adventurekido

Made a slight adjustment to the flow of the story, this has evolved into a new story. So I will be closing this one out with one more part and opening up the next story in a new thread. PART 4 - Kylie Thompson woke up to the gentle sound of a mobile playing a lullaby, the notes soft and delicate as they reached her ears. For a moment, she lay still, eyes wide open, taking in the surroundings of her new environment. The room, once a normal teenage bedroom, had been transformed into a pastel-hued nursery, filled with teddy bears, dolls, and babyish decorations. The walls were adorned with cheerful animal prints and the furniture had been replaced with baby furnishings, including the large crib where she found herself. As she squirmed around in the crib, her mind still clouded with sleep, she became aware of a very wet and uncomfortable sensation around her waist. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she realized that her diaper was soaked. Panic set in as she tried to sit up, only to find that the crib's railings were too high for her to climb over. She was trapped inside, utterly helpless, just like a real baby. "M-Mom?" she called out hesitantly, but there was no response. Her heart started to race as she realized how helpless she was. Adjusting her approach, she cried out in a more babyish tone, "Mommy, mommy!" Mrs. Thompson heard her daughter's cry through the newly installed baby monitor and smiled, satisfied by Kylie's babyish behavior. She made her way to the nursery, her heart a mixture of amusement and determination. As she entered the room, Mrs. Thompson's eyes sparkled with condescension as she approached the crib. "Good morning, my soggy little baby!" she cooed, lowering the crib rail and reaching out to help Kylie to her feet. "Let's get you changed, sweetie. Can't have you sitting in that wet diaper all morning, can we?" Kylie's face turned even redder as her mother's hands guided her over to the changing table. She was laid down, and the process began. Each step was narrated by her mother in a playful and condescending tone, emphasizing the humiliation of the situation. "First, we'll undo these tapes. Oh my, someone was a very wet girl last night," Mrs. Thompson teased, pulling off the wet diaper. Kylie whimpered, squirming under her mother's gaze. "Stay still, sweetie. Now, we'll wipe you clean," Mrs. Thompson continued, her hands deftly maneuvering a baby wipe across Kylie's skin. "Then, a little lotion to keep that baby-soft skin nice and smooth." Kylie's breath hitched as the cool lotion was applied, her mother's hands gentle yet firm. The scent of baby powder filled the air as her mother sprinkled it over her, a cloud of white puffing up around her. "And now, the fresh new diaper!" Mrs. Thompson announced, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she taped the clean diaper around Kylie's waist. "There you go, all clean and dry, just like a good little baby should be." Kylie's embarrassment was complete, yet she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement as well. She was living out her deepest desires, even if it was under the stern and teasing gaze of her mother. Next came the task of picking out Kylie's outfit for the day. Much to her dismay, Mrs. Thompson settled on a pair of skirtalls with a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt and little Velcro shoes with frilly socks. "You'll look absolutely adorable in this, my little one," her mother said, her voice laced with amusement. Kylie's protest was met with a stern look. "Big girls don't get to choose what they wear, sweetie. That's Mommy's job," Mrs. Thompson said, her tone both sweet and condescending. Breakfast was another trial for Kylie. Seated in her high chair, she squirmed as her mother fussed over her, showering her with baby talk and teasing comments. The sight of a big bowl of oatmeal, filled with high fiber ingredients, made her stomach turn. "Open wide, baby girl," Mrs. Thompson cooed, spooning a mouthful of oatmeal towards Kylie's lips. "I can feed myself," Kylie protested, but her mother was unrelenting. "Oh, no you can't, sweetie. Babies need to be fed, don't they?" Mrs. Thompson insisted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now open up, or Mommy will have to make airplane noises." Kylie's father, watching the ordeal with amusement, chuckled at his wife's antics. The room was filled with the sounds of playful teasing and Kylie's embarrassed whimpers. After some more playful feeding, Mrs. Thompson wiped Kylie’s face and then put paw patrol on for the television and got another bottle out of the fridge “Now be good, drink your whole baba and watch your little show for the next few minutes while mommy gets somethings done and makes a phone call.” Kylie nodded sheepishly and began to suck on her bottle. She slowly became entranced by the colorful characters of Paw Patrol dancing across the television screen as she mindlessly nursed her adult baby bottle. Her mother bustled around the kitchen, multitasking with ease as she prepped for the day and took a few urgent work calls. The lively tunes from the TV show filled the room as Kylie's father gave both his wife and daughter a kiss on the cheek, making his way out the door. A sudden, intense pressure in Kylie's stomach jolted her attention away from the screen. She squirmed in her chair, anxiety rising within her. "Mom! Mom, I need you!" she called out, only to be met with a dismissive wave from her mother, who was engrossed in a phone conversation. The pressure grew unbearable, she clenched and tried to free herself of the confines of her chair as she struggled to prevent the inevitable. Suddenly with a mixture of shock and humiliation, Kylie lost control, lifted herself up slightly and felt a massive load of mush escape her quickly filling up the back of her diaper. Defeated and horribly embarrassed she let herself down into the chair slowly feeling the contents of her mess spread out beneath her. Her cheeks flushed beet red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she continued to nurse her bottle, confined to her high chair. Mrs. Thompson, becoming aware of the time, hastily ended her call. She approached Kylie, and the unpleasant smell hit her instantly. "Oh my, someone couldn't wait!" she exclaimed, a playful tease lacing her voice, though her eyes revealed a hint of annoyance. "I'm afraid there's no time for a change, sweetie. Ms. Daisy will have to take care of that stinky bottom." Kylie's voice caught in a whine, her embarrassment turning to desperation. "But Mommy, please change me! I don't wanna go like this!" Her mother's response was firm, condescending, and pragmatic. She popped a pacifier into Kylie's mouth, silencing her protests. "You wanted to be a baby, my dear. Babies don't get to choose when they get changed. Now, let's get you to daycare, stinky butt." The playful sarcasm in her voice did little to ease Kylie's distress. The journey to the car was a humiliating blur for Kylie. Strapped into her car seat, her mother making sure to tighten the straps between her messy diaper, she was acutely aware of every sensation. Her mother rolled down the windows, laughing as she playfully teased Kylie about the smell. "Whew! You sure are a stinky one today!" Arriving at daycare, Mrs. Thompson carried Kylie's diaper bag, her steps brisk as she led her daughter inside. Apologizing to Ms. Daisy, the sweet and playful daycare teacher, she explained the rush and Kylie's messy state. The grown-ups' laughter filled the room as they joked about the situation, Kylie's cheeks burning with embarrassment as she stood there, the reality of her babyish state settling in. Mrs. Thompson leaned down to Kylie, her playful smile belying the stern undertone. "Now, be a good girl for Ms. Daisy, and don't give them too much trouble today, my little stinker," she cooed, patting Kylie's diaper and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Her teasing words were laced with a condescending air, and she shot Ms. Daisy a knowing glance. Ms. Daisy's eyes twinkled with gentle mockery as she responded, "Oh, don't you worry! We'll take good care of this little one. Won't we, Kylie-bear?" Her tone was sweet, yet there was an underlying hint of reprimand, acknowledging Kylie's unusual behavior. With that, Mrs. Thompson departed, leaving Kylie with Ms. Daisy and her assistant, Ms. Emily. Ms. Daisy turned to Ms. Emily, her voice dropping slightly, "Could you please take care of Kylie's diaper while I greet the others?" Ms. Emily's eyebrows shot up, surprised by the request. "Her diaper? Isn't she a bit old for..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at Kylie, a puzzled frown on her face. "Oh, you haven't heard?" Ms. Daisy's voice was gentle but firm. "Kylie's been having some trouble being a big girl lately. She needs a little bit of extra attention, just think of her like a big baby” She offered an encouraging smile, though her eyes held a hint of annoyance. Kylie felt her cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding her as Ms. Emily took her by the hand and led her toward the changing area. The changing table was clearly designed for much younger children, and Kylie's feet stuck out over the edge, drawing a joking comment from Ms. Emily, "My, my, aren't we getting far too big for diapers?" The diaper change that followed was an agonizing ordeal for Kylie. Ms. Emily's playful commentary, describing each motion and showering her with condescending baby talk, only added to her humiliation. "Aww, someone's a messy little baby isn’t she, doesn’t look like you’re anywhere near ready for potty training… oh well maybe one day, let's get you all cleaned up and into a new baby diaper before you have another accident,” Ms. Emily cooed with a slight air of condescension, removing the soiled diaper and beginning the large task of wiping Kylie’s messy bottom. Kylie couldn't help but protest, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm not a baby! I can use the potty!" Ms. Emily's response was dismissive, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "Well, big girls don't mess their diapers. Now hold still, little one." She deftly applied baby powder, fastened the fresh diaper, and helped Kylie back to the floor. Kylie's initial instinct was to head for the play area, but Ms. Emily's firm grip stopped her. "Not so fast, young lady. The playpen is for you until you show us you can be a big girl." Despite Kylie's protests, Ms. Emily guided her to the playpen, handed her a rattle, and popped her pacifier back in her mouth. "Be good until class starts," she said, her voice edged with a hint of frustration. Kylie's world seemed to shrink as she sat in the playpen, surrounded by toys meant for babies. The humiliation, the teasing, and the condescension from the adults weighed heavily on her. Yet, beneath it all, a spark of determination ignited. She would show them that she could be a big girl. As she shook the rattle, a hollow sound that echoed her own feelings, she watched the other children arrive for class, each one blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil. She couldn't escape the realization that she had put herself in this position, and now she had to find a way out. The next few minutes passed slowly and Kylie was relieved when Ms. Daisy opened the baby gate of the playpen, beckoning the other small children and Kylie to come out. Kylie stood up while several of the children crawled toward the center of the room. Immediately realizing how much she stood out. As the children settled down, Ms. Daisy clapped her hands, signaling the start of circle time. "Alright little ones, gather around! Let's start our day with a song!" Her voice was melodic and inviting, yet held a hint of authority that ensured even the most restless of toddlers listened. Kylie sat cross-legged at the outer edge of the circle, feeling out of place. She felt the weight of the eyes on her - a mixture of innocent curiosity from the kids and hidden judgment from the adults. Ms. Daisy led the group in a series of familiar nursery rhymes. While the other children joyfully sang along, clapping and swaying, Kylie tried to keep a low profile, mouthing the words half-heartedly. Next came arts and crafts, an activity Kylie used to love. Today, they were painting simple shapes onto large sheets of paper. With a palette of vibrant colors before her, Kylie tried to lose herself in the activity. But her attempt at creating art was interrupted when she accidentally knocked over a jar of blue paint. The liquid spread rapidly, creating a puddle that seeped through her drawing and splashed onto her clothes. "Oh dear, look at this mess!" Ms. Emily exclaimed, rushing over with a towel. She seemed flustered, her annoyance evident. "You have to be careful, sweetie. Perhaps we’ll just stick with crayons next time.” Her comment drew snickers from some of the older kids, deepening Kylie's embarrassment. Before Kylie could clean herself up, it was snack time. The room was filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and juice boxes. But when Ms. Daisy approached Kylie, it wasn't with a cookie. Instead, she had a baby bottle filled with milk. "Your mother left specific instructions," Ms. Daisy said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "You need your bottle." Kylie opened her mouth to protest, but Ms. Daisy was already settling into a chair, patting her lap. "Come now, Kylie. It's bottle time." Kylie felt a lump form in her throat as she made her way over, the eyes of every child in the room fixed on her. Kylie climbed up onto her lap, and before she knew it, the nipple of the bottle was pressed to her lips. Soon, it was time for outside play. The children excitedly ran out, eager to enjoy the outdoor play equipment. Kylie, still reeling from the morning's events, immediately went towards the jungle gym but was stopped by Ms. Emily. “Nuh uh uh, little miss, you need to be supervised so you can play with me and the other little ones. How about the swings!” Kylie was defeated as Ms. Emily took her by the hand, leading her towards the baby swing. "Here you go, Kylie," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "I think this swing is just perfect for you." Kylie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she was settled into the swing. Her feet stuck out awkwardly, and the seat was tight around her padded bottom, she felt so silly. Ms. Emily's face wore a thin smile as she pushed Kylie back and forth, but her eyes betrayed her annoyance. "You know, Kylie, if you show a little bit more maturity and start acting like a big girl, you can get more freedom” Ms. Emily remarked, her voice filled with playful teasing. "But since you’re acting like a baby, it’s only appropriate we treat you like one.” Kylie's humiliation grew with each word, each push of the swing. She wanted to protest, to scream that she was not a baby. But she knew that her current situation made such assertions impossible. The swing continued its back-and-forth motion, lulling Kylie into a deceptive sense of comfort. Her mind began to wander, and she allowed herself to momentarily forget her surroundings. And then, it happened. A sudden urge to pee, a sensation that caught her off guard. Panic set in as she realized what was about to occur. Her thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and desperation. She couldn't hold it; she knew she couldn't. The warmth spread through her diaper, a feeling both comforting and terrifying. Kylie's breath caught in her throat as she realized the full extent of her situation. Her diaper was not just wet; it was leaking. "Ms. Emily," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think... I think I need a change." Ms. Emily's eyes widened as she saw the dampness spreading on the swing's seat. The realization hit her, and her face twisted into a mask of frustration and disgust. "Kylie!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "Look at the mess you've made! You're far too big to be having leaky diapers, why didn’t you tell me you needed a change earlier” Tears welled in Kylie's eyes as she was helped out of the swing, the wetness running down her legs, her clothes soaked. Ms. Emily's expression was a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment as she led Kylie back inside to the changing table once again, muttering under her breath. The diaper change was slow and methodical, each movement emphasizing Kylie's babyish state Ms. Emily's patience seemed to wear thin as she undid the sodden diaper, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "This is unbelievable," she muttered, trying to clean up the mess. As she powdered and taped a fresh diaper around Kylie, her commentary became sharper. “We really need to figure out how we are going to handle your heavy accidents little lady, this is getting out of hand” After securing the fresh diaper around Kylie, Ms. Emily paused, looking down at the disheartened girl. The tears shimmering in Kylie's eyes seemed to penetrate the usual cool exterior of the daycare assistant. "Oh, dear," Ms. Emily cooed sarcastically, her voice lilting in a singsong manner. "Look at that sad little face. That won't do, will it? You look like the world's just ended! Time for some cheer-up tactics, I think." Before Kylie could react, Ms. Emily's hands were in front of her face. "Peek-a-boo!" she cooed, wiggling her fingers and hiding her face, only to pop out a moment later with a goofy expression. Kylie blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood. Ms. Emily continued, each peek-a-boo accompanied by an even sillier face than the last. Seeing a slight curve of Kylie's lips, Ms. Emily seized the moment. "There's a hint of a smile! But I think we can do better than that." Swiftly, her fingers danced along Kylie's sides, eliciting a startled giggle from the girl. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Ms. Emily chanted, her voice dripping with playful condescension. Kylie's protests and laughter melded together as she squirmed beneath Ms. Emily's relentless fingers. Drawing her face close to Kylie's stomach, Ms. Emily suddenly blew a loud raspberry, making a ridiculous sound. Kylie's laughter echoed in the room, genuine and free. "There's the big smile we wanted," Ms. Emily said, pulling back and looking smug. "See? There's always a way to turn a frown upside down." Kylie, still catching her breath from laughing, looked at Ms. Emily with a mix of gratitude and exasperation. "Thank you," she murmured, "I think." "There we go," Ms. Emily smirked, continuing her tickling assault. "Can't have our big baby looking so glum, can we?" Lifting Kylie from the table, Ms. Emily gave her a gentle pat on the back. "Now, let's get you back out there, shall we? No more tears, okay?" Kylie nodded, her spirit somewhat lifted, but the weight of the day still pressing on her shoulders. As they moved back outside, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at Ms. Emily, appreciating the brief moment of genuine kindness in the midst of their bizarre dynamic. Once back outside, Kylie was directed towards the sandbox. "You can play here," Ms. Emily said, her voice devoid of warmth. "I don't think you can make much of a mess with sand." Kylie's mindlessly began to move some toys around in the box as she watched Emily move back toward the swings to wipe up the mess. LUNCHTIME The daycare center was abuzz with the cheerful chatter of children as lunchtime approached. Tables were set, plates filled with a delightful assortment of foods that appealed to all ages. Kylie was led to a table with children her own age but was stopped by Ms. Daisy, who handed her a tray separate from the others. "Here you go, sweetie," Ms. Daisy said, her voice tinged with feigned concern. "I've made sure to include some baby food just for you, since your mom insists." Kylie's face turned beet red as she took the tray. Among the regular meal items lay a small jar of baby food and a colorful plastic spoon. The other children glanced at her tray, their eyes widening, some of them snickering. She picked at her food, the baby food jar an unwanted reminder of her current predicament. The other children carried on with their meals, occasionally casting curious glances in her direction. Kylie wished she could just vanish, to be free from the prying eyes and the unspoken judgments. Eventually, Ms. Emily came over, her expression a mixture of annoyance and sympathy. "Come on, Kylie, you need to eat your baby food too. It's good for you." Kylie's cheeks flushed even deeper as Ms. Emily scooped up a spoonful of the mushy substance and held it to her lips. She wanted to refuse, to shout that she was not a baby, but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead, she opened her mouth, letting Ms. Emily feed her. "There, that's not so bad, is it?" Ms. Emily said, though her eyes betrayed her reluctance. Kylie could only nod, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes. She felt trapped, unable to escape the demeaning treatment, yet powerless to change it. Lunchtime finally ended, a welcome respite for Kylie. The next activity was storytime, a beloved tradition at the daycare center. The children gathered around as Ms. Daisy took her seat, a colorful picture book in hand. "Today, we're going to read a lovely story about a little duckling," Ms. Daisy announced, her eyes twinkling. "And I think Kylie here should help us with the quacking sounds. What do you say, Kylie?" The room filled with giggles as Kylie's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She wanted to refuse, to say no, but the expectant eyes of Ms. Daisy and the amused smiles of the other children were too much to bear. "Quack, quack," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "Louder, Kylie! You can do better than that!" Ms. Daisy encouraged, her voice filled with false cheer. "Quack, quack!" Kylie repeated, louder this time, each word a stab at her dignity. The story continued, with Kylie providing the quacking sounds at Ms. Daisy's prompting. The other children joined in, laughing and clapping, but for Kylie, it was a painful exercise in humiliation. Once the story ended, it was time for the afternoon nap. The younger children were settled into their cribs, while the older ones spread out on mats. Kylie, however, was led to the playpen by Ms. Emily. "We've prepared a special place for you," Ms. Emily said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Since the cribs are too small, and you're still not a big girl." Kylie climbed into the playpen, her heart heavy. She was given a baby blanket and a soft plush toy. The playpen's bars seemed to mock her, a physical manifestation of her imprisonment in this infantile role. Ms. Daisy approached, a bottle in hand. "Your mom left specific instructions for a bottle before your nap," she said, her tone sweet but laced with condescension. "I think Ms. Emily should do the honors." Ms. Emily took the bottle, her face betraying her frustration. She sat beside the playpen, holding the bottle to Kylie's lips. Kylie could see the other children watching, their eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. She sucked on the bottle, tears streaming down her face, each gulp a reminder of her shame. Ms. Emily's hand was gentle, but her eyes were cold, her mind clearly elsewhere. Finally, the bottle was empty, and Kylie was left to settle into her nap. The onesie she had been changed into was snug and childish, a symbol of her forced regression. As sleep overtook her, Kylie's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. Anger, shame, humiliation – they all mingled, leaving her feeling lost and alone. The events of the day played over and over in her mind, a relentless reminder of her current reality. Kylie's peaceful slumber was shattered by a sudden, unwelcome sensation. A rumbly tummy, an urgent pressure building within her. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself disoriented, still within the confines of the playpen, the soft lullabies playing overhead. Panic and realization set in simultaneously. She was trapped, and her body was betraying her, demanding release. Her mind raced, her thoughts a frantic whirl of confusion and fear. "No, no, no," she whispered to herself, clenching her fists. "I can't. Not here, not now." But her body would not listen, the pressure growing, the discomfort mounting. She squirmed, trying to find a position that would alleviate the sensation, but it only grew worse. She glanced around, hoping, praying that no one would notice. The other children were still sleeping, their faces peaceful, their breaths steady. Ms. Emily was nowhere to be seen, probably tending to other duties. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the relentless push of her body. She fought it, her entire being focused on resisting, on holding back. But it was a losing battle, a struggle she could not win. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the inevitability of her situation. She had to let go, had to give in. But the shame, the humiliation, it was too much to bear. She moved into a squatted position, her face contorted in a mix of concentration and despair. Her inner monologue was a constant stream of self-reassurances and desperate pleas. "It's okay, it's okay," she told herself, her voice trembling. "No one will know. I'll be quiet. It'll be over soon." The pressure reached its peak, and with a soft grunt, she let go. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, the messy diaper expanding, the uncomfortable feeling spreading. She whimpered, her entire body shuddering. The relief was overshadowed by the embarrassment, the realization that she had just messed herself like a baby, in full view of anyone who might look. She sat back down into her mess, the onesie tightening, the diaper struggling to contain its contents. And then, the worst happened. A blowout, the mess escaping the confines of the diaper, spreading within the onesie. Her breath caught in her throat, a sob escaping her lips. She had never felt so humiliated, so utterly defeated. The door creaked open, and Ms. Emily's voice broke the silence. "Alright, little ones, time to wake up from your naps." Kylie's heart stopped, the terror of discovery washing over her. She looked up, her eyes wide, her face pale. Ms. Emily's eyes met hers, and then, the realization. Her face twisted in slight disgust, her voice rising in slight playful frustration "Kylie…. Did you make a poopy diaper?” She said quite loudly in a matter of fact way Kylie could only whimper, tears streaming down her face, her body frozen in place. "Oh, you poor thing," Ms. Emily said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." The other children were stirring now, their curious eyes turning to Kylie, their noses wrinkling at the smell. Ms. Emily's hands were firm but gentle as she guided Kylie from the playpen, her face a mask of controlled annoyance. "I can't believe how many diapers this girl is going through” she muttered, more to herself than to Kylie as she took her to the changing table…

Apologies for the delay in the update, I've been very busy the last few weeks. This initial story has roughly 3 more parts and then will evolve into a new story with Kylie and a character that will be introduced in the next installment. I hope everyone is enjoying this story and is looking forward to more... I have to say the part after this I really really like a lot. PICK UP TIME As Kylie stood there, her freshly changed diaper crinkling softly beneath her, she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning around, she saw her mother standing at the entrance of the daycare center, a mix of surprise and amusement evident on her face. Kylie's heart skipped a beat, a wave of both embarrassment and relief washing over her. “Well well well, look at you Kylie, what on earth happened today?" her mother exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her voice. She walked closer, taking in the sight of Kylie standing there with her diapered bottom on display, a pacifier clipped to her collar. Kylie's cheeks flushed with a mixture of humiliation and a strange sense of cuteness. Ms. Lily and Ms. Daisy welcomed Kylie's mother, explaining the situation with a mix of affection and amusement. "Oh, Mrs. Thompson, Kylie had quite the messy accident this morning, per our earlier discussion we thought it best to have her in the daycare for the rest of the day," Ms. Daisy explained, her voice laced with a touch of condescension. “Frankly.” She continued, “Kylie fit in quite well with us, I was a bit surprised how many diapers she went through, I think she might have little tummy bug or ate something that didn’t agree with her. Mrs. Thompson chuckled, shaking her head playfully. "Well, it looks like my little princess isn’t quite ready to keep up with the big kids, is she?" She glanced at Kylie, a twinkle in her eye. "I have to admit, she does look absolutely adorable just in her little diapers like this, albeit I was hopeful she’d be beyond this at her age.” Kylie's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. She couldn't help but feel like a helpless baby in this moment, exposed to the playful teasing of her mother and the daycare staff. She glanced down at the new diaper chart in Ms. Daisy's hands, the evidence of her numerous changes throughout the day. Each mark on the chart seemed to deepen her sense of humiliation. “Well they all grow up at their own pace, and you know I think its pretty special to get to enjoy her being a little girl just a little longer.” Ms. Daisy says with a playful wink. Mrs. Thompson turned her attention to Ms. Daisy, her voice filled with mock concern. "Thank you for taking care of her today, Ms. Daisy. I hope she hasn't been too much trouble with all those messy diapers. Looks like we'll need to bring in some extra supplies for the future - I think we’ll keep her in the Daycare room for the foreseeable future until she shows she is at least mature enough to start asking for the potty.” She couldn't help but tease, her words dripping with playful sarcasm as she lent a playful wink to Ms. Daisy. Kylie's face grew even redder, her eyes downcast as she overheard the discussion. She felt like a spectacle, a helpless baby who couldn't even control her bodily functions. The weight of her own helplessness settled heavily on her shoulders, a mix of shame and a strange sense of surrender. As her mother took her hand and led her towards the exit, she leaned closer to Kylie, her tone still pleasant but somewhat condescending. "Well, my little baby, it seems you've had quite the eventful day, let’s go home shall we” She stretched out her hand and Kylie took her mothers hand as she was lead out of the lobby in her little toddler attire. They reached Mrs. Thompson's car, and to Kylie's surprise, her mother opened the back door to reveal a large car seat waiting for her. Kylie furrowed her brows, questioning the need for it. Her mother simply smiled, sticking a pacifier into Kylie's mouth before answering. "Oh, sweetie, that's just one of the surprises in store for you today. You'll see. Now, be a good girl and hop into your car seat.” With a mix of embarrassment and apprehension, she climbed into the car seat, the soft padding enveloping her, the pacifier in her mouth a constant reminder of her altered role. The seat hugged her hips tightly, evidence of the fact that she was slightly too big for it and as the restraints came up from underneath her crotch she felt a wave of helplessness wash over her as she was strapped in. Her mother fastened the seatbelt securely, her voice dripped with gentle condescension. "There we go, my little baby, all snug and secure. Get ready, Kylie, because today is going to be full of surprises. Just remember, Mommy knows best." She closed the door with a soft click, leaving Kylie in the back seat, her mind buzzing with a mix of emotions and anticipation. As the car pulled away from the daycare center, Kylie couldn't help but surrender to the unknown. She was stepping deeper into a world she never imagined she would explore, guided by her mother's gentle yet teasing hand. With each passing moment, she found herself embracing the embarrassment, the excitement, and the journey that lay ahead. NEW ROOM: A mere ten minute drive and they were pulling into the driveway at home. Her embarrassment was furthered when she tried to undo her seatbelt only to realize that she couldn’t reach the release located on the side of the carseat, her mother coming around the side door seeing her struggle, “Oh no honey, this is for mommy to get you out, I don’t want you trying that again when you are in you carseat of highchair or anywhere I put you, you stay until l decide otherwise” she said in a stern condescending tone. As Kylie and her mother entered their house, Kylie couldn't help but notice the chaotic scene in the living room. Boxes were scattered around, and packing supplies were strewn across the floor. She furrowed her brow, curiosity mingled with a hint of trepidation. What was going on? Her mother turned to her with a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Kylie, my little baby girl, I have a surprise for you upstairs. Why don’t you run along now and go to your room.” Her voice dripped with playful condescension, fueling Kylie's mix of anticipation and embarrassment. Heart pounding with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, Kylie rushed up the stairs, her tiny footsteps echoing through the hallway. As she reached the door to her bedroom, she hesitated for a moment, wondering what awaited her on the other side. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her eyes widened, taking in the complete transformation of her room. The walls were painted in pastel hues, adorned with colorful decals of playful animals and cartoon characters. A large crib stood against one wall, complete with soft bedding and a mobile hanging above. A changing table stood nearby, stocked with diapers, wipes, and powders. On the other side of the room, a cozy corner was set up with a small playpen filled with stuffed animals and toys. Kylie's heart raced as a mix of excitement and embarrassment flooded her senses. She had secretly desired a space that embraced her regression, a haven where she could embrace her babyish desires. But now, faced with the reality of a fully equipped nursery, she couldn't help but feel a pang of trepidation. It was one thing to indulge in occasional regression play, but to be confined to a space that screamed babyhood felt like a loss of control over her own life. Her mother entered the room, a smile playing on her lips as she observed Kylie's stunned expression. "Well, my little princess, do you like your new nursery?" Her voice held a mix of satisfaction and condescension, relishing in the power she held over Kylie's desires. Kylie's eyes darted around the room, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She appreciated the effort her mother had put into creating this space for her, but the reality of it was overwhelming. She approached her mother, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and unease. "Thank you, Mom, but it's...it's a bit too extreme, don't you think? I mean, I like pretending to be a baby sometimes, but this...this feels like too much.” Her mother's smile didn't waver as she gently dismissed Kylie's concerns. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry. This is what you wanted, isn't it? I'm simply providing an environment that meets the needs of your actions. Since you show no signs of growing up anytime soon, I figured it made sense to set your room up so we can probably take care of you” Kylie bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She had yearned for a space that allowed her to explore her regression, but now that it was a reality, she couldn't help but question the implications. She was torn between her desire to indulge in her babyish fantasies and the fear of losing her autonomy. Kylie sighed, her conflicting emotions slowly settling within her. She couldn't deny the allure of the nursery, the way it catered to her hidden desires and offered an escape from the pressures of adulthood. It was a chance to let go of responsibilities and embrace the carefree innocence of infancy. Her mother playfully grabbed Kylie’s pacifier bringing it to her lips with a playful glint in her eyes. "Now, my darling baby, let's check that diaper of yours and get you ready for playtime.” Kylie took the pacifier hesitantly. She couldn't deny the excitement that simmered within her, the thrill of surrendering control and embracing her regression. As Kylie's mother checked her diaper, Kylie couldn't help but flinch at the abrupt and teasing way her mother handled the diaper check. "Already wet, my little baby?" Her mother cooed with a playful grin. "Looks like you're getting the hang of being a real baby girl.” Kylie blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as her mother pointed out her wet diaper. It was true; she had already wet herself without even realizing it. The feeling of helplessness and surrender to her body's needs only fueled her regression fantasies further. Her mother's eyes twinkled mischievously as she clapped her hands. “Looks like we get to put your new changing table to good use!" With that, she led Kylie over to the changing table, which was adorned with soft pastel-colored padding and adorned with cute baby animal decals. It was a clear sign that this nursery was designed for a baby, and the thought of being changed on it sent both shivers of excitement and a pang of humiliation down Kylie's spine. As her mother undressed her, Kylie couldn't help but take in the full scene of her nursery. The walls were decorated with whimsical patterns and pictures of adorable animals. Shelves were filled with baby toys, plushies, and colorful books. A large crib stood in one corner, waiting to cradle her during naptime. It was a nursery fit for an adult baby, and Kylie couldn't help but feel both drawn to and overwhelmed by the babyish atmosphere. Her mother's teasing voice brought her back to the present moment. "My little baby girl has such a cute nursery now, doesn't she?" Her fingers tickled Kylie's tummy, eliciting a giggle from her. "You're going to love all the little things I got for you.” As her mother expertly changed her diaper, Kylie squirmed a little at the now familiar feeling of being cleaned and powdered like a baby. Her mother's gentle yet condescending manner made her feel both cared for and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like a helpless little girl, even if it came with a dose of embarrassment. "There we go, all fresh and dry," her mother announced with a smile as she fastened the new diaper around Kylie's waist. Kylie couldn't help but notice the cute babyish designs on the diapers, each one adorned with adorable patterns and characters. It was another reminder of her new status as a baby girl. With the diaper secure, her mother brought out a stack of onesies and baby rompers she had bought for Kylie. "I got you some new clothes too, my little one. Let's see what we have here." She held up a pink onesie with a cute cartoon bear on it. "Isn't this adorable?” Kylie nodded with a blush, feeling a mix of excitement and self-consciousness at the thought of wearing such babyish outfits. Her mother continued to show her different onesies, each one more babyish and adorable than the last. After trying on a few different outfits, her mother finally settled on a cute sundress with frills and ribbons. "This one is perfect for my little princess," her mother said, beaming with pride. Once Kylie was dressed in her new outfit, her mother led her over to the cozy corner of the room, where the playpen and toys were. "Here's your special play area, sweetie," her mother said. "You can play nicely here while mommy takes care of some things.” Kylie's eyes scanned the toys in the playpen, but disappointment washed over her as she noticed they were all baby toys – rattles, soft blocks, and plushies. Where were her video games, her books, her iPad? She looked up at her mother with a pout. "Can I have my iPad, please?” Her mother's response was firm. "Oh, sweetie, the iPad is not for babies. You have plenty of baby toys to play with here. Be a good girl and enjoy your playtime.” With a sigh, Kylie resigned herself to her fate, sitting in the playpen and reaching for a soft rattle. Her mother watched her for a moment, a mix of amusement and affection in her eyes. "You look so cute playing with your baby toys, my little one. Don't worry; you'll get used to it in no time.” And with that, her mother left her to play in her nursery, surrounded by babyish things that she was both embarrassed and excited to indulge in. As Kylie explored her new surroundings, a mix of emotions swirled within her. She couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like a baby, but at the same time, she felt a twinge of embarrassment at the loss of her independence and the surrender of her adult identity. Yet, there was a part of her that relished in the carefree innocence of infancy, the freedom to be vulnerable and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood. AN UNEXPECTED VISIT In the cozy corner of her nursery, Kylie allowed herself to embrace her regression fully, losing herself in the world of baby toys and plushies, content to be the little girl she had secretly longed to be. As Kylie sat in her playpen, engrossed in her coloring book, she tried to lose herself in the simple joy of the activity. The crayons felt comforting in her hand, and the act of coloring brought a sense of normalcy amidst the babyish surroundings. She was starting to feel a bit more at ease, forgetting the embarrassing reality of her regression fantasies. Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice downstairs, greeting someone at the front door. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the voice of her Aunt Mary and her cousin Daniele. Panic washed over her as she realized that they were about to see her in this humiliating and vulnerable state. Her mother appeared at the nursery door, accompanied by Aunt Mary and Daniele. "Look who's here to visit, Kylie!" her mother said with a playful smile, clearly enjoying the situation. Aunt Mary gasped as she looked at Kylie in the playpen. "Oh my goodness, she looks absolutely adorable! What a cute little baby you have here!" She approached the playpen, cooing at Kylie and running her fingers through Kylie's hair. Kylie blushed deeply, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Um, hi Aunt Mary," she mumbled, not quite sure how to handle the situation. Daniele, on the other hand, didn't hold back. "Wow, look at you, Kylie! You're like a real-life baby doll! This is so weird, what the heck in the work is this” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Kylie's humiliation only intensified as her cousin made fun of her. She wanted to protest, to tell them that this was just a game, but she found herself at a loss for words. Her mother had warned her that she would have to play the part of a baby girl, and now she was trapped in this humiliating role with her family witnessing it all. Her mother chuckled. "Kylie wanted to experience what it's like to be a baby, so we decided to have a little fun with it. Isn't she just precious?” Aunt Mary nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, she absolutely is!" she repeated, not realizing the deep impact her words had on Kylie's sense of dignity. Her mother turned to Daniele. "Daniele, why don't you keep Kylie company and play with her in the nursery? We need to prepare dinner, and it'll give you two a chance to catch up.” Daniele sighed dramatically, but she complied. “Fine… I mean you all should probably be paying me for babysitting, but I guess I’ll play with my “little” cousin so she doesn’t get into trouble or get sad” She rolled her eyes at Kylie, making it clear that she found the whole situation absurd. With her mother and aunt out of the room, Kylie was left alone with her cousin, feeling like a helpless baby being mocked by a teenager. Daniele sauntered over to the playpen, looking down at Kylie with a smirk. "Well, well, well, look at the baby of the family," she taunted. "Aren't you just adorable in your little playpen?” Kylie tried to maintain some semblance of dignity. "It's not what you think," she protested weakly. "I just wanted to try it out for fun.” Daniele chuckled. "Sure, sure, whatever you say. But you can't deny that you look hilarious like this." She reached into the playpen and grabbed one of the stuffed animals, holding it up to Kylie's face. "Look, it's your new baby friend!” Kylie's face flushed with embarrassment as she played along, pretending to interact with the stuffed animal like a real baby. Daniele laughed, clearly amused by her cousin's predicament. "Oh, this is too good," Daniele said, teasingly patting Kylie's diapered bottom. "Looks like someone's got quite the full diaper too!” Kylie squirmed, mortified by her cousin's teasing. "Stop it, Daniele! It's not funny!" Daniele raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's definitely funny. You wanted to be treated like a baby, and now you're getting your wish. Enjoy!” As the afternoon wore on, Daniele made sure to keep Kylie engaged in the most infantile activities possible. She pulled out baby toys and rattles, encouraging Kylie to play with them and cooing at her in baby talk. The more Kylie resisted, the more her cousin seemed to enjoy teasing her. "Aw, does the little baby want her pacifier?" Daniele mocked, dangling a pacifier in front of Kylie's face. "Here, have your binky, baby girl!” Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation as she reluctantly accepted the pacifier, knowing that it was all part of the game her mother had set up. She tried to remind herself that it was just temporary, but the reality of being treated like a helpless baby by her own cousin was overwhelming. When her mother and Aunt Mary returned to the room, Kylie was more than relieved. She quickly discarded the pacifier, not wanting to give Daniele any more ammunition for teasing. "Did you two have fun playing together?" her mother asked, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, tons of fun," Daniele replied with a smirk. "Kylie makes quite the convincing baby.” Kylie's mother chuckled. "I'm sure she does. Well, dinner is ready, so let's all head downstairs." As they made their way to the dining room, Kylie couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and resentment. She had willingly indulged in her regression fantasies, but now that her family was in on the act, it felt like a whole new level of humiliation. As she sat down at the table, surrounded by her amused family, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer this babyish charade would last and what other surprises her mother had in store for her. DINNER TIME After the awkward playtime with her cousin in the nursery, Kylie was directed to her embarrassing high chair for dinner. She couldn't help but feel like a helpless baby being strapped into the contraption. Daniele was quick to mock her, making exaggerated baby noises and pretending to spoon-feed her. "Here comes the airplane! Open wide, baby Kylie!" Daniele teased, making airplane sounds as she pretended to feed Kylie. Kylie's face turned crimson with embarrassment, but she had no choice but to play along. Her mother placed a bib around her neck, complete with a babyish design, and handed her a bottle to keep her busy. "Here, sweetie, have your bottle while we get everything situated," her mother said, placing the bottle's nipple in Kylie's mouth. Kylie obediently sucked on the bottle, trying to focus on anything but the fact that she was sitting in a high chair and being treated like a baby. She glanced over at her cousin, who was smirking as she enjoyed her regular meal at the table. Throughout dinner, Kylie was given a small cut-up meal that she had to eat with her hands, making her feel even more like a helpless baby. She struggled to eat gracefully, feeling self-conscious as her cousin observed her every move. "Careful, don't make a mess," Daniele taunted, watching Kylie fumble with her food. To make matters worse, her mother decided to feed her baby food for dessert. Kylie protested, but her mother insisted, playfully pretending to be an airplane as she spoon-fed Kylie. "Yum, yum! Open wide, baby birdie!" her mother cooed. Kylie cringed, feeling like a complete and utter baby as she was fed spoonfuls of pureed baby food. As the meal went on, Kylie became increasingly fussy and messy. Her mother chuckled, finding her baby's antics amusing. "Looks like someone's getting all messy," she teased. Kylie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she tried to eat and play the part of a baby. She felt like a fool, sitting there in her high chair with baby food smeared all over her face and fingers. After dinner, her mother offered Kylie another warm bottle of milk, but Kylie declined. "I don't want any more," she protested. "Aw, come on, baby Kylie. Just a little more milk for you," her mother cooed, trying to coax her into drinking from the bottle. Kylie reluctantly accepted the bottle, feeling like a baby being pacified. She sucked on the bottle, trying to ignore the fact that her aunt and cousin were enjoying warm chocolate cake while she was stuck with a baby's bottle. As she drank her milk, Kylie felt a rumble in her tummy. "Mom, can I be let out of this high chair? I need to use the bathroom," she said, hoping to escape the humiliating situation. Her mother glanced at her with a playful smile. "Just be patient, sweetie. We'll finish up here soon," she said. Kylie tried to wait patiently, but the pressure in her tummy became unbearable. She squirmed in her high chair, feeling like she was about to have an accident. "Mom, I really need to go!" she pleaded. "Just a few more minutes, baby. Everyone else needs to finish their meal," her mother replied. But Kylie couldn't hold it any longer. The pressure in her tummy finally gave way, and she felt herself mess her diaper right there in the high chair. Her face flushed with humiliation as the smell filled the air. "Uh, what's that smell?" Daniele wrinkled her nose in disgust. Kylie's eyes filled with tears as she felt the embarrassment wash over her. "I-I had an accident," she admitted, her voice quivering. Her mother chuckled, finding the whole situation amusing. "Looks like someone made a stinky in her diaper," she teased. Just then, her father walked into the dining room, having just arrived home from work. "Hey, everyone, I'm home!" he announced. Aunt Mary turned to him with a smile. "Oh, you're just in time to witness a little tantrum from our baby Kylie," she said, gesturing toward Kylie in the high chair. Kylie's father raised an eyebrow, looking at his daughter with amusement. "Oh, really? What's the baby fussing about now?" he asked. "She just had a little accident in her diaper," her mother explained, still grinning at the situation. Kylie's tears continued to flow as she sat in the high chair, feeling utterly humiliated in front of her family. She felt like a real baby, unable to control her bodily functions and being treated like a helpless child. "Aw, baby, don't cry," her father cooed, approaching the high chair and offering her a comforting hand. "Let's get you all cleaned up.” Her mother unstrapped Kylie from the high chair, and her father lifted her into his arms. He gave her a gentle pat on her diapered bottom, soothing her as he carried her up to her nursery. Once in the nursery, Kylie's father placed her on the changing table and began to clean her up. Her Aunt Mary followed them into the room, shaking her head at the sight. "Looks like our little baby needs a bath after that messy diaper," Aunt Mary said, taking charge of the situation. Kylie's father chuckled. "You're right. I'll take care of the diaper, and you can handle the bath," he said, passing the baton to his sister. Kylie sniffled, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable as she was cleaned up by her aunt. Aunt Mary was surprisingly gentle and understanding, even though she had been teasing Kylie earlier. "There, there, sweetie. It's okay. We all have accidents sometimes," Aunt Mary said, trying to comfort Kylie. Once her diaper was changed and her tummy was cleaned up, Aunt Mary helped Kylie into the bathtub. The warm water was soothing, and Kylie felt a sense of relief as she relaxed in the tub. Her aunt gently washed her hair and body, treating her with the care of a baby. "You know, you really do look adorable as a little baby," Aunt Mary said with a smile. Kylie blushed but appreciated the kindness behind her aunt's words. "Thanks, Aunt Mary," she mumbled, feeling a bit more at ease. After the bath, Aunt Mary helped Kylie put on a fresh diaper and a cute pair of baby pajamas. "There, now you're all clean and cozy," she said, giving Kylie a pat on her diapered bottom. Kylie's father returned to the nursery, looking pleased to see his daughter all cleaned up. "Feeling better, baby girl?" he asked. Kylie nodded, grateful for her father's understanding and support. "Yeah, thanks, Dad," she replied. Her father scooped her up into his arms, holding her close. "Well, it's time for bed now, little one. It's been a big day for our baby girl, and tomorrow Daddy has a big surprise for you" he said with a smile. Kylie looks up at him "what is it daddy?" she says "Oh sweetie it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you right now, plus if I did I don't think you'd be able to sleep" he said with a loving and somewhat condescending tone. Kylie yawned, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. She snuggled into her father's chest, feeling safe and loved despite the embarrassing situations she had endured. As her father carried her to her crib, Aunt Mary and her mother followed, saying their goodnights. "Sleep tight, sweetie," Aunt Mary said, giving Kylie a gentle kiss on the forehead. Her mother leaned over the crib and clipped a pacifier to Kylie's collar. "Sweet dreams, baby Kylie," she said with a smile. Kylie closed her eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort as she settled into her crib. She couldn't deny that the day had been full of humiliating moments, but she also couldn't deny that there was a strange sense of fulfillment in exploring her babyish desires. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what other surprises her mother had in store for her and how long this babyish adventure would last. One thing was for sure - her life was definitely going to be a lot more interesting from now on.

