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42 - Bathtime Blues Hear the knob! Ready for the pounce! Plant your feet and–! “Welcome hom–!” Emily shouted with a cheer as she started to soar, yet the train barreling through the doorway had caught her completely and expectedly. She couldn’t finish her signature line because her face was currently being smothered into her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Awwwhhh! My sweet baby girl!” Joyce cooed and rocked, shaking her all over as her hips turned one way then the other. “I missed you so much! So-so-so much!” A refreshing gasp of air entered Emily’s lungs once her face was released. “Home!” she finished her line, “At least let me finish!” With Joyce’s burst of emotional Amazonian strength, she supported Emily in her arms long enough to knock the door shut with her backside before putting her back on her feet. Standing from the slate entrance she gave Emily another tight hug, propped up on the wooden floor. “Didja miss me?” Emily giggled. “Did I miss you?” Joyce scoffed with a gasp right before another smothering affection. With some distance between their lips she doubled down again. “Yes, I missed you!” And yet all her excitement and love was just a front. “I…I’m sorry I took so long to get back to you last night…” “And I said last night that it was fine…” Emily leaned out on her ledge to pat Joyce’s head with a grin. “But you didn’t tell me much…” She made a sly face. “So? What happened? Anything fun? Crazy?” Joyce pulled her suitcase up and into the home. “It was…interesting.” “Ouuuu~!” Emily ‘ahhed’ all the way to the bedroom, poking Joyce’s jacket all the way. “Crazy kind of interesting? What’d you see? Did Carol do anything? What was the place like?” “It was…normal. Carol was fine, though we sort of split up for most of it…” Normal? Something like that? The enthusiasm had been killed some. “Oh, was it? Uhm…so what was it like?” “Lots of people at a restaurant sort of place… Name tags. Conversations…boring stuff.” A sideways glance had been earned. Her sales pitch clearly wasn’t very dazzling. Emily hopped on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs by the unzipped luggage. “Y’know, when you weren’t telling me much last night, I figured you were saving it for once you got home...” “I would tell you if something meaningful happened,” Joyce chuckled, dismissively. “It was actually just like one of my normal business dinners…” So it’s a very good thing Emily didn’t go… “...Okay.” With a shirt hanging from her hands, Joyce looked at her expectantly, hiding her own guilt. “You don’t believe me?” “No…?” Emily tilted her head. “Just gotta feeling.” “A feeling?” “Uh-huh,” Emily nodded. Maybe she was starting to read minds like Joyce, too? “You can tell me, you know?” “Tell you about what?” Tell her about Isabelle… “Something happened,” Emily pointed her finger accusingly, “I know it.” “...Nothing happened. More importantly, what time did you get to bed last night? I called you pretty late, you know?” “No!” a whine escaped the excited girl, “You can’t do that! Answer my question first!” “And are you dodging mine?” Joyce flipped the script. “Times. I want them.” “A little before midnight– there! Now answer my–!” But Joyce’s eyebrows were already ascending at an incredible speed. As high as could be before Emily had a snowball’s chance in hell of finishing her pseudo-big girl defense. “A little before midnight? This is why I don’t leave you home alone…” Joyce sighed with a face held in her hand. “After how hard I’ve worked to get you on a sleep schedule…” “I was on one before and it was one time!” It wasn’t even a school night! “And one is enough to make you excited into trying for two,” Joyce tutted, putting away the last of her clothes. “Early bedtime tonight. Both of us.” “Then you do it by yourself!” Emily deflected, clearly not likened to the idea of going down with the ship. “What? It’s my first night back and you don’t want to snuggle together?” “Urgh!” Emily grit her teeth, doing her best to shoulder the blow to her heart. Damn! No cuddles without Joyce…? “I’ll…snuggle, but I’m staying up after.” And just for good measure, “but I’ll go to sleep at our normal time…” “Once I fall asleep you’ll be free to go,” Joyce smiled amicably. Sure. Go stay up late if you think you can wiggle out of my arms tonight…! With the crooked deal having been made, their walk and talk continued over to the closet. “Oh, that’s right; Sheila stopped by last night, didn’t she?” It was a very brief conversation last night over the phone. There was difficulty in trying to talk to Emily just to hear her voice without spilling her own situation over. And with a surge of vividly embarrassing and truthfully joyful memories, Emily nodded simply, “Yeah, she did.” Apparently Sheila must’ve contacted Joyce at some point. Good to know it was planned, at least the file part. Dinner though…? “Uh-huh,” Joyce wheeled the empty case back in its place, “I’m sorry I didn’t know any sooner to tell you. She’s usually in and out, but I should’ve told you to expect someone… I take it that she was quick, right?” “...Yeah.” Emily may have been lucky earlier having a ‘feeling,’ but Joyce with her feelings stacked on top of keen intuition struck much more confidently. “What happened?” “What?” Emily stammered, avoiding eye contact as she strolled back over to the bed. “Nothing happened…!” This was certainly weird. Emily was hiding something about Sheila visiting? That didn’t sit right with the mommy in charge at all. Not one bit. “No, spill it. I know something happened.” And don’t make me check the security cameras… “We just talked a little, is all…” “Talked?” Was talking about anything worth keeping a secret over? “Emily, what happened?” Sheila, of all people? What did she do? “It’s not even that big of a deal…” “Which is why you’re gonna tell me?” Ouch. Hands on the hips. It wasn’t looking good for Emily. “It was just about stuff…” “Stuff?” Stuff? “What kind of stuff?” “...Secret.” “No,” Joyce shook her head, “nuh-uh, no secrets.” No secrets from the two people either emotionally or contractually obligated to tell her nothing but the truth. Sheila told the truth if she wanted to keep her job. Emily told the truth if she wanted ice cream or a diaper change. But more importantly, why did anything happen with Sheila at all? Wasn’t she just a go and get it done type? Since when did that change? “Nope,” Emily shook her head right back, wrists and back on their bed, “not gonna tell.” After all, she swore to secrecy with Sheila… “Emily…” that expectant motherly tone was starting to flare. Then the smaller girl made a daring taunt. “What’re you gonna do, not cuddle with me?” Joyce’s muscles stiffened. Crud. It would appear that a deadlock had been reached. “...Why can’t you tell me what happened?” Joyce tried to negotiate; something she certainly did not like being made to do. “Because I promised not to…” Promised not to tell Joyce anything that Sheila said about her. Then some dots started to connect for Emily and the verbiage her girlfriend had been using was reviewed. “Oh, wait! I can tell you what happened, but not what we talked about?” A great sigh and roll of her eyes dropped Joyce right on the bed next to her. “Well start from there, silly.” Goodness, to think this was about to escalate to tickle torture all over just a simple misunderstanding! “She stayed for dinner,” Emily said quite simply and openly, despite how awkward it actually was at first. “Dinner?” Joyce cocked an eyebrow. “Sheila did?” “Yeah,” Emily nodded. “Though…she kinda invited herself to stay…” At one point it had crossed her mind that maybe it was all something that Joyce had put her secretary up to, but the look on her girlfriend’s face was telling a different story. “Was she not supposed to?” “No…not really. She sent me a message about having to get a file from my computer last night, but that was it. So, she stayed for dinner? Sheila did?” The same Sheila that wouldn’t even accept a drink from her boss? Now Emily was propping herself back up. “Wait, so her staying over wasn’t your idea?” Joyce shook her head pensively. “No, it wasn’t. That’s…really not like her. When did she leave?” “After she made us dinner…?” “Sheila made dinner? For you both?” Were they talking about the same person? Sheila had access to their home, yes, but that was strictly for work reasons. What reason was there in staying to have dinner? None of this was sitting well at all. Uh-oh. Sheila was maybe in trouble… Emily kept most of her thoughts to herself, although she did ask, “Should…should I have said no? I was trying to call you about her being there that whole time…” “It’s just a little weird is all, I guess. I’ll be talking to her about it tomorrow at work, though. Did…anything weird happen?” Anything weird other than being made dinner? Anything weird other than accidentally being caught wearing her footie pajamas from the nursery that she wasn’t supposed to? Lord, she hoped Joyce didn’t check those cameras… “No…we just talked, I guess. It was actually kinda fun…” Fun? With Sheila? Not that Sheila wasn’t fun or interesting, probably, but Joyce couldn’t speak to any of that. Sheila was a shadow that took notes and made the world bend to her boss’ whims. Not the sociable and friendly face that cooked dinner for people? “And what’d you two talk about?” Emily’s mouth clamped shut. Joyce rolled her eyes. “It was about me, wasn’t it?” “--No!” Emily blurted out, though she couldn’t have sounded less convincing if she tried. Baiting Emily was so easy that it almost made Joyce feel bad. “Uh-huh?” Joyce nodded with a grin, one that didn’t believe for a single second that it wasn’t about her. “Let me guess: bad stuff?” While there was the option to stay in denial, Emily hardly had the fortitude to commit to something like that, especially against Joyce. Maybe it was a mind over matter situation, but trying to beat Joyce in a battle of wits simply seemed impossible. The thought of triumph alone was too exhausting to imagine. “No, good stuff! Joyce stuff… The stuff you won’t tell me about work!” “The stuff I don’t talk about because I want to keep that stuff separate, Emily.” Gosh, did Sheila actually talk about her at work? What if she mentioned something about how she can blow up at others? Appear as scary or intimidate others? Emily had no business knowing that. She was supposed to see Joyce as a mother and a lover, not a tyrant! The thought of affecting that persona was legitimately vexing. Did her secretary really just go and ruin all of that? “Well I thought it was really cool stuff…” Emily put on an exaggerated sulk. “I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one you get upset with…” Joyce spun her head and Emily raised her giggling hands defensively. “Relax! If anything, it really just sounds like you’re the same way at work as you are here?” Joyce was reluctant to leave it at that, but hopeful that’s where Emily’s conclusions actually stuck. “...Maybe a little,” she sighed, “but I don’t tell you that stuff for a reason, Emily. I don’t want to be a businesswoman to you. I want to be your girlfriend…” When things had first started Joyce’s wealth alone was already a straining force on their relationship. Now that they were finally somewhere to get beyond that, the thought of trying to add any more turmoil to the mix just felt wrong. “And you still are, Joyce…” Emily draped her arms up and over Joyce’s shoulders. “I like hearing about your work? I guess I got excited because Sheila told me something that you wouldn’t… Don’t get angry at her.” Joyce was certainly feeling something for her trusted confidant. “Okay. We’ll leave it at that. Thank you for being honest with me,” even if it had taken a little tooth pulling. “So, more importantly, what did you two have for dinner?” “Oh…uhm, pasta and a salad?” “As good as my cooking, though?” And suddenly whether it was friend or foe, secretary or stranger, treatment for Emily was always an ongoing competition. “No, not as good,” Emily assured, though more so to stroke her partner’s ego. And come to think of it, Joyce definitely won by a landslide. After all, Sheila had made the rookie mistake of using beets of all things. Good thing Emily was skilled in making it look like she was eating them. A thought crossed the girl’s mind to request that the vegetable be blacklisted right then, but knowing Joyce… Well, as of late, telling Joyce the things that she did not like always seemed to somehow make them that much more common in her life. Yucky vegetables would not be discussed on this day. Redacted. And as great of a sight as Joyce was to look at, Emily happened to look back down at her suitcase and notice the shopping bag inside of it. Just as she started to move for it, Joyce smoothly pushed it away. “No, not yet,” Joyce teased, and Emily frowned. “What? Did you get me a souvenir or something?” “Sort of? Guess you’re gonna have to wait and find out, huh?” “Or…you could just let me see now?” Joyce rose from the bed, standing with Emily’s legs around her waist. She taunted ever so lovingly right back, “Or you can wait until it’s time to show you?” Then she made a loud sniff. “Hmm…Emily, did you take a shower while I was gone yesterday?” “Oh come on! Stop exaggerating! I was too busy!” “Too busy napping and having dinner made for you by my secretary?” “W-well…” Emily didn’t need much time to think as she was carried down the hall. “Yeah. You wouldn’t get it. It was a ‘had to be there’ sort of thing…” With the flick of a switch the spacious bathroom was on and the lights were living. “That so? Well, what do you say to a nice scrub-a-dub in the tub so I can get you nice and squeaky clean?” And Emily answered right back with her own obnoxious sniffing. “I’d say you need a bath too, missy.” “Oh,” Joyce scoffed with a laugh, “I know I smell fine! You’re just jealous I’m not on a bathtime schedule, is that it?” “Say whatever you want,” Emily with a nasally pitch shrugged as she pinched her nose. “I’d just hate for everyone to think how stinky you are tomorrow!” Joyce sat Emily on the step beside the rim of the tub before rolling up her sleeve to turn on the faucet. “No, I guess I probably do need a bath now that your stinky-ness is rubbing off on me, huh?” “Sorry Joyce, I think that’s just you~!” Emily called after her girlfriend who disappeared from the bathroom. Not a minute later and she was back with a familiar shopping bag from a suitcase that’d been punched out of Emily’s reach. “New fancy towels?” Emily mused. “Oh! Conditioner? I actually wanted to try some new stuff that I saw on TV the other day!” Joyce always did know just how to surprise her! “Close!” Joyce giggled excitedly with the bag in her lap. “I got a couple things, actually…!” “Well don’t make me wait!” Emily crawled over to peer inside, but Joyce already pulled out the first thing. A tall bottle of many words and a large logo of a shiny soap bubble. Not what she was quite expecting. “Ta-da!” Joyce cheered, and not a second later she was gingerly pouring the bottle into the filling bath. “Wait, bubble bath soap?” Emily asked as she watched the tiniest bubbles already starting to form. Maybe not what she was quite expecting, but fair enough… “I saw some at the airport! As soon as I saw it, I knew we had to get some!” Finally making good on a promise that’d been a long time coming, it felt good to realize just a couple more desires. It went without saying that Emily couldn’t remember the last time she’d mingled with bubbles in a bath since ever, nor if a memory even existed with them. So while she wasn’t quite excited to receive the gift, it was a souvenir nonetheless that clearly made Joyce happy. Wrapping her arms around Joyce, Emily smiled. “Thank you for the gift!” “You’re very welcome!” Joyce hugged her right back. “But…! There’s more!” More than that? Well, come to think of it, the bag did seem a bit bigger than what just a single bottle of soap would call for… Emily’s hands latched on to the plastic bag, stationary for long enough to let Joyce swipe them away, but she didn’t. Interpreting that as consent, Emily looked inside the bag. There were multiple plastic cubes inside. Plastic packaging, at least. Clear cubes of stuff that had bright colored packaging and labeling trims on all their edges. Bathtime Blast! They were certainly not the puzzles she wanted to take into the bath like last time. Emily pulled out one of the cubes and looked at it. It was a generously sized bath toy sitting in both her hands. A spherical puffer fish stared back at her with a cartoonish smile and flimsy fins attached to its ball-like body. Admittedly unsure of how to react, Emily grinned dumbly as she asked what was already obvious, “Bath toys?” “So no more asking about bringing anything else in the bath, alright?” Joyce said as she dumped the bag of toys on the floor. There were five other cubes just like the one Emily had pulled out. A shark, an octopus, a clown fish, a turtle, a crab, and a sea urchin? If nothing else, it was admittedly kind of cool that they were all part of a matching set… Joyce always was good at accessorizing. “You didn’t actually need to get me these, you know?” Emily laughed as she helped with opening the packaging. “And let your baths stay boring?” Joyce couldn’t have sounded like it was any worse of a turn off. “You don’t have to play with them, but from now on if you’re in the bath, so are they.” With one ceremonious plump after another, each rubber toy splashed with the water as every saltwater creature was made acquainted with its freshwater home. Emily was next pulling off her shirt while Joyce had her pants and underwear sliding off all in the same stroke. “You’re getting in too,” Emily reminded her by undoing the button on Joyce’s jeans. And without the strength or will to reverse the process, Joyce undid the zipper next. “Okay…fine. You win.” “What? Do you not wanna take a bath with me that badly?” “Obviously not,” off came her shirt, “but I figured maybe with one less thing to play with you might actually try out your new toys!” “I’ll play with them…!” Emily groaned with her hands slapping the surface of the soapy water. “Are you sure they’re souvenirs for me, by the way? Kinda just seems like something you want to see me with…” “And I almost might have agreed with you, had you not been squeezing one of them just now,” Joyce was smiling ear to ear, catching Emily red-handed, or crab-handed specifically, who didn’t even realize just how aimless and distracted her hands were. Suddenly some of the local aquatic life was soaring across the tub with another splash. “It’s still a fair question…” “A question that will remain a mystery,” Joyce sufficed with a pat on Emily’s bare bum. “Now hop in. If we’re quick we can still fit in lunch!” And while managing lunch into such a tight timeframe was a questionable squeeze, somehow two adults and an armful of bath toys into a massive tub was not. The realization alone was enough to make Emily laugh as she smacked the water again. “It’s kinda like an ocean if you think about it?” “An ocean that barely has any life in it…” Joyce looked at the spread glumly. The unfortunate drawback to having a big tub was the steep number of toys that was needed to fill it. “I should have bought you more…” While she was feeling awfully proud in the store with so many toys, her imagination had clearly sold her bathroom short. “It’s fine,” Emily said, swiping a toy as she scooched right up against Joyce in the water. “You really set the bar so high for yourself in the weirdest ways, ya know…” “It’s because I care,” Joyce kissed the top of her head, reaching outside the tub for an empty cup. “Besides, what I love about you so much is how you’re always fidgeting with something,” she chuckled, “so I really do think these are great for you.” Whether it was Pip, a puzzle, a pillow, or Joyce herself, Emily in her blankest of moments always was busying herself with something, whether she realized it or not. But most importantly, a justified reason for babying Emily? Quite simply that put Mommy over the moon, and for Emily it put her head in a weird, cushy space. Just as a soapy dribble was starting to trickle onto Emily’s head, she started to ask, “So when are you gonna–!” Yet the trickle had grown into something more than that; a full on waterfall over the girl, now with wet hair in her face. “Sorry? You were saying?” “When,” Emily draped back her hair like they were curtains, “are you gonna tell me what actually happened last night?” “I already did?” “No you didn’t. Joyce? We promised? No more lies?” “...Is it really a lie if I just don’t tell you anything at all…?” “Yes, it is.” All Joyce did was take a breath, scooping another soapy helping of water and splashing it all over Emily’s head again. Joyce was stalling again. Emily grouched, “Hey.” “We still have to get you clean?” Joyce smiled above her innocently. “Fine,” Emily huffed, picking herself up and spinning around. She took her time in tugging Joyce’s legs out and positioning them just right to make herself a nice comfy lap to sit in. And just so the pressure stayed strong, Emily sat herself squarely in front of Joyce. Face to face. “Let’s make a deal, Miss businesswoman.” That made the adult narrow her eyes. “Hey.” “You tell me what happened last night,” Emily started, then squeezed, suddenly surprising herself once a stream of water went flying. “Ah!” Joyce yelped the moment it just barely hit her eye. “Emily!” Surprised and amazed, Emily looked down at the toy. “I didn’t know they squirted…! Sorry…!” And as apologetic as she was on paper, her giggles made her remorse seem questionable. Joyce’s answer was another cupful of water over Emily’s head. “Well they do!” It was a fair rebuttal and Emily was giggling the entire time, all the way up until Joyce finished wiping her face with a towel. “Squirt those the other way, please?” “Sure, sure,” Emily nodded dismissively, sure to break such a fickle rule again shortly, “but back to brass tacks. Tell me what happened, and…” And…something along the lines of making a deal that she had yet to fully think through. A prime reason for why she wasn’t the one wearing the business pants. “And I’ll tell you his name,” Emily held up a face Joyce was already less than fond of. The octopus responsible for sending a stream of water in her face. “So if I tell you about last night, you’ll tell me about your bath toy?” “Fair, right?” Damn it. Yes, it somehow was. “...Fine.” Emily’s skin rubbed against Joyce’s as she got somehow comfier than she already was. And just as Joyce was about to start– “--Wait!” Emily cried, “Hold this first!” She shot first and asked questions later, shoving the octopus toy into Joyce’s hand. “Okay, okay. Ready for real!” And now with her hands free, her imagination was left unhindered to spin and weave many different threads into something purely magical. Grouping clumps of soap bubbles, Emily got to work while she listened. “--And she just said it. Right in the open. She accused me! She…she just asked if I was a mommy on the spot…!” “Wait, so like, she just figured it out?” Emily asked with a wide-eyed expression. “But she just met you?” “Yes!” Joyce flexed her shoulders with an exasperated sigh. A tickle reached her nose though and she was immediately blowing on it. “Oops, sorry,” Emily wiped her face for her, leaving even more soap behind than what she removed, “my brush isn’t so good…” she looked at her soapy fingers. “What are you doing up there, anyway?” “Find out later. So what was her name? Isabelle? I…I guess that’s really weird. She could actually just tell from looking at you?” “I don’t know…” Joyce sighed again, wanting to sink lower in the water, had she not been balancing a naked Mozart in her lap. “I just…it felt so…violating? Like, who was she to just ask me that? To keep asking?” “Did you ask her to stop?” As silly as it was, vocally revoking consent was important. “Yes! W-well…sort of… I told her to stop…I think…” Then came another embarrassing admission. “But I kept answering every time she tried to guess… But wait, why aren’t you upset? Doesn’t that freak you out? That somebody else knows?” “Aren’t they just a stranger?” Maybe she had gone insane or there were simply too many bubbles on her mind, but Emily was steadfast on the course of simply just listening. It wasn’t often when she got to be Joyce’s complete sounding board, so it was awfully important she make the most of it. So somehow, miraculously, despite an encounter with someone like Joyce’s mom, yes, this wasn’t affecting her. “They are…” Which in itself is an immense relief. It’s what probably allowed her to leave the anxiety back in the state she flew from and just needed to deal with whatever residual worries she had now. “Maybe she was like a kinky whisperer, or something,” Emily thought out loud, fussing with Joyce’s head some more. “Hey, do you want to be a unicorn or a wizard?” “Emily.” Now wasn’t the time for funny hat discussion. “Okay, I’ll choose,” Emily continued on. “But no, I guess I’m not really worried… She doesn’t know us, and we don’t know her? I mean, isn’t there some kind of risk involved in going to stuff like that?” “Sure, I mean yeah, but…” “I mean, I’ll be honest,” Emily paused to swipe away the toy shark starting to sneak its way in. Octopi obviously weren’t friends with sharks. “I think me not having gone makes it a lot easier to be calm, but I guess I sort of have a broader perspective because of it…?” “Fair,” Joyce nodded carefully, trying not to mess up whatever her little girl was working on up there. Whatever it was, the distinct clearing of bubble-less water around them said that she was using quite a bit of material. “Did you only go because Carol invited you?” Emily asked a bit more seriously. “The other day when we were in bed and we were talking before you left. You were sort of joking about that babysitter stuff, weren’t you?” Joyce didn’t answer readily, so Emily tacked on some more. “...Did…did you want to get found out?” A dribble from the faucet plopped into the water. “No. No. Definitely not. No! No, this stuff is a secret. It stays between us. I don’t want anyone to find out!” No one more than who needs to, at least! “It’s private, Emily, I promise. I wouldn’t do that. I went because of Carol. Sure, I was a little curious, but really, it was only for that. Just that. Seriously.” And it was one of those rare moments where not only did Emily get to look down on her partner, literally, but in that same circumstance it was another opportunity to see her rock look so flustered. Emily took the chance to swab some bubbles on the tip of her nose, to which Joyce partly sneezed. “Emily…!” “Sorry, I don’t get to do stuff like this often!” Emily was thinking something, and Joyce was too. Joyce was thinking what she thought Emily was, and all that remained was for the baby in charge to say it herself. “I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself,” Emily casually chatted as she moved on to the final detailing of her masterpiece. “No, I am being honest.” Joyce proclaimed. “This stuff is private, Emily.” “So why did you let her keep asking you?” Emily drilled, and Joyce winced, for once not from the soap. “--Because she wouldn’t stop pressuring me!” “But you could’ve walked away?” “She had us sitting!” Emily’s mouth tucked itself behind her cheek. A poor excuse for even Emily’s standards, and Joyce was avoiding eye contact. “Can I try guessing?” Now the one acting all demure and vulnerable, Joyce pouted, “You’re gonna even if I tell you not to…” “I think you did want someone to know. Since talking to me the night before, or maybe even earlier than that, since Carol told us about this whole thing. I think you wanted to meet somebody that knows this kind of stuff. Someone that gets what being a mommy is like.” “...You’re upset with me, aren’t you?” “...Kind of,” Emily admitted, “but I guess also not so much. Joyce, I don’t know how much you actually talk to other people about this kind of stuff.” After all, half the mystery and wonder of getting an entire tailored nursery was not knowing nearly anything about what went into getting it all put together. “But you know yourself best, and all I can do is guess, so… My guess is that you wanted something out of this. You wanted to find something close to what we do… What we have together?” Amazing what a different perspective on things could do for a person. A fearful voice spoke, “And…and if I said you were right…?” “Then I’d want ice cream,” Emily declared, “no exceptions. That, and I think you must’ve been scared because you actually got what you wanted? I think I’d probably stop breathing if I was there in that moment… But anyway, you got what you wanted and it scared you? I dunno why, but that’s my guess.” “It was scary…like– If she could just guess so easily, what’s stopping anyone else from figuring it out?” “Maybe she knew how to guess because of the kind of event it was,” Emily shrugged. “I guess I’m upset because you tried taking things to the next level without actually telling me, Joyce… But since it was with a stranger, it doesn’t bother me so much…” “I…I don’t know what I was thinking… I don’t even know what I wanted. Is it weird? Ever since Carol told us about it at their house…I’ve been thinking constantly…there has to be more to this, right?” They weren’t the only two in the world? Adult baby furniture existed online for a reason. Giant pacifiers, big baby bottles. Stylized diapers for adults. “I…I wanted to find something that maybe we didn’t have yet…” “Maybe you sorta did, but I think you kinda ran from it,” Emily finally dropped her hands. “Okay, I’m done, but no looking until we get out of the bath!” “I need to wash my hair, Emily…” “Then do it after you finish washing me!” “Fine, you win,” Joyce gave up easily with a smile, finding her cup again. “Thank you for picking at my brain…” “Thanks for not exposing us,” Emily giggled, then turned her head. “W-wait! I’m kidding! It’s a joke!” A douse of water was promptly dumped on her head. No more lip from Emily after that. Sensitive topics were strategically avoided for the remainder of bath time after that. A little bit later and Joyce’s upper half was leaning out of the tub as she tried to squint at the mirror. “Is…is it a unicorn horn?” A very thick and stubby one, it seemed. “Half-right!” Emily beamed with pride. “A horn and a hat! You didn’t choose so I gave you both!” “Well,” Joyce turned her head every which way like she was modeling a summer-season set of fashion, “very chique, but a bit out of style, I think… Can Mommy wash it off now?” “At least compliment it!” Emily groaned, “and yes, you can.” Right before giving herself a shower of water, Joyce kissed Emily on the lips. “Thank you for such a pretty hat…horn hat.” And while Joyce took some time to clean herself, Emily casually piddle-paddled around the tub. “Ah! Wait?” Joyce called from her spot. Emily looked over and Joyce was holding up the toy octopus. “We had a deal, didn’t we? What’s his name?” “Oh. Uhh…Inky.” Obviously. Then she gave Joyce a toothy grin. “Cuz he squirts?” After pursing her lips, suddenly a thin stream of assault was firing across the tub. “Ah! Joyce! Mercy! Mommy! Stop!” Bath time didn’t last much longer. And later as Joyce was drying them both off, a new and uncomfortable subject had arisen. “Oh, and speaking of all that misbehavior in the tub, that reminds me,” Joyce rubbed Emily’s head with a towel. “I think I may have made a slight mistake before leaving for the airport…” “Yeah?” “Mhm. I don’t think you noticed, surely, but I forgot to lock the nursery shut…” Uh-oh. Play dumb, Emily. “R-really? That’s unlike you…” “Yes, it really is. I know you didn’t unlock it because I kept the key with me. Unless you’ve been learning how to pick locks?” “Ha-ha, very funny,” Emily crudely joked, secretly glad for keeping her act so well together. “No, I didn’t even notice. Be glad Sheila didn’t either.” “Even if she did, I doubt she’d snoop,” Joyce continued casually, and froze her hands the moment she had them over Emily’s arms. “But…you wouldn’t believe the weirdest thing that I saw?” “What’s that?” “This cute little foot peeking from underneath our bed! In fact, I just saw it when I went to get your bath toys from my suitcase!” A cold sweat hit the girl. “Uh…huh?” “Uh-huh,” Joyce nodded, continuing to dry a frightened Emily. Now that her therapy was done she felt free and unchained to use and assert her dominance yet again, and how wonderfully sweet of Emily to give her the opportunity to boot. “It was a cute, fuzzy blue foot, actually! A furry one! Almost like…a pair of footie pajamas we keep in your nursery?” Shit! When Sheila had her undress, it was a mad dash back to the bedroom just to get it off. It was trying to reason with herself that she’d go stash it back in the nursery once Sheila left…! Then once she did, Joyce had called and…well, she forgot. The next morning? She still forgot! “...You left it unlocked, so I guessed–” “--So you guessed?” Joyce leaned in close and over just to show Emily her look of feigned disbelief. “You thought because Mommy left your nursery open, you were allowed in there by yourself?” “Y…yeah…?” Suddenly she wasn’t so good at keeping her act together anymore. “Hmm…” Joyce hummed thoughtfully, radiating on Emily’s skin like a lingering panic. “W-we both did some stuff we probably shouldn’t have?” “Sort of, but I think where we differ is you know you’re not supposed to do what you did.” Joyce tapped her shoulder thoughtfully, making the girl flinch. “I…I’m sorry?” “And I’m sorry for giving you the chance to misbehave,” Joyce said solemnly. “So because it’s partially my fault, I’ll let you off easy tonight.” Thank goodness. “Really?” “Uh-huh. So, you’ll be going to bed. Early. After you’re diapered and we have dinner tonight.” “That early?” Emily openly cried. “Joyce! Please!” “Don’t Joyce me! You made your choice, Emily, and now you have to live with the consequences. Would it make you feel any better if I still went and got that ice cream?” “Really?” And suddenly things were right as rain again, until at least the dairy treat ran out later that night. “Yes, but we’re diapering you first before we take the car ride.” That had her pouting. “No pouting, either. Be happy I’m letting you off with just that…” she warned. Ice cream secured, but at what cost? “Here are today’s notes for the next meeting, ma’am,” Sheila handed off a manila envelope, to which Joyce accepted. “Thank you,” Joyce took them, though promptly set them to the side. And just as Sheila was about to leave, “Oh, Sheila? Could you stay for just a second?” Joyce was always good at sounding how she wanted to, but herself like every other person had far less skill at hiding any sort of undertone or ulterior feelings. Needless to say, Sheila could tell something was up, and unfortunately she had a confident feeling for what it was. But she stayed calm anyway. “Yes?” “Have a seat, please,” Joyce smiled, waiting for her secretary to park herself, right in front of her boss. It was quiet for a moment, save for the stare Joyce was giving her employee. Innocent, somewhat, but the hidden messages were far too strong for Sheila not to recognize and bear some kind of pressure. Maybe it was facing her consequences in real time that was suddenly taking the woman off her high, or maybe it was the well-needed reality check that she was about to get. A further word had yet to be spoken, nor a direct reference to just a couple nights prior needed be said for Sheila to already feel a steady stream of oncoming regret. She crossed a line. Big time. A very dangerous line. A line that separated a very private life from what Sheila had been so carefully and selectively allowed to aid and assist in. For just a second, it was quiet enough to hear a pin hit the floor. “Were you able to get what you needed from my house?” And are you ready to tell me what else you did while you were there? “...Yes.” No. “It didn’t take you long, did it?” Which was longer: using my computer or using my stove? “No…” Putting together the salad probably took longer… Joyce rested her hands on her desk, nodding thoughtfully, though not quite hearing what she was expecting. This was an issue. A big issue. A lack of honesty. A lack of loyalty? As far as Joyce knew, it wasn’t even a red flag, necessarily. Sure, she was treating this like an interrogation, but it’s not like her secretary had committed a crime. But it was certainly weird. Was there some kind of misunderstanding? Meanwhile, in Sheila’s mind: She knows. Ms. Summers knows. Did Emily tell her? Tell her everything? Did she see me snooping in her nursery? Did she say all the things I said about her? Crap…crud…shit. While Joyce was devising the best way to tease her employee, Sheila was already formulating a new resume. It wouldn’t be the first time Sheila had cared for Emily, given that Joyce was coerced into letting her take Emily off to bed during that business dinner. For Sheila to do anything like that of her own accord though was…interesting. Harmless? But weird. So with those thoughts in mind, Joyce cracked a grin as she said, “Sheila, I know that–” “--I’m sorry!” It was an immediate, knee-jerk response from the secretary. Her head drooped in just the slightest like her bowing posture could signal any more remorse than just her words could alone. Joyce rested her hand on the desk, looking a bit awkward. “...You’re sorry?” “I’m sorry.” Sheila repeated with much heavier resolve. “I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have. It was wrong, disrespectful and a gross misuse of my privileges…!” Was there actual recourse from this? In what way did it end in just this career burning down? How in the hell could she secure a living wage if she’d be effectively labeled as a snooper and a sneak? Her boss had to have known, otherwise they wouldn’t be having this conversation! “Sh-Sheila…?” Joyce raised her brow, taken aback by the profuse and sudden apology. Sheila was as humble as a person got, but this was Joyce’s first time seeing her apologize like this. Take off Emily’s diaper and put a big girl suit on her, and just maybe the feeling right now would be similar. “I’m not mad… I was just–” “--I have no excuse…! I…I did something I shouldn’t have, but I promise I won’t tell anyone! I’ll honor my NDA, I promise!” Christ, how was she going to explain this to Greg without being able to explain anything at all? Fired for snooping in her boss’ apartment and finding out that all the [REDACTED] she had made was actually for her boss’ girlfriend for her very own [REDACTED]? And because Sheila was so devoted, and Joyce knew that far too well, now the boss was starting to second guess herself. Was there more to this? More than Emily had let on to? More that Sheila had kept from Emily? And with a final hope, Joyce tested the waters. “Sheila…it’s okay if you stayed to have dinner with Emily…” She let the words sit. Permeate. Cure or dispel whatever worries her secretary may have been having. Bring back the calm and collected person that she knew and expected her to be. But a sinking feeling simply kept on plummeting as the look on Sheila’s face did not change. The remorse didn’t fade, not because Joyce couldn’t dispel her worries, but because she had yet to hit the nail on the head, and that was slowly becoming apparent. “Sheila?” “I’m sorry…!” she apologized unyieldingly once again. “I promise, I have not nor will I ever tell anyone!” It was suddenly worrying beyond a scope for what Joyce could perceive or imagine. Now her emotions were getting the better of her. Never once had she ever seen her strongest link so easily frazzled. If it was enough to make Sheila panic then there wasn’t a single object in the world that could withstand what she could not. Yet with quiet hesitation, Joyce pulled out her phone, taking herself to a program and a place she thought she’d been given enough honesty and clarity to stay away from. But apparently not. Strolling down memory lane, she opened up the archived footage from just 48 hours prior and started skimming. Skimming through seeing herself leave for the airport. Skimming through dead silence in the apartment, finding Emily in her footie pajamas that she wasn’t supposed to be in, napping on the couch… Sheila arriving… Sheila heading to the office… Sheila…not heading to the office…. Sheila entering the…the unlocked… Like her eyes had deceived her, Joyce blinked, re-watching the short snippet one last time, like it was some bizarre crossover she could never in a thousand years expect. This wasn’t real, right? Surely the footage had been Photoshopped? Was the lack of audio corrupted? Was that why the video was leading her astray? Quietly, shaken and unsure, Joyce set down her phone. Bewildered and beside herself, arriving at a complete and total blank. Sheila, her most trusted and closest employee of countless years, now before her, tail between her legs and with a look of guilt so heavy and so potent that Joyce wished the skyscraper’s windows so high up could actually open. So many questions. So many. So many problems. So very few solutions. Were there any solutions at all? Suspension? Termination? Terminate Sheila? Sheila? Fired? Joyce’s eyes couldn’t stop wandering, and Sheila’s wouldn’t leave the floor. As Joyce tried to compose herself, Sheila tried to remain as still as possible. She wasn’t curious anymore. She got what she had wanted. Realization. Satisfaction. Discovery and pleasure. All at the cost of flying far too close to the sun. She’d stepped beyond what she was allowed and now it was time to face the immediate consequences. The end of her cushy wage and well-lived career. “I…” The words were hardly coming to the boss, but her thoughts more or less seemed to stay in tact. This needed to be resolved. Now. Immediately. Get their bearings and figure out just what exactly was going to happen from here. Whether this really constituted a wide-scale issue or could somehow be mitigated into something else. She knew about the diapers, but now the nursery, too? She had to know now. What it was all for; what it all meant. But she couldn’t go unpunished, right? She couldn’t just be let off the hook for something so inappropriate…! Joyce closed her mouth for a moment, then opened it once again. “C…Cancel my next meeting.” And possibly cancel the entire day. By the end of her sentence Sheila couldn’t have been moving any faster than her heels would let her. “Bring your laptop back in here,” Joyce added before she could leave. For the first time in Sheila’s working career and personal tenure with Joyce, she was about to receive a disciplinary discussion. A very strange one at that. It would be a very awkward discussion.

