulked a bit knowing what she had to do tonight. “What did they say hun?” Amy was wondering what the problem might be but with Amelia’s size it could be anything. “Well I had some surgery for something, and it seems it might have weakened my bladder a bit and now I have to pee more and might end up wetting the bed soon.” Amelia lied not wanting Amy to know she already was doing that to embarrassed to admit it. “That can happen with surgery Amelia it’s best just to get some protection of some kind until it gets better and you can strengthen your bladder.” Amy felt for the girl knowing a lot of problems can come up during and after surgery and cause people problems. “Amelia what say you head home early that way you can stop by the store and get what you need for the next few days how does that sound?” She hoped letting Amelia go home early might allow her to run into less people at the store. “I shouldn’t, I can’t leave you alone to finish up without me.” To Amelia it didn’t feel right leaving early on her first day of work. “Don’t worry Amelia I’ll be fine. And leave your uniform and I can wash it for you.” Amelia relented knowing she couldn’t really argue with her boss and headed off to change back into her clothes she came in. She changed leaving the uniform by the washer and grabbing her purse before saying goodbye to Amy. “Same time tomorrow Amelia and I’ll make sure your uniform is clean for you.” Amy smiled at seeing Amelia looking a bit better after what had happened earlier in the day. She just hoped the store trip would be fine but knowing Amelia’s luck it wouldn’t be. Amelia headed down the street to the small convenience store she saw the other day. It took her almost 15 minutes to walk from work to the store being thankful that Amy let her off early as the store was still fairly empty. Amelia enter the store thinking it looked like something from 20 years ago and not one of the newer stores you normally find. She walked up and down the store before she finds the baby section and started to look for what might fit her. “Sweetie did you wonder away from your parents?” Amelia let out a loud sigh before turning to face the employee in her face. “I’m 22 and shopping can you please let me get back to looking for what I need to find?” Amelia tried to say it as calmly as she could not wanting to be THAT person. “Oh, umm I’m sorry miss excuse me.” The employee hightailed it and ran making sure to stay away from her. Amelia turned back to her task at hand and saw a few options none of which she liked. She could grab some pull-ups that should fit her but might not work at night or she could just grab diapers and get confused for a baby. After thinking about it for a while she decided to get both and just use the diapers at night for if she wet the bed. She grabbed a pack of Pampers size 7 a pack of Luv’s size 6 and a pack of girls 2T-3T pull-up training pants before heading to the front of the store. Amelia struggled to put the stuff on the conveyor belt but after a minute of trying she got everything up there. When it was her turn to checkout, she braced herself just in case this person tried to treat her like a child. “Well hello sweetie are you buying your own stuff today?” The lady that was ringing her up had to be at least 60 and on deaths door from how she looked. “No ma’am I’m buying them for my cousin. I’m really 22 even if I don’t look it.” Amelia put the tossed the cash on the counter as the Old lady looked at her shocking not wanting to believe a girl that small is 22. “Ummm I’m sorry dear here’s your stuff...” She handed Amelia the stuff in a bag watching as Amelia walked out the door. She wondered how a girl that small was shopping all alone. Amelia walked the 2 miles from the store back to her hotel happy to be home and not run into anyone after she was at the store, knowing how hard it would be to explain why she had what she did. Amelia set her bags and purse down she went to the bathroom and checked the bedding. Finding it dry she brought it out and made the bed making sure that it looked like it did before. Happy with her work she went to the bags and opened each one of them up to look at. She noticed right away there was no way she could walk in the pampers or luv’s without a waddle and the training pants were almost bit loose on her causing her some worry. Amelia set everything on the bed before taking a hot bath wanting to relax a bit after a long day of work and helping people. After 35 minutes she wrapped herself in a towel and got out before sitting in a char next to the bed to watch TV while her body and hair dried. Amelia watched TV for 3 hours before noticing it was almost 11. Wanting to get to bed earlier then last night she put the towel up and grabbed one of the pampers to try it out. Amelia got on the bed and spent a few minutes trying to find out how to put on the diaper before finally getting it on right on the 9th attempt. She jumped off the bed and tried to walk around a bit noticing that she waddled worse than she thought but she knew it was better than a wet bed. Amelia turned off all the lights and made sure the hotel door was locked so even with a key they couldn’t get in. She crawled into bed before resting her head on the pillow and looking at the ceiling. “2 and half weeks ago I was a guy in a lonely apartment now I’m a girl in a hotel wearing a diaper so I don’t soak the bed. God my life went from great I got a new start to proving everyone what a baby I am. I hope Amy doesn’t judge me if I bring the pull-ups as back up… God I can’t believe this everything has just went from good to bad to worse it seems, I’m not even sure I could convince someone I’m 22 even with a I.D if I got caught in a diaper…” Amelia sighed knowing she had to try and get her control back. “And now not only am I wetting the bed I’m freaking talking to the ceiling I must be going crazy!” Amelia rolled over before trying to go to sleep for the night not knowing she had slipped her thumb in her mouth something she hadn’t really done since she was much younger and in her own room. Amelia’s dreams that night were filling with nightmares of her past of her family the same as before causing her to toss and turn all night if anyone were to see her she would have been confused with a baby having trouble sleeping at night.