Chapter 3: Demoted to Daycare As Kylie entered the daycare room, her tear-streaked face revealed the lingering effects of her embarrassing accident. Ms. Daisy led her to the changing area, a small corner of the room designated for the delicate task of diaper changes. Kylie's hand trembled as it clasped onto Ms. Daisy's, the mushy mess squishing between her legs, a constant reminder of her regression. Taking a deep breath, Kylie fought back the urge to cry further. She didn't want to appear even more like a baby in front of Ms. Daisy. The scent of baby powder and the faint rustle of plastic greeted her as she approached the changing table, its padded surface beckoning her to submit to the ultimate humiliation. Ms. Daisy maintained a sympathetic smile as she spoke in a soothing voice. "Alright, Kylie, let's get that dirty pull-up off you, shall we? You're going to be back in diapers until you show us and your mommy that you're ready for potty training.” Kylie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a mix of shame and resignation filling her thoughts. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay, Ms. Daisy.” Gently, Ms. Daisy helped Kylie onto the changing table, her delicate touch contrasting with the demeaning task at hand. Kylie laid down, feeling the cool plastic against her exposed skin, vulnerable to the gaze of anyone who entered the room. Ms. Daisy retrieved the supplies needed for the diaper change, her running commentary a constant reminder of Kylie's infantilized status. "Well, well, look at this messy little bottom. We can't have you walking around like this, can we? Let's get you nice and clean.” Kylie's face burned with humiliation as she stared up at the ceiling, her legs raised and held in place by Ms. Daisy's firm hands. She bit her lip, suppressing the mix of emotions swirling inside her—embarrassment, frustration, and a strange yearning for the validation that came with her role as a baby. The sound of wipes being pulled from the container filled the air, accompanied by the gentle swishing of the cleaning process. Kylie couldn't help but cringe with each wipe, her vulnerability magnified by the knowledge that she was being taken care of like an infant. The sensation of being thoroughly cleaned and powdered, the soft caress of the fresh diaper being pulled snugly between her legs, marked the undeniable reality of her position. Once the diaper change was complete, Ms. Daisy helped Kylie down from the changing table, her demeanor kind but tinged with a subtle condescension. Kylie stood before her, clad only in a diaper and her t-shirt, her childish appearance a stark contrast to the older children she had been among just a day ago. With a warm smile, Ms. Daisy took Kylie's hand, leading her on a tour of the daycare room. She pointed out the various play areas, explaining the differences between daycare and the preschool class Kylie had previously attended. As they moved through the room, Kylie couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The activities available in daycare seemed limited and geared towards much younger children. Ms. Daisy's voice carried a hint of gentle teasing as she spoke. "Here in daycare, we have plenty of toys for our little ones. And don't forget, if you need a diaper change, just let one of the teachers know. We'll take care of you.” Kylie's heart sank as she surveyed the Fisher-Price baby toys scattered on the floor. She realized that her days would be filled with simple, infantile play, devoid of the academic challenges and social interactions she had experienced in preschool. The realization settled heavily upon her, and for a moment, she felt a surge of resentment towards Ms. Lily for forcing her to come to Daycare. Left to free play, Kylie sat on the floor, surrounded by the baby toys that had suddenly become her sole source of amusement. She grasped a plastic rattle, shaking it half-heartedly, her mind lost in a mix of conflicting emotions. The air in the room seemed thick with condescension and the weight of her newfound role. The once-exciting adventure of embracing her "little" side now felt like a burden she was trapped within. As she sat there, her diaper crinkling with each shift of her body, Kylie began to understand the gravity of her situation. She was no longer the independent, capable girl she had been before. She was a baby, a toddler in the eyes of the world, and the road back to her former self seemed distant and uncertain. Kylie sat on the play mat, her attention drifting from one baby toy to another. The once vibrant colors and playful shapes now held little interest for her. Nervousness gnawed at her as she sucked her thumb, seeking some form of comfort amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. But her attempt to find solace was quickly interrupted by Ms. Daisy's disapproving voice. "Kylie, that's icky," Ms. Daisy chided, reaching into her pocket and producing a pacifier. She held it out to Kylie, her expression a mix of gentle concern and amusement. "Here, use this cutie, I don’t want you sticking your yucky thumb in your mouth that is dirty baby.” Kylie's face flushed with embarrassment as she reluctantly accepted the pacifier. She pressed it against her lips, the rubbery taste invading her mouth. It was a stark reminder that she was no longer in control, no longer the mature girl she had once prided herself on being. Ms. Daisy, undeterred by Kylie's lack of enthusiasm, made an effort to engage her in play. She sat behind Kylie, positioning herself as she would with any other baby, and introduced various stuffed animals and baby toys to her trying to get her to play. With exaggerated enthusiasm, she demonstrated how certain toys worked, eliciting a forced smile from Kylie and a giggle from Ms. Daisy. "Now, Kylie, let's see if you can put the shape in the hole," Ms. Daisy encouraged, holding up a shape sorter toy. Kylie's eyes widened with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. It was a task designed for babies, one she had long surpassed. But she obediently took the toy in her hands, attempting to fit the square block into the corresponding hole. Ms. Daisy's smile grew, her tone laced with amusement. "That's it, Kylie! Good job! You're such a clever little girl.” Kylie's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and frustration. She had been reduced to a little helpless baby, clumsily moving through effortless tasks to appease her caretaker. As the morning wore on, she found herself subjected to more infantile activities, from identifying animal sounds to completing simple puzzles, all under the watchful eye of Ms. Daisy. Kylie managed to find a glimmer of joy amidst the embarrassment and began to relax into the current environment. She caught sight of a boy close to her and waved at him with her stuffed bunny. “Hi I is Eric and this is my snuffles” the boy said while waving back with his little stuffed elephant. His playful spirit provided a temporary respite from her predicament and she felt relief in being able to connect with her new classmates. They engaged in some imaginative play with stuffed animals, creating a world of their own where they were heroes and princesses. But as their playtime reached its peak, the little boy suddenly paused, his face reddening. Kylie's expression shifted from delight to disgust as she realized what was happening. He was pooping himself, right in front of her. A mixture of empathy and revulsion surged through Kylie, her own embarrassment momentarily overshadowed by the uncomfortable sight. She turned to Ms. Daisy, her voice whiny and condescending. "Ms. Daisy, he's pooping! It's gross!” Ms. Daisy's laughter filled the room, her response teasing and condescending. "Well, Kylie, considering you just had a messy bottom not too long ago, I don't think you can complain too much after your stinky pants this morning. It's all part of being a little baby, isn't it?” Kylie's cheeks flushed crimson as she realized the truth in Ms. Daisy's words. She had lost the privilege of dignity, the ability to navigate the world with maturity. In daycare, she was just another baby, subjected to the messy, embarrassing realities of infancy. As lunchtime arrived, Kylie's heart sank further. She watched as the babies in daycare were placed in high chairs, their little legs dangling in anticipation of the meal to come. Too her great dismay, she saw an empty Fisher Price high chair at the end which she couldn’t help but figure was for her. “Come along honey, I got this out of storage just for you, I think it will just fit” Ms. Daisy said as she grabbed Kylie’s hand and led her over to the very babyish contraption. “Here we go darling, let’s get you all strapped in” Ms. Daisy said as she position Kylie in the seat. As the straps were tighten and the tray was clipped on Kylie couldn’t help feeling silly and even more so that she actually fit in the chair so well, with only her toes barely brushing the floor. She felt confined and helpless as she pondered on what could possible be for lunch. A bib was tied around her neck, completing her transformation into a helpless infant. Ms. Emily, the woman from the front desk, joined Ms. Daisy during feeding time, their playful banter and teasing directed at Kylie. The familiar taste of baby food filled her mouth as spoonful after spoonful was fed to her, each bite a reminder of her regressed state. Once lunchtime came to an end, Kylie's eyes widened as Ms. Daisy led her towards the sleeping area. Some babies were already in cribs, blissfully unaware of the world around them. But Kylie was deemed too big for the cribs, her place assigned to a sleeping mat within the playpen. She watched, her cheeks aflame, as a bottle was placed in her hands. The weight of it, the image of regression it conveyed, was almost too much to bear. She hesitated, her eyes flickering between the bottle and Ms. Daisy, silently pleading for a reprieve from this humiliation. But Ms. Daisy's gentle smile held no solace. "It's nap time, Kylie. Babies need their bottles before they sleep, don't they?” Resigned, Kylie brought the bottle to her lips, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She drank the warm milk, each swallow a bitter reminder of her demotion to infancy. As the room grew hushed with slumber, she lay there on the sleeping mat, the world around her reduced to the soft rhythm of breathing and the echoes of her own racing thoughts. And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder how she had arrived at this point, how her once-normal life had spiraled into this surreal existence of babyhood. The answers eluded her as she drifted into a fitful sleep, longing for a reality that seemed impossibly distant. As Kylie lay on the nap mat in the playpen, she became aware of a growing pressure in her bladder. The sensation intensified, a gentle but persistent urging that demanded her attention. She squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the need only intensified. Feeling a mixture of curiosity and surrender, Kylie hesitated for a moment, allowing herself to fully embrace the infantile nature of her current predicament. With a subtle shift in her posture, she relaxed the muscles that held back her urine, letting the warm sensation gradually wash over her. A subtle warmth spread across the padding of her diaper, seeping into its absorbent layers. She felt a peculiar mix of satisfaction and vulnerability as the familiar sensation of wetness enveloped her. It was as if a small part of her had regressed, succumbing to the simplicity of a bodily function she had long left behind. She could feel the wetness expanding, the diaper swelling slightly against her skin. The feeling was both strange and oddly comforting, a reminder of her temporary regression into a world of dependency. With each passing second, the urine soaked deeper into the padding, its warmth spreading to every crevice and fold of the diaper. Kylie closed her eyes, allowing herself to revel in the experience. She could almost envision the image of a cartoon cloud forming above her, symbolic of the wetness that now enveloped her. It was a moment of surrender, an embrace of her role as a helpless baby. But amid the surrender, a faint twinge of embarrassment tugged at her consciousness. She was simply a baby, free from the complexities that had weighed her down before. As the shame lingered, Kylie's mind danced between these conflicting emotions. She understood the irrationality of reveling in her diapered state while feeling a twinge of embarrassment. It was a delicate balance, an intricate dance between embracing her new reality and lamenting the loss of her former self. As Kylie stirred from her nap, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of Ms. Daisy leaning over her in the playpen. The soft glow of the daycare room cast a gentle light on the scene, highlighting Ms. Daisy's smiling face. Kylie couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the realization that she had wet her diaper while she slept. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Ms. Daisy greeted, her voice laced with a playful tone. "Looks like someone had quite the wet dream, huh?” Blushing at the playful remark, Kylie squirmed slightly on the nap mat. She was acutely aware of the heavy, sagging feeling of her soaked diaper. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement at Ms. Daisy's teasing. Ms. Daisy's hands moved deftly, sliding them beneath Kylie's diaper to check for wetness. Her touch was gentle but purposeful, her fingers exploring the front of the diaper to assess the extent of its saturation. Kylie couldn't help but squirm under the scrutiny, her cheeks burning with a mixture of humiliation and anticipation. "Ooh, looks like little Kylie had quite the accident," Ms. Daisy remarked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "This diaper is soaked, my little baby.” Kylie's blush deepened as she realized the extent of her wetness. She had fully embraced her role as a dependent little one, and her soaked diaper served as a visible reminder of her regression. With a playful pat on Kylie's diapered bottom, Ms. Daisy chuckled and said, "Come on, sweetie, let's get you changed. Can't have my little baby girl walking around in a soggy diaper all day, now can we?” Kylie, feeling a mix of vulnerability and anticipation, followed obediently as Ms. Daisy led her over to the changing table. The scent of baby powder and the sight of freshly unfolded diapers filled the air, creating a comforting and familiar atmosphere. Kylie couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation as she climbed up onto the table, her diapered bottom crinkling beneath her. As she settled onto the changing table, Kylie glanced up at Ms. Daisy, who stood beside her with a playful smile. The anticipation of being stripped down and cleaned up was both thrilling and embarrassing. She couldn't deny the strange allure of relinquishing control, of surrendering to the caretaking hands of someone else. Ms. Daisy's fingers deftly unfastened the tapes of Kylie's soaked diaper, causing a cool rush of air to wash over her warm, damp skin. Kylie squirmed slightly under the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and relief flooding her senses. With a gentle but firm touch, Ms. Daisy lifted Kylie's legs, wiping away the remnants of her wetness. Kylie blushed as the cold wipes made contact with her sensitive skin, their presence a constant reminder of her need for care and attention. "There we go, all clean," Ms. Daisy said, her voice soothing and comforting. "Time for a fresh diaper, my little one.” Kylie watched as Ms. Daisy unfolded a clean, fluffy diaper and positioned it beneath her. The crinkling sound filled the air, a symphony of babyish dependency. She couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of her situation, the way in which she willingly embraced this regressive role. As Ms. Daisy expertly fastened the tapes of the fresh diaper snugly around Kylie's waist, she couldn't resist one last playful comment. "There we go, all snug and dry. My little baby is ready for more adventures! Kylie blushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement swirling within her. She couldn't deny the strange thrill of being cared for in this way, of surrendering to her dependence on others. As she hopped down from the changing table, her newly changed diaper crinkling beneath her, she was filled with a renewed sense of both vulnerability and acceptance. With a pat on her crinkly bottom Ms. Daisy told her to go play nice with the others. As Kylie scanned the room in search of something to capture her attention, her eyes landed on a large baby walker tucked away in the corner. Its colorful frame and assortment of dangling toys beckoned to her curious nature. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and reluctance. After all, the baby walker was meant for infants, not for a big girl like her. Ms. Daisy, ever observant, noticed Kylie's gaze fixed on the walker and approached her with a playful smile. "Oh, Kylie, I see you’ve found our special fun baby walker. Do you want to give it a try? I bet you'd have so much fun!” Kylie's brows furrowed, a tinge of whining in her voice. "But it's for babies, Ms. Daisy. I won't fit, and it's silly.” Undeterred, Ms. Daisy crouched down to Kylie's level, her eyes filled with encouragement. "Oh, come on now, sweetie. Let's give it a try. I promise you'll enjoy it. And don't worry, I'll help you get in.” Reluctantly, Kylie allowed herself to be persuaded. She watched as Ms. Daisy positioned herself beside the baby walker, her arms extended, ready to lift her. With an unexpected strength, Ms. Daisy effortlessly hoisted Kylie up and gently placed her into the tiny seat. Kylie's eyes widened in surprise as she found herself nestled within the walker. The seat was a tight fit, her legs splayed out horizontally, but she managed to settle in, her padded bottom snug against the fabric. A mix of excitement and self-consciousness coursed through her veins. Ms. Daisy couldn't help but coo at the sight of Kylie in the baby walker. "Oh, Kylie, you look absolutely adorable! Look at those little legs sticking out. Such a cute baby girl!” Blushing at the baby talk and the attention she was receiving, Kylie squirmed slightly in her confined space. She couldn't deny the flutter of embarrassment that tingled within her, mingled with a hint of exhilaration. After all, she had willingly embraced this regression, and now she found herself experiencing it in full force. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Ms. Daisy began to push Kylie around the room, guiding the baby walker with gentle and playful nudges. Kylie's hands instinctively gripped the tray in front of her as she was propelled forward. The wheels squeaked in protest, adding a whimsical soundtrack to their impromptu adventure. "Ready, little baby? Off we go!" Ms. Daisy exclaimed, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm. Kylie's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement as she moved forward, her feet barely touching the ground. The baby walker carried her along, swaying side to side as Ms. Daisy guided her through the room. As they traversed the space, Ms. Daisy couldn't resist bouncing Kylie up and down in the walker, eliciting a cascade of giggles from the little girl. The world around her blurred as her senses became absorbed in the moment, the joy of surrendering to this infantile experience. Ms. Daisy's voice, dripping with affectionate sarcasm, intermingled with the sound of the wheels and Kylie's laughter. "Who's my bouncy baby? Yes, that's right, you are! Up and down we go!" Each bounce sent a thrill coursing through Kylie's body, a delightful mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. She couldn't deny the absurdity of her situation, the way in which she had willingly embraced her regression. Yet, in this moment, she found a strange sense of liberation, a temporary escape from the expectations and responsibilities of adulthood. As the walker came to a gentle halt, Ms. Daisy grinned down at Kylie, her eyes filled with warmth. "Well, little one, how was that? Did you have fun?” Kylie's cheeks flushed a rosy shade as she caught her breath, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah... it was... actually kind of fun," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and delight. As Kylie happily bounced in the baby walker, her stuffie held tightly in her small hands, her attention was suddenly captured by the sight of Miss Lily, her former preschool teacher. The memories of the days when she was considered a "big girl" flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment at her current predicament. Miss Lily, her eyes alight with amusement, approached Kylie with exaggerated waves and a playful smile. "Well, well, well, look who we have here! How adorable you are, I guess Daycare was the right move for you after all” she said with a hint of sarcasm Kylie's face flushed with a combination of delight and self-consciousness. She waved back, a hint of embarrassment coloring her voice. “Uhhh hi there, Miss Lily - I was just playing a little and so Ms. Daisy helped me in here.” Miss Lily's playful teasing continued as she cooed at Kylie in baby talk. “Well I think it soots you just perfectly, you look just like a little baby.” Kylie covered her face in embarrassment and Ms. Lily took it as an opportunity to continue her playful game, “Aww is Kylie shy, its okay I can play that game to - Peek-a-boo, I see you!" She covered and uncovered her eyes, adding a touch of sarcasm to her tone. Kylie couldn't help but giggle, her heart warming at the familiar banter with Miss Lily. As the giggles subsided, Miss Daisy joined them, holding a bottle in her hand. A mischievous glimmer danced in her eyes as she suggested, "Hey, Miss Lily, why don't you feed Kylie her bottle? I’m sure she is hungry” Miss Lily's laughter joined in with Miss Daisy's, the two educators sharing a playful camaraderie. "Oh, sure, I'd be delighted," she replied with a grin. Kylie's eyes widened with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as Miss Lily carefully placed the bottle to Kylie's lips, her voice laced with a teasing tone. "Now, now, Kylie, be a good girl and drink your baba. Babies need their milk, don't they?” With little recourse other than to comply Kylie nodded as she suckled on the bottle, the sweet warmth of the liquid filling her mouth. As she began to quickly guzzle the sweet liquid milk dribbled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin. Miss Lily chuckled affectionately, her voice tinged with gentleness. "Oh, my messy little baby. We'll have to wipe that milk off your chin, won't we?" She playfully dabbed at Kylie's chin with a soft cloth, her touch gentle yet filled with amusement. Miss Daisy and Miss Lily exchanged knowing glances, their giggles spilling forth. "Seems like we have quite the messy little girl here," Miss Daisy remarked with a playful wink. Kylie blushed, her cheeks burning. She couldn't deny the thrill of being the center of attention, even if it meant being the subject of gentle mockery. It was all part of the experience she had willingly embraced, a journey that demanded vulnerability and a willingness to shed her adult inhibitions. As Kylie continued to drink from the bottle, the warm liquid soothing her, a sudden cramp twisted in her tummy. Her eyes widened in surprise, her face contorting with a mix of discomfort and realization. She shifted uncomfortably in the confines of the baby walker, her stomach churning. Unable to control the inevitable, Kylie felt her diaper fill, the familiar warmth spreading between her legs. She was displeased by this new sensation, the baby walker constricting the mess and squishing against her caused the mess to fill the entirety of her diaper. Miss Lily, immediately noticed what had happened. Her eyes widened dramatically, her hand covering her nose in an exaggerated manner. "Oh my goodness, someone made a stinky!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with mock surprise. Kylie's face burned with embarrassment, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She squirmed in the baby walker, feeling both self-conscious and oddly thrilled by Miss Lily's exaggerated reaction. Miss Daisy couldn't help but join in the teasing, her laughter bubbling forth. "Well, well, Kylie, you are quite the little stinker today?” Her voice was tinged with amusement. Miss Lily, still playfully holding her nose, continued her teasing. “Well I guess its time for yet another fresh diaper isn’t? You’re just a little poopoo monster aren’t you” Her words were spoken with a lighthearted tone, but Kylie couldn't help but feel a pang of humiliation mixed with a strange sense of surrender. Miss Daisy stepped forward, her voice soothing. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up and feeling fresh again." She reached out her hand, guiding Kylie out of the baby walker and leading her towards the changing table. As they reached the changing table, Miss Lily continued her playful banter. “That is quite the smelly bottom sweetie, you are lucky Ms. Daisy is so experienced in this department” She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Kylie obediently laid down on the soft surface of the changing table, her legs raised as Miss Daisy began to remove her soiled diaper. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening her awareness of her helplessness and the intimate act taking place. Miss Lily lingered aside the changing table entertaining herself with a touch of theatrics, pretended to fan the air around her. "Phew, it's a good thing we caught that stinky diaper in time. Otherwise, everyone in the daycare would be holding their noses!" Her teasing tone filled the room, causing giggles to ripple through the air. Kylie's cheeks burned even hotter, the mixture of humiliation and excitement intensifying with each passing moment. She squirmed slightly under Miss Daisy's gentle touch, the sensation of being cleaned and powdered reminding her of her vulnerable state. As the fresh diaper was securely fastened around her waist, Kylie couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of relief and a tinge of sadness. The experience had been simultaneously embarrassing and exhilarating, reminding her of the journey she had willingly embarked upon. As she stood up from the changing table, her diaper crinkling softly, Miss Lily patted her on the back. "There we go, all fresh and clean. This is where you truly belong, isn’t little one?" Her tone held a blend of affection and teasing, underscoring the peculiar dynamic of their role-play. Kylie looked up at the two women, her eyes reflecting a complex array of emotions. She felt a sense of surrender, a willingness to embrace this infantile world.