From Tenant to Baby: CH 5 Derek held him tightly until he had no more tears left to cry. When he ran out of soft spoken words, he let his hold do the talking. As the tears petered off, Jordan felt Derek’s hands petting from the back of his neck to the base of his spine. The other arm held him firmly around the waist. “Feeling beter, bud?” Derek muttered gently, not pulling away. “N-Not really.” Jordan admitted pitifully. While the hug was nice, it did nothing to solve his conundrum. “I’ve worked so hard. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been waiting for a year and a half for a promotion and now Trevor has basically admitted to me that I won’t get one…” Derek sighed, just barely pulling away enough to take a seat at the table before pulling Jordan close again. Jordan leaned forward from his chair, pressing most of his weight against Derek who took it all easily. “It sounds like your boss is a real- Pardon my french, asshole.” The curse coming from Derek was so unexpected it startled a chuckle from Jordan, but Derek continued. “I’ve seen your work ethic first hand, and for them to take something like that for granted shows they don’t know how to run a business.” “You have no idea…” “...I have an idea, actually,” Derek smirked, pulling away just slightly. “You’re off the next few days, aren’t you?” He asked. Confusion coloring his face, Jordan nodded. “Yeah? Why?” “Well,” Derek’s smirk grew into a wide smile. “I happen to have a need for an assistant. I’ve managed fine on my own, but it’d be easier for me to have someone else running behind the scenes. And also, an extra set of hands in the workshop.” “...Are…Are you offering me a job?” Jordan asked, incredulously. “You don’t have to accept now. We could use the next few days as a demo of sorts, and then afterward you can decide if you want to accept the position or continue working at FlixWorld.” Jordan’s jaw dropped. He honestly didn’t know what to say. “Wha- Are you serious?” “As a heart attack.” Derek stood slowly, giving Jordan time to return to his seat. “I’m gonna pop our breakfast in the microwave real fast. Think about my offer and if you accept, I have a job for us to handle this morning.” There was no reason for Jordan not to accept the offer, he realized. Of course, there was the underlying feeling that Derek was offering because he felt obligated to help him, but Jordan’s better sense came out to push the thought away. Derek had made it clear that he wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want to do anything. They were friends. Yes, Derek was his landlord, but Derek had said upon their first meeting that he didn’t need the money that came from Jordan’s rent. They would have to discuss specifics, of course. But Jordan thought anything would be better than FlixWorld. And he trusted Derek not to put him into situations where he felt humiliated or overworked like Trevor often did. Derek soon returned with their omelets reheated. He set the plates down in their usual spots and took a crinkling plastic case and popped it open. From the smell that immediately wafted from the package, Jordan could tell that they were baby wipes. Derek was casual as he lifted Jordan’s head by his chin and started to dab the cold wipe across his cheeks. Jordan’s nose crinkled at the cold feeling, but he stayed still. “There we go,” Derek muttered cheerfully. “All better and ready for the day.” He ruffled Jordan’s sleep-disheveled hair with a soft look in his eye that made Jordan feel like he was still wrapped in the older man’s hug. “Thank you,” Jordan mumbled, clearing his throat as his voice cracked. The omelet was amazing even though it had been reheated. Jordan finished his in-record timing with Derek right on his heels. However, Jordan made sure to stand first and gather their plates and glasses to clean up. “I got it,” He smiled in reassurance as Derek went to protest. “Least I can do.” Derek leaned back in his chair staring at Jordan as if he was the one who cooked the meal and offered him a job. Shaking off the feeling of surreality, Jordan did his part by rinsing their plates, loading the dishwasher, and cleaning up the kitchen from the meal prep. When he was finished, Derek appeared from the hallway behind him dressed in casual clothes rather than sleepwear. “So…Have you thought about my offer?” Jordan nodded, nervously playing with the sleeves of the borrowed pajamas. “I have and…I want to give it a try. You’ve done so much for me, and I want to assist you the best I can. I don’t know much about woodworking or babysitting, but I can learn quickly.” The smile Derek gave him was blinding. “That’s so great to hear. If you had nothing else to do today, I have a delivery and assembly job to do. You can tag along and lend a hand? It’s an old friend of mine, but she lives a couple of hours out of town.” “Yeah, sounds great.” Jordan agreed readily. “Good. I’ll start loading the truck and you can run up to your place and change and grab any books or games for the ride, okay?” Jordan nodded once more. “I’ll make sure to bring back the pajamas tonight.” But Derek waved his hand dismissively, seemingly entirely unbothered. “I’m not too worried about it.” It was a bit strange putting on his work shoes with the childish pajamas, but the only person around to see was Derek. And Derek was gathering his things for the drive. Jordan walked back to his unit and it was only as he was taking the pajamas off that he realized he was still wearing the pull-up from the night before. It wasn’t wet due to his rude awakening from his phone in the middle of the night. And this time, Jordan was actually able to look at himself in the mirror. He expected to look ridiculous, after all, he was an adult wearing a pull-up. But with the childish pajamas and the redness in his cheeks from his crying fit earlier, it looked oddly appropriate. He couldn’t help but think about the long drive ahead. If they arrived at the delivery spot on time, assembled whatever it was quick, and left, they would probably stop for lunch before coming back. This would mean Jordan would most likely fall asleep in the car on the way back with a full stomach…wetting himself in a bed with a mattress protector on it was one thing. But Jordan really didn’t think he could take the humiliation if he wet himself all over Derek’s truck seat… A sigh escaped him as he pulled his underwear on over the pull-up again and proceeded to get dressed in lightly faded jeans and a simple t-shirt. He brushed his teeth and hair quickly. He checked in the mirror one final time, pleased with the fact that the pull-up was pretty much unnoticeable under his pants. He would have to run and grab his phone from Derek’s table, but before he walked out, he grabbed the backpack he used for class. Maybe on the way there, he could take some notes.Walking back down the stairs, he saw Derek looping some straps over a bunch of wooden pieces in the bed of his truck. Upon seeing him, Derek smiled. “Ready to go?” “Yeah, I just need to grab my phone from your place.” “No need, it’s already in the truck. Get buckled in and I’ll close up in here.” Derek thought of everything, and Jordan smiled. Climbing into the cabin of Derek’s truck, Jordan sat his backpack between his knees on the floorboard. His phone was on the center console and as he unlocked it, he was met with the disastrous email that caused his episode that morning once more. This time, however, he didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he clicked out and sent a small ‘Don’t worry about it’ text to Whitney. It wasn’t long before Derek hopped into the front seat and buckled his seat belt, prompting Jordan to do the same. Derek cranked the truck and turned, heading down the driveway. “So, any questions about what you’d be doing as my assistant?” “I assume, managing appointments for your babysitting job. And then…I don’t know, fetching tools for you in the workshop?” Jordan shrugged. Derek laughed as they pulled onto the main road. “You’re not wrong, although I’d consider those secondary duties for when you have extra time. But I have to admit, I’m a bit technologically challenged. So I have the old paper and pen catalogs and files…” “Oh, you want me to convert them digitally?” Jordan perked up. “Yeah, it would make it easier to share visit overviews with mommies and daddies. Plus, sharing info on their little ones.” They talked more about the job duties, and Jordan was pretty much on board already. “Now, as for hours and pay, forgive me if I overstep,” Derek said momentarily taking his eyes off the road at a red light. “But what were you making at FlixWorld?” “Ah, don’t worry, it’s fine.” Jordan shrugged. “I make about 9 dollars an hour after taxes. They usually schedule me for 30-35 hours a week…” Derek’s eyes widened comically. “Really? Did you at least get benefits?” “Uh…no? Part-time workers didn’t get any benefits.” “That’s terrible!” Derek looked like he wanted to say more. But shook his head. “Well,” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Your priority should be as a student. So, working for me, I would only expect about 25 hours a week for 12 dollars an hour. Don’t worry about rent anymore either. It wouldn’t make sense for me to charge you and pay you.” Jordan resisted telling Derek about how they would have to pay 5 dollars a month if they wanted to ‘rent’ a locker at FlixWorld for their stuff. He wasn’t wanting to upset the man. But doing the math in his head, 12 dollars an hour would more than make up for the cut in hours AND free rent? It was amazing. “That’s…great actually. That’s amazing.” Derek’s pinched look melted into a soft grin. “I take care of my workers. I don’t feel that I need to make a schedule for you either. So just come down and you can work in my office for a few hours, take a break and eat some lunch (odds are I’d cook for you anyway), and work a little more before ‘clocking out’.” “Sounds fair.” Jordan practically buzzed in his seat. “Good, occasionally, I’d like for you to come with me on these deliveries to meet the client and to help me with assembly. Only if you had nothing else to do that day.” Derek assured. “Your classes should come first.” “You’re very school-minded,” Jordan noted. “Well…to be honest, I never had the chance to finish college.” Derek shrugged. “I ended up dropping out to take care of my mother in her final years and then I worked in a woodworking shop until I built up my skills. Branched off with my ‘babysitting service’ and here we are. But I don’t want anyone to feel as if they have no other choice than to drop out. If they find that college isn’t for them, that’s one thing. But I don’t think anyone should be forced to.” Jordan blinked at such honestly, but he guessed he should have expected it. Derek was such an open and caring person when it came to others, being open about himself was no exception. “That’s really cool of you. A lot of people would be bitter if they were in your situation, but you’re, like, the opposite.” “It’s a quality,” Derek said even as his cheeks reddened slightly. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Jordan even managing to take out a notebook and take notes on market trends. Jordan eventually grew lost in the assignment, only really stirring as they pulled into a drive-thru and he had to hold his notebook to keep it from falling off his lap. “Sorry,” Derek winced. “I need another coffee. Do you want anything?” Looking over to peer out of Derek’s window, Jordan browsed the menu. “I’ll take something sweet…Hm…not sure what…” Derek pulled up to the speaker, ordering an Irish Sweet Cream Cold Brew. The cashier noted it down and asked if that were all. “Do you have any recommendations for a sweet drink? Something the young kids like.” Jordan couldn’t help but snicker as Derek called him a young kid. It was true, there was a decent age gap between the two of them, but Jordan didn’t think it mattered too much. “Our peppermint hot cocoa is our best seller around this time of year for the kiddos.” She responded cheerfully. “Ooo, that sounds good,” Jordan instantly agreed. “A large one of those, please,” Derek ordered immediately. Pretty soon, the two of them were on the road once more. Only, Jordan was carefully sipping his cocoa, occasionally licking the sweet whipped cream from his lips. “I should be more careful,” Derek mused, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “Too much sugar and you might run up the walls.” A scoff broke from Jordan. “As if. I’m a working boy. I need all the energy I can get.” “Good thing Mel has a large backyard.” That was all Derek said, continuing to drive. ‘Mel’s home was more secluded than Derek’s. The entrance of which was almost completely obscured by a crop of tall trees that swayed in the gentle breeze. The sound of the truck making its way down the winding driveway must have alerted the resident of the modest cabin-style home. As Derek parked, a tall, blonde woman stepped out on the porch. She wore a comfy looking sundress and Jordan couldn’t help but compare her to a southern Belle housewife stereotype. Her southern drawl of a voice did nothing to assuage his assumption. “Oh! Derek, you are a sight for sore eyes!” She called out, hurrying down the porch steps to engulf Derek in a hug. “You really need to come to see me more often.” “Last time I checked, Missy Mel, your vehicle worked just as well as mine,” Derek smarted off, but was interrupted by his own ‘EEP!’ sound as Mel pinched his side when pulling out of their hug. “Don’t be rude!” She scolded before turning her attention to Jordan. Jordan, for his part, was standing awkwardly at the side of the truck, not quite sure what he was supposed to be doing. Her eyes scanned over him with an interest Jordan couldn’t place. “I see you brought me a little helper!” Jordan half expected a hug as well as she approached, but her hands reached up to cup his cheeks, tilting his head just slightly to look up at her. “And he’s cute as a button.” She fawned. “Thank- Thank you, ma’am?” Jordan hesitantly replied. Derek’s shoes crunched across the gravel as he approached as well. “Actually, Mel, he’s my little helper. Someone has to hold the crib in place for me while I screw in the frame.” “Don’t listen to him,” Mel gave a conspiratory whisper. “We’re gonna let the big man handle all the tools and you’re gonna help me make some fresh lemonade and bake cookies.” “Uh- I should probably help him. He is my boss…” Jordan hated having to burst her bubble, but Derek brought him for a reason. It would be rude to leave him hanging. Mel didn’t seem bothered. “Fine. Fine. Just remember,” She warned, finally letting him go. “Technically, am your boss’ boss at the moment. And I happen to be suffering from empty-nest syndrome while my baby visits family. You can’t be blamed if my fragile heart demands a sweet baby boy to coo over.” Derek shook his head, seemingly well versed in the dramatics of Mel. “Jordan, please grab my tool bag and the box from the backseat.” Eager to follow orders, Jordan went to the backseat to grab the expected items. The tool bag was slung over his shoulder as he used two hands to carry the relatively light, but large box. Derek dropped the tailgate of the truck open to grab the first piece. “Mel, mind showing him to the nursery?” “On it!” Mel smiled, waving Jordan up the porch steps and holding the door open for him. The interior was slightly less rustic than Jordan expected it to be, the air smelling faintly of cinnamon. “Right this way, honey.” Mel led him to said nursery and Jordan’s eyes widened. It was like something out of a catalog. The walls were a nice soft green that was complimented by the view of the lush greenery outside. A flowerbox just outside the window held a tray of succulents planted in pea gravel. There was no crib, but they would be building that, of course. There was a large sturdy charging table along one wall that Jordan was sure would even hold his weight, a cream colored pad on top. There were framed photos of cartoon animals all along the walls and a rounded chest of toys stuffed in one corner. Finally, a large padded rocking chair sat beside what Jordan assumed to be a closet door. He put the box down where Mel directed right as Derek came in with the first piece. The stain on the wood of the crib matched both the chair and the changing table, Jordan noted. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” Derek said as he put the first piece down. A/N: A little bit of a life-update. My crisis has resolved itself remarkably well. I've 90% moved into my new place, my new place is 100x better than my old one, my new roommate is so sweet to me. I thank everyone for their well wishes. I didn't have to take as long as a break as I had though I would, which is a blessing. I love writing, especially abdl stories. It's my own outlet and not having to stop is doing wonders for my sanity. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and enjoy how the story is shaping. Your reactions are the best and it really brings a smile to my face to read them ❤️