Sorry it took so long for this one. Gonna try and get more done today still not great but I'll power though it. Chapter 3 Amelia had started walking away from the hotel and looked for a street sign to remember where it was at before she got too far away. “Now that I’m fully awake this town looks kind of small.” Amelia kept looking for a street sign before she finally found one and made a note to remember the street name before turning the corner and following the sidewalk like the map showed her. As Amelia started walked, she started today a dream remembering how it had come to this and what had brought her here, it seemed like yesterday in her mind. “Mom…. Can I go play outside?” John asked hoping she would say yes. “Maybe if you were not such a sissy, I would let you, but sissies don’t get to play with big boys only other sissy’s and girls.” John looked down at the ground sad before heading back to his room to play by himself. John got up the stairs before running into his old brother. “Sorry.” John said meekly before trying to get into quickly get into his room. He feels the back of his shirt get pulled hard and gets pulled into his brother’s room. “Hey, Chris what was that for.” John trying not to cry his hardest, so he won’t get teased by his brother. “Hey little shit remembers what I told you?” Chris looked down at his brother scared trying to slowly back away from him. “Umm no?” John suddenly felt his brother’s fist in his stomach. John fell on his side crying in pain. At that moment their mom walked into Chris’s room to ask him a question before she saw John on the floor. “God what did the useless shit do this time?” His mom said looking down at John crying on the floor. “The little shit for to clean my room like I told him to yesterday.” Chris looked down at his younger brother before kicking him in his side causing him to cry more. “If the useless thing can’t even do that, he can go without dinner again, not like he will ever grow. God why did I even give birth to you I should have had you aborted.” Their mom grabbed John before going over to his door and opening it tossing him in watching him hit the floor hard. “Keep it up and I’ll kick your ass out your just about to turn 16 so I don’t have to worry anymore. You useless child.” John’s mom slammed the door behind her locking it with the lock on the door of the door out of his reach. John slowly crawled over to his bed in pain before grabbing his stuffed cat Sharky and cuddling it hoping the pain will stop. John didn’t know how much longer he could take this crying himself to sleep that night. When john woke up, he felt something missing he quickly shot up and started looking for his stuffed cat Sharky. Panicking John started looking all around his room tell he was sure Sharky was not in. John quickly ran to his door and hoped it was not locked. He turned the knob and it opened he slowly poked his head out making sure it was clear before heading downstairs to look for Sharky. John quickly started looking hoping his mom or one of his brothers or even worse his dad would find him out of his room. “Well well well. What is my useless son doing out of his room?” John panicked and shot up turning around seeing his mom looking down at him. ‘Um… Mom where is my stuffed cat Sharky?” John asked his body shaking badly scared that she caught him. ‘Um… Mom where is my stuffed cat Sharky?” John asked his body shaking badly scared that she caught him. “Oh, that ratty thing? I threw it out along with your stash of girl’s clothes you hid, you little sissy freak.” His mom stood over him laughing at him cowering in fear. “I'm not a sissy freak I’m trans….” John felt the impact of her slap on his face as it sent him backwards. “You’re a freak I don’t care what you call yourself. You are a short useless waste of life you freak.” His mom walked over to him and picked him up before Carrying him to his room and tosses him in it. “All your stuff is gone deal with it. We are going to church I expect this house clean by the time we get back, if it’s not you can talk to your father.” His mom left his room closing the door before she finished getting ready and left the house to join the family in the car. John slowly got up getting his balance back, hearing his family’s car leave he made his way back down stairs and that’s when he noticed part of his stuffed animals tail laying on the table in plan view for him to now see. John broke down crying grabbing the tail holding it tightly to his chest. John only thought about it for a second before he got up still crying and made his way to the front door. John looked up at it and slowly grabbed the handle turning it before he was blinded by the light, John knew there was no turning back now. John made is way out to the street before looking around a bit, it had been a few months since he had been this far. John took off running away from his house. He had no idea where he would go but that didn’t matter anymore he was sick of the abuse, sick of his family, sick of everything and his mom took the only thing he cared about away he knew he had to run before it ended up being next. Sudden he heard someone yelling “Hey little girl.” John kept running faster “Hey miss, miss?” Suddenly it became clear that it was not in the daydream Amelia got out of her thoughts and turned around seeing a Police officer behind her looking down at her smiling like you would at a small child. The officer got down on her knees in front of Amelia. “Sweetie are you lost?” The officer still smiling at her. Amelia froze up scared and not sure what to do. Suddenly she felt her wet herself slightly she just hoped the officer couldn’t see it. Was not sure, whether she should show her the new I.D she got or not. “Sweetie did you run away from your mommy or daddy?” The female officer called over her radio for a possible lost or missing child. Amelia knew she had to say something before this got worse, she