Hi All - seems like y'all are interested. Thanks for the feedback, appreciate your thoughts. Any way - here is another piece to keep you folks engaged. As I mentioned - this is more of a stream of consciousness story, I'm not doing a lot to edit it. I have several other more curated stories that are coming soon. Glad at least some of you are getting enjoyment out of this! Facing the Music The parking lot was filled with anticipation as Ms. Lily and Kylie stood side by side, waiting for Kylie's mother to arrive. The black Lexus SUV rolled to a stop, and Mrs. Thompson stepped out, her confusion evident on her face. Her gaze shifted between Kylie and the unfamiliar woman beside her. "Kylie?" Mrs. Thompson's voice carried a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's going on? Who is this?" Kylie's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. She took a step forward, intending to approach the car, but Ms. Lily swiftly moved ahead of her, opening the back door and buckling Kylie into the seat. Kylie's eyes darted nervously between Ms. Lily and her mother, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. Ms. Lily leaned in through the open window, offering a warm smile to Mrs. Thompson. "Hello, Mrs. Thompson. I'm Ms. Lily, Kylie's pre-school teacher. I just need a few minutes of your time, if that's alright." Confusion furrowed Mrs. Thompson's brow, but she nodded cautiously. "Alright, but please make it quick. I have a busy schedule." As Ms. Lily closed the door and made her way to the front of the vehicle, Mrs. Thompson rolled down her window, her eyes fixed on the woman who seemed to hold some unexpected authority over her daughter's life. Ms. Lily, being the effervescent and talkative woman she was, began to babble on, her words tumbling out in a rush of explanations and apologies. She mentioned the potty training charts and Kylie's accidents, unaware that Mrs. Thompson had no knowledge of any of these things, as she believed her 17-year-old daughter was attending college, not a pre-school. Confusion deepened lines on Mrs. Thompson's face as she struggled to comprehend the reality Ms. Lily presented. She listened intently, her mind whirling with disbelief and frustration. When Ms. Lily suggested that Kylie might need to be placed in the daycare program until she showed readiness, Mrs. Thompson's patience reached its limit. "I'm sorry, but I think there's been some mistake here," Mrs. Thompson interjected, her voice tinged with exasperation. "My daughter is not in need of diapers or daycare. She's not a baby" Ms. Lily's expression faltered for a moment as she absorbed Mrs. Thompson's words. The realization of the misunderstanding washed over her, leaving her momentarily speechless. Regaining her composure, she stammered, "Oh, I... I'm so sorry. I must have made a terrible error. Please accept my apologies." Mrs. Thompson's anger and confusion simmered beneath the surface as she struggled to find the right words. "Is this some kind of joke? Did someone put you up to this?" she questioned, her voice quivering with frustration. Ms. Lily, still thinking Mrs. Thompson was referring to the diaper incident, responded in an apologetic tone, "No, it's not a joke. I genuinely thought it was the best solution at the time. I didn't see many other options, given Kylie's accidents." Before Mrs. Thompson could respond further, a sudden cry pierced through the air. A child had fallen nearby, and Ms. Lily immediately sprang into action, rushing to help. She scooped up the crying boy, offering comforting words and gestures. With a wave and a reassuring smile, she called out to Mrs. Thompson, "Everything will be alright. You can call the number on the paper to discuss further.” Mrs. Thompson watched, her stern expression a mix of anger and confusion, as Ms. Lily tended to the injured child. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, the unspoken questions swirling in her mind. She pulled out of the driveway in silence, her thoughts filled with a tumultuous mix of anger, concern, and an overwhelming desire to uncover the truth about what was happening to her daughter. As the car glided through the streets, the silence inside was deafening. Kylie sat in the back seat, her head bowed, feeling the weight of her mother's gaze upon her. She longed for the anonymity of the window, a shield against the intensity of the situation. Mrs. Thompson's grip tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. She struggled to contain the rising emotions threatening to spill over. Confusion mingled with anger, her mind grappling with the bizarre narrative that had been presented to her. Her daughter, a college student, reduced to a child's world of pull-ups and daycare. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Mrs. Thompson's voice broke through the tense air. "Kylie, what is going on? Explain this to me. I want the truth." Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she searched for the right words, her mind racing to find a way to explain the inexplicable. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to face her mother's bewildered gaze. "M-Mom, I... I don't know how to explain it. It's complicated," Kylie stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Mrs. Thompson's frustration grew, her voice tinged with both anger and concern. "Complicated? Kylie, you're not making any sense. Are you in some kind of trouble? Are you hiding something from me?" Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she looked into her mother's eyes, her vulnerability laid bare. "I... I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It's just... I wanted to feel... special." Mrs. Thompson's voice softened slightly, her anger mingling with a hint of compassion. "Special? Kylie, you're my daughter, and you're special to me. But what's been going on? Why did that woman think you needed diapers and daycare?" Kylie's voice trembled as she revealed the secret she had been desperately trying to keep hidden. "Mom, I... I've been pretending... pretending to be a preschooler. I wanted to relive that feeling of being taken care of, of getting attention. I know it sounds silly, but it made me feel... special." A mixture of shock and concern flashed across Mrs. Thompson's face. She struggled to absorb the enormity of what her daughter was confessing. The realization that Kylie had been living a secret life, hiding her true age, left her feeling simultaneously betrayed and worried. "Why, Kylie? Why would you do such a thing? You're a grown woman, not a little girl. You should be focused on your future, on building a life for yourself," Mrs. Thompson's voice cracked with emotion. Kylie's tears fell freely as she tried to articulate the jumble of emotions inside her. "I know, Mom. I know it was wrong, but... but it was like an escape. I felt safe and cared for, like I didn't have to face the pressures and responsibilities of adulthood. I wanted to be special, even if it meant pretending to be someone else." Mrs. Thompson's grip on the steering wheel relaxed slightly as she took in her daughter's confession. While she couldn't condone Kylie's actions, she couldn't ignore the pain and longing in her eyes. In an effort to understand, Mrs. Thompson mustered the strength to ask the question that lingered in her mind. "Kylie, can you tell me how pretending to be a toddler makes you feel?" Kylie took a deep breath, her voice quivering with vulnerability as she attempted to put her emotions into words. "It's hard to explain, Mom. When I pretend to be a toddler, I feel a sense of innocence and freedom. I can escape from the pressures and expectations of adulthood. It's like I'm protected from the harsh realities of life, even if just for a little while." Mrs. Thompson fell into a deep silence, absorbing Kylie's words. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the complexities of her daughter's inner world. The realization that Kylie sought refuge in a make-believe existence tugged at her heart, mingling with a mixture of concern and empathy. After a few moments, Mrs. Thompson glanced at the list Ms. Lily had given her, her brow furrowing with a mix of determination and uncertainty. She made a decision, changing lanes and announcing that they needed to run some errands. Confusion etched across Kylie's face as she looked at her mother. "Where are we going, Mom?” Mrs. Thompson glanced at her daughter, her voice tinged with a hint of resolve. "Apparently, according to Ms. Lily's list, it seems you're not quite ready for pull-ups yet." Kylie's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to comprehend her mother's words. "What do you mean?" Shopping For Baby Kylie The Target parking lot hummed with activity as Mrs. Thompson maneuvered her black Lexus SUV into a parking space. As the engine quieted, she turned in her seat, fixing her gaze on Kylie with a stern expression and a hint of sincerity. Their eyes met, and Mrs. Thompson's voice held a mixture of resolve and concern as she began to speak. "Kylie, I've decided to let this game continue, but with a twist," Mrs. Thompson said firmly. "If you want to act like a baby, then you need to understand what it's really like to be one." Kylie's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to comprehend her mother's words. She knew she had opened a Pandora's box by pretending to be a toddler, but she never expected her mother to fully embrace the role. Uncertainty mingled with a strange sense of excitement as she wondered what awaited her. Without further explanation, Mrs. Thompson unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Kylie followed suit, her steps hesitant yet tinged with curiosity. They entered the bustling Target store, the bright lights and neatly arranged aisles filling the space with a sense of familiarity and possibility. As they made their way through the store, Mrs. Thompson checked the list from Ms. Lily, methodically gathering the items. Diapers, wipes, baby powder, and bottles filled their shopping cart. But she didn't stop there. Mrs. Thompson's determination to fully immerse Kylie in her chosen role led her to select additional baby items—onesies, bibs, pacifiers, and even a plush teddy bear. Kylie glanced at her mother, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom, do we really need all this?” Mrs. Thompson's tone held a mix of seriousness and playfulness. "If you're going to embrace being a baby, we'll do it properly.” A flush of embarrassment crept up Kylie's cheeks as her mother's words echoed in her mind. The realization that she would soon be wearing the diapers and clothes she had picked out for herself sent a strange mix of emotions coursing through her. Her mother’s eye stopped when she got to the furniture section, eyeing a particular large plastic high chair, she looked at Kylie and then back at the chair… “Honey let’s see if you’ll fit in this” she said with a slight air of condescendence. “No mom! There is no way, that is so embarrassing” Kylie protested Mrs. Thompson grabbed Kylie by the shirt and in hushed tone whispered in her ear “you know what would be really embarrassing, getting a spanking at the store, so do as your told and be a good girl” Kylie’s faced flushed three shades of deep red and she let her mother guide her into the high chair. Much to her dismay her hips just barely squeezed in the seat and her feet were just brushing the ground. Her mother clapped assuredly with the click of the tray so pleased to see that this would work. She undid the tray and loaded a box into the cart. As they moved through the store, Kylie's bladder reminded her of its presence. She tugged on her mother's sleeve, glancing around nervously. "Mom, I need to use the bathroom.” Mrs. Thompson raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with a hint of condescension. "Don't you mean the potty, baby?" She gestured toward Kylie's diaper. "Remember, you're wearing your 'bathroom' right now. We'll change you when we get home." Heat surged to Kylie's face as nearby shoppers glanced their way, their eyes lingering on the grown girl dressed in regular clothes with a visible diaper underneath. She lowered her head, biting her lip to suppress the mix of embarrassment and excitement that danced within her. At the checkout counter, Mrs. Thompson intentionally drew attention to their purchases, her tone teasing yet laced with amusement. "Looks like we're preparing for a new addition to the family," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Kylie's cheeks burned as the cashier scanned the baby items, her mind whirling with a strange blend of humiliation and exhilaration. She felt a mixture of relief and mortification when the transaction was complete, and they made their way back to the car. Once they reached the vehicle, Mrs. Thompson's pragmatic side took over. She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before opening the back door and gesturing for Kylie to climb in. "Let's check your diaper before we go, baby girl. We don't want any leaks." Kylie's face burned crimson as her mother's words washed over her. The role-playing game she had initiated had taken an unexpected turn, enveloping her in an experience far more intense than she had ever imagined. Yet, beneath the layers of embarrassment, a part of her reveled in the reality of her fantasy coming to life. Mrs. Thompson gently tugged at the waistband of Kylie's diaper, peeking inside to assess its condition. “Hmmm you really soaked this one didn’t you, well I don’t have a towel to put down so I guess we’ll have to change that diaper” Kylie in shock was speechless as her mother led her to the trunk of the suv and instructed her to laydown in the back. As Mrs. Thompson skillfully removed the soiled diaper, Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation. She closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the familiarity of the routine her mother executed. The cool touch of the wipes against her skin sent shivers down her spine, a stark reminder of the vulnerability and dependency that came with her chosen role. The scent of baby powder filled the air as Mrs. Thompson meticulously prepared the fresh diaper, sliding it beneath Kylie's bottom with practiced ease. With each snug tape fastened, Kylie felt a strange mix of confinement and reassurance, a tangible reminder of the transformation she had willingly embraced. Once the diaper change was complete, Mrs. Thompson leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Kylie's forehead. "All clean and dry, baby girl. Ready to go home?" Kylie's voice quivered with a mix of gratitude and trepidation. "Yes, Mom." As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Kylie's eyes fixed on the passing scenery, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The path she had chosen, the desire to temporarily escape the complexities of adulthood, had led her down an unexpected road—one that tested her boundaries, unearthed buried desires, and challenged her sense of self. In the midst of the embarrassment and teasing, Kylie couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her veins. The dichotomy of her feelings—the yearning to be a grown woman yet finding comfort in the role of a baby—created a complex tapestry within her soul. As the car navigated the streets toward home, Kylie braced herself for the unknown. With each passing mile, she surrendered a bit more to the journey, knowing that the path ahead would redefine her relationship with her mother and perhaps unveil hidden truths about herself. Chapter: New Rules The car eased into the driveway, its tires rolling to a stop. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her senses. The reality of her chosen path had taken a sharp turn, and she found herself on the cusp of a new phase in her life. As Mrs. Thompson parked the car, her voice broke the silence, carrying a tone of authority and determination. "Kylie, we need to establish some new rules," Mrs. Thompson declared, her gaze fixed on her daughter. "From now on, you will be treated like a two-year-old, with all the control and restrictions on privileges that come with it." Kylie's eyes widened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling within her. The boundaries of her fantasy had expanded far beyond what she had ever anticipated. As they stepped out of the car and made their way to the front door, Kylie's mind raced, trying to comprehend the depth of her mother's commitment to their role-playing game. Inside the house, Mrs. Thompson set up a soft blanket on the living room floor, creating a makeshift play area for Kylie. She turned to her daughter, her voice stern yet tinged with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Kylie, sweetheart, I need you to sit here and watch cartoons like a good baby while Mommy puts things away." With a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, Kylie obediently removed her pants, revealing her diaper-clad bottom. She settled onto the blanket, her gaze fixated on the colorful characters dancing across the screen. The crinkle of her diaper echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the new reality she had willingly embraced. As Mrs. Thompson moved about the house, tidying up and organizing, the sound of the front door opening interrupted the silence. Kylie's father entered, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. He took in the scene before him—the blanket on the floor, Kylie dressed like a toddler, and the air thick with an unspoken tension. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Mrs. Thompson turned to face him, her tone firm yet resolute. "Kylie was pretending to be a pre-schooler. Since she wants to experience being a baby, and I think we should give her a chance to really feel what that is like. It's important for her growth." Kylie's father sighed, his disappointment evident. He cast a worried glance at his daughter before speaking. "I hope you know what you're doing. This feels... extreme." Mrs. Thompson met his gaze, her voice steady. "I understand your concern, but Kylie needs this right now. We'll proceed with caution, ensuring her emotional well-being remains a priority.” With a reluctant nod, Kylie's father resigned himself to the situation, accepting his wife's decision even if he didn't fully understand it. The weight of his disapproval hung in the air, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead for both Kylie and her mother. As evening descended, the family gathered around the dinner table. Kylie's father exchanged a wary glance with Mrs. Thompson, silently acknowledging the peculiar circumstances of their mealtime. Kylie was adorned with a bib, her utensils replaced with a sippy cup for her beverage. The clinking of cutlery and the muffled sounds of chewing were punctuated by occasional glances in Kylie's direction, a mix of amusement and discomfort playing on their faces. Mrs. Thompson's voice took on a tone of playful condescension as she addressed Kylie. "Come on, baby girl, open wide for the airplane!" She spooned spoonfuls of pureed baby food into Kylie's mouth, encouraging her to eat with exaggerated motions and playful sound effects. Kylie's cheeks flushed, a potent mixture of embarrassment and excitement swirling within her. Each spoonful served as a potent reminder of her chosen role and the depths to which she had willingly surrendered herself. Her senses heightened, she felt the texture of the baby food against her tongue, the gentle coaxing of her mother's voice guiding her through each bite. With dinner concluded, Mrs. Thompson announced it was time for Kylie's bath. The thought of being stripped down and exposed, washed like a helpless infant, sent a thrill of both apprehension and anticipation coursing through Kylie's veins. She followed her mother to the bathroom, the tile cool beneath her bare feet. The warm water cascaded over Kylie's body as Mrs. Thompson gently guided her daughter into the bathtub. The scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the sound of water splashing and Kylie's soft laughter. Mrs. Thompson meticulously lathered shampoo into Kylie's hair, her fingers massaging her scalp with care. The sensation of being cared for, the vulnerability of being at her mother's mercy, both humbled and aroused Kylie. Once the bath was complete, Mrs. Thompson wrapped Kylie in a plush towel, cocooning her in its warmth. She carried her daughter back to the bedroom, laying her on the changing table—a temporary fixture, hastily repurposed for their role-playing game. With practiced efficiency, Mrs. Thompson unfolded a fresh diaper, its pristine surface awaiting Kylie's surrender. She lowered her daughter onto the soft padding, securing the diaper snugly around her waist. The sound of the tapes being fastened echoed in the room, sealing Kylie's fate as a baby for the night. Dressed in a pair of footed pajamas, Kylie settled into her bed, her heart fluttering with a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Mrs. Thompson perched on the edge of the mattress, her voice softening as she read a bedtime story, her words lulling Kylie into a state of comfort and surrender. As the story reached its conclusion, Mrs. Thompson produced a bottle filled with warm milk, its nipple awaiting Kylie's lips. With each gentle sip, Kylie felt a peculiar mix of dependency and satisfaction, her mother's presence a constant reassurance. The room fell into a hushed stillness as Mrs. Thompson leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on Kylie's forehead. "Goodnight, baby girl. Sleep tight." Kylie closed her eyes, her mind drifting into the realms of dreams and possibilities. The journey she had embarked upon had taken a profound turn, carrying her into uncharted territories of self-discovery and surrender. As she surrendered to the nurturing embrace of her mother's care, she couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead—a mix of apprehension and excitement, interwoven with the unyielding pull of a fantasy brought to life. Chapter: The Big Accident The morning light filtered through Kylie's bedroom window, gently stirring her from her slumber. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she found her mother, Mrs. Thompson, standing by her bedside. Mrs. Thompson wore a warm smile as she reached down to check Kylie's diaper. "Good morning, baby girl," Mrs. Thompson cooed, her voice filled with affection. "Looks like you had a dry night. I'm so proud of you." Kylie blushed at her mother's praise, a mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of accomplishment washing over her. Mrs. Thompson helped her out of bed and guided her towards the dresser, selecting a babyish sundress and one of the new, extra-thick pull-ups they had purchased. The crinkle of the diaper as it was pulled up to her waist echoed in the room, serving as a reminder of the path Kylie had willingly chosen. With Kylie dressed for the day, Mrs. Thompson led her downstairs to the kitchen. Kylie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of a high chair, a relic from her infancy that Mrs. Thompson had retrieved from the attic. Heat flushed her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and excitement intertwining within her. Mrs. Thompson bustled about the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a deceptive air of normalcy. Unbeknownst to Kylie, a secret ingredient had been added to her oatmeal—a touch of laxatives. Mrs. Thompson approached the table, placing a large bowl of oatmeal before Kylie. With playful sarcasm, she spoke, "Here comes the train! Open wide for the yummy choo-choo!" Kylie obediently opened her mouth, spoonfuls of oatmeal laden with laxatives being fed to her. The taste was familiar yet slightly off, but Kylie's trust in her mother's care suppressed any doubts that arose. As the last spoonful of oatmeal was consumed, a faint rumbling began in Kylie's stomach, a harbinger of what was to come. Mrs. Thompson wiped Kylie's face with a cloth and offered a reassuring smile. "Good girl, Kylie. Now, let's get ready for the day." They embarked on the familiar journey to Childtime, the daycare center that had become a regular part of Kylie's routine. Mrs. Thompson carried a large bag of diapers along with Kylie's fully-stocked diaper bag, their contents a tangible reminder of the role Kylie had taken on. Upon arrival, Mrs. Thompson approached the front desk, where Ms. Emily greeted them with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Thompson," Ms. Emily said, her gaze shifting to the bags in Mrs. Thompson's hands. "Looks like you're prepared for anything today." Mrs. Thompson nodded, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "Yes, I wanted to make sure we're ready. Can you please give these to Ms. Lily?" Ms. Emily took the bags and disappeared into the daycare, leaving Mrs. Thompson standing there with Kylie by her side. As she waited, Mrs. Thompson's gaze fell on Ms. Lily, who approached with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Good morning, Mrs. Thompson. Is everything okay?" Ms. Lily inquired, her voice laced with genuine care. Mrs. Thompson offered a grateful smile, her tone firm yet appreciative. "Thank you again for yesterday. It was quite an eye-opening experience for both Kylie and me. I've taken some precautions today, and we'll see how things go. If she has another accident, I think it might be best for her to spend more time in the daycare for a little while." Ms. Lily nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. "Of course, we're here to support you both. Just let us know how we can help." With their brief discussion concluded, Mrs. Thompson kissed Kylie's cheek and bade her farewell before leaving the daycare. The weight of the day settled upon Kylie's shoulders as she followed Ms. Lily to her classroom, her diaper crinkling with each step. Morning activities flowed seamlessly, Kylie participating in games and lessons, her demeanor a mix of lingering embarrassment and a strange excitement for the role she had embraced. Snack time arrived, and as Kylie settled at the small table with her classmates, an unexpected sensation overcame her—a sudden pressure in her bowels. Kylie's eyes widened, panic fluttering in her chest. She attempted to stand and make her way to Ms. Lily, her last hope for avoiding an embarrassing accident. But it was too late. The pressure proved insurmountable, and with a soft, unmistakable sound, Kylie filled her pull-up, the evidence of her loss filling the room. The laughter of her classmates, a mixture of amusement and derision, pierced Kylie's ears, her face reddening with shame. Ms. Lily approached, her hands on her hips, disappointment etched on her face. "Well, well, it looks like someone decided she's just a little diaper baby," Ms. Lily chastised, her words laced with condescension. She took Kylie's hand, guiding her away from the laughter and judgment of the classroom. Tears welled in Kylie's eyes as she sobbed, feeling the weight of humiliation bearing down on her small frame. Ms. Lily led her to the daycare room, where Ms. Daisy awaited, her expression a mixture of concern and sympathy. Ms. Lily beckoned Ms. Daisy over, her voice filled with gentle understanding. "Kylie had a little accident, so she'll be joining your class for now. And it seems she needs a diaper change." Ms. Daisy crouched down, her warm smile attempting to comfort Kylie. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take care of you. Let's get that stinky bottom cleaned up, okay?" Kylie nodded, her tears mingling with a mix of emotions—embarrassment, shame, but also a strange sense of surrender. As she followed Ms. Daisy into the room, the reality of her chosen path, with all its attendant humiliations and discoveries, became undeniably tangible.

I've not posted much on here recently but I've been writing a a lot. This premise is a little bit loose and it hasn't been properly edited but I wanted to float the beginning of it. I have about 2 more parts of equal length. This is one of maybe 10 longform stories I've written this year with different themes. Some of them I really like. Anyway hope you like it. Prologue: The summer sun cast a golden glow over the town of Wilmet, illuminating the quiet streets lined with trees and modest houses. In one of those homes, nestled among the suburban tranquility, lived Kylie, an 18 -year-old girl on the precipice of adulthood, yet yearning to hold onto the fading remnants of her childhood. Kylie was a paradox—a slender and short teenager with an intellect far beyond her years. Her thoughtful hazel eyes peeked out from behind a curtain of chestnut curls, framing her delicate face. She possessed a quiet brilliance that often went unnoticed amidst the noisy clamor of adolescence. Junior year had come to an end, and Kylie had achieved a feat that surprised both her parents and herself. With her insatiable appetite for knowledge and an unyielding work ethic, she had managed to complete all the necessary coursework to graduate high school. But the question of what lay ahead loomed before her like an uncharted territory. Her parents, caring but concerned, shared reservations about her readiness to venture into the vast unknown of college life. Kylie had yet to obtain her driver's license, relying on her mother to chauffeur her from one place to another. Simple chores like doing laundry and helping around the house remained unfamiliar to her. Her parents worried that she needed more time to mature before taking the leap into a four-year institution. The idea of attending a local community college was suggested, a compromise that would allow Kylie to continue living at home for another year. It seemed like a reasonable plan, a chance to ease into independence at a comfortable pace. But deep within Kylie's heart, a sense of restlessness grew. She couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of ennui that colored her days, nor the yearning to hold onto the innocence of her youth. Kylie's world felt small, confined by the limitations of her own making. A handful of friends populated her social circle, but she often found it difficult to relate to them on a deeper level. Her interests strayed far from the norm, the tattered remnants of her childhood clinging to her soul. She cherished her extensive collection of stuffed animals, the pages of her coloring books worn and filled with vibrant hues. Disney held a special place in her heart, as if the magic of those beloved tales could transport her to a world untouched by the harsh realities of adulthood. What her parents dismissed as mere quirks, however, ran far deeper than they could have imagined. Over the years, Kylie had stumbled upon a hidden realm, concealed within the depths of the internet—a community of like-minded individuals who shared her secret desires. It was in this online haven that she discovered her longing to be treated as a baby, embraced by the warm comfort of innocence and vulnerability. Boldness had taken hold of Kylie in recent years, and she had quietly embarked on a clandestine exploration of her ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Lover) interests. Underneath her bed, concealed in a locked box, lay her hidden trove—a collection of cute onesies, pacifiers, a silly cup, pull-up training pants, and even a few diapers. In the privacy of her room, she reveled in the fleeting moments when she could embrace her true self, regressing into a state of carefree abandon. Now, with the prospect of an extra year ahead of her, Kylie's determination surged. She saw this unexpected gift as an opportunity to delve further into her hidden desires, to understand and accept the part of herself that sought refuge in childish innocence. But she knew she had to tread carefully, for revealing her secret world to her parents would be met with confusion and concern. On a warm summer morning, Kylie's mother dropped her off at Wilmet Community College, the air thick with anticipation. She had a meeting scheduled with a course counselor, the first step towards this new phase of her life. After a dreadfully boring conversation about potential majors and course schedules, Kylie exited the college building, her mind heavy with thoughts of the future. As she stepped onto the sunlit sidewalk, her gaze was drawn to a striking structure across the street—an architectural masterpiece that seemed out of place in the modest town. Vibrant, colorful letters adorned the sleek façade: "Childtime Daycare and Pre-School." The building exuded an aura of innocence and joy, as if it were a portal to a world untarnished by grown-up responsibilities. Kylie couldn't tear her eyes away from the captivating sight. Imagining herself within those walls, surrounded by soft padding and a sea of toys, ignited a spark of excitement within her. She yearned to be a part of that whimsical realm, to experience the simplicity and joy that childhood held. At first, she dismissed the idea as a fantastical dream, deeming it unrealistic. Surely they wouldn't accept someone her age into a pre-school. But the more she entertained the notion, the stronger her desire grew. In that moment, a mischievous plan began to take shape in her mind—a daring scheme to sneak into the pre-school and temporarily suspend the relentless march of time. It would be a secret adventure, a clandestine exploration of the child within her, while she continued to navigate the façade of a regular teenager. And so, as Kylie walked away from the college, her heart pounding with anticipation, a new chapter in her life began to unfold—one that would challenge her ingenuity, resilience, and the boundaries of her own identity. Chapter 1: Deception Kylie sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, her laptop perched on her knees as she delved into the depths of research. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, casting shadows that danced across her features. Determination radiated from her hazel eyes as she focused on her goal—a way to infiltrate Childtime, the enchanting pre-school that beckoned to her deepest desires. Her first step would be to adopt a look. She didn’t have to try to hard she thought to herself as she looked around her room, a haven of pastel hues and plush toys that reflected the essence of her true self. Stacks of coloring books adorned her desk, a testament to her affinity for escaping into vibrant worlds of imagination. As Kylie's slender fingers danced across the keyboard, she navigated through the virtual maze of rules and regulations on the Childtime website. Kylie’s had always been self conscious about her height at just 4 feet 10 inches, her small frame served as both a blessing and a curse. Today, however, it offered a glimpse of hope. She observed herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. With hesitation she began to tie her hard in pigtails that cascaded down her shoulders, she couldn't help but smile as she admired her reflection. She then selected her favorite pink unicorn shirt and paired it with a pair of shortalls that hugged her curves like a second skin. Frilly socks adorned her feet, peeking out from her white sneakers—it was a perfect blend of childish charm and youthful energy. Kylie's inner monologue whispered, urging her to embrace the age she wished to portray. She reached for her pacifier, the comforting silicone teat that symbolized a world untouched by grown-up responsibilities. Placing it in her mouth, she reveled in the delightful sensations that tingled through her being. With each suckle, she found herself slipping further into the role she longed to play—a slightly tall three or four-year-old girl, eager to explore the wonders of the world. With her outfit and age decided upon, Kylie shifted her focus to the next crucial step—filling out the Childtime application. Armed with wit and a heart pounding with anticipation, she meticulously went through the forms, providing responses that would help solidify her ruse. She typed with determination as she listed her birthdate, ensuring the same day and month while slyly altering the year. In her fabricated reality, she was merely three and a half years old—a perfect age to join the world of Childtime. A grin played on her lips as she pondered the care instructions section. Her eyes scanned the options—Diapered, Potty Training, and Potty Trained. With a twinkle of excitement, Kylie chose Potty Training. It seemed fitting, reinforcing the persona she aimed to sell—the image of a child teetering on the cusp of independence, guided by the patient guidance of Childtime's staff. As she progressed through the application, her heart skipped a beat as she encountered a section demanding immunization records and a birth certificate. Panic threatened to wash over her, but Kylie's resourceful nature kicked into high gear. She knew she had to find a solution—a way to fabricate documents convincing enough to fool even the most discerning eyes. With a few clicks and strokes of her keyboard, she harnessed her technological prowess and conjured two immaculate documents—a set of immunization records and a birth certificate that would pass scrutiny. Her breath hitched as she attached the carefully crafted files to the application. Hesitation mingled