15 - Simmering Emotions Dawn was forced to quietly stew elsewhere in the house, resigning herself to Waver’s dog bed where he lay. The one place of refuge she had in the house was being transformed into something else entirely. She had no words for opposition, because she knew they wouldn’t take her anywhere. Whatever influence she had on the situation, it was well-gone by now. She had the chance to at least pick her poison at the store, but she waived that right entirely. Now, annoyingly so, her mind was too busy not thinking about the things she didn’t do, but the way Katherine must have felt every time she was put in one of Dawn’s most compromising positions. It was probably a shitty feeling, maybe just as shitty as how sore Dawn’s butt was feeling right then. She made sure to lay on her hip rather than her bottom, lest she agitate the feeling any more. But truly, an annoying point she couldn’t ignore was what that spanking did to her. Quite truly, it made her reflect. She was still angry. She still didn’t think of either Amazon as pure of heart, but...her animosity to them was less, and in James’ case her fear towards him had only gone up. “Dawn? Honey, you doing alright?” Katherine was peering over the couch with a toolbox in hand. Not as the user, but the gofer. She’d gone back to using pet names at some point, but Dawn was hesitant to ask for any of that to stop right now. Truly, she was afraid of James somehow escalating what she believed was a fair request… “I’m fine...” she quietly commented. She wasn’t fine, but fine was enough to get herself some space. “How about some tv? I can turn it on for you?” She gestured to the large black screen. “I’m fine.” Dawn could feel Katherine’s quiet look wait a little longer before asking, “Did you want some juice? I had James pick some up on his way from work?” The juice that she never asked for. “No thank you...” Even manners were something she was scared into being wise to. To think physical force could make her so compliant… “Okay...well, think about what you might like for dinner, okay? We’re gonna order out tonight.” Dawn didn’t answer, but eventually she heard Katherine moving around again by the metal clanks of the box in her hand. By a wide margin she was currently bonding with her most favorite person in the house. Waver, Amazon dimension or not, at least seemed the same kind of dog one would expect to find back in the other dimension. Just a normal, goofy and friendly four-legged friend. One who was busy sleeping, which made for the perfect pillow for Dawn. She never did get her pants back, but she also never asked. She didn’t want to interact. She just wanted to lay low and stay quiet, which was everything that the diaper around her hips wasn’t. Though she did hear the noise of a drill upstairs, albeit mild, the whirring noise still traveled all the way down here. Waver would occasionally look over Dawn in the same direction at the stairs, but would go right back to laying there. Maybe out of courtesy for Dawn. At least someone finally understood her, even if it was on such a depressingly simple level. The sun had just about set as the warm glow through the living room window was fading away like a closing door. Her window of escape had probably closed long ago. That was it.This was it. At some point during the day, some time, the tour group went back home. And here she was, stuck. Stranded with two Amazons who say that they are going to try and find a way to get her back home. But with talks of what they were having for dinner, buying her clothes, furniture for a bedroom, it felt like nothing but cheap lip service. They said one thing while their actions said another. All they could give her were words, and they’d proven themselves once already that they couldn’t be trusted, so what was left? Finally getting on her feet, Dawn walked over to the stairs with eventually a curious Waver in tow, finally freed of his obligations as a pillow to investigate as well. Climbing to the top of the stairs the drilling noise was louder than whatever kind of conversation James and Katherine were having. By chance, Katherine yet again poked her head out into the hallway. “Oh! Did you want some juice?” Katherine smiled, as if she was anew again and reborn. All the mental and emotional damage Dawn had done seemed to be gone completely, but her sense of pessimism argued that the deepest cuts never show on the surface. “No...” though her throat was dry, “I...I was wondering where the bathroom was.” “Well...” Katherine turned her head, “upstairs it’s right over there...” back to Dawn, “but what do you need in there, honey?” It couldn’t have felt any more obvious, to the point Dawn already felt the inklings of annoyance. But then she remembered James, quickly smothering the flame. “I need to use the bathroom...” she calmly answered. Katherine didn’t miss a beat, like a knee-jerk reaction was triggered, saying, “That’s okay, I’ll just change you when you need it?” She gave the curious head tilt, magically ignorant to Dawn’s continence. Deep breaths. Stay calm. “N-no, Katherine...I...I know how to use the bathroom. I don’t actually need diapers.” “But today at the store...” “--Yes!” Dawn interrupted, already feeling herself blush from the memory. “Yes...that happened, but it wasn’t me. It was that chocolate, I’m telling you! Please, just let me go...” She hesitated, stooping to a new personal low, but if the ends justify the means… “I can even show you that I know how. Please? Just humor me?” Isn’t this what they wanted? Dialogue? She was giving it, so it should beget her something, right? “The toilet’s very big, Dawn…” The uncertainty in her voice was thick and potent. “I don’t think that it’s safe for you to sit on it...” And then Dawn’s heart sank. An odd little trinket she’d taken for granted at her retrofitted hotel room. As low effort as the accommodations were for a Little, the one thing that was done right was an assisted seat for the Amazon sized toilet… A set of steps combined with a raised and smaller seat closer sized to back home that was fit for someone Dawn’s size. Of course an Amazon house in the suburbs wouldn’t have one. “Th...the hotel I was staying in...” God, of all things she could finally ask for. But she was asking for once, so that had to count for something too! “Mhm?” Katherine crouched down with her hands on her knees, listening patiently like a preschool teacher. “The toilet was Amazon sized, but it had a seat for Littles...so I was able to sit on it.” “Really?” Katherine bounced off the statement with curiosity to the point that Dawn almost thought of it as artificial, but it probably wasn’t. Fate was too cruel to make it as simple as that. “I’ve never heard of those before!” “Hey hon?” James called from the room. “Do you know where the screwdriver is?” Katherine looked over and called, “Yep! Let me grab it for you.” As she stood back up and walked to the door, Dawn followed as well. The Amazon casually looked down then hurriedly stopped her. “Ah-ah! Wait out here, okay? It’s gonna be a surprise, and I don’t want you accidentally getting hurt, okay?” “I wouldn’t get hurt...” Dawn tried to make her argument without sounding agitated. “There’s just screws all over the place, and actually, you’ve been doing such a great job at keeping Waver busy!” Another deflection. Did Dawn have any pride left to care about? Katherine was careful in opening the door by just a crack and then closing it on the way in. A minute later she was back out in the hall again. “First, thank you very much for talking to me about that,” she smiled with a soft chuckle, then looked ready to break the bad news. “I’m sorry though, but James and I don’t really have anything like that; it’s the first we’ve heard of it… We can take a look into it later, but for now, while we’re dealing with LPS, we’re going to stick to diapers for now, okay?” “B-but...” How could she say it so easily? Just “deciding” that diapers were the better fit for her? Pretending that she was incontinent for the sake of appearances? “--Tell you what, let’s go get you a drink, okay? You sound thirsty.” Without asking, Katherine pulled her up into the air and started to descend the stairs after patting her thigh for Waver to follow. And on the way down, Dawn’s discomfort was more evident than anything. “Dawn, please? Please don’t be upset with me?” She tried to rub her back on the walk down, but it didn’t make the thought of being in diapers any easier and it certainly didn’t make her any less upset. “I’m not upset with you...” She one-hundred percent was. “I’m just annoyed with the situation… I’m an adult, Katherine! I don’t use diapers!” Katherine nodded placatingly, hearing her words, but failing to truly process any of them as she opened up the fridge. “Uh-huh… You know, James and I don’t think of you any differently for it, you know? It’s okay if you need to wear diapers?” “But I don’t need to! It was just one accident in the store! It was the chocolate, but you don’t believe me!” And in the pursuit of making her argument, she raised her voice which apparently invalidated it the moment she was gently being shushed. “Indoor voices...” Katherine gently reminded. God...it was like James’ punishment gave her a whole new level of backbone. She really was able to walk all over her this morning... “Okay, maybe that chocolate really did give you an upset tummy.” That was the problem. The way she phrased it, she voiced it like a matter of chance and not a certainty, like there wasn’t something malicious in it. A small spat of indigestion rather than a laced candy designed to make someone shit themselves. “Don’t you think it’s a lot safer then to be wearing some protection for if something like that happens again?” Dawn wasn’t watching her reach up into the cabinet for a glass, busy with her own thoughts. She wasn’t convincing Katherine one bit. Instead, all her words were getting tangled and used against herself like some kind of reversal. “...Okay, there. That should do it. Both hands?” Katherine raised the cup up to her and Dawn instinctively accepted. What only hit her a second later though was that it wasn’t a glass. Not an open top kind of one. Looking down she didn’t see any actual juice. Instead, a turquoise plastic top with a small stout protruding from the side. Tilting the cup forward didn’t spill any of the contents as she looked at the googly-eye frogs and smiling dragonflies all around the translucent plastic sides. The cherry on top were the two plastic handles sprouting from either end like solid holds for the ones who might still be learning to control their hands. “This is a sippy cup.” Dawn said in a voice meant to imply that something was very wrong. “It’s so you can have your drinks anywhere in the house?” Katherine thoughtfully included. “It was one of the things we got today. Do you not like it? I wish we could have picked out a design you liked...” “No, but...I...” She tried not to sigh. The broken record was already on its umpteenth loop. “I don’t use sippy cups. I use normal glasses like you do.” “You can’t bring big cups all over the house, though?” “That’s fine,” Dawn tiredly stressed, “I can just drink it here.” “This one’s a better fit for you?” There was always a point to argue why she shouldn’t have adult privileges… “Fine. Then I’ll just take the top off.” And so she did. Or so she tried. Trying to turn as best as she could, she grunted uselessly as her strength gave out before the top so much as turned a millimeter. “Please...” She held out the sippy cup. “Please just take the top off for me?” A war was being waged inside Katherine’s head, but there was apparently a ceasefire long enough for Katherine to give in. “...Okay, but, you need to finish it all in the kitchen, and if you spill any of it, the top goes back on. Deal?” “Yes!” Dawn couldn’t sound any happier if she tried. A meaningful compromise! Finally! Katherine borrowed the cup and twisted it off with ease. “And both hands, please.” Katherine reminded right before Dawn did go for a one-hand swig. Unfortunately, the cup was unusually wide, which is why Dawn was quickly starting to prefer both hands, otherwise she could see herself dropping it. Was that intentional? Was it made this way to make specifically sure she couldn’t use a single hand? After all, what made a Little drinking from a cup any more endearing than needing to overcompensate by holding it with both appendages? Using both hands on the cup specifically and not the infantile handles, she sipped from the threaded edge of the cup like a coffee mug and drank the reddish juice. It was...sort of good, actually. Like a tropical fruit punch. It had a taste that sort of made her think of lemons, but without that clingy taste in her mouth intentionally meant to make her crave more. She did crave more of the juice, but at least it wasn’t caused by a film clinging to the inside of her mouth. “Is it good?” Katherine smiled, looking like she had her own treat to enjoy just from looking at her. “...Yeah...” She finished another long sip. The cup itself was actually fairly large. Maybe almost twice the size of a normal cup. But more importantly, the drink was refreshing after a long spat of not having anything to sip on. “All done for now?” “Mhm.” Dawn nodded. “I can come back for it later.” And in the kitchen it would remain until she needed it. Katherine opened back up the fridge and took more of the juice out, topping off whatever Dawn had managed to drink. Then she picked up the plastic top and screwed it back on. “But you said I could drink it without the top?” Dawn frowned as the cup was handed back to her. “I’m gonna drink it later.” “You can when you’re in the kitchen,” she enunciated the devil in the details, “but since you’re done, you can bring it with you in the house now. Isn’t that convenient?” “I...guess...” She looked down at the sippy cup, trying to think of it as more of a bottle than a children’s safety cup. “You know, I’m jealous you can have a drink whenever you want around the house!” “Yeah? I’m sure they make adult sippy cups that you could use.” Katherine laughed, but in the sort of way that dismissed Dawn’s point like a joke. “Maybe,” she said placatingly, “but are you all set until we talk about dinner? Have any ideas, yet?” “Uhm...I don’t really care...” She rathered that she wasn’t the one who decided. She didn’t even know what was considered good here. The food she had at the hotel seemed fine enough, but to be honest, she didn’t even know what most of it was. At least, she never got to order anything, it was instead decided for her. “Mm...” Katherine hummed with a sign that she wasn’t satisfied with the answer, “...Alright. See if you can think of something though, okay?” Back in the living room, without asking this time Katherine turned on the tv and lights over the living room, dimming them somewhat. The middle of a cartoon was already in full swing as colorful and overly animated characters scurried across the screen and simple backgrounds with chase music. Katherine watched for a few moments herself before deciding it was appropriate, more than likely, then set her down on the couch. Waver, the astute servant that he was, hopped up on the couch himself before Katherine could even set Dawn down. “Wow! I really think he likes you!” she laughed. “Waver’s friendly, but he’s really warmed up to you.” “Uh-huh...” Dawn said while she patted his large head. It was still crazy to think that there were dogs bigger than her just from standing on four legs. That truly scared her to think of encountering one that wasn’t friendly and just as big, if not bigger. “James and I shouldn’t be much longer upstairs, but I’ll be back downstairs often, okay?” “Mhm...thanks.” Sort of thanks. Still there were conclusions to this that she didn’t like, but apparently what was practical mattered more, even if she hated it… Then, a gesture Dawn didn’t expect was when Katherine left she dragged her fingers through the hair atop Dawn’s head. It was strange and sent a ticklish sort of feeling throughout her body. She squirmed a small bit much like her diaper crinkled; a “benefit” from being dry. With nothing left to do though, she begrudgingly tried to sip from the sippy cup. It was heavy too, now that she thought on it, and the plastic wasn’t textured for friction that made it easy to hold. It was like it was designed to… And so, with unfortunately much more ease, she held the sippy cup by both its handles which made the action a lot more doable. Lifting it up she put her mouth around the spout and sucked. Two small, yet constant streams shot from the inside and into her mouth, rewarding her efforts with an ample amount of juice. And when she pulled it away there wasn’t anything left residually other than her own small bits of saliva on the top. Fuck. It actually did work… Unfortunately, all she did have to do was watch the basic cartoon. The plot was simple and as telegraphed as one might expect from a generic children’s show. That in itself was weird, come to think of it. From all the propaganda and wild advertising for babying Littles, Dawn expected something along those lines from tv. Somehow had it become the one safe haven? Doubtful, but no less confusing. Her mind wandered elsewhere, onto more upsetting things. Home. She had essentially disappeared. A Little on an overstayed visa that was having her existence rewritten back on Earth. How long would it take for people to notice she was gone? Her boyfriend would definitely find out first...but her parents? Stacy alluded to the forces at work that made it so easy to lose her in the system. Extra steps taken just to create the illusion that she returned. Probably all the paperwork to prove it just to make sure the trail goes cold back there and not here. How long would it take to get back? She was a college student, she had classes she needed to take! If this took more than a week she’d definitely be panicking. A month? Two? By that point her graduation would be delayed by a semester… It sucked thinking about the time, and it sucked even more to hear James working away at what felt like a long term solution. She didn’t want long term, not even short. She wanted instantaneous and was still trying to get over the bitterness of feeling she was cheated from that. “I still can’t believe you set it all up so quickly…!” Katherine with the toolbox in hand followed James back downstairs. “Sort of quick. Looks like the sun came down?” “Thank you again!” Dawn had the pleasure of hearing a wet kiss on the cheek. “Dawn…? Did you want to see your new room?” Her excitement was clear and obvious. “Uhm...” She looked up at Katherine, then noticed James next to her, also smiling. It didn’t matter what face he made though; it all rubbed her the wrong way. “Sure...” Shortly she was whisked into the air and Waver hopped off as well to join the caravan. Dawn hardly wanted to see any of what she was about to, because she had a sickeningly strong indication of what it would be. Katherine couldn’t stop trying to gaslight the girl despite them being on totally different wavelengths. “Now this isn’t the final look, okay? It’s just what we need to get by for now. We can think about getting it painted, maybe a different carpet, a dresser and a toy chest...” She opened up the door for the big reveal. And in Dawn’s perspective, it wasn’t surprising at all, which is why her feelings of dread didn’t change. Gone was her bundle of blankets and pillow on the floor of the empty room, and in came the barebones of a budding nursery. A large, dark stained kind of walnut crib sat in the corner of the room with a mattress and bedding set already inside it. Against the adjacent wall was a high wooden counter space of matching material with a cushion kind of padding laid across the top, but she quickly deduced its function when she saw the wicker baskets of diapers underneath on the shelves. A tall white trash bin for a very specific kind of trash was next to it, and another trinket was a tall, empty bookshelf, probably for babyish knick knacks that would come to be. By and far the room still felt very empty, lacking a lot of accents, details and other small things to really make the space feel lived in, but it was livable, and it was where Dawn would be living. “Ta-dah!” Katherine sounded far too giddy for it to be a gift for someone else. “Do you like it? It’s okay if you don’t yet! This is just the start, but I think we can really make this into your own space!” The moment the bed was decided to be a crib and for there to be a changing table, it quite frankly stopped being her room. But, recent events were making her mind her vocal opinions a bit better, so… “Thanks...Thank you both for doing this for me...” “James used the drill, so he’s the one who put it all together! I helped put your mattress and bedding in, though!” Katherine couldn’t have sounded prouder to contribute. “Thanks James...” “You’re welcome,” he said from the back. “Like Kath said, it’s not a whole lot right now, but we can take our time filling it out now that we have what you’ll need.” Changes. She’d need changes. Constantly, apparently. “Oh! And look!” Katherine hurried them both over to the bookshelf. “Do you know what this is?” “Sh...shelves?” “Well, they can be if you’d like, but I meant it to be your own library! We can keep all your books here!” It was a suggestion and reveal that truly caught Dawn by surprise. She...remembered? Yesterday there was some talk between them in the car about education and reading… So, so long ago. Before the horrid shopping trip, before the LPS and timeouts, before the mental breakdowns in and before the hotel, before all of it. All of the trauma and madness, they had talked. Dawn was strangely taken aback. Of all the things they shared with each other and been through, it constantly felt like her cries and concerns went through one ear and out the other, cherry picking the words and actions that suited an Amazon’s diapered bias. But this was different. She actually remembered something about Dawn. This wasn’t some twist or uncanny mimic of Dawn’s wants and needs. Books. She knew she liked books. “You remembered?” “Hm? Of course I did. You told me, after all?” Katherine smiled so sweetly, so lovingly. And then it hit Dawn. It hit her like a ton of bricks. More than the residual guilt from when she kicked and screamed Katherine away from the car. More than the indirect apology she relayed through James at the hotel. More than the hesitation she felt each time she bitterly or coldly walked all over Katherine. More than the spanking she just had a few hours ago. More than… “Dawn, what’s wrong?” “It’s...it’s nothing...” she sniffled as she wiped her eyes. It was a small gesture and a basic gift. It didn’t excuse the crib or the changing table. It didn’t excuse the diapers, the sippy cup, the scolding or the childish punishments. It didn’t get her home any faster or counted for any progress or discovery to resolving this entire conflict. But in spite of all the mistreatment they’d done unto her and she unto them, it rocked her core in such a raw way that made her bleary-eyed. “Why…?” She wiped her eyes. “Why are you still so nice to me? I...I was so mean to you. Why don’t you hate me?” It was truly something that made her feel like absolute garbage. After everything, Katherine could still be so unconditional and loving. It made no sense. It wasn’t right. It couldn’t be natural, could it? “I’d never hate you!” Katherine shifted her for a hug. “It’s been hard for you, Dawn, I know that. It’s not fair that you’re stuck here, and James and I are going to do our best to make sure you’re as comfy and cared for as possible. Are you listening? I want this to be your home too, Dawn. If we can do anything to make you more comfortable here, please, tell us, okay? It makes me so happy to know how much you like it! But I want you to keep sharing your feelings with us, okay? Tell us when you're upset, angry, or confused. We’re not perfect...I know that, but I think we’re still better than average?” It was a vulnerable moment as everything hit her at once. Katherine’s words implied what Dawn feared, that it wouldn’t be a fast way out, but they were still going to tolerate her no matter what. She had her grievances, they were still far from perfect people, and she was certain she would find more ways to be angry with them. But a small laugh left her mouth anyway. It was enough to make Katherine’s eyes widen with glee as she laughed too, hugging her even tighter. Dawn hated it here, but at least there was a bookshelf… “What’s wrong with pepperoni?” Dawn asked, never seeming not perplexed by the way an Amazon could question her answers. “It may be a little too spicy for you, Dawn...” Katherine warned. “How about sweet tomatoes, instead?” Sweet tomato, never a topping she’d heard of, but she didn’t like the idea of sweet things paired with a cheesy, sharp and salted taste of pizza. “Pepperoni is fine, though...” Dawn insisted, simply because Katherine and James insisted that she insisted. And yet, here Katherine was, insisting that she insist on something else. “How about we get one slice with sweet tomatoes?” James said to Katherine. “If she doesn’t like the taste she’ll still have something.” “That’s true...” “Why only one slice?” Dawn asked. She wasn’t a glutton, but one of eight slices for three going to her sounded a bit unfair. “Because we’re getting a large, so one or two pieces should be more than enough for you,” Katherine explained, which...sounded fair when she thought about it. Need she forget her size difference compared to Amazons, their idea of a large was probably double the pizza she was used to… But she needn’t cap herself at just one. She wasn’t interested in a pizza with more tomatoes than just the ones in the sauce. They were underestimating her, as usual, hence the diaper… But even she knew it was enough arguing for one night. The pit in her stomach was still sore from what she missed today, so all she wanted was to take her mind off of it. “Oh, all done with your juice?” Katherine took the mostly empty sippy cup from Dawn. She did finish it, because it was good juice… But aside from that, her stomach felt full with liquid and it wasn’t doing her bladder any favors. She was feeling the need to go, but obviously was still holding out hope for an actual toilet. “You can have some more with dinner,” Katherine told her, phrasing it as if she already knew what Dawn wanted. “Now let’s order some dinner...” she muttered with a phone to her ear. And added to the witty banter was a sudden startling bark from Waver. “Oopsies, forgot! James?” Katherine called over her shoulder, “Could you please feed Waver?” “On it!” he called back from the living room couch. Dawn made herself scarce or at least distant by the time he came in. Waver could either understand human tongue or was used to the routine, because an overactive tail and following James straight to the pantry said a lot about his expectations. “Sorry, bud, guess we can be a little neglectful...” And as James carried the bag of dog food like it was practically a pillow, Waver once again had to be impatient with his bark. “Shh!” In unison, both husband and wife made the gesture to the dog both with fingers on their lips. At first it seemed like a funny way to engage with their pet, but almost immediately Waver slumped his head down and forward with his butt raised in the air, paws on his snout. It was a...trick? Sort of. Dawn couldn’t help but smirk at the intricate act. How smart was this dog? “We taught Waver how to use his indoor voice,” Katherine cheekily whispered to Dawn. “Before that he would always-- Oh, hi! Yes, delivery?” With a change in audience, so did her tone. After a few more seconds Waver ceased his submissive pose and padded over to the bowl James was pouring into. “Water too, I know, I know,” James spoke to him preemptively, likely anticipating another complaint from the four-legged customer. What caught Dawn off guard was when he looked down at her. “Did you want anything to drink? Water? Juice?” “Uh...no, I’m fine...thanks.” She awkwardly declined. James seemed friendly enough, but she relied heavily on the seeming part after the thrashing to her throbbing backside she was given by him. He couldn’t expect her to just get over something like that, could he? And frankly, it both upset her and made her angry to think he’d do such a thing to her. She wasn’t going to push it tonight, but it did irk her to talk like nothing had changed between them… “She’ll be fine until dinner,” Katherine added between moments on the phone, bolstering Dawn’s words, while also overriding her agency. “No snacks,” she suddenly added, “either of you!” Dawn turned her head back over to James, who’d been caught red-handed with a bag of something in his hand. With a frown, he put the chip bag back from where he got it. “Sorry about that!” Katherine had the phone over her ear again. “Yes, yes… Okay, so one large...” “Dawn? Did you want to watch some cartoons?” James asked her. “What? No...I’m fine.” She looked up at him, but not all the way. “Oh, alright then. Kath said you were watching some earlier; I figured we could find something you might like.” And somehow the rumors and misunderstandings could spread like wildfire. “No, I wasn’t really watching them...” Ah, yes, very convincing. “Katherine just put them on and I didn’t have the remote.” Just background noise, really, and background visuals… The point was, even if half the plot from one of those episodes was sitting in her brain like a benign tumor taking up space, it didn’t mean she was watching it. “Why don’t we pick something out that seems good then?” James offered her. “No thanks,” Dawn stayed reserved, “I’m fine. Thanks though...” James didn’t say anything, but maybe he was making a face. Regardless, Dawn watched him turn away as he called, “Okay, suit yourself. I’ll be in the living room if hanging out with Kat gets boring though!” Nope. Nuh-uh. It didn’t matter how friendly he was now. Dawn could hardly connect with a person that just finished spanking her in the form of a punishment that wasn’t her actual parent. Now that James was gone, Dawn glanced up at Katherine who still seemed busy on the phone ordering dinner. Waver was still going through his own meal, and that meant all eyes were off of her. A tinge of pain ached her heart when she looked at the front door. Well-locked and definitely impossible to get around now. She was stuck for now, and there definitely would not be another escape like earlier… But as her full bladder liked to remind her, life unfortunately did not consist of just one problem. She wasn’t being watched. She could sneak away somewhere in the house, maybe the bathroom? But then she looked down at herself. What she was wearing. A puffy diaper specifically designed to prevent a Little from taking it off. It was essentially handcuffs. Even if she could outrun the police, it didn’t do anything for her restraints. She could sneak off to the bathroom, but how would that get the diaper off her? She was stuck and trapped in what would eventually be a sponge containing her own waste. What was even worse was her mind trying to rationalize it. She’d wet something like this once already out of pure fear, so it’s not like this’d be her first as an adult. The sooner she did it, the sooner she could forget the stress, swallow her pride and try to forget the shame of it rather than later. But she was at a loss. It was one thing being completely forced, but it still felt like she had a choice. A chance to finally change the course of things, even if it took pestering. “Katherine…?” Dawn was tugging on her pant leg from where she was sitting on the stool with her phone. With no vocal recognition, Katherine turned her head down at her, flashing a cheery smile like Dawn had just been looking for some attention. “Bathroom...” she whispered with a blush, dreadfully cupping the front of her diaper and pointing out of the room to hopefully communicate the message. Whether that translated or not, Dawn wasn’t sure, because all Katherine did was smile and pat her head before going back to the order. What was that? Was she ignored, or did Katherine fully get the message? That’s right. Even if she did understand, she had already decided. She wasn’t going to let Dawn use the toilet. She didn’t trust her and seemed to wave the magic “LPS is watching” wand like it really was an all-purpose excuse to get her to bend over backwards. Further denial only added stress to the mind, and that went straight to her bladder. She was trying not to fidget, at a loss for a solution, but knew she wouldn’t find it in the kitchen. Hurriedly pacing, she traveled down the hall, all the while trying to tug on the diaper tapes. The adhesives were no joke. For all she knew, the tape and diaper were chemically bonded by now and virtually the same substance it was so strong. There’s no way I’m peeing in a diaper. Not by choice! Dawn slipped into a dark room with two windows as points of reference. She felt her way around across the hardwood floor until she squatted, sitting on her feet and bottom. By now the urge was unbearable and her body cried for release. But unfortunately it wasn’t much longer until she finally gave up, or her body partly gave up for her. Seeing no change in sight, Dawn grimaced as she grunted and beared down on her bladder. It didn’t need much of a concentrated effort as it did one small push. She gasped with the first spurt of warmth into her underwear, then it was a full stream from then on. Hot, warm, and weird. As fast as she felt her own waste creep around her hips and between her legs, just as quickly it was wicked away, yet the warmth never completely left. Helplessly, she tugged at the diaper tapes, groaning over and over, “Gross...gross...gross…!” It wasn’t by a lot, yet when she stood, the added weight was unmistakable. It was one thing to be glad that she didn’t leak, although the prospect in itself was beyond disgusting, and frankly she didn’t mind the thought of getting their floors dirty if it meant to send a message. The scenario played out in her head. This is why I don’t need diapers! Well if you’re leaking, then it was a good decision to keep you in them? Not when you made me wear them to begin with! Because you shit yourself in the store… Articulated in a way to suit Dawn’s personal word palette more, but the gist still remained. Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. She had tried to “do” already, and came to find she was physically incapable. But her sanctuary in silence and darkness could not last forever. She could hear the warden calling for headcount, “Dawn? Honey?” It was like she had a scent any apex Amazon predator could seem to sniff out. Maybe it was the abundance of baby powder coating her nether regions. A darkened face poked its head into the doorway, and with the flick of a switch the lights came on. “There you are! What are you doing here, little explorer?” Katherine chuckled while Dawn tried to rub away the sudden blindness. It turned out that she was in an office of sorts. The large swivel chair with a tall desk and computer. A few short shelves and a tiny filing cabinet. Printer, papers, scanner… “Nothing...just seeing the rest of the house,” Dawn sort of lied. She would have died where she stood if she openly came out just to say she was here to do her business. “Uh-huh?” Katherine nodded. “This is James’ office when he works from home.” Dawn turned her head all around, trying her best to feign interest. “...Oh… Okay, I just wanted to see...” “In the dark?” Katherine gave her a weird smirk. “Was there anything else, maybe?” Dawn could feel her cheeks getting warm, but remained resolute. “Nope. Did you order the food?” She tried for a quick change in subject. She made for a brisk walk to the exit where Katherine stood, suddenly intensely aware of the lessened crinkle to her step now. It unfortunately tracked now that her diaper was fuller… The diaper. Not her diaper. And with a single hooked finger, Dawn was grabbed. Not by the scruff of her neck, or the back of her shirt. Instead she could hear the paper crinkle as the diaper’s waistband stretched from her backside, inadvertently being the perfect aid to Katherine’s diaper check. Dawn stammered leaping forward, “S-Stop! What are you doing?!” She spun around now with both hands between her legs, feeling the warmth of the front of her infantile underwear. “I was checking your diaper,” Katherine said plainly. “You’re wet, but you don’t need changing just yet.” “I...you don’t just get to do that!” Dawn shouted. “I can tell you that I need to change. And I want to change. Now!” “I just asked if there was anything else you wanted to tell me though?” Katherine, as perceptive as she wanted to be when she felt like it. “Why didn’t you tell me a second ago?” “B-...because it’s my business and not yours!” Dawn frustratingly quipped. “Dawn… If you’re not going to tell me when you use your diapers, I need to check myself so I know when you need a change. It’s okay if you didn’t notice that you--” “I KNOW that I pissed myself!” Dawn cried with balled up hands. “YOU made me do it because you’re making me wear these stupid diapers!” “Indoor voices,” Katherine calmly reminded her, with a face that seemed to be hardly pulled the same kind of way as it could’ve been this morning. “And yes, I made you wear diapers,” Katherine nodded, but it couldn’t have felt any farther from an actual admission if she tried. It was hollow, a meager morsel for Dawn to latch onto just to feel like her feelings were validated. The way Dawn saw her seeing it, she needed diapers from the start and Dawn was quickly losing her edge to give any kind of doubts to that. “Since I made you wear them, can I take full responsibility and check them too?” Stupid, twisted Amazon logic! “Stop.” Dawn frowned heavily. “I’m getting angry. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” There. How was that for communication? “...Okay,” Katherine stood back up, but not before lifting up Dawn with her. “I’m sorry for making you upset like that. Do you accept my apology?” Dawn remained quiet for a second. She was dropping it. Just like that. Never fully, surely, because this would be inevitable, but at least she was being given some space. “...Fine. I accept. Th...thank you.” Her halfway acceptance was enough to put a delighted look on Katherine’s face. “And thank you for talking to me about how you feel!” she rosily smiled. “Dinner should be here soon, so how about we go watch some tv with James?” And as she explained, Katherine walked them into the hallway, closing the office door on the way out. “I’d rather not...” Dawn respectfully declined, not looking forward to another series of cartoons. “No?” She frowned. “There isn’t a lot for you to do right now… We haven’t bought you any toys yet...” Katherine mulled. “I don’t play with toys. I’m in my twenties.” Dawn hoped to contradict whatever was happening in the Amazon’s headspace. “I’m sure we can find some stuff you’ll like? We might have a chance to go to the store tomorrow, but that’s after work for me and James. Shoot, that’s right...” Dawn, wise enough to read the room, “I’ll be fine here by myself, you know...” Unfortunately though, not wise enough to anticipate Katherine saying, “Absolutely not.” Her voice dismissed it like a given certainty. “You know there are a lot of reasons why it’s not safe to leave you here without someone to watch you...” And today’s final stunt may have happened to be one of them... “I don’t need anybody watching me.” “Who’s going to change you when you need one then?” “I don’t need changes because I don’t need diapers!” “Heyy...” James’ voice called from the living room. Not the friendly sort of "hey," but the "watch your mouth" kind. It did reach Dawn’s ears and it did unnerve her, but she tried to ignore it. “Remember that we’ll get in trouble if that lady from LPS sees us mistreating you?” It was like her justification for diapers changed every time just to keep Dawn’s head spinning in circles. “I know you can handle it, so please show me what a trooper you can be?” “Just...” Dawn sighed in frustrating defeat, “just don’t put me in some daycare! Those must be a thing for enslaved Littles, right?” Everything she’d seen so far seemed to support as much. “There won’t be any Daycare,” Katherine assured. “It would be a little hard to find one that could take you on such short notice...” And like that assurance had gone to disappointment. Daycare wasn’t out of the question, it was simply a matter prolonged for a different day. Dawn tensed up, but she had to remind herself that it was one dreaded battle at a time. “Fine. But I’m never going to a daycare. Ever.” Katherine squeezed her. “Thank you for being so cooperative! Do you wanna play with Waver while we wait for dinner?” It was either that or cartoons, apparently. “I want to go outside,” Dawn decided, opting for option number three. Katherine started to wear a concerned expression, then had a sudden change of tune. “I didn’t get a chance to water the garden today… Okay, you can play on the deck, alright?” “Uh-huh.” She just needed some fresh air and something to take her mind off of a wet diaper. “James?” Katherine called, “Dawn and I are gonna be in the backyard, so listen for the door, please!” “Roger!” And off to the backyard they went. One of the most distinct features about their backyard was its fence. Tall and wooden, but the most concerning part being that it was tall. Much too tall for Dawn to climb, and even taller than Katherine. “You don’t have any shoes on,” Katherine said, like Dawn couldn’t keep track of her own clothes, “so I don’t want to see you running out on the grass, okay?” No pants was more in line with Dawn’s concerns, but thankfully that’s where the fence came in. Certainly she felt exposed, but at least it was a warmer night. Looking up she could see some of the stars beginning to show. She wasn’t one for constellations back home, so the jumbled mess of twinkling lights above her head could’ve been the same exact alignment she could’ve seen from Earth. From home… The saying “So close, but so far away” may have been appropriate one night ago, but the longer the day went on the further she drifted from closeness, becoming far from a solution in every sense of the word. Instead of trying to drum up a solution or devote any brainpower to conceiving one, Dawn sat on the edge of the wooden deck steps, gazing up at the stars, desperately trying not to cry over an overwhelming sense of loss. This wasn’t defeat, just a strategic retreat. A crippling retreat that hurt morale so dearly, that the meager promise of words from people she hardly trusted was her new lifeline. And sitting there, listening to the hypnotic hum of thousands of crickets hiding away, her knees fighting to be together despite a warm bulk between her legs, Dawn breathed in and out, slowly and quietly. “Anyone hungry?” James called from the crack left in the door. A resounding bark from Waver doubled down on the greeting. “Starving!” Katherine called back, waving with her wrist the last few spurts of water gently spraying from the hose nozzle. “How about you, Dawn?” Katherine started walking toward her as she coiled up the hose. “Think you can eat?” “Mhm,” she nodded, “sure.” With her mind in other places and wanting to stay there, she didn’t say much. A large pizza box was sitting on the center of the kitchen table, gallantly illustrated with a large and round Italian-stylized chef with cheeks so red and a handlebar mustache so black and curly that you might start to be suspicious of Santa’s off-season work. “Could you get out the plates? I need to go get Dawn’s chair,” Katherine asked her husband while Dawn was set back down. “My chair?” Dawn’s head followed Katherine’s figure right up until she was out of sight. Another oversight Dawn hadn’t considered. Obviously she was too small for an Amazon chair, and she wasn’t fond of sitting in Katherine’s lap either. So what did that leave her with? Of course. She already looked annoyed without even needing to see the reveal. A high chair. Yet another thing to make her blood boil, and another drawn-out, pointless explanation of why it wasn’t making her a baby when it absolutely was. “I wish I had set this up earlier!” Katherine jokingly miffed with a device in her arms. Big, but far, far too handheld to be a giant high chair. It was a chair, or a seat, but a small one, without any discernible legs to stand on its own. Dawn tried to give it a scrutinizing look before asking, “What...what’s that?” She watched Katherine pull back a chair before sliding her trinket against the edge of the table. “Isn’t it great!” Katherine excitedly spoke, likely mistaking Dawn’s cautious curiosity for enthusiasm. “I was thinking of getting a high chair...but this way we can all eat at the table together!” And no plastic trays for Dawn, which was a plus… If it weren’t for the bright coloring of the padded bucket seat, childish designs and buckle between the legs, Dawn would have completely considered it a fair and functional compromise for her size. That being said, it did vastly weigh better in her mind than a high chair… “Cheaper too, I’m guessing?” James added without judgment. “Don’t worry about that,” Katherine kissed James with an undertone of dismissiveness, implying that apparently pricing did not correlate with material cost. “What matters is that we can all sit together,” she nodded to her own statement affirmingly. It felt wrong thanking a captor for their “mercy”, yet Dawn said nonetheless, “Thank you for not getting a high chair.” By the tone of her voice, it showed just how low the bar of standards were, but apparently to an Amazon like Katherine, it made no difference. The floating seat was essentially “biting” on the edge of the table. In place where one of the normal chairs went, Dawn’s new specialized seat was suctioned on the table. “Whoosh!” Katherine cheered as Dawn rocketed off the floor and was deposited into the seat. And an insufferable feeling she tried to ignore immediately was the warm feeling of her own pee-soaked diaper her butt was now forced to get acquainted with. The seat was curved back towards the bottom so she couldn’t accidentally slide forward, and even if it did come to that, she could already feel her legs brushing the strap in between. Even when it wasn’t a high chair, it essentially had just as many restrictions… But if nothing else, at least she could argue that she was sitting at the table. And soon a large porcelain saucer, one of those large platters used at fancy parties for fancy hors d'oeuvres to service twenty guests at a time, was put in front of her. Then a spot for James, and then for Katherine. Only with Amazons as her reference did it finally click that they were Amazon plates. “Mmm!” Katherine’s voice enthused once James opened the top. “I can’t remember the last time we had pizza!” “Sure has been a bit,” James nodded, then strolled over to the fridge. “Want some water?” “That’d be great,” Katherine called, “and don’t forget to fill up Dawn’s sippy cup with her juice?” “It’s just a cup.” Dawn disagreed promptly. “And it’s not my juice. It’s juice that you bought.” “Would you like it if we called it something else?” Katherine, the wisest king of them all, bestowed unto the Little a grand compromise. “Just call it a cup...” she groaned, finding that the more she concerned herself with the semantics, the more foolish it made her feel. It was a catch-22. Take the time to argue every little detail and make yourself look like a kid fidgeting over the tiniest things, or stay quiet and unknowingly signal silent approval that only builds up to bigger and badder standards. Hence the paradox, neither route ever felt like winning. “And I want water too.” she demanded. “But I thought you liked your juice?” Katherine asked once more. “It’s fine.” she modified the question to suit her answer, as well as play things down. She didn’t “like” anything about this. She simply endured what she had to and identified the things that made it all bearable, to put it in extremes. “But I don’t want any more. I want water too.” “Oops.” James interrupted tactfully by setting a sippy cup down in front of Dawn, and she could see the reddish tint of the liquid inside. “Sorry, Dawn, shoulda said something sooner.” “It’s fine, just pour it back into the bottle.” She quipped right back, feeling particularly annoyed. It was just juice, but she wasn’t in the mood. “It doesn’t pour back into the bottle. Finish this and you can have some water.” James spoke like it was law put into effect, and effectively, it was. Dawn didn’t look happy though, feeling cheated as always. “You said you liked it, didn’t you?” Katherine right beside her tried to be supportive in her typical motherly fashion. And at least to Katherine’s credit, she grabbed the sippy cup and unscrewed the top, but left it right next to the cup. Just in case. A reminder that Dawn wasn’t far from falling back even further. “Whatever. I don’t care anymore.” She shut herself right down, then huffed her way into a different subject. “Can we eat now? I’ll have a slice of pepperoni.” It was like every time she spoke it was some sort of bomb that needed collective Amazon brainpower to defuse. “Dawn, honey,” Katherine started to say after sharing a look with James, “it may be a bit too spicy for you…” “What? You guys think pepperoni is spicy?” Dawn looked a bit taken aback. Were Amazon’s taste buds that sensitive? “I mean I guess it kind of is...but no, I’m fine. I’ll have a slice of that.” Not only that, but sweet tomato pizza just sounded weird. Life was about the salts and spices of a food. Sweetness was reserved for desserts, and pizza is not a dessert, and even Amazons couldn't convince her of that inalienable fact otherwise. “Hon, we’ll just finish what she doesn’t eat,” James told Katherine, speaking of the girl’s regret like it was a casual certainty. This wasn’t missed by Dawn, hence the passive annoyance on her face. But even if it was about to be her tiniest, insignificantly non-issue victory against these two, taking a stand in some way felt good. “Then one slice of pepperoni,” Katherine reached for the box, “coming right up!” At least pizza in this world didn’t look different from what Dawn knew back home. Sort of, at least. Cheese was cheese, and crust was crust, but proportions were a whole new ballgame here, expectedly. It was twice the size of a slice she’d normally expect, which made everything so bizarre when it still fit perfectly on her plate which was a reminder of how much a saucer that was too. And the pepperoni looked...recognizable. Same circles, same sort of texture, though they sort of looked like inverted domes, but even Dawn knew that not all pepperonis were made equally, yet hopefully loved all the same. And suddenly her slice of pizza was executed. Beheaded as it lost its tip, sliced and diced into smithereens by sharp tools of murder. In Dawn’s moment of totally paralyzing shock, she looked up at the executioner herself. “There,” Katherine smiled, pulling back the fork and knife once half of the poor slice had been mutilated into perfect squares, “that should be a bit easier to eat?” The pizza was big, very big. Even if it was a “hold with your hands” kind of food, an edible umbrella for a Little was only asking for grease to drip everywhere with each lift and bite. The math simply did not support Little's hands preventing any sort of droopage from such a big piece of food. Albeit not her ideal way of eating it, Dawn picked up a square of her pizza, popping it in her mouth. It was good. Pizza was pizza, and that was comforting enough. Cheesy cheese, tomato sauce...and...juice. A good helping of juice. She was already sipping from her cup. “Is it too much?” Katherine asked, casually eating her own slice like nothing was amiss. “Ahm...” Her tongue was nearly hanging out from her mouth just to give it some fresh air. She tried not to pant and continued trying to nurse the burning spice on her tongue with more and more of that juice. How? It was just a single bite! It didn’t even have pepperoni on it! That’s what was so spicy, right? This wasn’t normal. This was spiked, or something. Like that chocolate! “I’hm fine...” Dawn tried to say, sniffling from her sinuses starting to clear themselves. She felt like she needed to move, but that was hard in a baby seat, so she kicked her legs underneath the table, just to burn off some of the taste! “Do you wanna try some of the sweet tomato instead?” James asked, and he too, looked absolutely unbothered by the pizza. What was wrong with them? Were they made of steel, or something? Did their taste buds not work? “I’m fine...” Dawn said a bit more confidently, finally feeling her tongue calm down. This was a battle of attrition. If she could outlast the spice, she could finish the food. “I like spicy, anyway.” Questionable, but it was the ongoing battle to continuously try and prove these Amazons wrong, and she needed a victory. Desperately. Mostly Katherine and James chatted about things that mostly went over Dawn’s head. Figuratively and literally. People she didn’t know. Shows she didn’t watch. Who got a dog. who was going where. Eerily enough, it almost made them sound like normal people. Like this wasn’t some land of giants keeping other adults in diapers. And Dawn, meanwhile, was unfortunately trying to psych herself up to her second bite of food. She wasn’t scared. She liked the food. She liked spicy. She liked spice. Hesitantly, but with some resolve, Dawn plucked a square with a pepperoni on it. She could see herself now. The new fresh meat in the prison block, and she was staring down the toughest guy of the litter. As she stared at his red, pepperoni eyes, she knew that all it took was one good punch to knock this fool on his feet. Then she’d be top dog, and all the lackeys around him would be trivial. Take on the toughest first...she quietly sighed before opening wide and sticking the whole piece in. The funniest part about spicy food is the delayed reaction it can often have. That’s why this wasn’t so funny. Almost immediately the moment her tongue touched the thin slice of meat atop the square of pizza, the devil himself came down to rake the coals across her tongue. Her head felt warm and her cheeks were hot. Everything was on fire and her throat was already closing, before she could even swallow the spice bomb in her mouth. She tried to chew, she tried to endure, but tears were tears and there was no hiding that. “Dawn? Honey?” Katherine asked, then her eyes widened with surprise the moment she saw the state that she was in. James sitting across from us was caught off guard as well. “Maybe we shouldn’t have let her try...” “H-Hawt...” Dawn breathed through her mouth, continuously sniffing up the sinuses leaking out of her nose. What had she just tried to eat? This wasn’t pepperoni, this was poison! A napkin was pressed against her mouth though, held there by the ever doting Amazon beside her. “It’s okay sweetie, you can spit it out, okay? Come on, I know you’ll feel a lot better once you do, yeah?” It wasn’t even a choice. Dawn’s body decided for her that she would not be finishing the pizza from hell. She spit into the napkin her half-chewed, soft, unrecognizable chunk of pizza. After round two she was already tapping out, but even without the substance her tongue was still barely feeling any better from the beating it’d just taken. She was full-blown sobbing now. From pizza. “Want some juice?” Katherine was already holding out her sippy cup, and Dawn swiped for it like the last bottle of water in a desert. She leaned back and swigged it all away down to the very last drop. And then Katherine’s glass of water, supported by the Amazon herself. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry...” Katherine apologized, oddly enough, in a pained voice. “If I knew it was going to be this bad, I wouldn’t have let you try it…!” Dawn was too preoccupied to answer, but she wanted to disagree. Failure was learning, even if learning was painful. “Howh...” Dawn sniffled, breathing heavily through her mouth like she’d just run a full sprint, “how do you guys eat that stuff?” “It’s what we like, sweetheart...” Katherine rubbed her back the whole way through. She sharply exhaled with her teeth baring, just to make it feel like cold bursts of wind across her searing tongue. “You guys like how this feels?” Dawn asked incredulously, snot leaking from the nose. Were they masochists? Or was it like mutual sadism where they enjoyed seeing their partner struggle with the taste instead? Like how they enjoyed demeaning Littles? “Let me get you some more juice…” Katherine quickly disappeared with the sippy cup. “It doesn’t have as much of a kick for us as it does for you, Dawn,” James explained, “Amazons just have a higher tolerance for spice.” Higher didn’t even describe it. It was like calling the difference between cardboard and steel marginal. Easily, that was the hottest thing Dawn had ever had in her whole life, and these people were writing it off as some mild little thing? Dawn finally realized what Katherine set out to do and tried to chase her with words, calling, “W-wait, I said I wanted water--hey!” she shouted with a nasally tone as James ambushed her with a napkin to the nose, pinching off her fresh streams of nose juice. “You’re leaking like a faucet,” James commented, then squeezed her nose, “honk-honk!” he teased. “Egh...cut it out!” Dawn shouted back, unable to leave her chair, so all she could do was lean her head back and turn the other cheek. “If you can use your outdoor voice then I think that means you’re feeling better...” Katherine sighed with relief as she set the sippy cup back down, top still unscrewed. But Dawn’s plate was promptly pulled from her reach, paired with Katherine saying, “but I think that’s enough adventure for one night. Don’t you wanna try some of the sweet tomato? I bet you’re gonna like it a lot?” “No. I’m fine with this.” Dawn sniffled, a small, but clear detriment to her resolve. Her resolve to not feel demoted in some way compared to these two. “Do you really want to be in tears every time you take a bite of your food?” James made an obvious point, but logic was starting to lose its effect on the increasingly irrational girl; a product from trying to perceive the world she was currently stuck in. “That’s my decision. And yes, I do.” Dawn huffed. “Now give it back. I’m finishing my food.” “What’s wrong with the other kind?” Katherine frowned. “We got some just for you?” For her. It was always for her, and yet Dawn could hardly remember a single time when she asked for any of it. “And I didn’t ask for it. Katherine, James,” she crossed her arms, looking as dignified as one could in a baby seat, “I don’t want to fight.” “We don’t either.” James agreed, but did not extend an olive branch. “But you need to drop it. You’re being picky right now.” “I’m not being picky when I say that--!” “Alright, alright,” Katherine shushed Dawn promptly, even giving her husband a look. “Dawn? How about we share a slice? Actually, I’ve never had sweet tomato before; I was a little curious about how it tastes…?” “Then you can have some yourself,” Dawn groaned. “Whatever. Forget it. I’m done. I’m done eating.” “Dawn, don’t be like that,” James admonished. “You only had two bites?” then Katherine to finish the one-two. She was already pulling a slice out of the box. Dawn watched her plate be emptied onto Katherine’s and was quickly seated with a new piece of pizza. It looked like softened tomato sauce cubes dotted the top of the pizza. No circular cuts of meat that looked salty and tasty (and unfortunately spicy to an unholy degree). Just like before the pizza was cut into bite-sized pieces and things were about to loop once again. And as Katherine was cutting, Dawn knew how the song and dance would go. Sit there and force her to finish her food. Nowhere to go if the only way out of your seat was by getting on the good side of the two only people capable of it. Frustrated, she swiped a piece of the bite-sized pizza from the plate and stuffed it in her mouth. It was fine. It tasted like normal pizza. The not overtly spicy kind. Unfortunately sweet, even. Stupid tomatoes… “Ooou, is it good?” Katherine enthusiastically asked. “It’s pizza. And it’s sweet.” She was already trying to lean out of her seat for Katherine’s plate. “Let me have some of the other stuff now.” she demanded, like negotiations were still on the table. But apparently good will and masked intent were low in supply, because Katherine firmly remarked, “No, it’s too spicy for you.” Finally without beating around the bush. “If you can finish this though, we got two slices for you.” And didn’t that make her feel special. More humiliation as a reward for being so willing to be humiliated. “Just taste it yourself! It’s sweet! Pizza isn’t supposed to be sweet!” Katherine was still smiling, but something about Dawn’s taunt made her visibly stiffen just slightly. Her hand hesitated for a moment as it reached out for the food on the plate, then seemed to double down with commitment. Playing hot potato with the pizza, Katherine couldn’t have been holding it longer than a second before getting it into her mouth. “M--...Mmm…!” In a loud, exaggerated tone of voice, Katherine nodded approvingly with a hand politely covering her mouth. Her eyes were shut and her brow was furrowed while she forced a somewhat pleasant reaction. But it was clear as day. She hated it. “What, do you not like sweet things?” Dawn frowned. Again, pizza had no business being sweet, but it obviously wasn’t the end of the world. The nerve they had to call her the picky eater? “Sweet tomato is usually a flavor meant for Littles.” James commented, looking a bit amused at the look on Katherine’s face, who just finished washing down the food with a large swig of water. “Amazons don’t do well with sweets normally, like how Littles can’t handle spice...” Katherine sighed, her one-hit wonder performance far behind her now. “Well I can handle spicy. You guys just put a ridiculous amount of it on your food. Why even?” “It doesn’t taste that bad to us, sweetheart...” Katherine further emphasized by the unbothered look, or rather, a face of glee to be eating something palatable again. “Kind of like how that doesn’t taste bad to you?” “Well it does.” Dawn crossed her arms. Not bad in the unbearable sense, but bad in an unusual way. It was good. Sort of. But that wasn’t pizza. Not her kind of pizza. She’d rather nostril-flaring, throat-closing, tear-inducing pizza over something that validated the social disparity between the big and small. And so dinner went on. A continuous wear and tear to Dawn’s mental fortitude, eventually convincing her to eat some of her food, and finally just giving in completely. It wasn’t torture. It didn’t even taste bad. She just hated giving in at this point. Katherine and James chatted, Dawn listened. “So?” But finally, Dawn interrupted, specifically looking at James. “Did you find anything out today?” He blinked, glancing at Katherine like she might have the answer. “Anything about what?” She stowed away her annoyance just this once, taking into account what a busy day today had been. “About getting me back home?” “Dawn, I’ve been at work all day, and Katherine’s been watching you. There hasn’t been a chance all day--” “Weren’t you just watching tv though?” Dawn interrupted without hesitation, already prepared for a counterattack. “That was free time, wasn’t it?” “Because it’s been a long day, Dawn,” James seemed to answer without much apology. “This is just after I finished setting up your room so that you’re able to stay with us while we figure something out.” Dawn’s mouth tensed as her palms started to press against the table. But she shot a hot burst of air from her mouth, scoffing with a mumble, “Yeah, for a crib I never asked for...” Then a brazen hand caught her by the chin. “Dawn, don’t be rude,” Katherine looked down at her with a stern look. “James works hard and he’s trying just as much as I am to make you feel comfortable. He doesn’t deserve an attitude.” “...” Dawn grimaced. There was truth, but it hardly subsided the frustration. “...Fine. But I’m angry.” “And that’s one thing, but it’s another to take it out on others. Apologize.” Katherine, with a firm grasp on the situation now, reprimanded the relatively small girl. “Sorry.” It was plain, undressed and crude, but it was an apology. “I’m done eating,” she looked up at Katherine, making a statement rather than a request. She hesitated to ask, but then remembered just how little of a secret her own modesty was anymore between these two. “Can you change me now? Or let me change myself?” Preferably the latter, which in retrospect she should have asked before the former. “Before bed,” Katherine answered, rewriting the rules of the game on the spot. “And good job eating your dinner,” she smiled, “I’m proud of you for finishing something you didn’t like.” She didn’t want Katherine to be proud of her for anything. Anything an Amazon probably found pride in with regards to a Little was more than likely something to do with either blind obedience or a diaper... “It...it wasn’t that bad. It was different.” And so too if Katherine could change her mind, so could Dawn. “How about some more cartoons before it’s time to go upstairs?” Katherine was already lifting her out of the seat. “James and I are gonna still be eating, so the TV is all yours. You might have to share with Waver, though!” she playfully taunted. “Fine.” It wasn’t even worth fighting anymore, but she would certainly be finding herself in need of some other kind of entertainment soon. TV was hardly a pastime for her under normal circumstances, so she was certain to break if that’s all she could get in a place like this.