was scared, and she hoped J did a good job. “Um officer I’m not really a kid….” Amelia said as the officer looked at her. “Oh, really sweetie? How old are you then? The officer asked wanting to humor the little girl a bit hoping to keep her busy tell they could find her parents. “I’m really 22 Officer.” Amelia watched as the officer tried to hide a small snicker. “Really I am!” Amelia reached into her small purse she had and handed the I.D to the officer praying that J was as good as he said. “What the hell?” The officer looked at the I.D in her hand before grabbing it and radioing the name in. “Your really 22?” The officer did not believe it one bit even looking at the I.D no person this small could be that old, could they? “Yes, ma’am I know I’m short I get mistaken as a kid a lot.” Amelia answered trying to keep a smile and not show how scared she is or the fact that she wet herself slightly. The officer hears her radio made noise before grabbing it and pulling it to her ear. The officer looked down in shock at Amelia. She was really 22 and telling the truth. “Umm I’m sorry for thinking you where a kid Miss.” The officer says before handing her back her I.D. “Don’t worry it happens a lot.” Amelia says before putting her I.D back in her purse and slowly backing up. “Have a nice day!” The officer says before she goes back on patrol. Amelia breaths sigh of relief know she will have to thank J when he called her. Amelia’s next problem was what to do about her wet pants and underwear. She looked down noticing it was almost impossible to even tell against her dark pants. Amelia decided she would have go to buy some at least for now and then head over and try and get herself a pre-paid cell phone she can use for when she might need it. She made her way down the street before spotting a clothing store and deciding to head inside and grab some stuff really quick. She made her way to the kid’s clothes before grabbing a shirt and pants that looked the least like a kid’s outfit before grabbing a pack of plan white panties in her size. Amelia made her way over to the check out and tossed the stuff up on it not being able to see over it. “Aww sweetie where’s your mommy to buy your new pretty clothes.” A teen girl said looking over her counter at the girl. “Miss I’m really 22 and not kid can I please just buy the clothes?” The girl looks down shocked and studders a bit. “Um. Um. Um. Sure, I guess.” The girl rings up the clothes and underwear before saying the total. Amelia hands the girl the money then takes her clothes to the bathroom really quick to change. Amelia quickly got in the single person bathroom and locked the door behind her. She put the new short on knowing it would look weird if she didn’t after she just bought it. She then slipped her pants and underwear down looking at the damage. “Dammit why am I wetting myself again? 2 freaking times in a day is 2 too many.” Amelia says to herself before opening the pack of underwear and putting them on then the new pants. She tosses her old clothes in the trash. She opens the door and exits sneaking past the checkout girl heading outside to find where she can get a cell phone. She walks down the street looking at all the old buildings still wondering what the town is called. She then spots in a block away from her a phone store where she hopes she can get herself a cell phone. Amelia makes her way to the phone store before ending in and looking at some phones. “Excuse me sweetie you need to stay with your parents in here.” A sickly-sweet voice says behind her. Amelia turns around seeing some guy in a suit that belongs to the store. “I’m not lost, I’m not a kid. I need a pre-paid, phone maybe one I can play games on?” Amelia saw a look of shock on the guys face as he looked down at her. “Um how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” He wondered if someone was trying to prank him no way this little girl was an adult she looked like a toddler at best. “I’m 22 and I need a phone can you help or not?” She just wanted to get a phone and get the hell out of this place. “Um over this way Miss.” The man took her over to some pre-paid phones that can play games on them. “Ok I’ll this one and the card with Unlimited everything.” The man grabs them down for her before taking her to the register to pay for the stuff and help her activate it. Amelia was really getting sick of this guy explaining how to use the phone she just wanting to leave. Finally, after over an hour of dealing with the guy he finally finished and handed her, her phone. “Thank you for shopping with us and have a nice day. He said smiling. “Thanks for the help you too.” Amelia faked a smile and quickly got out hoping she didn’t have to deal with anyone else today. Amelia thought now would be a good idea to find out the towns name and pulled open maps on her phone before looking in shock. “Redding California? Where the hell is that.” She zooms out before looking in shock. “There is nothing here…. This is the biggest city for miles…. Great and I still have to find the toy store where I need to do my interview. Well let’s hope this map app can help me find it. Amelia looks around before she finds it near the city limits. She starts to follow the maps directions to the toy store still looking around at the town wondering how long she might spend here. Amelia can see the store a few blocks away before she suddenly notices a candy store next to her. “I guess a little candy can’t hurt.” She giggles to herself before heading in and looking around. She spends 10 minutes looking around grabbing things here and there before she fells herself being lifted in the air. “EKK!” Amelia screams before she is turned around to face what looks like a slightly angry employee. “And what do you think you’re doing in here young lady? Where are your parents at, you should not be here without them.” The women holding the scared Amelia asks. “Um. Um. Um.” Amelia