Chapter 14: Deviation Regression Echo – LittleFallenPrincess I couldn’t say a word as I looked down at the friend I thought I had lost two years ago... She was dressed in the most ridiculously-looking baby dress and frilly socks, and you could see just how thickly padded she was underneath as the stroller straps lifted the dress up, revealing the nappy she was wearing. Matching pink dummy in her mouth and her black hair in pigtails... there was no doubt... this was her. This was Danielle. “Elise?” She asked again, taking the dummy out of her mouth. “Wait... this is Elise?” The mother looked down at Danny as she nodded. “Hi Danny…” I managed to finally speak up. “ELLIE!” Danielle said, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh my god I can’t bewieve it’s you!” She said, bouncing up and down in her stroller. Her nappy crinkled audibly as she bounced. “I… it’s… umm… good to see you?” I lied. It was terrifying. “Oh don’t worry, Mummy won’t adopt you! And I’m not fully wegressed!” She said, taking her dummy out to talk. “I… but… umm… what about all… this…” I said, pointing to her outfit. “Nah, Mummy is the bestest! You can trust her!” She replied. “Baby, we can’t stay long, we’ve got that important appointment, why don’t you invite your little friend over for dinner later tonight? You two can catch up then.” The Mother looked at me, smiling. I felt a pit in my chest open up as I stared into her eyes, and awkwardly smiled back at her. “She can come to dinner later? Yeah! Dat’s a good idea!” Danny clapped her hands again, her little mittens muffling the sound. “I… I can’t, sorry…” I interrupted. “Oh, well how about another time? I know, I’ll give you my number and we can arrange a playdate! Sorry, I meant dinner date! I’m not used to Danny meeting independent littles. Anyway, here's my card.” said Danny’s ‘Mummy’. She pulled out a card from her bag and handed it to me. Nodding awkwardly, I took the card and placed it in my back pocket before turning around to grab the drinks Julie was currently making for the Mother and Danny. With a big smile on her face, Julie walked over to the counter and handed the drinks over, wishing them both a good day. “Wemember! Call Mummy!” Danny said, waving goodbye to me as her Mummy pushed her out of the store, their drinks in her free hand. I stood there, visibly shaking, as I struggled to contain my emotions. This was the third time I had seen her, but it still left me feeling more messed up than the first time I saw her. “What was all that about? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Julie asked. “I… that… that was Danny.” “Danny?” “Danielle.” I clarified. “OH! You mean…” She put her hands to her mouth in shock. “Yeah… best friend who went missing, Danielle. The one I told you about.” “I’m sorry hun. Looks like she was adopted after all…” “Yeah. Seeing her like that…” Shivers ran through my body. “Anyway, where did you come from? I didn’t see you return.” “I came out to see how the thing with that customer who has a crush on you was going… only to find you white as a sheet and struggling to complete the lady’s order.” “I… I didn’t know what to say.” “What was that thing she handed you?” Julie asked, pointing to my back pocket. “I… oh… it’s her phone number. They invited me to dinner later today.” Hailey dashed over from her coffee, leaving it on the table she was just sitting at, and stood by the counter. “Are you going to go? Don’t you think it’ll be a trap?” She asked. “Maybe. I’m not sure. But that can wait for another day. For now… are you still on for later?” I asked Hailey. “Of course. You can come crash at my place, try and get out of this… whatever it is that’s bothering you. Anyway, I better go, got that meeting. I’ll give you a call when I’m out and I’ll come pick you up!” “Thanks Hailey. See you later.” And with that, Hailey headed off, leaving Julie and I alone once again. “What was all that about?” Julie asked, breaking the awkward silence. “I… I needed a place to crash. Somewhere safe. Away from… people.” “Isn’t it safe at your apartment?” “Usually… but I have no food in and I’d have to go out and then I’d get… Look, I just need to get through today.” I left it purposefully vague, I wasn’t sure she’d understand. Hailey didn’t, and Julie wasn’t much better when it came to my nerdy interests. “Fair enough. When are you going? After work?” “Shit… umm… wait… I wonder…” ‘If I stay at work, there’s a good chance David will adopt me. Wait… he only gave me my third strike because I didn’t do the order forms!’ “Julie, cover for me again?” I asked her, excitedly. I had an idea. “Again? Why now?” She replied. “I need to do those order forms A.S.A.P. Otherwise David will give me my third strike, and then he’ll adopt me.” “Fine…. go get them done. Then get back here!” ‘Can’t risk any mistakes. Need to see if I can get through this day without being regressed. So I won’t give anyone any excuse to adopt and regress me. You got this El…’ I thought to myself as I headed off into the storage room to fill out the forms. Fifteen minutes later, I came back out, handing the forms to David on the way back to the store floor. “All done?” Julie asked. “Yeah.” I replied. “All done. No reason for a third strike. At least not today. I’m going to master this day and make it through to tomorrow!” I smiled. “You say the weirdest things sometimes…” Julie laughed. I shrugged it off and got back to work. Thirty minutes later, David walked out as Julie was serving customers and I was cleaning the tables. “Ellie… one minute of your time please?” He asked, with a serious look on his face. “What’s up?” I asked. “Just come with me, please?” “Oh… okay…” I said, walking over to the counter again, throwing the cloth into the sink and following David into his office. “Take a seat, please…” ‘This doesn’t sound good… but why? What did I do wrong? I did everything he asked for, there’s no way I’ve earned another strike!’ I thought as I climbed up onto the Amazon-sized seat across the table from where David sat down. “What’s this about?” I asked nervously. “Your performance… has been lacking.” He replied. “But I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me…” “You did. You gave me the forms on time…” “Why do I feel there’s a giant ‘but’ coming…?” “But…” ‘There it is…’ “...You made a mistake. A very large one. These forms, if I sent them out, would be bad for not only the company… but also for you…” He continued. “Oh… I’m sorry! If I can have them back, I’ll fix them!” “I’m afraid you’re out of time, Ellie…” He said, shaking his head. “But I should have hours left…” “No, sorry, I didn’t get around to reading them until it was past the deadline…” ‘But the deadline shouldn’t be due until later… what the hell is going on…?’ “But I should have had more time…” I argued. “You didn’t. And so you failed to submit these forms in time. Which means…” This was it. End of the line. He was going to adopt me. ‘NO. Not again! Fuck this!’ “I quit.” I blurted out, my heart still racing. “Wait… sorry?” He suddenly sounded shocked by my sudden statement. “I said I quit. Thank you for the opportunity to work here. But I quit. I’m giving no notice, I apologise, but that’s it. I’m done.” I replied. “But… you can’t do that…” “Because what? You were going to give me a third strike?” “Well… yeah…” “Yeah well I quit. So you can’t give me my third strike.” “But… But… What about rent? What will you do for money?” He asked, trying to convince me not to quit. “I don’t care. I simply don’t care. If I can somehow manage to get out of this fucking day, I’ll worry about that tomorrow. If I ever see it.” “Huh?” “So here’s your stupid little name badge, and your stupid little apron…” I said taking them off my body and throwing them onto the desk in front of me. “But I…” “Was going to adopt me before I could get to an adoption centre? I know. I know all about your little plans with your girlfriend to adopt me. I know all about the fact that you want me to be your little ‘Princess’...” “H… How?” David looked both shocked and scared that I somehow knew all about his little plan. “Because it’s obvious. Now, you can pay me what I’m owed for the hours I’ve worked up until now by paying it directly into my account. For now, goodbye.” I climbed off the chair, trying to appear as strong and dignified as I could, and headed for the door. Just as I opened it (with some difficulty might I add, this place wasn’t built for someone my size), David slammed it shut. “I don’t think so. You were supposed to…” “David.” I said loudly, making sure people outside could hear me. “I quit. You can’t give me a strike. You can’t adopt me.” “Who says I can’t?” My heart was racing already from the adrenaline pumping through my body after managing to quit this shitty job, but now it got worse as David’s face got scarier and he held the door closed with his hand. “I…” David loomed over me, his sweaty arms getting closer and closer… ready to grab me. ‘No… please… I did everything I could! I was going to get through this day! I was going to escape this loop!’ I backed up into the corner, David slowly walking towards me with his arms outstretched, ready to grab me if I tried to make a run for it. Suddenly the door burst open, taking both me and David by surprise. He turned around to see what had impacted the door so hard it caused the frame to splinter. “Get your fucking hands off her you creep!” Hailey screamed from the doorway. ‘H… Hailey? But…’ Being the taller Amazon, she dashed over and grabbed David by the collar of his shirt, pushing him back into the wall next to me and pinning him against it. “Don’t fucking lay a finger on my friend. She’s not yours to adopt…” Hailey growled at him. “Hailey…?” I stuttered. “Work meeting finished early. I came back as quickly as I could. Julie heard your conversation, then we heard shouting…” She replied. “You saved me…” “You’re my friend. I told you I’d protect you…” She smiled at me, then turned her gaze to David, who looked ready to piss his pants at any moment. Hailey’s face quickly changed from her smiley persona from when she was looking at me. Now she was looking at David… and she was pissed. “She… she earned her third strike…” He mumbled, trying to weasel his way out of this. “NO I DIDN’T! I QUIT BEFORE YOU COULD GIVE IT!” I shouted up at him. “So you thought you’d adopt her, even though you had no cause to do so?” Hailey yelled into his face. “I mean… yeah… legally… I can…” He responded. “Legally? You want to talk about what’s legal and what isn’t? What about slipping laxatives in little’s drinks?” There was an awkward silence, followed by David’s audible gulp. “Lots of Amazons do it to adopt littles… you know that…” “Yes, but isn’t your company ‘dedicated to making their stores safer for littles’?” She retorted. “Yeah… but you have no proof!” He whined, sweating profusely. “I knew this would come in handy one day…” With one hand still pinning David to the wall, Hailey pulled out her phone, swiped through the menus, then showed the screen up to David’s face. From what I could see… it was a video of… the coffee shop? And in it… oh god, she had proof David was spiking Little’s drinks! “So if you don’t back off from my friend here… I’m sure your management would love to see what you’ve been doing. Even better… what if I posted this on social media… that’d make your company look really good, especially with everything that’s going on in the media regarding little’s rights…” “F… fuck you…” Was all he was able to mutter back. “Sorry, what was that?” Hailey’s face got closer to his. “FINE! TAKE HER!” He yelled. She let go of his collar, and he quickly scampered off back to behind his desk, clearly scared out of his mind by my friend. “Good. And stop spiking drinks. Otherwise…” “I get it! Go! You’re barred from the store! Both of you! Fuck off you crazy bitches!” I grinned at him as Hailey turned back around, looking down at me. “You okay hun?” She asked. “Thanks. For having my back.” I replied. “I love you hun, you know that. I’ll always protect you. Right, seeing as we’re not welcome here… let’s go. You still want to go back to mine?” “Please…” I didn’t know what I was going to do for money, or for work… maybe I could speak to my landlord or something? Either way… I couldn’t work here anymore. David had clearly rigged it so I was going to fail today no matter what. I swear I did the paperwork correctly, he must have lied. Whether or not I did the paperwork correctly or at all or anything… he was going to find an excuse or even lie about it all just to have a reason to adopt me. I no longer felt safe here, so even if I did manage to get out of this loop today… I certainly didn’t want to work here again. “Come on then hun, let’s go.” She said, holding out her hand. I grabbed it and she led me out of the office. As one final act of resistance, I stuck my tongue out at David. And damn, it felt satisfying to do that. ========================================================== ? I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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3 - The next day The next morning Megan was up early. She wanted to make sure that she would wake up before Lisa, so she could wake her up without an opportunity for Lisa to touch herself. When she entered Lisa's room, Lisa was lying on her side with her blanket between her legs, slowly humping in her sleep. Megan sat down on her bedside again and gently shook her on the shoulder. “Wake up, Lisa. It’s time for breakfast…” Lisa was slowly waking up and looked up at Megan. The memories of last night rushing back into her head. Her masturbating with her pull ups, Megan finding out and helping her, arousing her in the process like nobody had ever done before. And the new rules that Megan had told her, not being able to masturbate without Megan's approval. She remembered how she had almost broken that rule right after they had agreed about them. And even now she became aware of being horny and having her blanket between her legs. She was blushing furiously again, looking up at Megan, who was looking down at her with an amused expression on her face. “My, my, you are one horny girl, hm? Did you have some naughty dreams? You know humping your blanket like that... It’s not exactly breaking the rules because you didn’t do it on purpose, but we’ll have to think about something there. It’s not very hygienic to sleep in your used blanket like that. Now it’s time to get up. You can’t keep your lazy ass in bed all day, and I have some errands to run.” Lisa was unsure of what to do. She really was very horny, even after a nights sleep she could still feel the wetness between her legs. She looked at Megan pleadingly, but Megan only shook her head slightly. “I know, sweetheart, but I really have to go soon. There’s no time for that, I’m sorry. Perhaps later, when I’m back.” Megan stood up again, leaving Lisa's room. “And don’t forget. I’m buying some proper diapers for you so you can test them in the evening. So don’t go number two today.” With that she left Lisa behind and left the flat to start her shopping trip. When she returned in the late afternoon that day, she had to make several trips from the car to her flat, to get all the things she had bought. It had cost her a small fortune, but if all went right it would be worth it. Lisa was sitting in her room, listening to some music and browsing some magazines. Normally she would have asked for Lisa to help, but most things she had bought would shock her too much so Megan chose to bring up the stuff herself. Besides the usual groceries she had bought a large pack of diapers. She had been in the diaper aisle of the pharmacy for some time when the sales girl had asked if she could help. They had talked about 5 minutes about Megan’s 'teenage sister, who was moving in with her after her parents couldn’t care for her anymore’. The girl had been very helpful and after telling her that Lisa would need protection for heavy wetting and messing, the girl had shown her exactly what she needed to buy. So after a few minutes she had left the pharmacy with a large pack of very absorbent diapers, some powder and oil, a changing mat and a rubber sheet in case the diaper leaked. On top of that she bought a douche and enema set for Lisa, including a bulb, an enema bag and a large nozzle. After that she went to the local adult book store to get some things there. It would probably take some time before these came out, but she still wanted to be prepared. All these things were now in her own room, most of them hidden in her closet. When she finally called for Lisa all that was visible was Lisa's first proper diaper in her adult life. Lisa had been nervous all day. She hadn’t bothered changing out of her pajamas, feeling like being lazy after a day like yesterday. She had touched herself again between her legs for a few seconds, but scolded herself for betraying Megan's trust in her. So she was quite frustrated all day. On top of that she had remembered Megan's last order for her: Don’t go number two. It had been quite difficult. She usually was very regular and it was already getting late when Megan finally arrived from her shopping trip. She had been tempted to just go to the toilet, but didn’t want to disappoint Megan. Now, as she entered Megan's bedroom and saw the diaper, her diaper, on Megan's bed, Lisa wasn’t so sure anymore. “Come in, Lisa. Hey, you’re still in your pajamas. Another lazy day at home?” “Yeah, I didn’t want to do anything. I was still exhausted from yesterday, you know?” “That’s alright, I know it was a lot to take in. Now come here and take off your bottoms.” When Lisa moved to Megan’s bed, Megan was already pulling at her pajamas, pulling it all the way down and helping her step out of it. All she had left was her top, when Megan slowly guided her onto the changing mat on her bed. “I don’t think they’ll fit you with your diaper on, so we can leave them off for now. We can always buy some new ones. They do look good on you, so we should do that someday. What do you think?” “Uhu.” “Okay, bottom up. There you go. Now some oil. You know that looks kind of sexy, your bare pussy with the glistening oil. Are you excited about your new diapers? You look a little excited.” And with that Megan slowly drew her oiled finger up and down Lisa's pussy, getting a low moan from Lisa. “Hm, I think someone’s excited.” With that, she closed the diaper over Lisa's pussy and patted her front crotch. “Okay, there you go. Do you need to go now or do you need a bit of time?” “I… I think I still need some more time... “ Lisa did have to go, but no way could she do it right here right now. “Okay, then we’re finished here. If you have to go, come find me, okay?” She wanted to watch?! Lisa could only nod her head, too afraid to say anything. “Okay, why don’t you go back to your room and listen to some more music. If nature calls, just yell and I’ll come to your room. Off you go.” And with a small slap on her diapered bottom Lisa was shoved out of Megan's room, who busied herself with cleaning up the diaper supplies. During dinner that evening Megan could clearly see Lisa was squirming in her diaper. Obviously the girl was desperate for the toilet, but didn’t want to use her diaper, especially with Megan’s request to be there when it happened. When they had finished eating Megan pulled Lisa to the living room for some cuddle time again. They sat for about 5 minutes, Lisa frequently getting cramps, when Megan finally said something about it. “You know, I know you’re desperate. It’s not like I can’t feel you squirming around and all.” Lisa was blushing again. So it was obvious she had to poop badly. “Now I don’t know if you have to poop yet, but if you want to masturbate now, I think it’s okay if you do so from outside of your diaper, okay?” Oh god. Megan had misinterpreted her squirming for her being horny. Well she was still horny, but most of all she needed to use the bathroom. “I…” “It’s okay, come on. I’ll help a little bit.” And with that she turned Lisa on her lap so that she was facing away from her, sitting on one leg with her crotch rubbing on Megan’s tight. “You’ll have to do the humping yourself, you know.” Of course Megan knew that Lisa’s squirming wasn’t because she was horny. She had no doubt that Lisa was horny, she could see her very hard nipples through the thin top. But pushing her to masturbate while she really needed to go was just a bit mean fun for Megan. Lisa would have to tell her. “I… Megan, I really have to go to the bathroom. May I please go to the bathroom?” Lisa was begging now. She didn’t want to use the diaper in front of her friend, it was humiliating enough that Megan knew what she was about to do in a minute, and she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer. “Oh, I see. So how do you do this? Do you need something softer to hump? You can use the pillow here.” Lisa didn’t know what to do, so she did the only thing that came to her mind, get up and run to the bathroom. Unfortunately Megan still had her arms around her from behind, so when she tried to get up, Megan held her and Lisa fell back down. After a short struggle Lisa was finally standing in front of Megan, but it was too late. With a short grunt Lisa's body took over and pushed with all her might. At first nothing happened. Lisa had been desperate for some time so her poo was a bit harder than usual. She almost sighed with relief, but it was only for a second. Then her body pushed again, and this time there was no holding back. With more grunting and crackling, her poo slowly left her body, accompanied by some pee she had been holding all along, too. Megan was watching Lisa with great interest. She was fascinated by her display, and again not at all repulsed. When Lisa finally finished, Megan was there to pull her into her arms and give her a big hug. Lisa was crying again, having messed herself in front of her friend. She didn’t know how it came to that, and didn’t know what to do. So she was very relieved when Megan took her in her arms and after some minutes guided her slowly back to Megan’s bedroom. She could only watch when Megan pulled out her changing mat and pushed her down on it again. “Are you okay, Lisa? I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be that urgent or I would have helped you. It’s alright you know. The diaper worked perfectly, no leak, nothing dirty. Well except for your bottom, but that’s to be expected. And I’m sorry that I thought you were horny. But with your behavior last night and this morning and your little nipples standing out like that I thought that you needed some relief. I’m not angry at you. Well, I’m a little bit angry that you touched yourself last night right after we talked about that. But it’s okay, I’ll forgive you. I think that was embarrassing enough so we don’t need to further punish you, okay?” Megan had opened Lisa’s diaper in the front and just let it sit there for a moment while she talked to Lisa. She had started to caress Lisa’s inner thigh, wanting to arouse the girl some more while being in her mess. But Lisa would become cold soon, so she started the process of cleaning the girl, paying special attention to her pussy again. “So the good news is that we don’t have to clean you up like yesterday. As you weren’t humping your diaper this time, it’s mostly contained and the baby wipes will do.” When she finished, Lisa had stopped crying and was now just laying there. She first looked up when Megan started to apply some more oil to her crotch. “What…” “Shhh. It’s okay. I’ve been thinking about you humping your blanket this morning. I think it would be best if we put a diaper on you for the night. That way you don’t have to worry about messing your bed in your sleep. And I think you like the feeling anyway.” “But…” “No Lisa. I can’t have you humping your blanket. We can’t wash it every day and it would be way too dirty to sleep in it again. So as long as you don’t have a better solution for your little problem, I suggest you accept this.” “But it won’t happen again, Megan. Please, believe me. I’ll be good.” “I know that you want to be good, but I don’t think that’s possible at the moment. We’ll try it out and if it doesn’t work, we’ll look into something different. But for now, that’s how it’s gonna be.” And with that she closed Lisa’s new diaper around her. Lisa was pouting, but didn’t want to push Megan or disobey her directly. She was her friend and idol after all, and if she was completely honest to herself she did like the feeling of a diaper. And the change she received from Megan. “But what if I have to go to the loo?” “Well, you come to me and I will help you.” And with that the discussion was over. Shortly afterwards Lisa went to bed and was almost asleep in her new diaper, when Megan again opened her door and entered the room. “How are you feeling tonight? Are you okay?” “Yes, thank you.” “You’re quite welcome, sweetie. I know some of the things don’t seem fair to you, but I think it’s for the best.” “It’s just… I’m so confused.” “It’s okay, you’ll sort it out eventually. And I’m sorry that me changing you makes you feel awful. I hope that you’ll get used to it at some point. Or we can stop doing it in the future. But right now I think it’s the best way, okay?” “I… It’s not awful… You know I really like some of it. It’s humiliating and … I don’t know. But some part of me likes it.” Lisa was blushing again, but Megan was now smiling as she had never done before. She couldn’t contain herself and gave Lisa a big hug and a big kiss on her mouth. “Oh Lisa, you don’t know how happy you’re making me by saying that. Here I was thinking it was awful for you, but deep inside you liked it. I’m so happy… Wait here, I have a little present for you. I wanted to give it to you when we were a bit further, but I think you deserve it now. Just a second.” Lisa watched confused as her friend jumped up and left her room, running across the hallway to her own. When Megan returned, she was grinning and holding something behind her back. She sat down next to Lisa again, then slowly pulled the new vibrator from behind her back and showed it to Lisa. Lisa had never seen anything like it. It looked like a long drop, but was bent, almost like a small hook. “Do you know what that is?” She didn’t so Lisa shook her head slowly. “Oh… so then it’s going to be even more of a surprise.” With that Megan pulled the blanket back and opened Lisa’s diaper on one side. Lisa was shocked but Megan gently pushed her back down and told her to relax. Then slowly she opened Lisa's pussy lips and pushed the vibrator into her, leaving only the thicker portion of it resting against Lisa's lips and clit. Lisa’s breathing was getting deeper again, and when Megan patted the front of the toy, all she could do was moan a little. Then Megan closed the diaper again. “Uhh… so it’s a dildo?” “Well well. Not so innocent after all, are we? You see, it’s not exactly a dildo, because dildos can’t do that.” And with that Megan pushed a button on the remote control she had hidden, slowly starting the vibrations. The effect on Lisa was clearly visible. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth formed an O and her hands tried to reach for her crotch. “Ah ah ah, no touching, remember. Only on the outside of the diaper…” And with that she pushed another button on the remote control and Lisa lost control. She shook and moaned, pushing her hands on the front of the diaper, while Megan sat beside her, squeezing her inner thighs and smiling down at the young girl. When she finally approached her orgasm, she pulled her in for a hug and a deep kiss, the first of many to follow.

I really don't have a choice in regards to wearing diapers when visiting my doctor or anyone else. If I don't wear diapers I am 100% sure I will end up peeing in my pants or shorts. Being incontinent forces you into diapers, wearing diapers gets your body use to going whenever you feel the urge, so now I tend to leak all of the time!

I'll be 74 soon. Some days I feel like 40. Some days I feel my real age because of neuropathy and arthritis. I always feel much younger when throwing the football or baseball with some of my awesome grand sons.

WARNING! READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!!! ACTS OF VIOLENCE AND GORE DESCRIBED!!! This story is indeed a Diaper Dimension story, but it's a bit different from ones you are probably used to. To summarize but hopefully not spoil, after reading so many stories with exceptionally cruel amazons, with so many different little (and the occasional tweener) protagonists, themselves and others, suffering at the hands of such amazons, I found myself wondering something. What if there was a little serial killer? Yes I know with the technology and nanites and hypnosis and whatnot that the amazons largely have at their disposal, as well as the obvious size and strength difference, that a little harming them, or at least more than one, seems pretty far-fetched in these stories about a race of babying giants from another dimension and their super-advanced sci-fi tech. I just wanted to give a heads up that there is going to be violence involved, from someone who LOVES horror movies and the horror genre in general. There will still be PLENTY of the amazon babying humiliation goodness, just with the extra horror aspect added in. If anyone is triggered by described acts of violence, I have another DD story that might be more suitable, Little Survivor, not to mention the many other DD stories available out there that are not as... bloody as this one is. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy... Little Monster! Little Monster (Prologue) by Panther Cub "So what do you think happened?" Detective Roberts heard his partner, Detective Melissa Alvarez, ask from the passenger seat. He had just shown his badge to the security guard at the gate to the gated community that they were entering, Brookshire Estates, an ever familiar pit forming in his gut. "The Chief's been missing for two days, and then a little while ago a neighbor called in having heard screams coming from his house. That's all we know," Roberts said, his gut saying otherwise. "The Chief would at least call in or something," Alvarez said. The radio cackled to life, informing the two that backup was on the way, as another unit had just pulled up to the gate. It was then that Roberts pulled into the familiar two-story upper-class suburban dream. He noticed that the lawn was starting to look a little shaggy. Roberts took note that it's definitely been longer than three days since the grass was cut, and Chief Alexander was nothing if not meticulous about his lawn. The pit in the detective's gut doubled in size. "Well, they did just recently adopt, and new Littles can be quite the handful," he said, more to himself than to his partner. She looked about as unconvinced as he did. They got out just as their backup arrived. Roberts led the way, ready to knock on the front door and hoping to find a sleepless older man, looking disheveled and unshaven, with a story about the new little keeping them up or maybe even trying to escape. Instead, he found that the door was already open. "Hello? Clancey? Bonnie?" There was no answer, and so he called out again. He spotted a red smear on the white doorframe, and his heart skipped a beat. "Blood." With the probable cause they needed he and his partner entered, guns out, with the officers right behind them. From the entryway there was a clear line of sight to the dining room. There was a new blue with white trim high chair sitting next to the large oak table. Roberts and Alvarez quickly walk around the ground floor, finding all the doors and windows locked, nothing looking out of place. With the officers staying on the ground floor, calling in another unit, the detectives headed upstairs. Halfway up, they stopped. On the banister, near the floor, was a bloody handprint, as though someone had been laying on the floor, gripping it. Looking a little closer, Roberts could see indentations from fingernails. "Oh my god," Alvarez said, looking past the bannister in sickened shock. Roberts looked, his stomach clenching. Blood, tiny droplets like a fine red mist had been sprayed, and small pools of it splashed all about in the hall just past the top of the stairs. Even up on the ceiling. Immediately Melissa was on her radio calling in more backup. With confirmation, they continued onwards. Amidst the rest were splotches and drag marks leading right to the master bedroom. Looking inside, Roberts was reminded of a horror movie. The hallway had been bad, but the master bedroom was much worse. There, laying in the bed was Bonnie. Her face had been bludgeoned to a pulp, with a small hammer laying right next to her. Oh god... did the Chief do this? I know that he and Bonnie had been having problems before the adoption, but this... no, no assumptions. Roberts and Alvarez had both seen their fair share of homicides during their careers, so they pulled it together. Looking a little closer, Roberts saw that Clancey's side of the bed was the most disheveled, his pillows and part of the blankets and sheets on the floor, also covered in blood. He then noticed a trickling pattern of blood along with some intermittent bloody handprints on the floor, leading to the door. He looked again at Bonnie, and fought the bile that tried to come up. Her hands were at her sides, and they seemed clean. "No defensive wounds," he mumbled under his breath. Already he had a theory, even though his training taught him to reserve his judgment until further investigation yielded more clues. But he was only human, and he had seen blitz attacks. The intruder attacked them while they were sleeping... he probably gave Clancey a few whacks, being a big guy and clearly a bigger threat, before going to work on the still-sleeping Bonnie. She normally takes sleeping pills, so she could have still been out like a light. But Clancey hadn't been dead, just seriously injured, and maybe disoriented. He crawled to the door and to the stairs... when the intruder came for him next. But... there's too much blood here to just be Bonnie's... A thump in the room next door made him and Alvarez freeze. They walked back out into the hallway, just as the additional units were pulling up. On a silent count of three, Roberts pushed open the door and flicked on the lights to what appeared to be the new nursery. It was painted blue for the little boy that they had just adopted from another dimension. More blood was splashed around, but the crib was empty, or almost empty. Was this a kidnapping? Portal Littles can be worth a lot on the black market. They swept the room, before Roberts approached the crib. Inside was a very large jack in the box. He recognized it as the kind where kids and littles could put their favorite toy or stuffie inside to make pop back out with the hand crank. They could even be set to start turning their own cranks all by themselves, either on a timer or even if their sensors indicated that someone was nearby and in range. Roberts guessed he was in range, as the crank started to slowly turn. He and Alvarez heard the tune to Pop Goes the Weasel slowly started to play. The song reached its end and the lid popped open, making the two detectives flinch. Staring back at them was Clancey's head. His pale face, the slight jowls he was beginning to form, the short-cropped hair with a receding line and his red nose, staring blankly at the two detectives, his mouth hanging wide open. "Dear god," Alvarez said, sounding sick. Roberts was of the same mind. Despite all the previous grisly cases they had worked, it never got any easier, especially when the person in question was someone you had just seen and talked with recently. Roberts then noticed a piece of yellow note paper folded and stuffed inside Clancey's mouth. The paper fell out and fluttered to the floor, coming unfolded as it did and landing face up. Robert's, maintaining his composure, briefly marveled at how luck worked sometimes, before shaking his head to banish the thought. Without touching it, Roberts bent down to read it. It was written in blood. There's a surprise in the closet, it read, with a red smiley face at the bottom of the paper. Roberts nodded to his partner just as soon as she finished calling in a coroner, and stating that there were two bodies, as well as an officer down. "Some bastard did this to a cop," Roberts growled, knowing that whomever did this had to have known that they were putting a target on their backs. Alvarez went to the doorknob of the closet and, with Roberts pointing his gun at it, she opened it. There, amidst all the teddy bears and toys and outfits, was the body of the rest of the Chief. Cut into pieces, with an electric saw laying right there, drenched in blood with bits of gore still stuck in the teeth. It was then that Roberts saw some more hand prints, at the bottom of the back wall of the closer, underneath another bloody smiley face. But these prints were small, smaller than an adult's... like a child's... or a Little's. Roberts read the writing just above this second smiley face. I had a lot of fun. Let's play again sometime. "Holy hell... the Little," Roberts said, the pit in his stomach returning. That was why there was a fine spray of blood out in the hall, because a little couldn't have moved the body of an adult Amazon on their own. At least... not in one piece... he looked again at the electric saw and blanched. "What?" Alvarez said, looking inside the closet again, past the dismembered corpse of their chief. Her eyes went wide at the message and the handprints. "The portal Little they adopted... he's a murderer." (Chapter 1) "Keep those hands up," the officer snarled. His gun was out and pointed right at the man in the red hoodie, both of whose arms were in the air. His back was to the officer, yet he exuded an air of nonchalance. Detective Ash approached, her own gun in her hands. The alley was dark, lit up by red and blue flashes as well as a flickering green neon sign. Each light painting everything a different color. Just around the corner, her partner lay in a pool of his own blood while officers and paramedics saw to him. Rushing footsteps could be heard, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as additional backup was right behind them. She looked up to the officer with his gun out, noticing that it was the new kid, fresh out of the academy. Ricky, she thought his name was. His blonde hair was closely cropped, whereas hers was in a braided ponytail. He was in his uniform, while Ash was in a charcoal gray suit and tie. He was also an Amazon, as Ash was a Little. When the perp was a little, she would slap the cuffs on them during an arrest. If they were a 'Tweener or and Amazon, then her partner, David, a great hulking goliath of a man, would be the one to cuff them. Officer Ricky whatshisface looked down to her, his eyes wide that the sonofabitch was right there, in front of him. The man's face had been plastered all over the news. She saw fear in the kid's eyes, but taller than her or not, she was the superior. Ash gave him a silent nod, and with a gulp, and additional officers taking up positions with their own guns out, Ricky approached the man. He holstered his gun and got the cuffs out, quickly grabbing the perp's raised right hand. He was quick, but the man in the hoodie was quicker. He whirled around, a flash of silver painted green in the neon light, before a dark spray gushed forth from Ricky's opened neck. Ash froze, time slowed. Ricky's hands went to his slit throat, while the now faceless man in the hoodie laughed, running right towards her. Her gun went off, along with the other officers'. But instead of dropping, he kept running straight at her. Ash emptied her clip into the ever growing center mass of bright red... and then her eyes flew open. Sitting up, Ashley stretched and yawned, looking around her room. She was no longer in the dark alley, but instead in her pink and white crib, her purple dinosaur blankie still partially tucked in. She was sucking on her red binky, reluctantly finding comfort in it. Pulling back the blankie, she looked down at her bright yellow legless onesie, with the telltale bulge of her nighttime diaper hugging her waist. She pushed down on the front, the squishiness confirming she was once again wet. She then rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wondering about her dream. That hadn't been how any of what had happened gone down. Except for the parts about her partner being mortally wounded and the new kid's throat being slit. As well as the serial killer she and her partner had been hunting for over a month before cornering him in that damn warehouse. Oh, and the part when she had emptied her entire clip into him while he ran at her with a knife in hand. The sunlight drifting in through the open window feeling warm. Looking around her room, she sighed. On the one hand, she was adopted, on the other, her mommy and daddy were childhood friends of hers that had swooped in when she needed it and adopted her. She still had to be babied, between possible LPS getting involved, and Stacy's maternal instincts being apparently hard to suppress. Not that Ari was much better in that regard, what with his habit of calling her Princess. Shaking her head and brushing away her dark locks, Ash reached up and pressed the pink button at the corner bar of her crib, causing the side to slowly open. With a great big yawn, she climbed out of bed and started waddling to the door. To her left was her changing table and toy chest as well as the closet that was full of baby clothes. To her right was her computer desk with the latest, and skinniest to date, PC sitting on it, the computer itself translucent. Next to that was her cork board with names of clients and photos pinned to it, a great section showing a map of Bentwood and the surrounding areas. After the fallout from her final case in Xophta City, and the press coverage from it, Mommy and Daddy had elected to move them to this sleepy small town for a fresh start. Zephyinstan was one of the more progressive countries with how it treated its Littles like legal adults... yet here she was. Once one of the youngest, and littlest, detectives in the Xophta Police Department, now an overgrown toddler getting ready for a diaper change. What shame she had initially felt for it had slowly faded in the year since her adoption, and it had just become another part of her routine. Wake up, get changed, have her morning coffee and some breakfast, and then log into work from her own desktop. As a freelance private investigator, she could actually set her own hours. But she was a morning Little. Always had been, always would be. She didn't get far stepping out into the hall before she was scooped up and cradled into Stacy's arms. She smiled and giggled when the red-headed bombshell rubbed their noses together. "There's my special little girl, yes she is," Stacy cooed to her as she carried the smaller girl back into the nursery, laying her down on the changing table and quickly removing the onesie and the thick night time diaper. Stacy was a pro at diaper changes, and in less than a minute, Ash was wiped clean, powdered, and taped into her pink princess daytime diapers. While thick, they had nowhere near the mass of the nightime ones. Soon, Ash found a bright blue dress with puffed shoulder sleeves and a peter pan collar slipped over her head, before Stacy set about tackling her bedhead with a brush. "What's the occasion?" Ash asked, before being offered her binky and accepting it. "We're getting a new neighbor today, Sweetiepie!" Stacy said, picking up the girl and placing her on her hip. The walk downstairs to the kitchen, past all the cute family pics hanging on the wall, was uneventful. Ash was safely buckled into her orange and peach high chair, with a matching bib snapped on. She was then handed her steamy mug of coffee, with two sugars and a splash of cream stirred in, just how she liked it. Ari smiled at the two of them as he entered, adjusting his tie. He and Stacy shared a kiss, and then he kissed Ash on the forehead. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she and Daddy were the same age, and even had the same jet black hair, his reaching his shoulders, while hers was now able to reach the back of her diaper. His mischievous green eyes twinkled in delight. "I see our little Princess is enjoying her morning coffee while sitting on her special throne," he said, heading over and grabbing the plate of food he had made for himself. Stacy was a sweet person, but she could not boil an egg without messing it up horribly. Luckily Ari loved cooking. He set before Ash a big, for her, plate of the chicken omelet. Ash smiled, grabbing her plastic fork and knife and quickly digging in. "So I heard that the new neighbor is a bachelor," Ari said, setting a plate in front of where Stacy sat, finally grabbing his own. "Well, I'll bet that Sheila will be especially interested in hearing that," Stacy said, making Ari chuckle, and Ash roll her eyes. If it had a Y chromosome and could afford its own house, Sheila was on the prowl for it. "Maybe, maybe not, or at least, maybe not in the usual manner," Ari said, smiling slyly to his wife. "Oh?" "Just found out from Randy that our new neighbor is a Little." That caught Ash's attention. She looked up from her omelet to stare at Ari and see if he was trying to make a joke. It was not unheard of for Littles to own their own homes, it was just that the house purchased across the street from their own was built for Amazons. Most Littles in Bentwood stuck to small areas with houses sized for their statures. "Really? And he's buying old Mr. Mulligan's house?" Mr. Mulligan, a rather cantankerous old man, had passed away last month. While not a particularly pleasant man, he was fastidious with the upkeep of his two-story Zictorian-style house. It was white with a massive oak tree in the front yard, and even a tower. Anytime so much as a leaf from a neighbor's tree blew onto his manicured lawn, he would go on over to the offender's home and loudly berate them for it. Old Mr. Mulligan had also been very vocal with his opinions, especially his opinions on Littles and their places in society. To him, all Littles, and even 'Tweeners as a precaution, should have been legally mandated to wear diapers at all times. Needless to say, no one in the neighborhood had been especially torn up over his loss. Old bastard, Ash thought, remembering when the pot-bellied and bald old man had scolded Stacy after he had somehow learned that Ash was working as a private investigator, despite being adopted. He had threatened to call LPS many times, and they had even had to talk with an LPS rep on two occasions, before apparently they realized that the one who called them was just a crazed old man with nothing better to do. She smirked a little at the thought of a Little being the one to buy his house. He's probably spinning in his grave, she thought, taking another bite of cheesy chickeney omelety goodness. "I heard that he works in IT," Ari said, snapping Ash out of her reveries. "and that he didn't even need a loan. He bought the property outright." "Oh wow!" Stacy said with glee. "Well, now I'm excited to meet him! And I'll bet our little Ashley will be too!" She leaned over and smooched Ash on her cheek. Ash smiled, internally cringing a bit. Free Littles just being nearby, no diapers of Amazonian parents in the picture, tended to stir up emotions for Ash, reminding her of what she used to be. She sighed again, before wondering what the new Little neighbor was going to be like. Meanwhile... The sun was shining down while movers were unloading furniture and boxes from the O-Haul truck. There was a light breeze that was carrying with it a tune. It was Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One. The music started to grow in volume as a car, sized for a Little, started to pull into the driveway next to the truck. One of the movers, a man with a big bushy ginger beard, recognized the car as one from one of the Terra dimensions, a classic. It was a red '58 Plymouth Fury, complete with fishtail lights and a white top, with whitewall tires. The music continued before it was shut off, followed by the car. Getting out was a male Little, definitely over six feet, wearing a tailored navy blue suit with a blood red tie. His chestnut brown hair was short-trimmed and slicked back. He smiled up at the two movers, before they went back to work. The Little turned to see approaching him was an Amazonian couple, and a casual smile spread on his face. "Well, hello there," he said, with a light southern accent to his voice. "Oh, hi there, little fella," the woman cooed, squatting down a bit with a bright smile on her face. "Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Linda, and this is my husband Marty. If you need any help with anything, you can always come and get one of us!" Linda was a middle-aged Amazon with auburn hair that was partially curled. She had some curves to her, and was wearing a white sundress, a gold locket hanging around her neck and dangling in between her ample bosom. The man, Marty, was wearing khaki shorts and a green polo shirt. He nodded to the Little, but otherwise said nothing. "I appreciate that. It certainly is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances. I am Patrick Maetnab," he said, holding out a hand to shake. And there you have it readers, the very first part of a new mini-project. I hope that you enjoyed it.

I’m Bumptylee & I am 3 and love wearing only my purple diaper with ‘nimals on ‘em and my pink binkie while watching paw patrol!! So happy I found this place. I’ve been enjoying the fetish for a couple years it didn’t find this place until now. So glad I did! Yay.:) ???

@DailyDi@BabyJeggySpideyBoy@Babygeebee We used to have a Five Guys in a local mall, On Church Street in Burlington VT: I ate there a TOTAL of 3 times, and then they decided to make changes at that local mall, so they went out of business, and I MISS having them around, and they were GOOD without being GREASY and grimy - I just wish that the Mall that I used to go to (University Mall, South Burlington, VT (05403) had at LEAST a food court, but they are building HOUSING in there, and I hope that they keep stores in it as well, but it doesn't look good for the 'ol UMall (University Mall - South Burlington, VT). I miss the old days of having fun places to hang out, and having a CHOICE in food options hehehe Brian

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Me be like on a daily basis.

Took me over a decade to get over the guilt myself. Sometimes we are our own worst critics.

A/N I hope you like crying Miss Honey stared at the hurt expression in Matilda’s eyes. The moisture in her mouth seemed to all at once disappear. Her stomach began to churn. “S-sweetheart, n-n-no, I’m sorry, but I had to.” Jennifer stammered. Her heart was beginning to race in her chest. “It was just to prove how serious I was, if you really wanted out, it wouldn’t have held you for two minutes.” Matilda still looked doubtful. “Do you want to see how I got out?” Suddenly, the hurt expression was gone as quickly as it had come and in its place was a mischievous smile. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. “Go stand outside and lock me in.” Matilda’s eyes widened. “Really?” “Yes, go ahead.” “Umm, can I use the bathroom first?” “Yes, go potty, then lock me in.” “Hmm,” Matilda said before backing out of the room. “No.” Jennifer could see the glint of mischief in her eyes. The door closed, and the lock clicked into place. “I think I’ll lock you in, then go to the bathroom. Be back in a minute!” Jennifer sighed, she supposed she deserved that. Why had she locked the door? Because she wouldn’t have stayed put, Jennifer argued with herself. “Mom, I’m sorry! Please don’t lock me in!” Matilda would have stayed put then. She had gotten the message loud and clear. You should have unlocked it then, not walked away. She could have easily gotten out. That’s not the point! Jennifer winced as she went to her desk, retrieved a small, square object from a cup of pens and stood by the door to wait. A few seconds later she heard Matilda’s voice announcing she was back. “Ready?” “Ready!” Jennifer retrieved the small object from her pocket and held it up to the door with practiced precision. “Up a quarter inch and slide to the right.” she mumbled. She opened the door to find Matilda’s amazed face as if she couldn’t move things herself with her mind. “Woah! How did you do that?” Matilda asked. Jennifer opened her palm. “A magnet?” “Yep, see.” She held it up to the other side of the door where the lock was and slid it back and forth. Matilda watched in awe as the deadbolt went in and out. “Now that I know your secret, you can’t lock me in again!” Matilda said clasping her fingers together. “Muahaha.” “Matilda,” Jennifer said softly before bending down to one knee to look her in the eyes. “I never should have locked you in the room in the first place. I’m sorry, will you forgive me?” “It’s okay,” Matilda said looking sheepish. “I wouldn’t have stayed.” she mumbled. Miss Honey smiled. “I know, you’re a terrible liar.” “I am not!” Matilda said. “I’m your mother, I can see when you’re lying a mile away. You have a tell.” Miss Honey said with a laugh before wrapping her arms around the girl and squeezing tightly. “I do!?” Matilda said with a gasp before resting her head on Miss Honey’s shoulder and returning the hug. “Yes, the moment I signed those papers, it appeared all over your face, just like magic.” Matilda giggled. “No it didn’t!” There was a pause. “What is it?” “I think I’ve revealed enough secrets for one day.” Miss Honey said with a laugh before stopping. “Actually, I think, I think we need to talk.” Matilda hung on as Jennifer carried her back into the room and sat on the bed. “Do you understand why I did what I did?” “You didn’t want me listening in on your private conversation.” Matilda mumbled. “I was being rude.” “It wasn’t to punish you sweetheart, even though you really shouldn’t be eavesdropping. That’s not the point. I wanted to protect you.” “Because I’m little?” Jennifer sighed. “Not just to protect what’s up here.” Jennifer said lightly touching Matilda’s head. “I know you know about things, more things than I wish you did. What most concerns me is here.” She touched the girl's chest. “Your heart. Your innocence.” “I’m not that innocent.” Matilda grumbled. “I know you keep saying that, but, maybe I’m not phrasing this right. Maybe innocence isn’t the right word. Your spirit, yes, that’s it. This has nothing to do with your age, it doesn’t matter if you were ten, fifteen, or even twenty, once your spirit is broken, that’s it. You may never see the world the same way again. You may never be so quick to smile, so easy to make laugh.” “Is that what happened to you? Did the Trunchbull break your spirit?” Matilda asked. “Yes,” Miss Honey whispered, “She did.” “Is there anything I can do to fix it?” Jennifer wrapped her arms around Matilda and squeezed, gently rocking her back and forth before kissing the top of her head. “Every day I get to spend being your mother makes me come alive more and more. I love you more than anything. I never thought I could ever feel this.” “I love you too, mom.” They sat in silence, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, until Jennifer spoke again. “The thing is, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Matilda looked up at her. “What do you mean?” “This whole parenting thing. I don’t know how to be a good parent.” “I think you do.” Matilda said, resting her head back on Miss Honey’s shoulder. “You’re sweet, but I’m serious. Matilda, in the future, I might-no I will make mistakes. Do you know what my biggest fear is?” Matilda thought about it for a minute. “Small spaces?” “No, it’s hurting you. Not here,” Miss Honey tapped her forehead again before moving her hand to Matilda’s heart. “But here.” “You won’t.” Matilda said confidently before frowning in confusion as Miss Honey’s eyes began to water. “I’m scared, Matilda. I’m so scared I’ll cross that line someday. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I need you to pick a word.” “Huh?” “I want you to pick a word you’ll always remember, and if I ever do or start to do something that hurts you here,” she patted Matilda’s heart again, “you say that word and I promise to stop whatever I’m doing, and we’ll talk about it.” “But, why?” Matilda asked looking puzzled. “Because I never want you to hurt the way I did. I wasn’t raised in a loving home. I may not know what is and isn’t acceptable when the time comes. While I’ll always have your best interests at heart, I worry there will come a time, no matter my intentions, my actions will cause you more harm than good. So pick a word, please.” Jennifer said, stroking Matilda’s head. “Okay, umm, pumpkins.” Matilda said. “So I just say ‘pumpkins’ if you ever start chasing me with a riding crop?” Miss Honey smiled weakly. “If I ever chase you with a riding crop, we may have missed a few signs leading up to it. I can’t promise I won’t use it to chase out the first boy you bring home though.” Matilda giggled as she wrinkled up her face. “Heaven help him if he ever breaks your heart. Straight to the chokey with him!” “Mom!” Matilda said in shock before giggling. “I’m kidding.” “Why are you so scared of hurting me that we need a safe word?” Matilda asked once they had calmed down. “I’m going to pretend you don’t know what that means.” Matilda rolled her eyes. Miss Honey let out a deep sigh. “Because of my genetics.” “Your genetics?” “My aunt wasn’t born a monster, I don’t think. She was turned into one by her father, my grandfather. According to her, well, let’s just say he did some not nice things to her, but treated my mother like a princess. It caused a lot of bitterness and hate to fester inside of her for a very long time. I don’t know what caused him to turn out that way, but I have a feeling this goes back decades.” “Just because she was abused doesn’t give her the right to abuse others.” Matilda said. “Of course not, no one has the right, but there’s this little voice in the back of my head that still worries I’ll wake up one day and realize I’ve become my aunt. There was a time I was also filled with anger and hate.” “Yeah, I saw your notes.” Matilda said. “What notes?” “In the Three Little Pigs, there were scraps of paper inside. I didn’t realize you had such a, uh, colorful vocabulary.” Curious, Miss Honey stood and went to the book case, retrieved the book, and shook its pages. Sure enough, bits of paper began to fall to the floor. She scooped them up, read the first two and audibly groaned. Now she remembered. What was she, like, 12? “It’s when she nailed my window shut. She thought it would make me spend less time in my room and more time cleaning.” “Did it?” “Oh yeah, she cut off my only source of fresh air, and when there’s a bucket of excrement in your room...” “Eww.” Matilda said wrinkling her nose in disgust. “I thought you only had to use it during the night.” “Sometimes I’d be locked in all weekend, and, well, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. So yeah, there were times I’d scrub the floors by hand with a toothbrush if it meant fresh air.” Among other things. She flipped to the last note and frowned. This wasn’t her writing. She slipped the note in her pocket and crumbled up the other two. She’d show it to Mrs. Rodger’s downstairs later. “Oh, I almost forgot one more hiding place! Want to see?” Matilda nodded her head eagerly. She looked to the chair but decided against it. “I’m going to need your help with this one. Come here. Ready?” She asked when Matilda stood next to her. She picked her up by the waist and hoisted her up to the air vent. “Push up then pull out.” “Mom, what in the world?!” “Pull them all out, but hurry I can’t hold you up like this for much longer.” Suddenly, it began to rain bits of dust, and an odd assortment of television remote controls, wallets, and sets of car keys. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five, jeez mom, six. Seven. That’s all of them.” “So food may not have been the only thing I stole on my nighttime strolls.” Jennifer admitted sheepishly. Matilda eyed all the fallen debris before bursting into laughter. “While I may not have openly defied her, I certainly enjoyed inconveniencing her.” “Can I go show Mrs. Rodger’s all this stuff?” Matilda said with a large smile on her face. “Yes, go for it.” She smiled as Matilda grabbed as much as she could carry and bounded down the stairs. Once Matilda was gone, the smile fell off of Jennifer’s face. She looked at the room one last time before making her way into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She leaned over the sink as a fresh wave of tears overcame her. Her hands shook as she gripped the porcelain as tight as she could. “Gotta hold it together.” she mumbled to herself. “I can’t let her see.” She stared at her reflection in the mirror, but instead of the twenty- three-year-old staring back at her, it was her 11-year-old self. Jennifer washed her hands again and again and again. Her skin was water logged, and raw, but no matter how hard she scrubbed, they wouldn’t feel clean. Soap wasn’t enough. She reached underneath the sink for the bottle of peroxide. She opened the cap and dumped it on each hand, resisting the urge to scream. Yes, burn away that vile woman’s scent. She shouldn’t have given in. She should have just let her lock her in the cellar. “You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.” Her aunt had told her. “I never wanted my back scratched.” Jennifer now mumbled through her tears. She looked up at her reflection again and let out a horrified scream. She wasn’t alone. “That’s not how I remember it.” Agatha Trunchbull said with a toothy grin. Jennifer let out a terrified whimper. She watched her put her hands on Jennifer’s shoulder, but she felt nothing. She wasn’t there. This wasn’t real! “And I certainly wouldn’t say you never wanted it. Don’t you remember the last time?” “I never wanted it.” Jennifer growled. “I was just a kid.” “You may not have wanted it, but you certainly learned to enjoy it.” Jennifer shut her eyes again as a wave a revulsion tumbled through her. She was going to be sick. “No! Shut up! You’re dead!” “Look at you now, a chip off the old block. Do you enjoy climbing into bed with her?” Jennifer fell to her knees. “No! No! It isn’t like that!” she sobbed. “Does it feel good when you both undress and hold each other?” Agatha whispered into her ear. Jennifer crawled to the toilet and vomited. “Mom? Are you okay?” Matilda asked. “I’m fine, sweetie!” She bit down on her knuckle as quiet sobs racked her body. “Why don’t you tell her how you really feel? How you can’t wait to get her alone tonight and offer to scratch her back.” “No! I’m not you!” Jennifer cried before getting sick again. “Not my daughter.” She moaned. “Not me? You practically stole her from her parents and jumped in bed naked with her. Please tell me how that makes you fit to be her mother? How that makes you not me.” “Mom? Who are you talking to? Are you crying?” “N-no, m-mommy just needs a minute alone.” Jennifer managed to choke out through heaves. She heard Matilda’s footsteps retreat, before a second pair was quickly rushing up the stairs. “Jennifer, is everything all right?” Mrs. Rodger’s asked, but all Jennifer could do was sob. “I’m coming in.” “N-no!” but the door was already opening. She turned her head up to face her aunt, but found she was gone. “Mom!” Matilda was rushing towards her. Jennifer’s heart sank. “Pl-please don’t touch me.” Jennifer moaned. “But mom-” she felt a small hand on her back as another wave of revulsion washed over her. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!” Jennifer threw an arm out to get her away, but ended up pushing her to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Matilda fall, before scurrying back into the corner. “I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” “Jennifer,” Mrs. Rodger’s said sounding horiffied at what she had done. “Please. Please.” Jennifer said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Take Matilda to Hortensia’s, and then, if it’s not too much trouble, take me to the hospital. S-s-something’s wrong with me.” She turned her head and stared at Matilda, curled into a ball, staring at her with wet, wide eyes. She was mouthing something. Miss Honey closed her eyes and sobbed. It was pumpkins.