shocked and scared to be in the air like this. she never did like highest and this was freaking her out. “Well young lady? Where are they? Do I need to call the police to find your parents?” Amelia could tell the women was getting pissed at her. “Um excuse me but I’m not a toddler or some lost kid…. I’m really 22.” Amelia said. The women looked Amelia up and down having a hard time believing that. “Ok if you really are that old do you have any proof?” The woman watched as Amelia dug in her purse before pulling out an I.D. The woman put Amelia back down on the ground gently before grabbing the I.D and looking it over. Amelia saw the shocked expression on the woman’s face that she was used to seeing. “You may be 22 but unless you come back with someone a little taller, you can’t get any candy.” The woman says coldly before handing Amelia her I.D back. “Fine be that way.” Amelia grabbed her I.D out of the woman’s hands putting it back in her purse and running out the door away from the store. “22? There is no way in hell that, that cute little girl is 22. I find that too hard to believe.” The woman says seeing Amelia run down the street. Amelia ran finally stopping and looking up realizing she was in front of the toy store. She decided it was best if she got a look around the place before she came back tomorrow for her interview. Amelia slowly made her way into the store and started looking around amazed eyes glowing at all the toys she saw. She made her way down a few aisles not seeing much she would have liked as a kid she kept looking tell she saw them and her eyes lite up brightly. She slowly reached up and grabbed what she wanted, lucky that it was with in her reach. “Pink and purple LEGOs…. I always wanted these so bad, I wonder how much they are.” Amelia looks back up in front of her. “40 bucks for 1500 LEGOs? Hell, that’s worth it.” Amelia takes them with her looking for the checkout she finally sees it but no one to ring her up she makes it up to the desk and puts the LEGOs on it when she hears a voice behind her. “Ahm” Amelia turns around and sees a tall woman looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Umm Hi?” Amelia says scared. Amelia just hoped that this woman was the owner and that this wouldn’t affect her interview tomorrow.

Please let me know what you think about the story so far ❤️ Chapter.2 "So, who are you exactly?" Amelia ask's the driver of the car she's in. "You don't need to worry about that kid I'm just doing Nelson a favor, understand?" The man said not showing any kind of emotion. "Yeah but I'm not a kid I'm 22." Amelia said proudly. The man looks over at her up and down before looking back at the rood. "You may be 22 but you look like your 2." Amelia shuts up and decides that it's best just to sit back and relax for the ride. Amelia looks out the window of the moving car watching house's and tree pass them by as they are getting closer to the edge of the city, she grew up in. Amelia looks over at the man trying to guess what his deal might be, but she can't seem to think of anything. "Can you tell me where we are going at least?" The man sighs loudly. "Look I don't know your name, I don't want to know it, it's my job is to get you to where Nelson told me to take you to and that's it no talking no questions nothing." 'Well that is dumb what does he want me to do this while time? I don't even know where the hell we are going!!! I swear if he doesn't stop for bathroom breaks, I will scream.' Amelia was trying to keep her mind busy talking to herself but after a while she thought she was going insane. "Next gas station is our only break so go to the bathroom and I'll give you 10 bucks to get some snacks. When you are done hurry back out here got it?" The man says keeping his eyes on the road the whole time not even looking at Amelia while he talked. "Yeah I got it. Bathroom, Snacks then leave." Amelia said while staring out the window hoping they stopped soon. "Ahh shit I can't send you in by yourself dammit. Let me fill us up then I'll take you inside." The man had forgot that everyone will think she's a lost little kid and he knew it would be best if he went with her. After another 30 minutes of driving the man spotted a gas station and pulled in, quickly getting out of his car and starting to fill it with gas before he goes around to Amelia's side to let her out. "Can you go faster I got to pee man!" Amelia said running away from him into the gas station. She ran past the guy at the counter into the women's bathroom barely getting to the toilet in time. "God that was too close, I'm not drinking any water for the rest of this ride." Amelia looked down at herself sitting on the toilet realizing just how big it was compared to her. "Hey girl you in here?" The man yells standing outside of the door. "Yeah I'm finishing up give me a minute." Amelia cleaned herself up as best as she could and pulled up her panties and pants noticing a small damp patch on them. "Shit." "What's wrong?" The man yells again. "Nothing its fine I'm coming." Amelia finishes washing her hands before heading out to the man. The man hands Amelia a ten-dollar bill before going over and grabbing some smokes for himself. Amelia looked up and down the aisles before finding some snacks she wanted for the rest of the ride. She carefully carried them over to the counter barely being able to place them on it. "Hey kid you need help at all?" The gas station employee asked. "No, I'm fine thanks." Amelia said hand the guy the ten. "You want your change kid it's 11 cents. "No keep it." Amelia grabs her stuff from the counter before walked back to the car and getting back in her seat. "Kid you really should be sitting in the back" The man says as he gets back into the driver seat. "You're kidding, right?" She notices that he has a serious look on his face and decides it's best to get in the back. Amelia sat in back of the car pissed about not being able to sit