I've been lurking there for several years now, google translate works good enough for that. So I thought it would be fair to post the story over there, too. 2 - Awkward cleanup It was 20 minutes later that she heard the shower starting. Megan had been sitting in the kitchen, watching her pasta cooking while trying to read a few pages in her book. It was impossible she knew after having to reread the first page 3 times, her mind drifting back to Lisa every time. Instead she had been thinking about her plans for Lisa. She had always had a bit of a dominant streak in her, but never had the opportunity to experience it. That would change with Lisa. When Lisa entered the kitchen Megan could see that she was still red eyed and sniffing. She didn’t say a word and instead prepared a plate for Lisa and herself. During dinner nobody said a word. Lisa was desperately trying to avoid eye contact while Megan was deep in thought about what her next steps should be. When they had finished, Lisa quickly put the dishes into the dishwasher and was already on her way back to her room, when Megan finally broke the silence. “Lisa? Can you please say something?” She was standing with her back to Megan on her way out the door when she stopped in her tracks. Tears started streaming down her cheeks again and Megan could see her trembling. Megan walked up behind her and slowly pulled her in an embrace from behind. “I know this is really awkward for you and I understand that you are ashamed. But I need you to know that there’s no reason for that. Can we please talk about it? I really don’t want us to be like that from now on. I consider you my friend and I can see that you’re hurting.” Megan slowly pulled her towards the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling Lisa with her so that she sat on her lap with her side to Megan. Gently she pushed Lisa's head to her shoulder and put her arms around her again. “You know there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just want you to know that you can talk to me about these things and that I won’t judge you. I want to help you and I’m a bit concerned that you’re hurting yourself. Can you tell me how this started?” Lisa was still trembling in Megan's arms and it took her a few moments to start talking. “I… I’m so sorry, Megan… I promise I’ll never do it again. It was just… I don’t know what happened. Can we just forget this, please? It was just an accident.” Megan pulled her in tighter when Lisa started crying again. It took her almost 5 minutes to calm down again, with Megan rocking her slowly back and forth and whispering small words of encouragement to her. When she finally stopped crying and had calmed down a bit more, Megan started talking again. “I know this is really personal, but I am a bit concerned about your health. Now we both know that this wasn’t an accident. You could have accidentally pooped yourself, but you don’t accidentally poop a diaper that you normally don’t need. So please don’t lie to me, I really don’t like that.” She had pushed Lisa away a bit so that she could look her directly in the eyes and when Lisa looked down in shame she quickly put her hand under her chin and made her look up again. “As I told you, you don’t need to be ashamed, it’s perfectly normal to experiment with your sexuality, even if it’s a bit more out there than usual. And there are really only two reasons we’re sitting here talking about it. First of all, like I told you, I don’t judge you. And the sooner you accept this, the sooner we can go back to normal here. I really like you and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me. This is your home now, too. The second reason is my concern for your health. Now there’s nothing wrong with experimenting, but using a diaper like you did poses some risks. Do you know what I mean by this?” Lisa didn’t know what to say to that. Of course she knew that you had to be extra careful and clean yourself ‘down there’, but more than that…? Megan looked at her doubtfully, with Lisa’s ‘deer in the headlights’ look she was not convinced. “There are bacteria in your poop that could lead to an urinary tract infection if they reach your vagina, you know. This is a huge risk and it is very painful and might lead to incontinence or worse. It’s really important that you clean yourself up thoroughly after you had your fun time. Do you know, how you clean yourself up down there? Did you use a douche?” Lisa didn’t know what that was. Her mother had never mentioned a douche to her when they had their very awkward ‘talk’ and when she had showered just an hour ago she was still shaken and pretty much on autopilot, so more than anything she had cleaned her dirty butt, without really paying attention to her vagina. So when Megan asked her directly, if she knew how to clean herself, all she could do was blush and look down ashamed of herself. Megan on the other hand had hoped for something like that. “Oh honey, you didn’t clean yourself properly?” Tears started to flow anew and Lisa buried her head in Megan's shoulder again. “Shhhh… It’s okay. It’s o-kay. It’s not that bad, we can still get this sorted out. You know that is exactly what I meant earlier when I said that I was concerned for your health. I know it’s difficult for you, being so young and away from your mother. Now I don’t want to be your mother, but I really want you to talk to me if you have problems like these. I’m here to help, okay? Okay. Now. We still need to get you cleaned up properly, so why don’t we go to the bathroom and see what we can do.” She pushed Lisa up and then stood up herself. Lisa still stood with her head down, not knowing where this was leading. When Lisa didn’t make any move towards the bathroom, Megan took her hand and slowly pulled her there. “Come on, we need to take care of this, before it’s too late. I’ll help you, so no need to be afraid.” When they arrived Megan let go of Lisa’s hand and started searching the cabinets for her equipment. She hadn’t planned for any of this so she didn’t have any extras for Lisa, but she cleaned the nozzles very thoroughly every time she used them so she thought it would be okay this time. “This will take a second, so why don’t you have a seat over there and we can talk about this.” Lisa was becoming more and more agitated by the second. She didn’t want to be cleaned by Megan. Megan was like a big sister to her, she looked up to her and even had some kind of little girl crush on her, and all this was extremely embarrassing for her. She desperately wanted a way out of this situation and looking nervously around the bathroom, her eyes finally fell on the toilet. Yes, that’s how she would get out of this, she would tell Megan, that she needed to go to the bathroom and Megan would leave her so that she could take care of it and Lisa would then try to escape to her room. Actually she felt her bladder being filled to the brim so she really wouldn’t be lying. “Megan? I have to pee.” Megan had found her old bulb douche and an unused nozzle to go with it. It had been part of a set of nozzles and this one was the biggest. In addition she had a razor and shaving cream. She wanted to clean Lisa up completely. It would be just so much sexier, having the girl with no pubes in front of her she thought. When Lisa said she needed to pee, Megan had to think quickly. She didn’t want to give Lisa an opportunity to regain her composure without her. “Actually that’s perfect dear. Can you hold on for just a few minutes more? You know peeing is the easiest way to clean your urethra from any bacteria your little adventure could have put there. But we need to prepare this properly, okay? So hang in there for another few minutes.” Lisa was shocked. Megan wouldn’t let her go and wouldn’t give her any privacy at all. Thinking fast she couldn’t make up any other idea and finally resigned. “I… I can hold it for a few minutes.” “Perfect, sweetie. Now let’s see. I think we’ll start with shaving your pubic hair. Now don’t look so shocked, it’s really not a big deal. I would guess that at least some girls your age do this simply for fashion. And it is so much more hygienic, especially with your dirty little hobby. It will make cleaning up much more simple and on top of that it’ll look and feel really sexy, believe me. After that, we’re going to clean your vagina out with this douche. I know, the nozzle looks a bit frightening, but it’s the only unused one I have. We’ll have to shop for a new one, but for now that’s it I’m afraid. When we’re finished with that there shouldn’t be any bacteria left so we can flush the rest out with your own pee. So then you should be squeaky clean and ready for a new adventure. So what do you say?” Lisa didn’t know what to say. She had lost complete control over herself and there was really only one thing she could do. She started crying again. Megan had her in her arms the second the tears started to roll down her cheek and it took her another five minutes to calm Lisa down enough to start. “Now first I want to examine you, so I know that it’s not too late. So please strip out of your pants and panties and lie down on the towel.” Lisa was now on autopilot, just following the instructions of her older friend. When she had stripped out of her panties, she laid down on her side and waited for Megan to get ready. Megan was ready for her and slowly pulled Lisa onto her back. “Lisa… You need to bend your knees a bit. I can’t see a thing when you’re lying on your side with your legs closed. That’s better.” Megan now knelt down between Lisa's legs and got her first direct look at the girls most private parts. After a few seconds of admiring the girl's beautiful privates, she slowly put her hands on the inside of the girl's thighs and began to push outwards. “Come on, just a bit further apart. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I think you’re really pretty down there.” Nobody had ever said something like that to her before. Then again nobody had ever seen her privates like that before. Lisa didn’t know what to say or do, so she hid her blushing face behind her hands. “Okay, let’s see. Hmmmm. You know I can’t see very much with all that hair in the way. Best shave it a little.” Megan had no intention to shave ‘just a little’. But best to start it slowly, so she started clipping some of Lisa’s pubic hair, followed by applying a generous amount of shaving cream. Lisa was still shaking, but now looked down at what Megan was doing. When Megan was finished with her first sweep and had cleaned the remaining shaving cream off with a towel, there was still some pubic hair left, but much shorter than before. Lisa actually liked it like that, it wasn’t too bad and it actually felt nice when Megan touched her most private parts. She even was a bit wet and hoped that Megan hadn’t noticed her arousal. Of course Megan had deliberately touched the girl more than necessary to get exactly that reaction and was delighted to see her work paid off. Now she started her second examination of the girl's pussy, but soon stopped again with a sigh. “I don’t think I can see enough yet. Perhaps it’s best to remove all the hair. It’ll only get in the way and it’s not like you don’t like me shaving you, right?” Lisa was blushing even more than before. Megan had noticed. She would think that Lisa was a pervert, getting off on Megan shaving her private parts. But then again Megan already had to think of Lisa as a pervert, with what she had seen her do before. So Lisa just spread her legs again and let Megan do whatever she wanted to, and becoming more and more aroused during the process. “Okay, I think we’ve got everything. Just let me check and then we can have a better look for any obvious signs of an infection.” With that Megan started rubbing the freshly shaven pussy in front of her, checking for hair and arousing Lisa more and more in the process. Lisa had started breathing heavier and was moaning silently, desperately trying to suppress her feelings. When she finally gave up and tried pushing her pussy up against Megan's hands, Megan stopped her examination of the freshly shaven pussy and with a grin looked at Lisa's face. “Naughty girl, this is supposed to be a clean up after your sexy time, we’re not starting all over again. Now let me have a closer look.” She pushed the girl down again and spread her legs even further. After pushing and pulling on Lisa’s private parts for some minutes, and commenting on everything being wet and slippery down there, Megan finally declared Lisa to be reasonably clean. “I think we’re still good, no infection that I can see. Your lips and clit are a bit swollen and red, but I think we can safely assume that that’s not due to an infection, just you being still a bit naughty. What do you say?” Lisa couldn’t say anything. She had almost reached an orgasm when Megan had first shaven and then examined her. Slowly coming down from her high she was embarrassed beyond belief, hoping for the floor to open up and swallow her. Instead, Megan pulled her up to her feet and guided her to the shower stall. “Now after we have cleaned your pubic hair, I think it’s time to start with your insides. I think it works best with you standing in the shower stall. That way it won’t be a problem if something spills, okay? Oh. And I think it would be best if you take off your top now, too. We don’t want it to become wet, do we.” Lisa only nodded and pulled her top over her head. She hadn’t been wearing a bra so she now stood naked in the bathroom. Megan pushed her into the shower stall with her back to her so Lisa had to lean against the wall, pushing her butt out. “Wow, you know, you really do look sexy. And I love this hairless look on you, makes you look so innocent and all. Spread your legs a bit more… Yes, like that. Oh. I see we’ve missed a couple of hairs. Can you reach back and pull your cheeks a bit apart?” Lisa was blushing furiously again. Here she was, naked in front of her friend, bending over and pushing her butt out so Megan could shave some left over pubic hair from between her butt cheeks. Megan quickly removed the last hair, not without using the opportunity to arouse Lisa some more. When she finished Lisa was wet and breathing hard again. “I think someone’s enjoying the shaving, hm?” Megan was teasing of course, trailing a finger along Lisa's butt, then ending with a small slap. Lisa yelped but didn’t dare protest too much, knowing that Megan was right. She was enjoying Megan's touch more than was proper. “Okay, douche time. Let me get this thing filled up. You know if you watch you can do it yourself in the future… Then it won’t be such a big problem if you’re having your fun time with your diapers again.” But Lisa couldn’t look up now, she was much too embarrassed, so all she did was look down. When Megan had filled the bulb completely, she came back to Lisa, who was still bent over in the shower stall. “Okay, if you want to, I can help you in the future, too. It’s no problem and actually a bit fun, don’t you think? Now push your butt out a bit more. Yes, just like that. Now this will feel a bit weird. It’s a big nozzle, but you’ll be alright. I noticed while examining you that you’re not a virgin, so you’ll be able to take it.” In fact Lisa was a virgin. She had broken her hymen when she was little, probably when she fell off her bike some years ago, but nobody had ever touched her there. Not before today. Megan put her left hand on Lisa’s belly and then slowly pushed further down, until she had her fingers over Lisa's pussy, then spreading her by pulling her fingers apart. Lisa had almost fallen over when Megan touched her there, still highly aroused from before. But Megan was pushing her up and further back with her hand. Lisa tried humping the hand but Megan reminded her to stay in position. “This isn’t supposed to get you off, young lady.” She told her in a mock stern voice. “Now here comes the nozzle… Say aaahhhh.” When Megan pushed the nozzle in, Lisa did indeed moan. The thing was huge and touched all the right places inside of her. Megan slowly started moving it inside of her, trying to stimulate the girl even more, but without pushing her over the edge. That would have to wait. So just when Lisa was working herself up and started grinding in a small rhythm, Megan stopped and instead pushed down on the bulb and sprayed Lisa with the cold water. Lisa gasped in shock and shuddered as the cold water cleaned her out, trailing down her legs into the shower. Megan pulled away and watched the girl standing there, still humping the air until after a few seconds she slowed down, blushing again. “My, that was a good cleanout, hm? You sure didn’t mind that too much.” “I’m sorry.” “Oh it’s alright, as I told you in the beginning, nothing to be ashamed about. You’re still exploring what turns you on and perhaps you’re just a bit more adventurous than the rest of us. Well in fact we can agree on that, don’t you think?” Lisa was blushing furiously again, not knowing what to say. “Well as I said before, I’m here to help, and if I can make you feel good in the process, it’s a burden I’m willing to carry. As long as it’s not completely one-sided, you know. You can help me out too sometime…” Lisa wasn’t sure what Megan was talking about. Did she just offer to sexually please her if Lisa did the same for her? Would that be something Lisa wanted? She did have a little crush on Megan, but was it sexual? Or was she talking about helping her clean up. “I think you could do something for my health too, you know. Do you know how to give massages?” So that’s what she had in mind. Or was it? Lisa looked over her shoulder at Megan, but couldn’t read her expression. It was all too much and she quickly looked down again. Megan was her friend and trying to help her with her health, and here she was becoming aroused like never before and thinking naughty thoughts about Megan being just as perverted as her. Slowly she started to stand up and was about to turn around and get out of the shower, when Megan interrupted her. “Not so fast, Lisa. You still need to clean out your urethra and bladder. Best do it in the same position as before, that way I can see if something’s wrong.” Lisa turned back to the wall and waited for the next step. When nothing happened she looked back at Megan, who was standing a few feet away, arms crossed and clearly waiting for Lisa to do something. “Well? What are you waiting for, I’m not going to pee for you, you know. You do still need to pee, don’t you?” “Like this?” “Yes, of course like this. It’s a bit messier, but I’ll be able to see any problems and we can clean you up afterwards.” Lisa turned back to the wall in shame. She did indeed have to pee quite badly, but like this? With Megan watching? It took her a few minutes, but finally a few drops appeared and a few seconds later, a steady stream left her, flowing down the inside of her tights. “Good girl. Push it all out. It’ll clean the last bacteria from you.” When the stream subsided and only a few drops fell from her pussy lips, Megan gently patted her on her butt. “You really had to go there, hm? Well it’s good that you did. Now let me clean you up a bit and then we’re finished here.” She took the shower head and slowly sprayed Lisa’s lower body, paying special attention to her pussy so that the water hit her right on her sensitive spots. Lisa was beginning to get worked up again but Megan soon stopped the shower and instead started drying her off with a towel. “Okay, I think that’s it. I declare this operation a success. Let’s get you into something comfortable for the evening and we can cuddle on the couch a bit more, what do you think?” Lisa only nodded, following Megan to her own room. She was still aroused and wouldn’t have minded a little alone time, but it wasn’t going to happen and she was too afraid to complain. So when Megan pulled out some childish pajama bottoms with a small top, she let herself be dressed without protest. The bottoms were a bit small and pushed themselves between her legs and butt cheeks, so she had to stifle a moan when Megan pulled a bit hard, but that was all the sexual stimulation she was going to get. When they finally sat back on the couch, Lisa again on Megan's lap cuddling, she calmed down and became sleepy. “I think that went well, don’t you? And I kind of enjoyed helping you like that. It was almost like my maternal side made an appearance, with just a bit of naughty mixed in with you getting off on it and all.” Lisa was blushing again, but not too much. She finally started to accept the fact that Megan seemed okay with her being aroused. “Now I think we need to talk about some rules. It’s clear to me that you enjoyed yourself and that’s okay, but I don’t think that you will do it right without my help. And I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself because you did something wrong, okay?” Lisa didn’t know what to answer. Megan was of course right, half of the evening she didn’t know what had happened to her, with her mind in a thick fog of embarrassment and arousal. So all she could do was nod. “Okay. So first of all I want you to tell me, when you’re doing something like that again. I’m not convinced that you keep yourself clean enough down there, so if you want to touch yourself, then come to me beforehand and we’ll figure out what to do.” Lisa was shocked by that. She would need to tell Megan, if she wanted to touch herself? “Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s a bit unusual, but for now I think it’s best. We don’t want you to become ill or hurt yourself, so this is what we’ll do. So you will come to me if you want some naughty time and if I have the time we’ll make it possible, okay? Now we both know that you’re into some kinky stuff, but we’ll manage that, too. I’ll go shopping tomorrow for some proper diapers. They’ll fit you better and we won’t risk you messing something besides your own butt. They’ll be real diapers, not those small pull ups, so I’ll help you put them on and clean you up afterwards. We can give them a trial run the next time you need to poo, so don’t do that without coming to me and getting a diaper on your butt, okay? And last but not least, I think we should repeat our little clean out session from today regularly. It’s good for your health and I think it helps us bond a bit, too. So let’s say we’ll do it every other day, that way your pubic hair won’t itch. So what do you say?” Lisa was too shocked to say anything. All she could do was bury her face in Megan's shoulder and start crying again. “Shhh, it’s alright. I know this is much to take in, but I think it’s for the best. And we’ll become even closer friends than we already are, don’t you think?” Lisa nodded her head but couldn’t look up into Megan's eyes. She was still too embarrassed. “Okay, now I’m going to do a lot for you, so there will be some things that I’ll require from you, too. I’m thinking about some massages and such things. So you won’t have a problem with these things, when I tell you to do something for me, won’t you?” “No, I can do that.” “Okay, perfect. Now I think it’s been a long day, why don’t we go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day and things will become clearer.” Lisa nodded and was about to stand up, when Megan stopped her again. “I know you’ve become quite aroused during our cleaning session. Do you need some relief? I want to remind you of our new rules, no touching down there without coming to me first. It’s okay now, we don’t have anything else to do, so if you need it, it’s alright…” Lisa could only shake her head, blushing furiously in the process. She was still aroused and under normal circumstances she would have enjoyed a good orgasm, but she couldn’t tell Megan that. So she choose to just go to bed instead. “No, I’m okay. Thank you.” “Okay, if that’s what you want. I won’t push you. But don’t go behind my back, you know I don’t like lying and disobeying the rules. And I know for a fact that you were quite horny in the bathroom and didn’t get any relief. In fact that pajama bottom is small enough to see your little pussy all swollen. You’re sure you don’t need any relief?” Lisa just shook her head again. “Well okay. Then off you go to bed. Sleep well.” Finally Lisa could stand up and leave, kissing Megan good night on her cheek and leaving with still trembling legs for her bedroom. When she finally was under the covers, she thought about what had happened that day. It had changed her life completely. Megan would control most of her body, even when she would be able to touch herself. It frightened her and she was very ashamed of what had happened. But Megan was such a good friend, not once being mean to her. And when she was honest with herself, she liked that Megan was pushing her a bit. She was a bit submissive she knew, and when Megan almost manhandled her, she had become quite aroused. It would be quite humiliating in the beginning, of that she was sure. But perhaps it could be very satisfying, too. Thinking about it she could feel her arousal rising some more and without thinking, she slowly pushed her hand down to her pussy. The pajama bottom was a bit small and had already ridden up between her legs. It felt good and when she pushed with her hand from the outside it felt even better. She was just about to start in earnest, when her bedroom door opened and Megan looked inside. “Just checking on you. Everything alright?” Lisa didn’t dare to move. Just 10 minutes ago they had talked about her new rules, and here she was breaking the first one and Megan's trust at the same time. “Uhu, I’m alright.” Megan came over and sat next to her on the bed. “Good. I know it was a lot to take in, but tomorrow everything will be alright. Now sleep tight.” She leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then stood up leaving the room. When she reached the door, she took one last look at Lisa. “And remember: No touching without coming to me first.” And with that she closed the door again. Megan was beside herself. That had worked perfectly, in every way possible. Not only did she get to see Lisa completely naked, but she had touched her, shaven her and almost brought her to an orgasm. And on top of that, she had established enough rules to make sure that there would be other opportunities. She would be able to control Lisa sexually in no time at all. When she had entered Lisa's room she was sure Lisa was already breaking the no masturbation rule. Megan was quite happy with her timing, she was sure that Lisa would now go to sleep frustrated, and it would help her establish her dominance further. Lisa would learn that sexual relief would come through Megan. And that would require Lisa to do some favors for Megan, too. Megan was horny as ever and when she reached her room, she tore her clothes off and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She didn’t care that her door wasn’t fully closed, Lisa would definitely hear her. It would drive her even more crazy. With that thought she brought herself off for the first time that night. It would take her another half hour and 2 orgasms more to finally be able to sleep. When she finally collapsed on her bed, taking deep breaths, she thought she heard a small whimper from the other side of the door. With a smile, Megan finally fell asleep.

I used to have a hard time wearing diapers out in public but I finally got over that.. Then I had issues wearing one to bed and again eventually got over that.. The one thing I haven't been able to get over is putting a diaper back on after having sex while wearing a diaper.. I always say I want to. And ask my BF to to tell me it's ok afterwards.. And he always says "put one back on" and has even offered to put one back on me but I always feel uncomfortable and end up not doing it. This has happened hundreds of times.. And out of all of those times there was only one time i put one back on.. And i cannot figure out why that one time was different.. And I can't figure out why this is such a big deal when I want to but just can't seem to do it.. Has anyone else experienced this? Or does anyone have advise that could help me?

Helllooo! I live in Knoxville, TN. I am 2-years-old and wear diapers. I like painting, bedtime stories (Twinkle is my favorite), cuddles, and playing with my calico critters. My favorite holiday is Halloween because I get lots of candy heehee. I also just started baby led weaning. It going okay. I no like bananas. Okie Byees

Sometimes it happens..... but i need a "cool down" period sometimes afterwards before i put a diaper back on.

Welcome to DD

So are they going to destroy the mall to make houses, or what exactly is going on? And I've NEVER even heard of an mall that DOESN'T have a food court in it. What the fuck?!?????????

I don't have the same level of desire after orgasm but my Daddy just diapers me up anyway.

babykeiff. Please could you explain why you made this statement? Is there a reason why when you start out to have timed chnages? I have seen that on a couple of posts. So you dont change from the night diapr until mid-morning, but surely by then it will be full and leaking?

Something peculiar caught Jennifer Honey’s attention out of the corner of her eye. She put her book down and tried to spot whatever it was that had passed by her table at the library. Jennifer almost could have sworn it was a child, but what would a child that small be doing in the adult section of the library by themselves? She watched for a moment, until she saw a small figure pass by on the other side of the bookcase. She was right! It was a child. Jennifer craned her neck searching for an accompanying adult, until she realized how silly she was being. “They’re not your responsibility until tomorrow.” She quietly chastised herself. But still…she should probably let Mrs. Phelps, the librarian know. She closed the book she was reading and stood, before pushing her chair neatly back into place. When she arrived at the front desk, she gently placed the book, a Charlotte Bronte novel, on the counter and waited patiently for Mrs. Phelps to return from the back room, ignoring the bell with the sign that read “please ring for assistance.” She busied herself reading the signs and posters taped to the walls even though she knew she had them memorized by now. “Jennifer!” A stern voice called from the back. The woman stiffened on instinct and fought down the urge to flee. She relaxed when an older woman with wrinkly skin and silver hair hobbled over to the counter. “The bells there for a reason.” “Good afternoon, Mrs. Phelps.” said Jennifer, ignoring her comment. “Just this?” The librarian picked up the book and began writing the information out on a separate card. Their town was small and behind on the times, that or the old woman still refused to use a computer. “Yes please. Umm, I think I saw a little girl wandering around by herself over there.” Jennifer pointed to the back corner from where she had recently emerged. “I think she might be lost or…” Jennifer stopped when Mrs. Phelps craned her neck in the opposite direction, staring at an empty table nearby. “It was probably just Matilda, she won’t hurt anything.” The older woman shook her head. “You’ve probably seen her in here before, she’s here most afternoons.” Jennifer frowned as she tried to remember, but she couldn’t recall seeing a little girl before this afternoon. “I don’t think I’ve seen her before.” said Jennifer. “She’s so quiet I forget she’s here half the time. I have her sit over there, so I can keep an eye on her, but it’s like watching a statue sometimes.” Jennifer watched as Mrs. Phelps followed something with her eyes off in the distance. She turned around and spotted a small raven haired girl standing by a bookshelf facing the titles. “Is she here by herself?” Jenny asked. “I think one of her parents drops her off and picks her up out front on weekdays. Part of me wants to give them a piece of my mind for treating the library like a daycare, but she’s been no trouble.” Jennifer tried to imagine any one of the kindergarten students she taught left here to their own devices' day in and day out. She shook her head. The library would be in shambles. “How old is she?” Jennifer asked curiously as she watched the little girl carefully pull a book from the shelf and examine the back cover. “Five or six, I think. Normally she stays put, but she’s a bit antsy today.” Jennifer watched the girl for a moment. “She told me she starts school tomorrow.” “If only they stayed that excited about school.” said Jennifer. “Did she say which school?” “Yours.” “Mine?” Jennifer frowned. She wouldn’t wish her school on anyone. Jennifer Honey taught at the only private school in town, notorious for its strict rules and overzealous principal. The majority of the student body fell into either one of two categories: The children of the wealthy, and the children of the parents who were at their wits end. It was the school parents threatened to send their kids if they misbehaved. “So she’ll be in my class then?” Mrs. Phelps stood there for a moment watching the girl before answering. “No, I don’t think so. …. Matilda had spent the entire evening tossing and turning, before giving up on sleep entirely. She sat crouched on the floor, reading under the glow of her night light. Just four more hours until her first day of school. Three more hours. Two more hours. She could hear the ringing of her parent's alarm clock. Matilda closed her book before jumping back in bed to feign sleep. Twenty minutes later a large fist began pounding on her door. “Get up! Don’t make me late!” her father barked from the other side. “I’m awake!” Matilda called back. “You better be! Don’t make me come in there and drag your ass out!” She hurriedly jumped out of bed, surprised she had actually fallen asleep, and changed into her school uniform. When she came out to the kitchen, she found her mother complaining as she stood in front of the stove, frying eggs. "I still don't understand why we have to send her to that fancy expensive school. Why can't we just send her off to Mikey's school? It's free." "Two words, sweet cheeks, corporal punishment. That brat needs to learn some respect, and what better way than having it beat into her." said Harry. "I met the principal the other day, a real wacko but that's besides the point, she's huge, intimidating, and she promised to give her a real good smack with the riding crop when she meets her." Matilda froze in the kitchen. Surely her father was just trying to scare her. She made eye contact with her mother, a large woman with dyed platinum blonde hair and frowned. "Cute uniform." Her mother said before turning back around. Matilda scowled. Was that all her mother cared about? "They don't really beat children there, do they, daddy?" asked Matilda. "That's against the law." "You bet your ass they do. It's a private school, they don't have to play by the rules, so you better be on your best behavior, got that? You watch that smart mouth of yours if you know what's good for you." Matilda rode in the backseat in silence next to her brother. "I hear you're going to the delinquent school." Michael, her older brother, sneered. "My friend says they throw kids in a wooden box." "They do not!" Matilda hissed back. She stared out the car window. The slight feeling of dread began to mix with the excitement. Even if they did hit kids there, it’s not like she’d do anything to warrant such a punishment. She wasn’t as bad as her father thought she was. The only times she had ever acted out was when he had deserved it. When they had pulled up to what looked like an old, decrepit, gothic stone building, Matilda stared out the window dumbfounded. This was her school? It looked like it could have been a graveyard once upon a time. “Well, what are you waiting for? The red carpet? Get out!” Her father barked. “And you can find your own way home. I ain’t coming back here to pick you up.” Matilda quickly gathered her book bag and scrambled out, ignoring her brother as he shouted about having fun in the coffin. Well, she thought as she took in the crumbling building, she was finally here. It was the moment she had been dreaming about all year, her first day of school. So why did she feel like she was about to step foot in a nightmare? She could do this, she told herself as she walked onto the grounds, taking in the high weeds and cracked asphalt lot. Matilda stopped as she got near the entrance. She was starting to feel overwhelmed by the large amount of children huddled in groups surrounding her. She stared from group to group as they eyed her. Everyone already seemed like they had a place they belonged. But where did Matilda belong? She searched each pocket of children, trying to find kids her own age. She spotted three kids huddled together by the stairs who looked about as terrified as she felt, but when she got halfway to them, the school door burst open and out flew a tall lanky figure with blond hair. “She’s coming!” The figure yelled. “The Trunchbull is coming!” Matilda stood mystified. It was as if a switch had suddenly been thrown. The loud chatter had suddenly ceased as boys and girls scurried to stand side by side in two long rows facing each other, leaving a walkway in between them. “Get in line, runt!” The tall lanky figure shouted at her from her spot. “Not in the boys line, get in with the girls!” Matilda scurried over, heart beating wildly in anticipation. What was going on? “If she addresses you, you need to answer all her questions with ‘ma’am’ if you don’t want to get smacked, got that?” The tall figure said. Matilda looked up at her, just now realizing it was a girl. “One more thing, if she tells you to stick out your hands, just do it. It’ll be worse for you if you don’t.” Matilda swallowed and nodded her head as a very large, imposing figure slowly made its way out of the school building and began walking in between the row of children. Matilda thought she was the unhappiest looking woman she had ever seen. The corners of her lips curled as if she had just tasted something sour, her eyebrows were pointed downward, giving her a permanent look of anger, and her one piece green smock looked about two sizes too small for her. The thing that scared Matilda worst of all was what she had in her hand. It was a large leather riding crop that she periodically smacked inside the open palm of her hand. There was a loud rhythmic thumping sound that filled Matilda’s head. She wasn’t sure if it was the sound of her pounding heart, or the Trunchbull’s massive boots crunching bits of asphalt beneath them with every step. Periodically, the massive woman would stop in front of a terrified looking kid before sizing them up like a wild, hungry predator trying to decide which child would make for a delicious treat. Finally, when the woman got to where Matilda stood, she stopped. Matilda held her breath and chanted inside her head please keep going, please keep going. The Trunchbull turned and glared at her. “You!” she barked. Matilda winced. The woman’s voice was loud, booming and made her ear drums ring. “You’re new here, yes?” Matilda swallowed, her throat now dry. “Y-yes.” She stuttered out before feeling a kick to her shins from the girl standing next to her. “Ma’am,” she quickly added. “What’s your name, you filthy little good for nothing miscreant?” “Matilda Wormwood, ma’am.” She managed to choke out. “Wormwood, eh?” A smile began to creep along the woman’s face revealing a set of yellowing teeth. Matilda inwardly grimaced. Her happy face was much more terrifying than her angry face. “Stick out your hands.” Matilda froze. “I said stick out your hands you incorrigible wretch!” Matilda’s hands shot forward. Matilda let out a howl as a blinding flash of pain shot through her. “That was for your father and this…” Matilda let out a second, louder scream. “Is for me.” Tears streamed from her eyes as angry red welts began to appear on the backs of her hands. Matilda couldn’t believe it! The woman had hit her with the riding crop! Why? She hadn’t done anything! “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I don’t like you, Wormwood. I could say I even hate you.” The Trunchbull said. Matilda’s eyes were as wide as saucers. The Trunchbull turned and stared at everyone else. “In fact, I hate each and every one of you brats.” She turned as she reached the end of the line and began making her way back towards the school. Every once in a while, she’d notice something out of place. She ordered a third grade boy to stick out his hands for having an untucked shirt. Matilda winced at the sound of leather striking skin. Her hands still ached and stung, but she didn’t dare look down at them. Matilda winced again as a girl got struck for the color of her hair tie, and the worst one, a large boy was struck in the stomach for, “being a fat ass.” Matilda’s legs were shaking by the time the giant disappeared back into the school house. She had taken her sweet time going through the rules, and dear lord, there were so many! Matilda’s head spun. How was she supposed to remember all of them? When a bell began to ring, Matilda watched as the children began to separate themselves into lines by what Matilda could only assume were grades, until all that was left was about 20 lost and terrified looking five-year-olds standing about unsure of what to do. “You lot, form a line and your teacher will come escort you into your classroom.” Matilda got in line with the others, each one looking just as scared and shell shocked as she felt. She sucked in a breath and watched as one by one adult's came and led a line of students inside, each as quiet as the children now were. She was so transfixed watching the other lines of students that she hadn’t noticed her own line was moving until she felt someone poke her from behind. Matilda quickly hurried forward to fill in the gap as she tried to steal a glimpse of who they were following. It wasn’t until they had begun filing one by one into a classroom did Matilda see who it was. There, standing post by the open door like a prison guard, stood a plain looking young woman watching them all. Matilda gulped nervously, she couldn’t get a good read from her face, but she looked just as unfriendly as everyone else here. It wasn’t until everyone had filled the room, and the door was shut, did her demeanor suddenly change. Gone was the hard stare, rigid posture, and unreadable facial features, and in their place was a sort of gentle, calming expression. “Please take a seat, anywhere you’d like.” the woman called out. Her quiet voice was a sharp contrast to the booming and demanding shouts from Miss Trunchbull. Matilda hurriedly took a seat in the first empty desk she could find and stared ahead, a mixture of terror and wonder fighting for dominance inside her. “Hello everyone, welcome, my name is Miss Honey. I know some of you might be feeling a little scared this being your first day and all, but I just want you to know, when you’re in this classroom with me, you have nothing to be afraid of. I know Miss Trunchbull can be scary sometimes, and she most likely told you all we teachers have sticks we use to hit you with.” The woman bent down and picked up a long wooden cane and held it up, so everyone could see. Matilda instinctively flinched. “While I do have a stick, I just want to let you know, I will never hit you with it. I don’t believe in hurting children. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for all the other teachers, so do try and be on your best behavior when you’re out in the halls or in the cafeteria.” Matilda stared wide-eyed up at her teacher as she finished up her introduction. Matilda could have sworn she had never seen the woman before today, but there was something familiar about her. She was even more sure they had crossed paths when she had each student stand up and recite their name and at least one thing they liked or were interested in. Matilda grew more anxious the closer it got to her. Miss Honey seemed to already be familiar with a large handful of children from either knowing their parents or an older sibling. She was also quickly realizing almost everyone here were the children of well-to-do families. There was the son of a doctor, Nigel, and the daughter of a team of husband and wife attorneys she had seen advertised on a bus stop. When it was finally her turn, she quickly stood, nearly tripping over her feet in the process. “My name is Matilda Wormwood and I like books.” She said. She was about to sit back down when she noticed a peculiar expression on Miss Honey’s face, almost like she was surprised to see her here. Matilda swallowed nervously and hid her hands behind her back on the off chance Miss Honey had also been instructed to strike. Or was it because it was so obvious she didn’t belong in a class of wealthy children? “Matilda,” Miss Honey said softly, as if testing out the name. “Were you by chance at the library yesterday?” “Yes,” Matilda said.“I go most days. I love it there, and Mrs. Phelps is nice.” “Yes, she is.” said Miss Honey. Matilda was surprised to see the woman’s lips curve in a soft sort of smile. It was smaller than the ones she had given all the other girls and boys, but something about it seemed much more genuine. When the last child had introduced themselves, Miss Honey addressed the class again. “So something I like to do on the first day of school is to read you all a story. I find it helps settle those first day jitters. Let’s see, Matilda, since you’re a fan of books, why don’t you go pick one out from the shelf?” Matilda, eyes now alight with excitement, leapt from her seat and hurried over, but frowned when she saw her options to choose from. Clifford the Big Red Dog, Bernstein Bears, The Rainbow Fish, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, The Giving Tree? These were all… “Are you having trouble deciding?” Miss Honey asked. “It’s just, these are all for little kids.” Matilda said, frowning when Miss Honey began to laugh. “Of course they’re for little kids, this is a kindergarten classroom.” Matilda’s shoulders slumped. She thought kindergarten would be more educational. Her eyes scanned the room until she stopped on a book lying on Miss Honey’s desk. Was that what she thought it was? “Yes, this one!” Matilda said snatching it up and bringing it to Miss Honey. “I read it last week, but it’s still good.” Miss Honey took the copy of Wuthering Heights and frowned. “Sweetie, this is mine, why don’t you go pick out something you’ll understand.” “I understand it.” Matilda said with a face full of hurt. “It’s about Catherine’s and Heathcliff’s relationship, but their different classes in life keep them apart. Also, Heathcliff marries his neighbors' sister for revenge for bullying him in his childhood. Personally, I don’t think that’s a very good reason to get married, but I guess times were different back then.” Miss Honey stared at her wide-eyed. She looked at the book in her hands, then back at Matilda’s eager face. “Y-yes, I see, well I’m sorry, but you still need to pick out something more appropriate for the rest of the class.” She watched the little girl's shoulders slump with disappointment. “Okay,” Matilda said glumly. She went back to the shelf and without really looking, picked a story at random, handed it over and returned to her seat. It wasn’t until Miss Honey began to read did Matilda perk up. That’s where she recognized her from! Every Wednesday during the summer, there had been a lady who had come to read books to the children. Matilda hadn’t been very interested in the stories themselves as they were a bit too juvenile, but she had enjoyed sitting around the corner and listening to her voice. She loved the emphasis she put into each of the characters voices and the way she made the stories come alive. Once the story was done, Matilda’s hand shot up, eager to share her revelation. “You’re Jenny from the library, aren’t you?” Matilda asked when she was called on. “You were my favorite reader to listen to.” Miss Honey gave her another genuine looking smile. “Yes. I’m glad you enjoyed it, but,” Miss Honey stopped as if trying to remember. “I don’t ever recall seeing you.” “Oh, well, that’s because I usually sat at a table around the corner.” Matilda admitted with a bit of a blush “I didn’t want Mrs. Phelps to see me.” “Well, I hope you won’t feel the need to hide in class.” Miss Honey said. “Now everyone, I’m sorry to do this to you all on your first day, but I have a test for you. Now don’t worry about not knowing the answers, it won’t count against you. This is just to help me see where you all are at and know which areas you might need some extra help in. Some questions are meant to be hard, so don’t worry if you don’t know them, just do what you can. I don’t expect any of you to get perfect scores. “Has anyone ever gotten a perfect score?” a girl asked. Miss Honey laughed and shook her head. “If someone in here got a perfect score I’d be worried.” “Why?” someone else asked. “Because it would mean they shouldn’t be in my class. This test covers several grades ahead of ours as well. There are fifty questions covering math and reading. I’m only expecting to see scores in the teens.” “What’s the highest anyone’s gotten?” the same girl from before asked. “Well, this is only my third year teaching, but I did have a student last year score a 19.” “I’m going to get a 20!” another student shouted. “I’ll get a 25!” “I’ll get them all right!” Miss Honey beamed at them all. “That’s the kind of enthusiasm i’m looking for!” Matilda eagerly pulled out a pencil. This was her chance to show her father she wasn’t as stupid as he thought she was. She let out a sigh. He would probably just accuse her of cheating even if she did do well. He had put all his eggs in one basket with Mikey, and there was no more hope or affection left for her. The only person who had ever showed her any kindness was Mrs. Phelps. Matilda looked up from her test and eyed the young woman standing in front of the class. Maybe, just maybe, there would be another. … Miss Honey let out a sigh as she collapsed into her desk chair. These new kids were just as rambunctious as last year! She briefly looked over the class roster. So many new names to memorize. She had already called Brian by his older brother's name twice, and she doubted it would be the last time. Her finger paused as it got to the very end of the list. Wormwood, Matilda. Why had Mrs. Phelps been so sure she wouldn’t be in her class? Miss Honey eyed the phone sitting on her desk. No, she’d just be bothering her. She was probably busy. She bit the inside of her cheek as she debated. Finally, curiosity had won out. She dialed the number for the library. “Mrs. Phelps, hi, this is Jennifer Honey.” “So you finally figured out how to use a telephone.” came the curt reply. Miss Honey bit down on her cheek again. “I’m only teasing. What can I do for you?” “You had said something peculiar yesterday, and I was hoping you would clarify. It’s about the girl from the library, Matilda. She’s in my class after all-” She stopped when Mrs. Phelps voice came over sounding disgruntled. “Why on earth would they put that girl in your class?” “Because she’s five?” Miss Honey said sounding unsure. “You haven’t noticed yet?” “Noticed what?” “Matilda is,” there was a brief pause. “Special.” Miss Honey wanted to laugh. If she had a dollar for every time a parent told her their child was special she wouldn’t be living in a shack. “She tried to get me to read Wuthering Heights to the class this morning. How she even knows what that book was about is beyond me but-” “Do you have it near you?” “Yes,” Miss Honey said, picking up the book she had gotten from the library yesterday. “Open the cover and pull out the card in the sleeve.” “Alright,” said Miss Honey, unsure where this was going. “I’m looking at it.” “Recognize anyone?” She skimmed the list until she got to the second to the last name right above hers. Matilda Wormwood. “So her parents read her the classics?” “I think you’re missing the big picture here, Jennifer.” “Which is?” She wasn’t in the mood to play guessing games. The kids would be back from lunch soon. “What else would someone do in the library all day?” Mrs. Phelps asked. “Read?” “Bingo.” Miss Honey shook her head. She couldn’t be serious. “Are you saying she read this?” “She reads anything she can get her hands on.” “No wonder she was falling asleep while I was going over vowel sounds.” said Miss Honey. “If she can read and understand full length books…” A sudden thought came to her. The test! “They make me give the children this horrendously difficult test to the children on their first day. I haven’t graded them yet but,” she dug through her desk in search of Matilda’s. “I think I’ll grade hers now.” “Keep me on the line, I want to hear this.” There was a long moment's pause while Miss Honey skimmed the answers on her test. She could feel all the tiny hairs on her arms and back of her neck begin to rise. This…This wasn’t possible. Finally, she let out her held breath as she stared down at her score dumbfounded. “How?” was all Jennifer was able to blurt out. “Well?” Mrs. Phelp’s asked. “How’d she do?” “You were right.” said Miss Honey. “This girl has no business being in kindergarten.” She stared down at the near perfect score in awe. “It wasn’t just reading, it’s math too.” Something Matilda had said began to worm its way into her head. “Does she understand?” Jennifer asked. “How far ahead she is?” Matilda had asked her why all her books were for little kids. Did she think they were below kindergarten level? “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure how much interaction she has with other kids her age.” When Miss Honey had hung up the phone, she peeked out at her students on the black top. They were all huddled into groups, all except one. She could see Matilda, sitting alone on a picnic bench with a book. She slipped out the classroom and out the doors before making her way out to her. “Hi, dear, what are you doing?” asked Miss Honey. No answer. “Sweetie?” Nothing. “Matilda?” The girl looked up now startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking to me.” said Matilda. “Who else would I be talking to?” Miss Honey asked taking the seat across from her. “Terms of endearment are a bit foreign to me, so I might assume you’re addressing someone else.” Miss Honey frowned, opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. “So what are you reading?” “To Kill A Mockingbird.” “I like that one.” said Miss Honey. “I have a bit of a silly request.” Matilda cocked her head to the side. “Would you read me a page?” “Out loud?” Matilda asked. Miss Honey nodded. “Sorry if it’s not good, I don’t usually read out loud.” “It’s alright, just try.” Miss Honey held her breath as Matilda read just as fluently as any adult. There wasn’t a pause, stutter or stumble. When she had finished the page, she had looked up, but Miss Honey was so enthralled she had asked her to keep reading until she had finished the chapter she was on. “That was wonderful.” Miss Honey said with a wide smile. “How long have you been able to read?” “I can’t remember a time I haven’t been able to.” Matilda answered after a brief pause. “I really like,” she paused again to find the right way to explain. “Not being here.” Miss Honey frowned. “Not being in school?” “No, I mean, not being in the present. Every time I open a book, I’m there in that world, and every world is different. Why would I want to be here when I could be on a pirate ship, or in the 19th century?” “That’s a wonderful way of looking at it. I love reading too.” “Really?” asked Matilda, “I tried asking my classmates but…” her shoulders slumped. “What do you like to read?” “Have you read any of Charles Dickens? I enjoy his stories quite a lot.” “Only everything at the library. The first adult book I read last year was Great Expectations.” “Matilda, you read Great Expectations when you were only four years old?” Matilda shrugged, as if it was a feat any toddler could do. “I asked Mrs. Phelps to let me read a famous book, and that’s what she brought back. After I finished it, I read David Copperfield and A Tale of Two Cities. I also read Nicholas Nickleby, but after today, I’m starting to wish I hadn’t.” She held up the backs of her hands, where Miss Honey could see the angry red welts still present. “Oh, Matilda,” Miss Honey whispered. She had the overwhelming desire to clasp the girl's hands in her own. She had to fight down the impulse. Affection was frowned upon here, reminding Miss Honey this school really was like the school in Nicholas Nickleby. “What happened?” “My daddy asked her to. I thought he was just trying to scare me, but…” her voice trailed off. Miss Honey could see her eyes begin to flood with tears before she wiped them away with her arm. “Once she heard my name, she ordered me to stick my hands out.” “I’m so sorry, dear, she likes to pick out children at random on the first day and use them as an example to scare everyone into behaving. It might not have had anything to do with your name.” Jennifer couldn’t imagine someone telling Miss Trunchbull to hurt a girl like Matilda. She had only known her for a single afternoon, but from what she could tell, she seemed very sweet, well-behaved, and extremely intelligent. It wasn’t until you got into at least third grade that the problem students started transferring in. Jennifer felt a pang of sadness for what she had to do, she would have loved to continue to see just how vast Matilda’s mind really was. In fact, she had a feeling she could easily spend hours talking about books. Finally, here was someone who understood how wonderful reading could be, but. Miss Honey frowned. Why couldn’t it be another adult? Why did it have to be a five-year-old? She had longed to have a real adult conversation with someone that wasn’t awkward small talk while she bagged their groceries during the summer. Who was she kidding? Every conversation she had ever had with people her own age was awkward. It didn’t help that she couldn’t seem to look anyone over five feet in the eye without panicking. She loved children, their innocence, and their wild imaginations, but she could only take so many one-sided conversations about Paw Patrol or whatever other television shows were popular. “What’s wrong?” asked Matilda. “You have this worried look on your face.” Miss Honey had to mentally smooth out her features, hiding her surprise at having been caught. So she wasn’t just book smart, she was amazingly perceptive too. “Nothing, dear.” said Miss Honey. Matilda studied her face for a moment. “Why do adults lie so much to children?” asked Matilda rather bluntly. Her innocent features now sported a scowl. There was no hiding things from this one it seemed. “Because sometimes it’s just easier than explaining the truth. Some things aren’t appropriate to tell children.” Like the fact she was having an existential crises at the thought of going to see the principal. “So you are worried about something?” “I’ll tell you a secret.” Miss Honey leaned her head in and Matilda eagerly did the same. “I’m starving.” Matilda giggled, before replying. “That wasn’t a I’m hungry face, though.” Jeez this kid! “It was more,” Matilda thought about it. “Scared.” “Once you see the cafeteria food, you’ll be scared too.” Matilda grinned before shaking her head. Miss Honey’s smile faltered. She let out a sigh. “I have to see the principal about something.” She leaned her head in again and whispered. “She scares me too.” “Do you have someone to go with you? I could go with you if you want, then maybe it won’t be so scary.” Miss Honey smiled. The offer was cute and touching, but she shook her head. “That’s very sweet of you, but it’s something I have to do alone. It’ll be like ripping a band-aid off, I’ll feel better once it’s over with.” There was no way Jennifer was bringing her anywhere near the principal's office. If Matilda thought her riding crop was scary, Jennifer would never see her again if she saw what awaited disobedient students in Miss Trunchbull’s office. She shuddered at the thought. She was about to tell Matilda it was time to get washed up for lunch when her stomach let out a loud growl. The girl stared at her wide-eyed before bursting into giggles. “I told you I was hungry.” ……. This had not gone to plan. This had not gone to plan at all. “So?” Miss Trunchbull asked after looking at Matilda’s test score. “Well, I figured she’d be happier in a more advanced class. For someone who can already read fluently and has a firm grasp of basic mathematics, kindergarten would be very boring for her.” “No.” Came the curt reply. Ms. Honey frowned. “She obviously cheated anyway.” “No, M-miss Trunchbull, I heard-” “She’s a real wart that one. She’s a cheat and a liar. Even her father said so. Asked me to give her a good smack when I met her. I had her screaming and crying this morning, yes I did.” Ms. Honey’s mouth nearly fell open. They certainly weren’t talking about the same girl! “No, there must be some mistake! Matilda is a very-” “Big, and revolting problem you must deal with. Don’t let those little slime balls manipulate you! Or do I need to re-educate you on how to handle children?” Ms. Honey quickly shook her head. She could hear whimpering coming from around the corner where Ms. Trunchbull kept that. “This is a school, children aren’t supposed to be happy. So you either keep the little wart in line or I will.” Ms. Honey’s head was pounding with anger as she rode her bike, an old rusted beach cruiser she had liberated from the dump, towards home. What was she supposed to do now? And how could Mr. Wormwood say something like that about his own daughter? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more frantically she peddled. She was pedaling so hard by the time she reached the farm fields she almost rode right past the figure sitting on the sidewalk with their head tucked to their knees. If it wasn’t for Crunchem Hall uniform, she would have kept on going. Ms. Honey hit the brakes and stared at the figure. What was a student doing all the way out here? “Hey, are you okay?” Miss Honey asked. The child looked up, tears streaking down their face. “Matilda?” She hopped off her bike and squatted down next to her. “What in the world are you doing out here by yourself?” “I-I-Iwastryingtowalkhomebutigotlostandnowi’mtootiredtokeepwalkingandIreallyhavetopee” Matilda blurted out before bursting into tears. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that a bit slower? I didn’t understand any of it.” She tried to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but instantly felt the girl stiffen. “I’m lost.” Matilda said before getting up and beginning to pace before stopping, crossing her legs and bending forward at the waist. Ms. Honey watched her for a moment before what she said beforehand clicked into place. Oh. She looked around, but there was nothing but fields. “I don’t live far. Do you think you can wait a few more minutes?” Ms. Honey wasn’t so sure if she could, but Matilda sniffled and nodded. She picked up her bike got on and had Matilda climb on the back of the seat and wrap her arms around Jennifer's waist. Within a few peddles she knew this wasn’t going to work. Matilda couldn’t sit still. She would send them both crashing to the ground. “I’m sorry, but c’mon, let’s go over here.” She took Matilda’s hand and led her down a dirt path and away from the main road. “Where are we going?” Matilda asked, staring at her hand in Jennifer’s as if the mere act of holding hands was something foreign to her. “Somewhere you can go potty.” Ms. Honey watched as Matilda craned her neck this way and that. “I don’t see a restroom.” Ms. Honey bit back a laugh, before looking behind her. “I think we’re far enough from the road. Around here should be okay.” “Around he-” Matilda stopped mid-sentence as her situation seemed to click. Ms. Honey watched her face go from pale white to a bright shade of scarlet. “Have you ever been camping?” Matilda shook her head as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “See, normally what you want to do is dig a hole, but the ground is a bit too hard here.” Ms. Honey struck it with a stick, but nothing happened. “Oh well, you won’t hurt anything.” Matilda stared at her silently for a moment. “Go on. It’s okay.” “I-I don’t have to go that badly.” Matilda lied. “You haven’t stopped squirming since I found you. I have a feeling your family won’t be happy if you show up with a wet uniform. They’re very expensive.” Matilda hung her head and crossed her legs. “Best to just get it over with. I won’t look if that’s what you're worried about.” “Like a band-aid.” Matilda mumbled. “Yes, just like that. Did you still want me to read Wuthering Heights?” “Yes.” “How about this. Once you go potty, we can still go to my house. I’ve got a map and once we figure out where you live, I’ll read you a chapter.” Matilda let out a breath. “Okay.” She mumbled. “Where?” Miss Honey turned around. “Right where you’re standing is fine. Wait first, hand me everything you're wearing from the waist down. This will all be pointless if you still get everything wet.” She grabbed the clothing when she felt something soft get pressed against her arm. “Now all you have to do is squat down and make sure your legs are apart.” “Okay.” After a minute of silence, Miss Honey peeked behind her to make sure everything was going alright, but frowned when she saw Matilda, now half naked, still dancing from foot to foot. “You’re not going to feel any better until you get it over with.” “Hey! You said you wouldn’t look!” “I’ll look away once you get down.” Matilda groaned, hands clenched into fists in front of her while pumping her legs up and down. “Fine, I’ll read two chapters.” “I can’t. Not here.” Matilda whimpered. “Sweetie, you won’t make it anywhere else.” “No, I mean, I can’t get down here.” Matilda was crying again. “What? What is it? Are you hurt?” “N-no, there are holes” Jennifer looked down. Yes, there were quite a lot of holes, but they were in a field. She gave Matilda a quizzical look. “I d-don’t like holes I can’t see down. What if they're full of yellow jackets?” Jennifer took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. Children and their irrational fears. “They’re just old gopher holes. The quicker you go, the quicker you can get away from them.” “Would you put your privates next to holes you can’t see down and start pouring liquid?” Miss Honey blanched. When she put it like that. It didn’t sound so irrational after all. Matilda. 1. Jennifer. 0. “Do you want to look for somewhere else, or do you want to try and wait until we get to my place?” “I think I can wait.” Matilda said, hands still covering herself. “Can I have my clothes back, please?” “Hmm, tell you what? Let’s play a game of risk.” Jennifer said. Matilda frowned. “You have until we get to the bike to change your mind. If you can make it until we get there, I’ll read you two chapters.” “Okay, then I’ll wait.” Matilda said. “But if we have to stop along the way, one chapter, and if you have an accident, no chapters.” “O-oh okay.” Matilda said. “So can I have my clothes back?” “I’ll give them back at the bike, because once you put them on, it starts.” “It starts at the bike?” Matilda asked. “If you change your mind and find somewhere to go potty before we get to the bike, I’ll still read you two chapters. So keep an eye out.” They walked in silence back towards the street, Matilda trailing a few steps behind her. Jennifer was hoping she’d hear her run off somewhere, but the girl seemed determined. When they got back to the street, Jennifer looked left and then right to make sure the coast was clear. When she saw that it was, she bent and picked up the bike and that's when something struck her. “Matilda,” Jennifer said with her back still turned towards her. “There’s something you should know before I give you your clothes, and we head towards my place. It’s an outhouse.” “Huh?” Matilda said. “The bathroom. It’s an outhouse. Do you know what that is?” “Like a porta-potty?” “Sort of, it’s more like a seat that sits over a big hole in the ground. I’m not sure just how uncomfortable you are with holes, but-” she peeked over her shoulder at the crestfallen expression on Matilda’s face and heard a tiny audible whimper escape. “There are no holes here sweetie.” “Pl-pl-please don’t tell anyone. My d-daddy would- ” Matilda’s voice broke. Jennifer got off her bike and steered it over about a foot from the curb. “Your daddy doesn’t need to know. Come over here behind the bike so no one sees if they drive by.” She watched out the corner of her eye as Matilda scurried over behind the bike and disappeared. Ms. Honey waited for a minute, but she didn’t hear any movement. “Everything okay?” “Yes.” Came a quiet sniffle. “Are you going potty?” There was a second much quieter, “Yes.” Jennifer almost wasn’t sure she heard. She peeked behind her, before turning back around, pleased to see there was now liquid streaming down the gutter. “There’s a good girl. I’m sure you feel loads better now.” “Pl-ple-please don’t t-t-tell a–ny-one.” Matilda cried. “Sweetie, it’s nothing to be upset about. Even adults have to do it sometime.” “My p-p-parents say girls can’t pee outside, only guys get to.” “Well, it’s easier for them sure, but what do you think female hikers and campers do?” “My daddy said they hold it until they get home.” “That’s not very practical, is it?” "Miss Honey, can I please have my clothes back?" Matilda asked from behind the bike. "Oh, yes, here." She bent down and opened up the girl's underwear for her to step into, but Matilda quickly pulled them out of her hands and dressed herself. "All set?" Jennifer asked once Matilda had stood up and come out from behind the bike. "Almost." Jennifer watched her rub at her temples with her hands. "Are you alright?" "Yes, it's just, whenever something unpleasant happens, I like to imagine it getting locked in a box where I'll never remember it again." “Matilda, it really isn’t a big deal.” “Of course it’s a big deal! It was my first day of school, and I just peed in the street in front of my teacher! You must think I’m disgusting or uncivilized! Or some kind of infant who isn’t ready for school!” Matilda said, her voice getting louder with every word. “No, sweetie, I don’t think any of those things. You made the right choice. You recognized your limitations and acted accordingly. I think what you did was smart, but if it bothers you this much we can both pretend it never happened. Just know, I have seen more than half the class naked and in far more compromising positions, so you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Matilda furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I think I missed that part of class.” Jennifer laughed and shook her head. “No, silly, I’ve babysat most of them at one time or another over the years. I’ve given them baths, cleaned up diaper blowouts, changed wet sheets and wet pajamas.” “Oh I see, but that’s when they were babies, obviously.” “Uhh, not quite.” Miss Honey said with a small smile. “But we will need to rinse off your legs.” She quietly chuckled to herself as Matilda’s face began to glow bright red. “So do you want to ride on the back of the bike, or shall we walk?” “Walk. I don’t want to get your bike dirty.” Once they started walking, Matilda seemed to snap out of the embarrassed trance she was in. Jennifer was having difficulty keeping up with her in conversation. She bounced from one topic to the next, leaving Jennifer in awe. She couldn’t believe she was having these types of conversations with a small child. They talked about feminism in the early 1800s compared to today, classism in A Tale of Two Cities, working conditions of the poor, religions of the world. Jennifer was so entranced she hardly noticed how far they had walked. It was as if Matilda had stopped being this vulnerable, lost child and had become a miniature scholar. She was quite knowledgeable on a wide variety of subjects, but as soon as Jennifer had started asking her anything about her own life, she seemed to clam up, and once again she could glimpse the vulnerable child. “We’re here, right through these trees.” Jennifer led her through a maze of trees and shrubs until they came upon a small building no one would ever find unless they knew where to look for it. She pushed her bike up and leaned it against the small white building. “You live here?” Matilda asked, wide eyes taking in the property. Jennifer could see her eyes light up in excitement as she spotted something across the yard. “You have a hammock! That’s so cool!” Jennifer smiled and watched the young girl take off across the yard until she came up to a group of trees she had strung up a once broken hammock she had bought at a yard sale and sewn back together. “You have a garden too! Is that corn?” “Yes, I enjoy gardening. I grow all sorts of fruits and vegetables, like corn, squash, cucumbers, strawberries.” “Is that a real well?” Matilda ran over and peeked inside before quickly backing off. “Can’t see the bottom.” She mumbled. “Yes, It’s how I get my water. There isn’t any modern plumbing inside, so I can’t just turn a faucet. If I need water for anything, I have to draw it from the well.” “Why don’t you have running water?” Matilda asked. “Well, back in the day, it used to be the sla- I mean servants quarters. It’s old and out of date. I’m afraid the outside is much more interesting than the inside.” “And is that the outhouse?” she pointed to the other corner of the yard. “Why doesn’t it have a door?” “Ah, well, I took it off since it’s just me here, it’s out of the way and secluded from the rest of the main property and anyone who might walk by. I don’t like being in small spaces.” “But what if you have guests?” “Well, I’ve never had to think of that before, you’re the first person I’ve ever had over.” “Really? How long have you lived here?” “Almost two years.” “You’ve lived here for two years, and I’m the first guest?” Matilda asked incredulous. “Why?” “I like living simply. This is the only place I can really be myself, it’s not much I know, but here I’m free. Now, come here, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can lay in the hammock and read.” She led Matilda back over to the well and drew the bucket up. Next she went inside and retrieved one of the few washcloths she had and dunked it in the water. “Pull everything from the waist off, and I’ll wipe you down.” Jennifer frowned when Matilda began backing away. “I can clean myself.” “If you insist, but make sure to get everywhere, so you don’t go home smelling like urine. I'll be over here when you’re done.” She handed her the damp cloth and laid down in the hammock to wait. Five minutes later, Matilda tried to pull herself up, but nearly tipped Jennifer out. “Over here, so you can see.” Matilda let out a startled yell when Jennifer picked her up and set her down in between her legs. “Why do you look so uncomfortable? Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” She placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her body go rigid. Jennifer frowned in concern. “Does being touched bother you?” “I’m not used to it is all. My family isn’t the affectionate type.” Miss Honey remembered what she had said during lunch about terms of endearment being foreign to her. “Don’t they ever hug you or hold you or tuck you in at night?” “No.” Matilda said flatly. Jennifer bit her lip. “Matilda, are you safe?” “Can we read, Miss Honey?” “Not until you answer my question.” Matilda shifted uncomfortably. “If you answer mine.” Jennifer pinched the bridge of her nose. “What do you want to ask me?” “Do you live here because you like it or is it just because you're poor?” Matilda asked. Jennifer froze. “Both.” She thought of lying, but this girl seemed to have a built-in lie detector. “Now answer mine.” “What do you mean by, ‘safe’?” “Are you taken care of? Fed? Loved?” “There’s food in the house, I’m not being starved or locked in a cupboard like I’m Harry Potter. Do you not make much money from teaching?” “But a child needs more than just their physical needs met. They need to be shown love and kindness.” “Mrs. Phelps is kind to me.” Matilda mumbled. “You didn’t answer my question.” “I make enough, but my aunt takes it all as back payment for raising me. I live off the money I get doing odd jobs like babysitting on the weekends, or working over the summer. It’s difficult to be an independent adult when you take home as much money as a teenager. As for Mrs. Phelps, she’s not your mother. It’s not enough, trust me, I know. I grew up in a loveless home, and the only kindness I received came from the same source.” “Why did your aunt raise you?” Matilda asked. “Was she mean?” “My parents died when I was very young. And yes, she is a very mean woman.” “I’m sorry. Was she mean like Miss Trunchbull?” Jennifer stayed quiet for a moment until Matilda turned around to face her. Finally, she settled on the truth. “My aunt is Miss Trunchbull.” Matilda gasped. “Ms. Honey!” Jennifer smiled sadly. “Enough about me, and you don’t have to keep calling me Ms. Honey while we’re here. When we’re not at school you can call me Jenny.” She looked down at Matilda. “And if this position makes you uncomfortable, you can move.” Matilda sat still for a moment and looked at her place in between Jennifer’s legs. “Can I stay?” Matilda mumbled. “Absolutely. In fact, lay back, get comfortable.” She pulled the girl down until she was leaning fully against her and picked up the book next to her. “I promised to read some chapters, didn’t I?” Matilda grinned and nodded her head. Jennifer got halfway through the second chapter when she stopped and listened. She could hear Matilda’s deep rhythmic breathing. She looked down and found the girl turned on her side and resting her head on Jennifer’s stomach, now fast asleep. Jennifer smiled and gently ran a hand over her back. She thought of waking her and offering to take her home but decided against it. Matilda had had a rough day and maybe a nap was really what she needed, and maybe a little something else. She wrapped her arms gently around the sleeping girl and smiled when she felt tiny arms wrap around her as well. She may not be able to challenge her mind, but at the very least, she could offer Matilda something her books and family couldn’t and wouldn’t. Human Affection.

@PuraVidaDip What I have found on https://www.healthline.com/health/baby/diaper-size-chart is a baby diaper size chart. This chart lists two items that are very intersting - How long baby will typically be in that size Average age baby might use these diapers Adding the total of 'How long baby will typically be in that size' = a few weeks + 3 months + 2-4 months + up to a year + up to a year + as needed + as needed = 2 weeks (.5 months) + 3 months + 2-4 months (average = 3 months) + 12 months + 12 months equates to 30.5 months plus 'as needed' = approx 2.5 years. HOWEVER, the next column states 0 to 4 months , 3 - 8 months , 5-24 months , 18 - 36 months, 2 -3 years, 3-4 years. This leads one to take from this chart that Size 6 diapers for >35 lbs are for 3-4 years old babies, yet on the same site, the average age of potty training falls somewhere around 27 months. 3 years = 36 months. 4 years - 48 months. This proves that https://www.healthline.com/health/baby/diaper-size-chart#disposable-diapers contradicts https://www.healthline.com/health/parenting/average-age-for-potty-training#readiness-signs Also, there are size 7 and size 8 diapers plus pull up type diapers that fit up to and including 16 year olds. All these 'diapers' have inner leak guards which sole purpose is to contain mess. This equates to 16 year old babies are still messing in their diapers, and www.healthline.com, your source, is contradictory at best.

I've worn diapers for various diagnostic imaging appointments, and they never came into the picture, metaphorically or literally, except for one memorable occasion during the height of the pandemic. My downtown university-affiliated giant medical center decided that switching over to disposable hospital gowns would provide greater infection control, although why that was never done before, and has not been done since, still baffles me, since the regular hospital gowns have been in use for a century, and people have had surgery in them, suffered every known and unknown illness in them, lived and died in them, and then they were run through an industrial laundering process and deemed fit for reuse. But Covid, for some reason, was being treated like Ebola early on. Anyway, I was issued a disposable gown, and I went into a changing stall that had a burned out florescent bulb above it. I took my clothes off, except my diaper and my socks. The diaper was a Rearz Elite Hybrid, a (thankfully) plain white plastic diaper with hook/loop tabs. I pulled the paper gown over myself, looked in the mirror in the somewhat shadowy stall, thought everything was fine, and then walked out of the changing area and back into the public waiting room where the lockers for your belongings are, and where you sit and wait to get called into the inner sanctum waiting area, just before your scan. All of a sudden, one of the receptionists jumped up from behind the desk, tore open another disposable gown, and rushed it over to me, holding it open like a jacket and inviting me to put it on. Slightly bewildered, and now becoming concerned, I donned the second gown, which she then tied up for me. I jammed my stuff in a locker and sat down and watched CNN with the sound off until it was time to go to the inner waiting area. While in there, I became curious as what the issue was with the gown, so I went into the washroom and took the outer gown off... and realized that under functional florescent lights, like the ones in the waiting room, my bright white diaper more or less glowed under the single layer of gown. I haven't been back since, but if they're still using the disposable gowns the next time I go, I will definitely be asking for two.

I’m glad you got over it! Same here. I introduce special people in my life to Bumptylee. Being gentle with yourself and open with what you like and want is a revelation. Any GF who doesn’t understand me isn’t one I want in my life.

I used to try and make it usually unsuccessfully to the toilet In the end O just gave up trying and more often than not just wet my nappy. Most of the time it just happens totally uncontrollably but sometimes I just make the decision to wet my self as I can't hold it any longer.

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Oops. Apologies for the mistake! Goes to show I really did read it a while back... Thank you for helping clear that up! Now I might have to take a trip down memory lane! Yet who are we to question the ways of disciplining Littles? Sometimes they've just got some barriers that need a little breaking down!

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A Little killer that kills Amazons I hope to see the last chapter on Halloween

I love getting your post So far in what I've published, Mark has had 3 poopy diapers, and Michelle has changed all of them, plus all but two of the wet diapers. Jessica has only changed 2 diaper. The one while Mark was around Emily, and at the lake. Michelle has had a bulk of the care, like bedtimes and cuddling. I think a lot of the love has been implied by the actions that Michelle. Remember, she let Mark move into her home because he couldn't live by himself, and it was only after when he admitted his desires that she pursued it. Most of my text has been on the weekend, starting on Friday Night, and Michelle is giving him a fully immersive baby weekend, which includes time with family. The next chapter is called the decision, and that's where Mark makes his decision on whether he becomes Michelle's baby boy or just her boyfriend. You have to read to find out what he decides, but what follows is three days where Mark and Michelle are together almost the entire time

I was 8-years-old and I pooped in my pants. I did it deliberately. It wasn't any accident. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing where I had the urge to go, the privacy and a pair of underwear that I could throw away if I had to. I liked the feeling. I've been doing it every since.