in the front but she had no idea who this guy was and thought it best to stay on his good side since he was giving her the ride to wherever she was going. Amelia felt like they had been driving for 12 hours seeing the sun dip below the horizon. "Hey how long tell we get there?" Amelia was happy she didn't get any water at their stop or else she would have had to already pee. "Might as well go to sleep kid it will be a while still." The man said used to driving for long times like this. "Again I'm 22 years old not a kid." Amelia pouted before resting her head on the window. "Look I don't care how old you are just go to sleep and make my job easier." Then man said hoping she would listen, and he could get a break from her. "Fine I'll go to bed just wake me up when we get there." Amelia looked in the bag that Amy and Nelson had gave her and pulled out a blanket she could cover herself up in before closing her eyes and trying to sleep. Amelia dreams were fill with flashbacks of her parents and brothers growing up always picking on her for being so small or the times she wet her bed. This caused Amelia toss and turn in the back seat of the car for hours before she felt herself being touched by someone causing her to become wide awake. "Huh what's going on?!?!" Amelia yelled. "Hey, calm down we are here." The man said watching Amelia rub the sleep from her eyes. "Where is here?" Amelia asked putting her blanket back in the bag. "We are at the hotel you will be staying at for a little while. I was told its paid for 2 months after that the rest is up to you to do." The man reaches into his pocket before grabbing a key card. "Here I got your key already, get to you room and someone will be by in an hour with some stuff for you." Amelia got out of the car with her stuff before she watched the guy quickly get back in the car and take off away from the hotel. "Fucking prick couldn't tell me his name, couldn't tell me where we were going. Hell, I don't even know what state I'm in or even were I'm at......" Amelia sighs heavily. "Well this is just great, at least the card has the room number on it." Amelia walked into the Hotel before looking for the hallway with her number. After walked all the way to the end of the hall she found her room. She slipped the card in the slot hearing it unlock she opens the door and heads in letting it close behind her before tossing what she has on the bed then quickly running into the bathroom. Amelia barely gets to the toilet on time again. "Wish I would have known my bladder would get this week before I got in the car would have got something to help at least." Amelia sighs before finishing up and stripping off her clothes to hot in the shower for a long overdue bath. Amelia finishes up her bath and steps out grabbing a towel making sure to dry herself off well not wanting anything to happen to her new self. She walks out the bed and digs in the bag before finding some plan colored clothes that at least made her look a bit older. "Well whoever is bring what should be here soon." Amelia said looking at the clock before grabbing the remote and deciding to watch some tv for a little bit. Before Amelia knew it, she heard on a knock on her door and a voice asking for Amelia. "Nelson sent me open the door Amelia." The voice on the other end of the door said. Amelia went over to the door before unlocking it and opening it letting the person in. "Hello young lady I'm here with some stuff for you to help you out. Also, you can just call me J dear?" J said before sitting down in the only chair in the room. "Um Hello J I have no idea what you got for me I was not told much before I got sent here." Amelia says with a bit of concern in her voice. "Don't worry sweetie it will be fine. I got you a new ID a new Birth certificate and a Social Security number for you that match your new identity." Amelia watched as he pulled out a folder and handed everything to her, she looked it all over and was amazed at everything. "Umm thanks but isn't this illegal?" Amelia knew she was already wanted for questioning at least she didn't want fraud on her in her new home too. "Yes and no. Right now, it is illegal to anyone looking at it, but once you do a few things it will look legal." J said smiling at Amelia. "Ok what do you mean? How do you make this legal?" Amelia was thinking this guy must be nuts or something who the hell did Nelson have meet her. "You need to open a bank account, get your first paycheck from a job and some mail, then go try and get your drivers License in this state. After that make it look like you were born and raised in this state even fake school records." J smiled seeing how she was looking at him. "That's it?" Amelia knew there had to be more, but she wasn't sure what. "After that I will call each week on a phone, I give you to make sure no one has found out who you really are. If you don't answer my call, I will call back each day for 3 days after that. If you don't answer then I will delete your new identity so nothing can be traced back to me in case, you got in trouble." J saw the wheels turning in her head as she stared at him with an empty look. "So, wait if I don't talk to you at least once every 10 days you will delete my identity why?" Amelia wasn't sure why he would even do that. She thought he was supposed to help her. "It's only for the first year Amelia after that the phone I gave you becomes useless and you are Amelia forever dear." J smiled at her letting that sink in. "Ok I'll do not like I have much of a choice to say no do i?" Amelia said looking at him. "Nope it's yes or yes." J laughed a bit at his own small joke. "Oh, and Amelia before I forget you have a job interview across town at a toy store. Tomorrow at 1, here's a map for you." J pulls out a map he drew on some paper before giving it to Amelia. Once J sees her start to look it over, he gets up and quickly leaving the phone and a charger in the chair he was in before leaving the room. "What the hell is with fucking everyone just leaving so damn quick." Amelia screams. "I swear if I ever get a chance to talk to Nelson again, I'm going to ask him why the hell does he know so many weird ass people." Amelia says before looking back over the papers in her hand. Amelia then notices 4 small letters in the bottom left of the map J drew her. Amelia starts to say them out loud to herself. C A L I? What the hell is C A L I." Amelia said before putting them together and screaming it out in shock. "I'M IN CALIFORNIA??!?!?! WHAT THE HELL!" Now that Amelia thought back to it, that was why the guy driving the car wanted her to sleep so he could finish the drive without her knowing where she was going to end up. Amelia goes over the big and looks inside it pulling everything out before looking in the small purse and seeing all the money and card she had been give with a small note explaining what to do with it. Amelia's stomach starts to make noise, realizing she hasn't had any food since before she went to sleep she looks for the hotel room phone and decides to order a pizza for the day know that should feed her for at least 2 days. Amelia wanted for the pizza before thinking maybe after eating some she might go for a walk and see where her interview is at, so she doesn't it lost. After 45 minutes Amelia hears a knock on the door and a guy saying pizza. "I'm coming." Amelia opens the door and see's some teenage kid holding the pizza. "Hey kid where's you mommy and daddy? "I ordered the pizza jackass just give me the damn things." Amelia tosses a 20 at him before waiting for him to hand her the pizza. "Calm down shorty here's your pizza" The teenager hands her the pizza before he picks up the money and see Amelia slam the door in his face. "Fucking brat." The kid says before walking away happy at least got a small tip. "Asshole." Amelia says walking over to the bed and jumping up on it watch some TV and eat her Pizza. "Not bad but I've had better." Amelia says before looking at the clock with Pizza still in her mouth. "Only 1:37? Guess I should get going and see some of the town need to kill some time." Amelia got up and put her shoes on before heading to the door with a slice of pizza in hand. Amelia opened the door before looking back at the room and being a little sad at how empty it was, it reminded her of her apartment she had. Amelia made up her mind she was going to make sure she made some friends in this new town, whatever the towns name might be. Amelia closed the door behind her before heading out to see the city and get an idea of her new home.

Thanks for all your wonderful comments! Chapter 2 of Emily's Cabin is officially released. Emily slowly opened the door to the nursery being careful not to make too much noise. She was carrying a plastic feeder-bag with some sort of thick white mixture in it. Walking up to the crib she checked the bottle attached to the end of Daniel's pacifier as well as his diaper to see if he had wet. "tsk tsk tsk, this bottle is still half full and he's completely dry. I guess I have no choice but to punish him." Emily unscrewed the bottle from Daniel's pacifier, picked him up over her shoulder and moved him to a large baby-bouncer at the edge of the room. Emily strapped Daniel into the baby bouncer making sure that his restraints were nice and tight. Once she was certain he wasn't going anywhere she hopped over to the closet and got out what appeared to be a large medical I.V pole, which she hung the feeder-bag to. "I think it's time to wake the baby." Emily said attaching the end of the feeder-bag tubing to Daniel's pacifier. Emily reached her hand in a small pouch on the side of the baby bouncer and pulled out a small remote. The remote was quite simple the only things it had on it was a small LCD screen and two dials on the front, as well as a switch on the side for power. With a twing in her eyes and a smug grin on her face Emily flicked the power switch on the remote and slowly turned the dial until the LCD screen read "Level: 1 Mode: Gentle". Instantly the squishy soft seat of the baby bouncer started to gently bounce up and down. ***** I woke up, sensing continuous movement, like my body was moving without me. Slowly I opened my drowsy eyes and noticed that my body was indeed moving without me. I had been placed in some sort of over sized sit-down toddler trampoline and it was forcing me to bounce up and down. Upon further inspection I also had a long plastic tube coming from the pacifier gag that was forced into my mouth. and leading to a large hanging bag with some sort of thick white liquid in it. "Good morning sleepy head! Are you having fun in your new baby-bouncer? I noticed baby didn't finish his bottle last night, even though I explicitly asked him too and to make it even worse you didn't even wet your diaper, not even a dribble!. So I figured I'd help the baby work up an appetite and loosen up some of those muscles." Emily cooed at me patronizingly my body still gently bouncing up and down in the baby bouncer. I started thrashing my body and screaming, desperately trying to get out of this stupid bouncer so that I could get the heck out of this place. All my screams were muffled due to the pacifier gag and my thrashing just caused my body to force the baby-bouncer to bounce me even higher. "Aww, look at how much fun my little baby is having in his little bouncer! I bet you're working up an appetite from all that playing, well don't worry Mommy came prepared." Emily went over to the plastic bag hanging from the metal pole and turned a small valve where the bag connected to the tubing causing the liquid to slowly flow down the tubing into my mouth. I was forced to swallow the liquid, with each bounce otherwise I'd start choking on it. I started sucking on the pacifier gag trying to get it over with, otherwise I'd be sitting here for who knows how long being