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Oh thats fascinating, I would love to see your research or anything you have published as from what I have observed there is no existence of a Abrahimic God and if there is it should be shunned and not worshipped so I would love to read your research for myself.

William most likely feels that as long as he can get Luna to where she needs to be then nothing is off the table. Restraints can be “add later”. As the CEO the buck stops with him. I don’t know what the “public face” of Luna really is though. So its hard to judge alot of characters.

I just find the aesthetic so pleasing…

Lol yeah that was a typo. Let me change it.

Becoming An Adult Toddler I guess June 12 could be considered my re-birthday because that’s the day that my life changed. This was the Friday, the week after my knee surgery. I was getting better, but still moving slowly. Michelle woke me up at 7:30, changed my diaper, and then fixed me some breakfast. After breakfast, I said, “I need to poop.” Michelle lowered her eyes in a disapproving fashion and said, “that doesn’t sound like you are asking me. It sounds like you are telling me.” I was half annoyed, but a little turned on, and said, “Oh yeah, you changed the diaper, so I need permission first. I wonder if you’ll ever let me change my diaper again.” When I was changing my diapers (just a few days earlier), I would wait until they were soaked. I used the excuse that I wanted to conserve my diapers, but really, it was that I liked the feeling of a soggy diaper. Michelle was always ready to change my diaper once she noticed it was getting wet, so chances were that she would be changing them from now on. Michelle grinned. It might have been from her joy, but I think it was an evil grin once she realized that I was falling into her trap. She said, “I’ll make you a deal. If you ask to change your diaper before I notice that it is wet, I’ll let you change your diaper.” I nodded, “It’s a deal.” Under her breath, Michelle mouthed, “but I don’t think you will.” I ignored the sly comment and asked, “can I use the bathroom? I need to poop.” I guess I was still trying to hold on to adult-level dignity, but I feared that ship had sailed. I was a fifty-eight-year-old man asking for his girlfriend’s permission to poop in the potty. Michelle replied, “I think you should, but let me help you.” I wonder what would have happened if I strongly objected. I wasn’t a little kid, and I didn’t need help using the potty. But this had been a fantasy of mine for the last thirty years, so I only offered mild objections. “Why? I’ve pulled my diaper off and on tons of times.” “I know, but you’ve got physical therapy after this, and I’m sure you don’t want to leak.” I sneered, “Ok.” I’m not sure if Michelle thought that I was acting like a petulant teenager, but she stayed silent, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom. Once we got there, I went to undo my shorts, but Michelle swatted my hands away and did it herself. Fortunately, I don’t have anything that resembles hips, so my diaper easily lowered, and I did my business in the toilet. Pooping in front of your new girlfriend might be difficult for some people, but one of the side effects of my medicine is loose bowel movements. So, I don’t have any difficulty pooping when it’s time to go. It’s pretty much: get into position, open the hatch, and drop the payload. This is especially true in the morning. Michelle remarked, “Well, that didn’t take long. You really did have to go.” “Yeah, a fiber-rich diet and Metformin make it quick.” It was strange talking to your girlfriend about your morning bowel movement, but that’s where I was. And I already realized Michelle was about to become intimately familiar with my poop schedule. At least she let me wipe myself, which was a relief. I wasn’t ready to have Michelle wipe my butt. She said, in a slightly mocking way, “Good job. I love that you are trying to be my big boy.” She pulled my diaper back in place and then combed my hair. “Let’s get you ready for physical therapy.” Michelle dropped me off at physical therapy, but she had a meeting after that, so Jessica took me home. Riding in the passenger seat with a new young driver on the freeway can be a little harrowing. I used the imaginary brake pedal on the passenger side many times, but we did make it home in one piece. Any hope of changing my diaper myself was quashed after Michelle checked my diaper, and it was squishy. I knew it was wet, but I had a few more hours before I would have changed it. She grinned and said, “You’re wet, so it is time to change your diaper.” After that, she fixed us lunch, and then I had a short nap. After my nap, I went to a movie with her twenty-five-year-old son, Mike. I don’t know if Michelle convinced Mike to take me to a movie, or if Mike wanted to hang out with me. I know Michelle wanted the two of us to get to know each other, but I also wonder if she used that as an excuse to get me out of the house. Whatever it was, we had a nice time. It wasn’t a great movie, but it wasn’t bad either. After the movie, we went to a bar; Mike and I had a nice conversation while having a beer. Before this, I wondered if Mike resented me, but Mike was happy for us. Mike said, “I’m glad that you two are together, because mom looks really happy, and she hasn’t been happy for a long time.” It was just past six, and Michelle fixed a nice dinner. Jessica was out with friends, so it was just the two of us. We both had some wine, and then we started to cuddle. And then the age-play began! My memory is a little hazy because I was in a fog through most of it. The next thing I remember was heading to the bathroom for my bath. I was undressed, and then she used a hot washcloth to wipe my body. She took out the electric razor and shaved my entire body. It wasn’t just my pubic hair. She shaved my under-arm hair, my arm hair, and my leg hair. She applied the hair-removal cream, and then shaved my face while the hair-removal cream was activating. The only hair left was on top of my head. She filled the tub with some bubble bath and handed me a toy submarine. I couldn’t help myself and started to play with the bubbles. I asked, “Do you want to join me?” It was a feeble attempt to retain my adult status in the foreplay, but Michelle put her finger on my lips and said, “Shush baby, just let mommy bathe you.” She took me out of the tub and brought me to my bedroom, but my room had completely changed. There used to be a vanity. Now in its place was a padded table with a hand-held shower fixture. It was a changing table! I looked over to the bed, and saw a railing on three sides, and realized it was now a crib. My bedroom was now an adult-sized nursery! This was a fantasy coming to life, and I was helpless to my desires. Michelle could do anything she wanted. She put a pacifier in my mouth, and then massaged baby lotion over my entire body. I smelled like lavender and baby powder, and I was silky smooth. My penis stiffened, so Michelle gently caressed it while the lotion absorbed into my skin. I fully climaxed, and then she cleaned everything and taped me into a clean diaper. She put me into a baby blue onesie and lay next to me in the crib. She propped my head against her chest and held a baby bottle against my lips. “Drink this up for mommy, it will help you sleep.” It was a mixture of milk mixed with cacao powder, protein powder, and some fruits. I think it included some prune juice and bananas. After I finished the bottle, Michelle exposed her breast and gently pushed my head toward it. I latched on and she started to rock while I sucked on her boob. She sang softly and I closed my eyes. I vaguely remember her saying, “You’re such a good baby. Go to sleep, and before you know it mommy will be back. Stay here until mommy gets you.” I could still see some sunlight peeking through the blinds after she left. It couldn’t have been much past eight o’clock, and it might have been closer to 7:30.

Chapter 17 I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and my heart was racing. I heard knocking on the door, but I tried to ignore it. I wished I had gone into mine and Jenny’s room instead because there would be a pacifier in there. I also wondered for a minute if my mom had left my boy clothes in Steve’s room. Could I some how sneak over there and change. “Cindy… open my door.” Allie said. “If you don’t open my door, I am texting pics of you in a dress and in a diaper to all my friends.” I really didn’t think she would do that. Especially because I was pretty sure mom would take her phone away from if she did. “Listen, Leslie can only stall Scott for so long. Open the door and we can talk about how to deal with this.” Allie pleaded. Her second argument was stronger than the first. I moved to the door and slowly opened it after unlocking it. Allie pushed her way in right after the door moved. “Are you okay?” She asked. “No… I can’t do this.” I told her. “You can… Leslie and I have your back, Sissy.” Allie forced a big smile with a hard accent on the word sissy. I was surprised that I actually chuckled at that. When I did Allie moved over and hugged me. When we broke the hug, she took my hand I was shocked that I let her lead me out of the room and down the stairs. I saw Scott sitting on the couch talking to Leslie. Their backs were to me as Allie continued to lead me further into the room. Mom poked her head out of the kitchen and gave me an encouraging smile. Because of where she was sitting Leslie saw me first and did the same. Scott noticed or sensed the movement behind him and turned his body and was looking directly at me and Allie. His eyes widened again but it wasn’t the shock I saw yesterday. I watched as it was obvious that his brain was absorbing what he was seeing. He then let his eyes travel from my feet to my head and back again. “Scott. This is Cindy. She showed up in this house while you were at camp.” I was thankful for Allie’s introduction. Leslie jumped in. “Cindy is my new friend and I have loved spending time with her.” I could see both Allie and Leslie looking and me with an expression of say something. My heart was racing. “Hi Scott. How was camp?” I got out somehow. “It was good… um… how have things been here anything exciting happen while I gone?” He stuttered. Allie and Leslie laughed, and I was surprised that I chuckled also. “Uh… no not really.” I replied. At that Allie and Leslie roared with laughter and I joined them. Scott was looking at all three of us and I couldn’t tell he if was thinking we were crazy or if he felt left out of the joke. “Is someone actually going to explain what is going on here? Mike… Cindy…. Whoever? Umm… do you want to be a girl? Is this like a Bruce… or I mean Caitlyn Jenner kind of thing?” Scott asked. The three of us stopped laughing and looked at each other. Allie nodded at me indicating I should answer. “Maybe. I am trying to figure it out. Allie, Leslie, my cousin, and my mom are helping me figure it out.” I said to him. “Christine is helping you?” Scott responded. I laughed again. Scott had made it very clear that to me that he had a huge crush on Christine. “Yes… These are actually her clothes that she gave me. Oh… and her bra!” I winked at him. “How do you have boobs? They aren’t real, right?” Scott was staring at my chest now. “No… not real. I am wearing falsies.” I smiled. “See… I told you the boobs were a good idea. Boys like boobs!” Allie said while sticking her chest out a little farther. Leslie and I chuckled then she said. “I guess it is a good thing I don’t think I want boys to like me then.” “You don’t like boys?” Scott asked. “I don’t think so… or maybe I only like girly boys… still trying to figure that out.” Leslie said honestly. I smiled at her then sat on the other end of the couch. Allie moved over to the love seat. All three of us shared a quick smile. “Scott, I am sorry for springing this on you. I have been learning a lot about myself this week and I am not sure what any of it really means. I just know I like girl’s clothes and I like girl things. It would be great if we can still be friends. It would also be great if you didn’t tell anyone, yet.” “Um… sure. I remember when my brother was deciding how out to people he wanted to be. He told me and our older sister before he even told our parents. I get it… a little I think.” Scott was still unsure of himself as he spoke. “Thanks.” I just replied. “Although for you it is way more obvious right. It isn’t like when you are gay people can see it on the outside. If you go out wearing that outfit people will know.” Scott said. “I don’t think anyone will know. He looks just like a girl. I don’t see a boy at all.” Leslie said. “Not everyone. Sorry. That came out kind of wrong. You are right, he… she… definitely looks like a girl, she is actually pretty. What I meant was anyone who knows her will see what she is wearing and know.” Scott replied. “Oh… yes, true.” Leslie responded. I was still focusing on Scott saying I was pretty. My mom, Allie, Leslie and Christine had told me that but except for maybe Leslie, I felt like they had to say that. Scott, or a boy saying it was totally different for some reason. I had felt my cheeks redden as he said it. Allie, who must have been reading my mind, looked over at me and gave me a big smile and a wink. I shyly smiled back at her. “So, what are you all doing today?” Scott asked. “We haven’t decided yet. Thinking of maybe taking Cindy out for a little shopping. She needs to add to her wardrobe. Want to go with us?” Allie asked. “Shopping, for girls’ stuff. Uh… no thanks.” Scott laughed. “We were going to see if Christine could take us. Would that change your decision?” Allie asked in a teasing tone. Scott blushed. “Uh… no… but I could always hang around until she came to pick you all up.” I sat there listening to this. It was the first time I had heard of these plans, so I was surprised at that. I was also a little surprised at Scott’s confidence in his reply. Usually when someone teased him about girls he would get really embarrassed and clam up. “Now that you are girl do you still play video games?” Scott asked me. “I am not a girl. I am dressing in girls’ clothes and doing some things that girls do.” I responded. “You are using a girl name though.” Scott responded. “True.” I was anxious to change the conversation. “I played some games with Steve the other day, why?” “Well since I came over, I thought maybe we could play a game or two, before you go shopping.” “Trying to stall to be here when Christine comes?” I joked. “Maybe.” I got up and headed towards the stairs. I turned back to Allie and Leslie who were both smiling. I mouthed thank you to them and moved upstairs and into Steve’s room where the video games were. As soon as I stepped in the room I realized there was going to be a problem. “Dude, where is your bed?” Scott asked. “Uh… my mom moved it.” I stuttered. “Oh… because she didn’t want Steve sharing a room with a girl? She moved you into Allie’s room?” Scott said. “Uh… kind of.” I handed him a controller for the game and turned it on. I was hoping this would distract him. Scott picked his avatar while I looked for the other controller. I found it and went to pic my avatar. I hesitated for a second before choosing the girl one I had picked before with Steve. Scott chuckled. “Well at least she is hot. Speaking of hot… Allie suddenly grew up didn’t she.” “Dude, that is my sister you are talking about.” I was faking a little of the outrage, but I was surprised to hear him say it. “Sorry… but it is true. Um… what is the deal with Leslie and you. Seems like there was comments earlier that made it seem like she is into you. Plus, the way she looks at you is pretty obvious.” Scott went on. “Not really sure what is going on. It is has been an interesting week.” I just said. The game started and we stopped talking. Scott, like Steve, was way better at the game then I was. Plus, my mind wasn’t really focused on the game but more on everything else that was happening. I did catch him loosing focus a few times as he was checking out my boobs. As all of that was running through my mind, I suddenly realized I had to pee, and I spurted into the maxipad. “Hit pause. I have to go to the bathroom.” I yelled out as I jumped up. As I made it to the hall more pee spurted out. Entering the bathroom, I slammed the door behind me and quickly undid my shorts, just before I pushed my panties down more pee escaped. Finally, I sat on the toilet and finished peeing. When I was done, I looked down to check the possible damage. The maxipad looked fairly soaked. The panties and shorts though were still okay. I removed the pad and wrapped it in some toilet paper and dropped it in the trash. I noticed that there was another one in there and realized it was probably one of Allie’s. I pulled the panties up and rebuttoned my shorts. A quick hand wash and I was tapping on Allie’s door and told to come in. It felt weird not having anything bulky between my legs although I thought the panties felt pretty good. “What’s up. Scott still here?” Allie asked. “Uh yea… I had to take a potty break.” I responded. “Oh… did you make it there in time? Everything okay?” Leslie asked sincerely. “Yea… but uh… well… I need a new maxipad. Do you have another one I could have?” I asked her. “Yea… I think so. But I need to keep at least one for me. Let me check what is in my bag.” She said as she reached for her bag. I am not sure why exactly, but it excited me a little to be asking Leslie for one of her maxipads. Her comment about needing to keep one for herself also excited me. I watched expectantly as she opened her bag. “You are in luck. I have two left in my bag. Here you go.” She handed me one with a big smile on her face. “Thank you.” I smiled at her. “You two should see the way you look at each other.” Allie interjected. We both got very red faced and I turned to leave. “Hey how long is Scott going to stay? I asked Christine to pick us up at one o’clock.” I looked back at Allie. “Are we really going shopping?” “Yes… you really do need clothes.” Allie told me. “Okay. I will tell him I will finish this game and then try and get rid of him.” I told her. “Yea, tell him he will have to ogle Christine some other time.” Allie laughed. “She isn’t the only one in this family he is ogling.” I said back. “Oh… you caught him checking out your tits I bet. I don’t understand why boys don’t realize how obvious they are about that.” Allie said matter of fact. “I guess I have to grow some tits to experience that.” Leslie said with sort of sad chuckle. “Girlfriend, I watched Gary walk into a table at the pool the other day because his eyes were glued to your ass. You have your charms. Cindy here… never misses a chance to watch you walk away.” Allie laughed. Again, Leslie and I got red in the face. Although I knew what Allie had just said was true. I also wondered about Gary. Did she mean Gary that was on the football team? He was going to be junior when school started. “Um… Yes, I did catch him doing that, but I meant you. Scott told me that you had definitely grown up and he thinks you are hot.” I walked out after saying that. I went back to the bathroom to slip the maxipad in before going back to complete the game. As I got to the door Scott caught me by surprise as he stepped out. “I came looking for you because you had been gone so long. Then I decided to pee myself. What were you doing?” He asked. “I uh. Had to check on something with Allie really quick and she wouldn’t stop talking. I will be back in a minute.” I blurted out. Scott moved out of my way, but I noticed his eyes dropped down to my hand. I tried to cover maxipad up by holding it against my opposite thigh as I slide into the bathroom. I quickly removed the package and the peeled the plastic off the adhesive strip. I dropped my shorts and panties and secured it in place. Everything felt right again as I walked back to Steve’s room. As soon as I walked in Scott handed me my controller and the game started up again. As expected, he beat me pretty badly even while being distracted by my boobs. The game ended and I figured he would ask if I wanted to play again but instead, he set the controller down. “Mike… sorry Cindy. I won’t tell anyone, but it is going to get out eventually. Unfortunately, too many people already know. All your family, Leslie, and now me. I would be surprised if Steve hasn’t told someone. I was only a year or so older than him when my brother came out. I couldn’t keep it inside and I told Lance.” Scott was looking across the room as he spoke. “My mom threatened Allie and Steve about telling anyone.” I told him. “Yea… then how did Leslie find out?” He asked. “Allie brought her over when I was dressed up.” I said leaving out that I was dressed as a baby and had a poopy diaper at the time. “That wasn’t an accident. She wanted her best friend to know. Although it looks like Leslie took it well. Really well actually.” He smiled. “She is very cute. Anything going on there?” “Maybe. Not sure yet. But probably. I guess.” I looked down at the floor. “So… you like girls, right? Not boys. It is okay if you like boys, just asking.” He smiled. “Yea… I like girls. Honestly, outside of Christine I have never really had a crush on someone. I think I am developing one on Leslie, though.” I answered. “Who doesn’t have a crush on Christine?” He joked. “So no to boys then?” “I think so. Disappointed? I have seen the way you have been checking out my boobs!” I laughed as I said it and it felt good to tease him. Scott face turned red because he had been caught. “You wish. You kept jutting them out there all proud of yourself. How could I not see them?” I don’t know why but the banter made me feel good, so I turned and tackled him face down and pushed my boobs into his back. Scott and I wrestled all the time. He won most of the time. “You aren’t going to make me fight a girl, are you?” He said as he squirmed out from under me. I giggled in my best girl voice and found myself now on my back with Scott on top of me. I was surprised by the look in his eyes as he looked down on me. There was something that seemed very different. I also realized I had a brief thought of wanting him to bend his head down and kiss me. Fortunately, or unfortunately the pressure of his body on my stomach transferred to my bladder and I suddenly realized I was on the brink of peeing again. I fleet a quick squirt escape, but I was able to stop it from continuing. I knew I had to get out from under him soon. “Okay… you win. You proved you can beat up a girl.” I stuck my tongue out him. He slowly, almost reluctantly, got up from laying on top of me. There was a slight awkwardness as we sat for a minute. I was concentrating on holding my bladder from peeing along with trying to think of something to say in this moment. A quick wrap on the door and Allie opened it. “Mom said it is lunch time. She made tuna fish sandwich and Scott can stay if he wants one.” Allie looked at me funny. Scott said sure and got up and headed towards the stairs. As I stepped out Allie grabbed my arm and held me from moving. “What were you all doing in there?” She asked quietly with some alarm in her voice. “Playing a video game. Why?” I responded. “Because you look all… disheveled or something…. Like you were making out. You weren’t in here kissing him, were you? Leslie will be devastated.” “No… we just wrestled a little, like we always do.” I said. “Yea… uh… girl tip… boys wrestle each other… boys and girls don’t wrestle each other.” Allie said. “Yea, yea…. I need to pee and then I will be right down.” I told her. Stepping in the bathroom I immediately peed. The maxipad was wet but not drenched so I pulled it and my panties back into place. Then I took a minute to get my clothes all situated. When I looked in the mirror my hair was a mess, but my makeup still looked good. I fixed my hair and went down to the kitchen to eat. When I walked in, I noticed that Scott had taken a seat next to Allie and was talking to her. I sat down next to Leslie who smiled at me. Mom handed out the sandwiches and there was a big bag of chips in the middle of the table. Everyone talked about the end of summer coming and about school starting again soon. It made me realize I would have to make a decision about my appearance for school in the near future. “Is everyone going to the summer formal on Saturday?” Scott asked. “Leslie and I are. We got our dresses the other day.” Allie responded. “I bet you both will look beautiful.” He replied while looking right at Allie and smiling. I realized I was maybe a little jealous of how he was looking at Allie and that he said that she was beautiful. I knew he had said Leslie would look beautiful also, but it was obvious he was speaking directly to Allie and flirting a little with her. Allie seemed to be eating it up and she touched his arm as she smiled back at him asking. “Are you going to go?” “I hadn’t decided but now that I know you and Leslie are going, I probably will. Hopefully you will dance with me if I do.” His eyes hadn’t left Allies. “A big sophomore would want to dance with a freshman?” Allie had emphasized the words big and sophomore. “Only the really pretty ones.” Scott said. Even mom giggle a little at that. I was stewing in my chair as I listened to this. I could feel Leslie watching me out of the corner of her eye as this went on. I also had never known Scott to flirt with a girl before. “Allie, I figured you would only want to dance with Jimmy at the formal. Especially since you have been fawning over him at the pool every day.” I said. Allie shot me a death stare while Leslie giggled. Scott’s facial expression changed. “Who is Jimmy?” Scott asked. “He just moved here, and Allie has big crush on him.” Leslie said. “I don’t have a big crush on him. He is cute though.” Allie’s tone made it clear she wasn’t happy with me or Leslie mentioning Jimmy right now. “Cindy, maybe you should go to the formal. It would be a great place to let everyone see the new you.” “Oh… I like that idea. And you already have a dress for it. You could wear one of the ones that Christine gave you. You looked amazing in them!” Leslie said enthusiastically. Allie laughed. “It is obvious who Leslie has a big crush on.” Leslie blushed and shot Allie a look but then said. “You are right, Allie. I do have a crush on you Cindy. You were so beautiful when you tried on those dresses, I would love for you to go to the formal, I would love to dance with you at it.” I saw everyone looking at me. Scott’s eyes were wide, Allie face showed something that was a combination of smirk and a grin, and Leslie’s face was covered with a big smile and very red cheeks. “Uh… thanks Leslie, you… you look amazing in your dress. That would be a big step for me. I am not sure I am ready for that.” I stammered out. We had finished our lunch and I cleared all the plates for everyone and put them in the dishwasher. My mom smiled at me as I finished cleaning the kitchen by wiping down the counters. Leslie had excused herself to go to the bathroom and Scott and Allie had gone into the living room and were laughing about something. I had just stepped out of the kitchen when Leslie came down the stairs her bag was over her shoulder. She reached for my arm and pulled me closer to her. She quietly told me that she had to change her maxipad and was going to run home and get a new one. She confessed, in an even more quiet voice, that it was the first day of her period and she was bleeding very heavily. She moved toward the door and announced that she would be right back and just had to run home really quick. Allie and Steve barely acknowledged her and went right back to laughing and giggling about whatever they were talking about. Mom motioned me into the kitchen, and I followed her. “Umm… how are you doing? No accidents or uh anything so far today? The pullups holding up okay?” “Um… I haven’t been wearing a pullup most of the morning. I couldn’t get the shorts on over it.” I told her. “So, you are just wearing, panties… and no accidents? That is great news.” Mom said. She had had hesitated for a second on the word panties. “Not exactly.” I replied. For some reason I was embarrassed to tell her I had been wearing Leslie’s maxipads and had small accidents in them. In fact, the one I currently had in place was definitely wet and probably needed to be changed out. “What do you mean by not exactly?” Mom’s tone was serious. “Leslie gave me some of her maxipads and I have been wearing them. I uh…. Well, I have spurted some pee into them but was able to stop myself from just freely wetting in them.” I couldn’t look at her as I spoke. “Why Leslie’s. Why didn’t you just grab one of Allie’s?” Mom asked. “Because… well Leslie’s are uh… bigger or thicker.” I responded. “And you like that? Or you need that? Or do you like knowing you are wearing the same thing as Leslie is wearing?” Mom looked me right in the eye as she spoke. “Well… yes.” I looked down again. “Yes… you like that they are thicker, or you think you need them to be thicker to soak up your pee?” She seemed a little impatient. “Or that it is what Leslie is wearing?” “All of it.” I was surprised I was honest with mom. “Okay. I will have to figure out what brand and style she uses, and I can get you some of your own. I am sure Leslie’s mom doesn’t want to be paying for your maxipads.” She gave a slight chuckle at the end. “Oh… that would be great mommy. Thank you.” I said sincerely. There was a quick knock on the front door followed by it swinging open as Christine walked in. I stepped out of the kitchen. “Hi Cindy. You look cute. Ready to do some shopping?” She asked. “Yes. We have to wait for Leslie to come back before we can go. She wants to go with us.” I told her. “No problem.” She said and looked over at Allie who was sitting on the couch with Scott. “Allie, are you going with us also or are you staying here with your friend? Is that the Jimmy I have I have been hearing about?” Allie’s eyes bugged out and she turned red. “I am going with you all. Can’t miss Sissy getting more girly stuff, can I?” “Allie… what have I told you about that.” Mom boomed out. “What… Cindy is my Sissy mom.” Allie tried to sound indignant. “Christine, that is my friend Scott on the couch. You have met him before.” I said. I had been watching him and the look on his face when Christine called him Jimmy was total disappointment. What was hard to tell was if it was because Christine didn’t recognize him or if it was because it was a reminder that Allie had a crush on some guy named Jimmy. “Oh… I am sorry Scott. I didn’t get a good look at you because of the lamp shade. If I had clearly seen you I would have remembered. I never forget the names of cute boys.” Christine had laid that on pretty thick. “Hi Cindy. It is okay.” Scott was now beaming. Now Allie frowned. Scott had turned his attention from her to Christine and it was very obvious he was enthralled with what Christine had said. There was new quick rap on the door and Leslie came in. Christine had moved into the family room and greeted Leslie warmly when she stepped in. Leslie returned the greeting. Leslie motioned to me, ,and I moved over next to her. When I reached her, she took me arm and pulled me close and quietly said into my ear. “I got you a couple more maxipads. They are in my bag. I didn’t think you would want me to hand them to you where Scott could see.” “Thank you. Can you drop your bag in Allie’s room and I could get them there? I need to change the one I am wearing.” I told her. She nodded and bounced up the stairs to Allie’s room and then came back down. She went and sat on the love seat. “Uh… Scott we are going to go do some shopping. I will text you later and maybe we can do something tomorrow. Thanks for being so understanding today. It means a lot. A whole lot.” I told him and felt like I should hug him. “Sure. Ah no problem.” Scott said as he stood up and headed towards the door. I moved to the stairs and before heading up them, I watched Scott’s eyes dart between Allie and Christine, it was almost like he was doing a comparison or evaluation. I went into Allie’s room and saw Leslie’s bag lying on the bed. I opened her bag and saw there were actually four maxipads in the bag. I took two of them and left two for Leslie. I stepped out in the hallway and my mom was standing there. “So that is the brand Leslie uses? Did she bring those for you?” She asked. I nodded and saw mom stick her hand out to me indicated she wanted to see one of them. I gave it to her, and she examined it before handing it back. “Yea. They feel pretty thick and bulky. I can see why you like them instead of Allie’s. I will get you some this afternoon when I go to the store. Were you planning on changing the one you were wearing to a new one for when you go shopping?” Mom asked. “Yea… the one I have on is wet.” I replied. “Do you really think that will be enough protection? Remember what happened the last time you were out with the girls shopping, and that was a pullup.” Mom cocked her eye at me. I stared down at the ground. I did remember. I had an accident and pee had run down my leg and onto the floor. “I really want to go shopping with the other girls though mom.” I whined. “The other girls?” She smiled at me. “You consider yourself one of the girls now, right.” I nodded yes. “How about for today you wear one of Allie’s skirts and I diaper you before you go. Just to be really safe.” Mom said to me. “A diaper? Why can’t I wear a pullup.” I asked. Mom laughed. “Let me be sure I am hearing you right. You are now complaining about being diapered?” “Only because I might not be able to try on things with a diaper on.” I quickly responded. “Hmm… how about… I can’t believe I am suggesting this. How about I lend you one of my bags and you can take a spare diaper with you. Plus, maybe a pullup and even some panties and a maxipad. Depending on what you are trying on you can change." Mom said. I thought for a minute then responded. “How am I going to change the diaper though. Every time I do it myself, I never get it tight enough.” “That is why I couldn’t believe I was suggesting it. Christine or Allie can diaper you. It isn’t like they haven’t done it before, right? I do have one rule though, Leslie can’t do it. Understand.” Mom looked at me sternly as she said the last part. I nodded at her but was thinking about the idea of Leslie diapering me. I realized the idea of the made my heart beat faster and my skin feel flushed. Mom had stepped back into Allie’s room and pulled out a jeans mini-skirt and then came back into the hall and led me into mine and Jenny’s room. She went over the closet and grabbed a couple of diapers, the wipes and the powder. “Take your shorts and panties off. Oh, and I guess drop that maxipad in the diaper pail. Then lay on your bed.” Mom directed. I followed her directions. Mom quickly ran the wipe over me and then fluffed out my diaper and I lifted my butt up so she could slide it in place. A quick dash of powder was applied and then she pulled the front up and began to tape it in place. I looked at my mom and she suddenly had a big smile and I realized she was reacting to the smile on my face as I enjoyed the experience of being diapered. I laid there for a minute relishing the feeling of having mom diaper me. As much as I had enjoyed the panties and maxipad today, they were nothing like the feeling of having someone pull the diaper tapes tight on you. I wasn’t sure if just getting to experience that once each day, before bed at night, would be enough for me. “Slide this skirt on and I will go grab my sandals for you again. I think you can just have them at this point.” She said. I put the skirt on and then the sandals. Mom had gone to her room and came back with a large bag. I watched as she put a pack of wipes, two pullups, two diapers, a maxipad and a pair of panties in it. “Tell Allie and Christine you need some mascara and lip gloss while you are shopping and get one each for your room and another set for your bag, okay.” She directed. I nodded yes and took the bag from her and headed down the stair after her. “Girls, I diapered Cindy. I didn’t want another accident like happened on the last shopping trip. I also packed a bag, it has some diapers, pullups, and a maxipad in it. I also told her that she needs to get some mascara and….” Mom stopped suddenly as she finished coming down the stairs and stepped in the living room. I stepped down behind her and saw that both Leslie and Christine had a look of shock on their faces. It was when I looked over towards the door and saw that Allie was standing there and Scott was standing next to her that I understood why. “Jesus Christ. Not again. Scott what are you still doing here?” Mom exclaimed. Leslie had got up and immediately moved over to me and grabbed my arm. Allie grabbed Scott’s arm. Scott just stared at me. I realized that I had to tell him… something. I just wasn’t sure what to tell him. I pulled away from Leslie and moved towards Scott. “Can we step outside and sit on the porch?” I asked him. He didn’t answer and just followed me out the front the door. I took a seat on the front stair smoothing my skirt under me and being careful keep my legs together so no one could see up the skirt. Scott hesitated but sat next me. “I guess you heard everything my mom said?” I asked and he just nodded yes. I took a deep breath. “So… besides the girl thing… I have… well right now at least… I uh… I have to wear things because I… I uh… I accidentally wet myself if I don’t.” I figured something close to the truth was the best thing to tell him. I did have to wear protection, or I would wet myself right now. Scott stared straight ahead. “When did this start?” “About a week ago.” Again, it was pretty much the truth. “Oh… and right now you are wearing a… like a real diaper?” He glanced quickly at me. “Yes…” I didn’t elaborate. “Whatever man. That sucks that you have to do that. Hopefully the doctor can figure out what is wrong. I am going to tell Allie bye really quick and head home. Don’t worry, I will keep this secret also.” He turned and opened the door and I heard him telling Allie goodbye and saying he hoped to see her again soon. When the door closed, he bounded down the steps and yelled he would see me later over his shoulder. I stood there wondering three things. First, why I let him believe it was a medical problem and not something I liked. Two, why was I okay with him knowing I liked girl stuff but not with him knowing I liked diapers. Three, how did I feel about the fact that it was very obvious my best friend had suddenly developed a serious crush on my sister.