drip-fed this milky-mixture. I could feel the mixture sloshing around in my stomach, I wasn't even half-way through with the bag and my stomach felt like it was going to explode. "What a good boy sucking on his paci! Yes he is! That milky is really yummy huh? Yes it is! Now that you have some nourishment in you I think it's safe to put your new toy up to Level 2" Emily put on a sadistic grin, switching the dial on the remote to Level 2. Instantly I started bouncing higher and faster, the sloshing in my stomach intensifying with every bounce. What's worse is that I could feel my bladder and bowels filling up like water in a water balloon, My face tensing up from me doing my absolute best to hold it in. "Does baby have to make poopies? I can see Baby's poor scrunched up face like he's trying to keep something in. Poor Baby, you should know better than to hold that stuff in, you could hurt yourself. Well don't worry, Mommy has just the thing to curb that naughty habit." Emily took the remote and switched the level dial to level 3 The bouncer started practically launching me into the air at this point, causing me to empty my bladder and bowels inside my diaper leaving a gross squishy mess which was only made messier with each bounce in the baby bouncer. "Did baby make number onesies and number twosies in his diapey for Mommy like a good boy? I think he did." Emily turned off the bouncer and walked up, sliding a finger down the front of my diaper to see if I had wet. "What a good boy, you did onesies AND twosies! Mommy is so proud of you. Because you were such a good boy and did number one as well as number two, Mommy will stop your punishment" Emily turned the baby-bouncer remote to level 0.5 which caused it to jump more like small hops instead of giant moon-gravity leaps. "Alright now you enjoy your little baby-bouncer while Mommy goes and gets some work done. Apparently there's some hiker lost in the woods and everyone's looking for him, I wonder who that could be." Emily gave me a wink before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. There I sat bouncing in a baby-bouncer which I was strapped to, milk being drip-fed into my mouth from a bag suspended from a metal pole and to top it all off, helplessly waiting for my captor to get back and to make it all worse I had a soaking wet diaper on which was only getting more disgusting with each bounce which made the shit and piss spread all throughout the confines of the diaper. At the very least it seems like there's an ongoing search to find me though, so even if I can't escape this place there's still hope for me yet. I'm still going to try to escape though. Sitting strapped in this bouncer gave me a chance to look around at my surroundings, maybe find a way out of this place. At first I saw no obvious means of escape, but after a few minutes I noticed something very promising. The heavy-duty straps used to tie me to the crib had a slight rip in them. If I could break this strap and free up one of my hands it might just give me enough of my movement back in order for me to get out of here. Unfortunately that was the only thing I could find that would seem feasible to achieve. All other times Emily watched me like a hawk so there wasn't much I could get away with. The literal crap in my diaper was starting to smell, up until this point the smell was just extremely irritating but now that it's been fermenting for a good 20 minutes or so it smells like literal sewage. I was left stewing for quite a while after that before Emily finally returned to the room. "Alright baby let's see what we got here." Emily walked over to the feeding bag and saw it was now empty. "Everything seems good, you drank up all your milkies, you did number onesies AND number twosies, all that's left before I change your diaper is number threesies!" My eyes shot wide open 'wait what? number threesies...I don't know what that is and I'm pretty sure I don't want to.' I thought to myself my whole body starting to quiver. ====End of Chapter 2==== As always I'd love to read what you guys have to say, your comments keep me motivated to continue writing stories.

This is a work of fiction but I do hope y'all enjoy. Also as a warning I do have a tendency to write heavily sexual scenes; so if that isn't your thing I suggest stop reading now. Anyways wothout further ado. Chapter 3 The room was now as silent as a church during Christmas candlelight service; while I racked my brain to find a plausible excuse to explain the diaper that was just used to smack me across the face and leave me speechless. “No words huh baby?” Cindy said condescendingly. “Well lucky for you. You won’t need words much longer. Open your mouth!” When I hesitated for a brief second, Cindy smacked my face with the diaper again. “Now!” She commanded. I opened my mouth slightly and that is when Catherine came into the conversation. Catherine placed a pacifier in my mouth. “ I always thought you were immature and now you will be wearing the proper attire. Maybe now my daughter will be able to find a real man.” I could feel some emotions start rising up and Cindy noticed.” Oh is the poor little diaper boy going to cry when his new grammy says something mean to him. Come on ladies let’s put a diaper on the big cry baby.” She took me by the hand and led me to what had been my guest bedroom but now had been remodeled to something completely different. Now instead of a king size bed there was an air mattress on the floor surrounded by temporary plastic baby fencing. What had been my closet full of clothes was now packed nearly full with bags of diapers. I looked around in shock and I had to fight to hold back tears. The full weight of my girlfriend’ ominous text began to sink in. “Your wildest fantasy is about to come true. Whether you like it or not.” As I continued fighting back tears, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Cindy. “This is your room now. The air mattress and barricades are temporary because I am having a crib built just for you, and I won’t be changing you on the floor for long. I ordered a massage table that should be the perfect height for your new Mommy and her friends to change your wet and smelly diapers. Won’t that be fun?” I didn’t respond right away and Catherine smacked my bottom hard enough that I lurched forward a couple inches and I was able to feel the sting on my backside even through my jeans. “Your new Mommy asked you a question diaper boy. Won’t all this be fun?” I meekly nodded my head in agreement. Though truth be told I was terrified at what my life was going to become and what other “fantasies” my girlfriend was going to have me live out. “Go lie down on the blanket baby boy and Mommy and her friends will be over in just a second to put you in a nice and thick comfy diaper.” Cindy patted my bottom and urged me forward. I shuffled forward to where there was a blanket spread out on the floor not far from the closet, and laid down as I was told to. Catherine came and kneeled beside me and began to unbutton my jeans. Out of instinct I moved my hands down to protest but Catherine slapped my hands away. “Don’t worry diaper boy I have changed plenty of diapers and you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. So unless you want me to tie your hands up I suggest you let me finsih.” I could no longer hold back tears. I felt a single tear roll down out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek. Cindy, Elle and Alicia sat down beside Catherine. “Aw look the poor little baby is crying. Does he wike his new Mommy and her friends putting him in didees.” Alicia asked in annoying baby talk. “No baby talk Alicia, we’re only going to use grown up words around this baby; because I want him to know exactly what he is in for.” Cindy told her. “Ok,” Alicia replied before pushing my pacifier into my mouth. “Suck on your binky diaper boy. That will help calm you down while we get you all diapered up.” My jeans and underwear was removed and I laid there bottomless in front of the three women. “Well I hope for you sake Cindy; he’s a grower and not a shower,” Catherine said. Which brought a little bit of derisive laughter from the other women. “He’s got plenty to satisfy Mom, and he has a wonderful tongue too.” I could feel my cheeks burning redder as Cindy and her Mom discussed our sex life so nonchalantly. “A wonder tongue uh?” Catherine asked. “Well maybe if things go the way we talked about earlier we’ll just have to test that out .” Now I was mortified at the implication that I would be made to orally please Cindy’s mom, and who knew who else as well. “Fine by me Mom, but make sure that you keep him all diapered up. Speaking of I guess we should get that done now, but I don’t think baby boy’s have this much pubic hair so we should probably help him with that.” “Elle would you go grab the trimmer from the bathroom. Grab that bag from the pharmacy too, I think my new baby boy is about to get his first Brazilian. Oh by the way that reminds me; we need to have the carpenter who is making his changing table add stirrups to it just like a gyno chair.” “Yeah,” Alicia chimed in. “Make sure you have him add some restraints as well because when his legs are up and restrained that will be the perfect position to peg his ass.” “Alicia, you’re so naughty, but I like the way you think.” Cindy added. “Mom would you mind calling him and asking him to add those.” “Sure thing sweetie, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a strap-on cinched tight up against my pussy while I pound some poor lost boy’ ass.” “Damn mom! Who knew you had such latent pent up sexual frustration.” “You don’t know the half of it sweetie. Your father passed years ago, and I haven’t had a real cock since then. Literotica and a dildo can only get you off so many times before you want the real thing again.” “Well Mom I’m sure you will be doing plenty of babysitting and there will be enough time for your future son in law and you to get to know each other.” At the words ‘son-in-law’ I tried to sit upright. While I had thought about asking Cindy to marry me it hadn’t occurred to me to ask yet; as we had only been dating for a little over a year now. Cindy must’ve sensed my bewilderment. “I forgot to tell you baby boy, Elle is an ordained minister so she is going to marry us here soon; that way I have access to your bank account. Otherwise, how else will I be able to pay for all the stuff my new baby boy needs.” I could no longer hold my back my shock and I began to cry freely. “Please don’t do this to me.” I begged. “Oh no baby boy, this is happening. Whether you want it to or not. Not only did we find the diaper you left out in plain sight, but we also found those stories you printed off and hid in the bathroom; so you could do who knows what while you were in there. There was also the internet history and the Tumblr app that you left open on your laptop. Those two things alone gave us enough of an idea of your depravity to realize this is what you want. So like I’ve said before I love you and want to make you happy so this is how it is going to be.” I couldn’t argue with her reasons; because they were all true. For too long I had fantasized about this happening and now that it was, I was terrified. “Don’t worry baby boy,” Cindy continued. “ Our wedding reception will be the perfect time to have your baby shower too; so we’ll make sure to have a nice registry somewhere so all our friends and family can buy you what you need. Now enough talk time for Mommy to get rid of all your yucky pubic hair so when I change your diaper it will be much easier.”

Busted! That’s not going to be easy to talk yourself out of that mess. What 4 or 5 ladies all seemingly out to take you down a notch. That isn’t a position I would care to find myself in. Looking forward to reading more. This was well worth a like.