with determination as she hovered her cursor over the send button. In that fleeting moment, Kylie's heart swirled with anticipation, excitement, and a hint of trepidation. She wondered if this audacious plan would succeed, or if she would be unmasked as an imposter. Pushing those doubts aside, she closed her eyes and took a leap of faith, her finger descending to click the send button. A digital transmission carried her aspirations into the unknown, leaving her with a heady mix of anxiety and eager anticipation. The next day, as Kylie eagerly checked her inbox, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Among the sea of mundane emails, a bold subject line caught her attention—"Welcome to Childtime, Kylie!" Her heart leaped, and her hands trembled as she opened the message that held the key to her clandestine adventure. The email unfolded before her eyes, revealing an acceptance letter and a list of instructions for the next steps. Her pulse quickened as she read that she had been placed in the Toddler group for the eight-week summer program, commencing the following Monday. A torrent of emotions surged through her—a potent mixture of elation, nervousness, and the palpable realization that her audacious plan had worked. The welcome email provided a detailed rundown of necessary supplies for the first day—a backpack filled with spare clothes, diapers, wipes, and a labeled water bottle. It also outlined the required payment, scheduled drop-off, and pick-up times. As Kylie absorbed the information, her mind began to conjure a vivid image of the journey she was about to embark upon—a journey that would blur the boundaries between fantasy and reality. Embedded within the email was a summary of Kylie's daily schedule for the upcoming week and the summer as a whole. Each line painted a picture of the adventures she would partake in—the games, the songs, the snack times, and the nurturing environment that awaited her at Childtime. Excitement bubbled within her, blending with a tinge of apprehension. She knew that to fully embrace this clandestine endeavor, she would need to navigate the challenges that lay ahead—the careful orchestration of her interactions with both her parents and the Childtime staff. With a resolute nod, she vowed to seize this opportunity, to dance upon the tightrope of her dual identity and explore the depths of her abdl desires. The following evening, Kylie gathered her nerves and prepared to execute the next stage of her audacious plan—to deceive her parents. She had formulated a story, an elaborate fabrication that would secure the necessary funds for her endeavor. As she approached her parents, her heart thrummed with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Mom, Dad," she began, her voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "I've found a course that I'd like to start next week." She watched their expressions, hoping to gauge their reaction. "It's an early childhood behavioral psychology class, and it's part of a special study being conducted with the pre-school next door." Her parents exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing with concern. "Psychology? That's a new interest," her mother remarked, her voice tinged with skepticism. Kylie nodded, her gaze steady. "I've always been fascinated by how children develop and learn. This class offers a unique opportunity to delve deeper into that. Plus, the partnership with the pre-school will provide hands-on experience." She mustered a hint of excitement, allowing it to permeate her words. Her father's eyes softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well, it's great to see you taking initiative and exploring your passions, Kylie. How much will it cost?” Kylie's pulse quickened, knowing that her answer held the key to her success. "The course requires an upfront deposit of $5000. It covers all the materials and resources we'll need. They're offering an immersive experience, so it's quite comprehensive." Her parents exchanged another glance, their expressions softening with a mix of pride and concern. After a brief deliberation, her father sighed. "Alright, Kylie. We believe in you. We'll transfer the necessary funds into your bank account." A surge of relief washed over Kylie, mingling with the thrill of accomplishment. Her plan was falling into place, one step at a time. With her parents' support, the financial hurdle was overcome, and she could secure her position at Childtime. Later that evening, Kylie completed the necessary deposit at Childtime, submitting the payment that would cement her place among the toddlers. As she climbed into bed that night, a sense of eager anticipation filled her being. She closed her eyes, her mind alive with visions of the charade she was about to embark upon—the delicate dance between the innocence of childhood and the clandestine world of her abdl desires. The road ahead was treacherous, but Kylie was prepared to navigate its twists and turns, driven by her longing to delay the march of time and indulge in the bliss of babyhood once more. As the days ticked by, anticipation consumed Kylie's every waking moment. The prospect of immersing herself in the world of pre-school grew ever closer. She wondered how she would navigate the delicate dance of deception, how she would portray herself as a young child while concealing her true age. The complexities of her charade were not lost on her, but she was determined to embrace the challenge. One afternoon, while Kylie sat at her desk engrossed in a coloring book, her phone rang, shattering the stillness of her room. Her heart lurched, and a surge of nervous energy coursed through her veins. She recognized the caller ID—it was Childtime. She hastily picked up the phone, her voice trembling as she adopted her mother's tone. "Hello?" Kylie said, attempting to channel the poised yet warm voice of her mother. "Good afternoon! This is Ms. Lily , the director at Childtime," came the cheery voice on the other end. "I just wanted to touch base and go over a few things before your little one starts next week." Kylie's grip on the phone tightened, her fingers growing clammy. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to maintain the illusion. "Oh, yes, of course! I'm glad you called. How can I help you?" Mrs. Lily proceeded to ask a series of routine questions—about Kylie's child's eating habits, any allergies or medical conditions, and other pertinent details. Kylie's mind raced, desperate to provide convincing responses while remaining true to her fabricated persona. As the conversation continued, Kylie's palms grew damp, and her heart thudded in her chest. She stumbled over her words once or twice, but managed to maintain her composure, adapting her voice to mimic her mother's nurturing tone. With each passing question, her confidence grew, and she marveled at her ability to deceive. Ms. Lily, seemingly satisfied with the conversation, thanked "Kylie's mother" for her time and expressed excitement about the upcoming week. The call ended, leaving Kylie both relieved and exhilarated. She had successfully passed yet another test in her intricate web of deceit. With the call behind her, Kylie turned her attention to the practicalities of her endeavor—the necessary supplies for pre-school. Armed with a list from Childtime, she set off for Target, her mind buzzing with anticipation. The store aisles enveloped Kylie in a symphony of colors, plush toys, and adorable outfits. She couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement as she wheeled her cart, selecting items that would further cement her illusion. She perused the aisles, her slender fingers grazing over soft fabrics and eye-catching patterns. She selected a backpack adorned with cartoon characters, envisioning herself wearing it on her back as she skipped into the pre-school. The sight of pull-up training pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She selected a pack, the colorful designs mirroring the whimsy of her secret desires. Strolling through the aisles, Kylie's cart filled with crayons, markers, and coloring books, each item a testament to her abiding love for childlike pursuits. She couldn't resist adding a few stuffed animals, envisioning them as her companions during playtime at Childtime. With her cart brimming with supplies, Kylie approached the checkout counter, her heart pounding with a mixture of thrill and trepidation. She paid for her items, her hands trembling slightly as she exchanged pleasantries with the cashier. Stepping out into the warm summer air, Kylie glanced at her haul, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was one step closer to realizing her secret desires, her collection of childish treasures a tangible representation of her quest to delay growing up. Back in the sanctity of her room, Kylie relished in the privacy of her charade. She spread her purchases across her bed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a sense of mischief, she began to undress, her slender figure bared before the mirror. Her fingers danced across the array of outfits, each one a manifestation of her abdl desires. She slipped into a frilly pink dress, her pigtails bouncing as she twirled. A giggle escaped her lips, the sound echoing with both innocence and hidden desires. Kylie's slender frame seemed to shrink beneath the weight of her childish attire. She gazed at her reflection, her eyes alight with a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability. Her heart raced as she donned a pair of cute shortalls, pairing them with her favorite pink unicorn shirt. The fabric brushed against her skin, imbuing her with a sense of whimsy and freedom. Her closet doors swung open, revealing a collection of outfits she had acquired online the last week. She caressed each garment, marveling at the intricate designs and playful patterns. One by one, she slipped into each outfit, transforming herself into a pint-sized fashionista. She admired her reflection, her mind filled with images of herself as a carefree child, reveling in the simple joys of playtime. The dichotomy between her clandestine desires and the societal expectations of adulthood intertwined, creating a complex tapestry of emotions. As the afternoon waned, Kylie stood before her mirror, her little wardrobe strewn across her bed. Her heart ached with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, a cocktail of emotions she had willingly embraced. She would become a master of disguise, navigating the intricate nuances of her fabricated identity, all in the pursuit of preserving the innocence she cherished. The night before her first day at pre-school, Kylie prepared for bed with a peculiar blend of excitement and trepidation. She stood before her bedroom mirror, clad in her chosen sleepwear—an adorable onesie adorned with colorful cartoon characters. Her heart fluttered as she gazed at her reflection, the soft fabric hugging her petite frame. She had taken great care in selecting the perfect nightwear, ensuring that every aspect of her charade was meticulously planned. Kylie reached for her pacifier, slipping it into her mouth, savoring the familiar taste of childhood. She allowed herself to indulge in the comfort it provided, a temporary escape from the burdens of adulthood. With each step she took, the crinkle of her pull-up training pants reminded her of the secret she carried. The sensation sent a thrill down her spine, a potent mix of excitement and vulnerability. As she climbed into bed, her mind buzzed with the possibilities that lay ahead. Tomorrow, she would enter Childtime, stepping into a world where she could explore her deepest desires, even if hidden beneath a carefully crafted illusion. Under the soft glow of her bedside lamp, Kylie closed her eyes, surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep. Dreams of coloring books and stuffed animals danced in her mind, guiding her into a night filled with both innocence and longing. The journey she had embarked upon was treacherous, but the allure of preserving her childlike spirit propelled her forward, filling her heart with a sense of purpose she had never felt before. Chapter 2: Kylie's First Day The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Kylie's room. Today was the day—the beginning of her journey into the world of Childtime. Excitement and nervousness mingled within her as she climbed out of bed, ready to embrace her carefully crafted persona. She approached her dresser, her eyes scanning the array of supplies laid out in anticipation. First, she reached for a fresh pull-up training pant, feeling the crinkle of the plastic beneath her fingertips. With practiced ease, she stepped into it, the snug fit reminding her of her chosen role. Next, Kylie selected her outfit for the day—a soft, pastel Owl House T-shirt that showcased her affinity for whimsical creatures. She slipped it over her head, the fabric clinging to her small frame. A smile crept onto her lips as she admired her reflection in the mirror, the shirt accentuating her diminutive stature. Moving to her closet, Kylie retrieved a pair of Oshkosh-style shortalls, their playful patterns beckoning to her. She slid into them, the adjustable straps resting comfortably on her shoulders. The feel of the fabric against her skin made her feel both protected and vulnerable, a testament to her clandestine desires. With her outfit complete, Kylie turned her attention to her feet. She chose a pair of frilly socks, their delicate lace adding an extra touch of cuteness to her ensemble. Velcro sneakers adorned her small feet, providing a practical yet age-appropriate choice for her upcoming adventure. Lastly, she turned her gaze to her hair, her pigtails awaiting their final touch. She selected a pair of colorful bows, securing them in her hair with meticulous care. Each step in her morning routine was a deliberate act, a conscious effort to embody the innocence she sought. As she stood before the mirror, fully dressed and adorned, Kylie felt a surge of confidence. She marveled at her reflection—a petite figure clothed in a curated ensemble that portrayed a childlike charm. Her heart swelled with both pride and vulnerability, knowing that the day ahead held the potential for both fulfillment and humiliation. Before leaving her room, Kylie gathered the necessary supplies listed by Childtime. She packed her backpack with crayons, coloring books, a change of clothes, and an extra supply of pull-up training pants. Each item held significance—a physical manifestation of her dual existence, a delicate balancing act between childhood and adulthood. Kylie's footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs as she descended into the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of clinking dishes filled the air as her mother prepared breakfast, her back turned to Kylie. Her mother turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Kylie's attire. A stifled chuckle escaped her lips, quickly followed by an unkind comment. "Oh, Kylie, really? That outfit is so childish. You need to start dressing better. You're not a baby anymore." Kylie's face flushed, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She fought back tears, determined to maintain her composure. "I-I like it," she mumbled, her voice small and meek. Her mother's laughter continued, a mix of amusement and disapproval. Kylie's heart sank, the weight of her secret desires pressing upon her. She pushed down her hurt feelings, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. On the Way to Childtime Kylie's heart raced as she climbed into the car next to her mother. She tried to steady her breathing, maintaining an air of casualness despite the turmoil within her. Her mother started the engine, and as they pulled out of the driveway, Kylie's gaze fell upon her mother's hands on the steering wheel. In a moment of panic, Kylie realized her mother might notice the unfamiliar address for Childtime on the GPS. She quickly conjured a lie, her voice laced with nervousness. "Mom, remember I told you they changed the drop-off and pick-up location? It's actually right next to the college building where my class is. They partnered up, so it's easier for everyone." Her mother furrowed her brow, a mix of confusion and concern etched across her face. "I don't remember you mentioning that, but if that's what they said, I guess we'll go with it," she replied reluctantly. Relief washed over Kylie, grateful that her impromptu explanation had been accepted. As the car glided through the streets, she focused on the scenery outside, desperately trying to keep her secret intact. The car came to a halt in front of Childtime, the colorful building standing as a beacon of both excitement and trepidation. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she prepared to step into her new world. She unbuckled her seatbelt, her palms clammy with anticipation. With a quick glance at her mother, she opened the car door, her voice filled with forced enthusiasm. "Bye, Mom! See you after class!" she called out, her small frame brimming with confidence. Her mother watched her with a mixture of confusion and concern, but the allure of her own schedule beckoned her elsewhere. "Alright, have a good day, sweetie," she responded, her voice tinged with skepticism. Kylie closed the car door behind her, her heart racing as she walked toward the entrance of Childtime. The young woman at the front desk greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes bright with cheerfulness. "Hi there! You must be Kylie. I'm Miss Emily. Let's get you all checked in, shall we?" Miss Emily said, extending her hand to take Kylie's backpack. Kylie nodded, her voice carefully modulated as she replied, "Yes, I'm Kylie. Nice to meet you, Miss Emily." Miss Emily sifted through Kylie's forms, her eyes skimming the contents. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she glanced at Kylie's pull-up training pants. "Oh, Kylie, you're three and a half, and still using pull-ups? We'll have to work on that," she teased, her tone light and playful. Kylie blushed, her embarrassment threatening to consume her. She forced a giggle, her words measured and childlike. "Uh-huh, soon no more pull-ups. I'm a big girl now." Satisfied with the paperwork, Miss Emily took Kylie's hand, leading her toward her classroom. Kylie's heart raced as she stepped into the vibrant environment—a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that beckoned to her inner child. The classroom buzzed with activity, children engaged in free play and exploration. Kylie's eyes widened with excitement as she absorbed the sight—the promise of new friendships and adventures waiting to unfold. Miss Lily, her new teacher, approached them, her warm smile putting Kylie at ease. "Good morning, Kylie! I'm Miss Lily. Welcome to our class!" Kylie beamed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Good morning, Miss Lily! I'm so happy to be here!" Miss Lily led Kylie to her cubby, where she provided her with a list of rules and guidelines. She pointed to a potty training chart on the wall, her voice kind and encouraging. "Kylie, this is your potty training chart. We'll track your progress together. Let's see if you're dry." Kylie's face reddened, a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation flooding her. She felt a surge of vulnerability as Miss Lily crouched down, reaching into the side of her shortalls to check her pull-up training pants. Relief washed over her when Miss Lily found them dry. "Well done, Kylie! Keep up the good work," Miss Lily praised, her words a balm to Kylie's self-consciousness. She patted Kylie's back gently before sending her off to join the other children for free play. As Kylie ventured into the realm of toys and make-believe, her heart swelled with a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. The next chapter of her charade had begun, and she was determined to navigate it with both grace and an unwavering commitment to her secret identity. The classroom buzzed with energy as children settled into their morning routines. Kylie found herself swept into the whirlwind of activities, eager to immerse herself in the preschool experience. She joined the other children as they gathered in a circle, eagerly awaiting the start of circle time. Miss Lily, the patient and nurturing teacher, stood at the front of the class, holding a colorful alphabet chart. "Good morning, everyone! It's time for circle time," she announced, her voice warm and inviting. Kylie scooted closer to her classmates, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She watched with wide eyes as Miss Lily guided the children through the alphabet, singing songs and reciting rhymes. Kylie chimed in, her voice a high-pitched melody, trying her best to blend in with the group. Next came arts and crafts, a time for creativity and self-expression. Kylie's small hands eagerly grasped a paintbrush, as she dipped it into a palette of vibrant colors. She carefully painted strokes onto a blank canvas, her imagination running wild. The joy on her face radiated as she proudly held up her masterpiece, the abstract patterns reflecting her inner whimsy. Sharing time followed, where each child was encouraged to bring an item from home and talk about its significance. Kylie's heart skipped a beat as she reached into her backpack, pulling out her favorite stuffed unicorn. She stood before her classmates, her voice laced with excitement and pride. "This is Uni, my best friend. We do everything together, and Uni always makes me feel safe and happy." The children listened attentively, their eyes fixed on Uni, and Kylie basked in the attention, relishing the role she played as the storyteller. Though the truth behind Uni's significance remained concealed, Kylie couldn't help but revel in the connection she felt with her peers. With the morning progressing, it was time for potty training practice. Kylie's heart thumped in her chest as she stood in line, waiting for her turn to use the miniature toilet. Each child took their seat, pulling down their training pants and pretending to use the restroom. Kylie felt a twinge of curiosity and rebellion. What would it be like to have a genuine accident? The idea tantalized her, mingling excitement with apprehension. As her turn approached, she let go of control, allowing a small trickle to escape into her pull-up. A hushed gasp escaped Kylie's lips, and her face flushed crimson with both embarrassment and satisfaction. She had crossed a line, deliberately wetting herself in a place where she was meant to be learning control. Ms. Lily, with her keen sense of observation, noticed Kylie's distress and quickly approached her. "Kylie, sweetheart, did you have an accident?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. Kylie nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Miss Lily, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it." Ms. Lily's expression softened, and she crouched down to Kylie's level, her touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay, Kylie. Accidents happen, and we're here to help. Let's get you cleaned up and into a fresh pull-up." Kylie's heart sank with a mix of shame and relief as she followed Ms. Lily to the changing area. The other children cast curious glances her way, a mix of sympathy and curiosity in their eyes. She felt their gazes piercing through her, and she longed to disappear, to escape the weight of her secret. Ms. Lily skillfully removed Kylie's wet pull-up, replacing it with a fresh one, all while maintaining an air of non-judgmental professionalism. Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation, her gaze fixated on the floor. The experience served as a stark reminder that she was an imposter in this world of innocence and vulnerability. Once Kylie was cleaned and dressed, Ms. Lily marked her potty training chart, commending her for her efforts. Despite the validation, Kylie couldn't shake the sense of shame that lingered. She vowed to herself that it would be the last time she deliberately compromised her dignity in this way. As the morning continued, the children enjoyed outdoor playtime, laughter filling the air as they ran, climbed, and explored the playground. Kylie's spirits lifted as she engaged in the simple joys of childhood, momentarily forgetting her pretense and the weight of her secret. The morning drew to a close, and the children gathered for a final circle time. Kylie took her place among her peers, the vibrant alphabet chart serving as a backdrop to their shared moments of learning and growth. As the day at Childtime came to an end, Kylie's emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. She experienced the excitement of belonging, the playful spirit of youth, and the duality of satisfaction and regret. However most powerful of all was the sheer pleasure and excitement she experienced when she received the extra attention from Miss Lily after her “accident” - she reveled in that moment continuing to play it over and over again in her hear. Chapter 3: Accidents Kylie's days at Childtime had become a delicate dance of excitement and shame, fueled by her own desires and a carefully crafted web of deception. Each morning, as she dressed in her pull-up, carefully selected outfit, and packed her backpack with extra supplies, a sense of anticipation fluttered in her chest. She craved the attention, the nurturing touch of Ms. Lily, and the thrill of being treated like a child. But as the days went, Kylie's actions began to take a toll on Ms. Lily. The repeated "accidents" that Kylie orchestrated tested the patience of the dedicated teacher. What Kylie saw as a harmless game of pretend was becoming an increasing source of frustration for the woman who had dedicated her life to guiding and educating young minds. One sunny morning, as Kylie walked into the classroom, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The scent of crayons and the vibrant artwork on the walls created an illusion of innocence, but she knew that her secret was wearing thin. She hoped for more attention, more special treatment, but a part of her worried about the consequences of her actions. As the day progressed, Kylie became bolder, wetting her pull-up multiple times in quick succession. She reveled in the feeling of warm dampness against her skin, finding solace in the comforting ritual of being changed by Ms. Lily. It was her way of reliving the moments of care and affection she longed for. During circle time, a soft melody filled the air as the children sang songs and clapped their hands. Kylie tried to immerse herself in the activities, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming encounter with Ms. Lily. She wondered if her actions would be met with understanding or if she had pushed too far, jeopardizing the delicate balance she had created. Finally, the moment arrived when Ms. Lily noticed the large wet spot on the back of Kylie's shorts. Concern etched across her face, she approached Kylie, her voice a mix of lightheartedness and sternness. "Kylie, sweetheart, it seems you've had another accident. Let's go to the bathroom for a change." Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she followed Ms. Lily to the bathroom. She glanced at the mirror, her reflection a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Ms. Lily's voice held a tone of both care and disappointment as she gently helped Kylie remove her wet shorts and pull-up. As Ms. Lily cleaned and diapered her, Kylie couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment. She desperately wanted to hold onto the illusion she had created, but the reality of her actions was becoming harder to ignore. Ms. Lily's words weighed heavily on her as she gently lectured, "Kylie, accidents happen, but it's important to learn and grow. We've been working on potty training, but it seems you're not making progress. If you can't do better, we may need to consider going back to diapers." Kylie's heart sank at the thought of regressing, of losing the sense of accomplishment she had built. She clung to her position, her voice small but resolute. "But Ms. Lily, I'm really trying. I don't want to go back to diapers. I promise I'll do better." Ms. Lily's expression softened, a mix of understanding and concern. She crouched down to Kylie's level, her eyes meeting Kylie's with a hint of empathy. "I know you want to be a big girl, Kylie, but accidents happen when we're not ready. If you can show me that you're making progress, we'll work together to overcome this challenge." Kylie nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She understood the gravity of the situation now, that her actions had consequences beyond the immediate thrill. She didn't want to be relegated to the daycare class, where the little ones still needed diapers. She wanted to be a big girl, to be part of the pre-school class with the other children who were potty trained. Ms. Lily gently wiped away Kylie's tears, her voice filled with a mix of compassion and firmness. "Kylie, the pre-school class is for big boys and girls who use the potty. It's a place where we learn and grow together. If we can't make progress with potty training, we'll have to consider if you’re ready for this class. We have a daycare here as well for little ones who aren’t quite there yet.” Kylie's heart sank even further at Ms. Lily's words. She didn't want to lose her place in the pre-school class, surrounded by friends her own age. She wiped her eyes, her voice trembling as she responded, "I don't want to go to the daycare class, Ms. Lily. I'll try harder, I promise." Ms. Lily's expression softened as she saw the genuine determination in Kylie's eyes. She reached out and gently squeezed Kylie's hand. "I believe in you, Kylie. We all have setbacks sometimes, but it's how we learn and grow from them that matters. Let's give it our best shot, okay?" Kylie nodded, a mix of determination and vulnerability coursing through her. She would do whatever it took to prove to Ms. Lily that she could be a big girl, that she could overcome her supposed accidents. She wanted to be seen as responsible and capable, not as a child pretending to be something she wasn't. Throughout the rest of the day, Kylie made a concerted effort to stay dry. She listened attentively during learning activities, enthusiastically participated in arts and crafts, and engaged in games with her classmates. The fear of being sent to the daycare class loomed over her, motivating her to push herself harder than ever before. As the day came to a close, Ms. Lily gathered the children for circle time once again. Kylie's heart raced as she sat among her peers, her eyes darting to Ms. Lily, seeking approval. She wanted to show her progress, to prove that she belonged in the pre-school class. Ms. Lily began the session by reviewing the alphabet. As each letter was called out, the children eagerly raised their hands and took turns identifying the corresponding sound. Kylie's small hand shot up, her voice clear and confident as she correctly identified each letter. The pride on Ms. Lily's face was evident as she praised Kylie's effort. "Great job, Kylie! You're doing so well with your letters. I'm proud of you." A mix of relief and exhilaration washed over Kylie. She had proven herself, even in the midst of her self-imposed challenges. It was a small victory, but it gave her hope that she could continue to make progress. As the day ended and parents arrived to pick up their children, Kylie walked towards the door, backpack slung over her shoulder. Ms. Lily approached her, her voice filled with encouragement. "Remember, Kylie, tomorrow is a new day. Let's keep working together to achieve our goals." The morning sun cast its warm glow into the bustling classroom of Childtime, where the children eagerly gathered around the craft table. Kylie's heart fluttered with anticipation as she joined her classmates, her mind swirling with mischief and the need for attention. It had been weeks since her fleeting attempt to use the potty, and her desires for the nurturing touch of Ms. Lily had overridden any sense of self-control. As the children sat engrossed in their crafts, the room filled with the sound of laughter and the vibrant colors of construction paper and glue. Kylie, however, felt a growing pressure in her bladder. She knew she had an opportunity to create another "accident," a chance to draw attention to herself once again. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she crouched down behind the table, pretending to focus on her artwork while secretly releasing a stream of warm urine into her pull-up. The familiar thrill surged through her veins as she reveled in the forbidden act. But as she felt the warm wetness spread, an unexpected tightening sensation washed over her. She froze in panic, realizing that in her attempt to flood her pull-up, she had unintentionally soiled herself as well. Fear gripped Kylie's heart as she frantically looked around, hoping that nobody had noticed her predicament. She tried to hide the shame burning within her, clenching her fists and biting her lower lip. The smell, however, began to permeate the room, an unmistakable reminder of her embarrassment. Ms. Lily, who had been helping other children with their crafts, paused as the odor reached her nostrils. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she began to sniff the air, trying to pinpoint the source. Slowly, her gaze landed on Kylie, her face a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Kylie," Ms. Lily called out, her voice tinged with a mixture of compassion and admonishment - she stared at Kylie seriously with her hands on her hip. "Kylie! Is that poopy smell coming from you? Did you make a little mess in your pull up like a baby?" Kylie's heart sank, knowing that she had been caught. She avoided Ms. Lily's gaze, her voice barely a whisper as she admitted her mistake, "Yes, Ms. Lily, I... I had an accident." Ms. Lily sighed, her disappointment evident. "Kylie, this isn't what big girls do. We've been working so hard. I can't understand why you didn't ask me, you are too big to be pooping your pull ups, what do you have to say for yourself." Feeling a mix of humiliation and shame, Kylie lowered her head, her voice barely audible as she responded, "I don't know, Ms. Lily. I just... I… I'm sorry." Ms. Lily, her expression a mix of concern and determination, glanced at the front desk and called out, "Ms. Emily, could you please watch the class for a moment? I need to talk to Kylie privately." Kylie's heart sank even further at the prospect of being singled out and reprimanded. She glanced at the front desk, where Ms. Emily nodded and took her place at the helm of the classroom. Ms. Lily took Kylie's hand gently and led her out into the hallway, away from the curious eyes of her peers. The hallway felt colder and lonelier than ever as they walked further away from the familiar sights and sounds of the pre-school class. Kylie's pulse quickened as they reached the end of the hall, and she realized with a sinking feeling where they were headed. The nursery daycare, a place for the little ones who still needed diapers. The room came into view as they entered, and Kylie's heart dropped. It was filled with vibrant colors, playpens and soft toys. The smell of baby powder hung in the air, reinforcing the realization of the current situation she had brought upon herself. Ms. Lily led Kylie to the changing table, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resolve. "Kylie, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. But if you're going to choose to have accidents like a baby, then we'll have to treat you like one." Kylie's eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and protest. "But Ms. Lily, I'm a big girl! I don't belong here!" Ms. Lily shook her head, her tone firm yet compassionate. "Big girls don't poop their pants, Kylie. You need a reminder of that. Now, lie down on the changing table, and I'll take care of you." Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she reluctantly climbed onto the changing table. The cold vinyl surface sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to the warm embrace she had once sought from Ms. Lily. She lay there, feeling vulnerable and exposed, as Ms. Lily removed her soiled clothing. Kylie looked away as she endured the humiliating diaper change, noticing the soft pastel colors that adorned the walls, and the rows of cribs lined one side of the room. Toys scattered across the floor, their cheery hues only serving to amplify Kylie's sense of embarrassment. She lay on the changing table, feeling the cold plastic beneath her as Ms. Lily expertly fastened a fresh diaper around her waist. As the last tape was secured, Ms. Daisy, the daycare teacher, approached with a playful smile. "Well, well, looks like we have a new addition to the daycare class, huh? Kylie blushed furiously, covering her face in an attempt to hide her shame. Ms. Lily, her voice laced with a mix of affection and disappointment, introduced Kylie to Ms. Daisy. "This is Kylie, and she'll be joining your class if we don't see any progress soon." Ms. Daisy chuckled, her tone light but teasing. "Well, Kylie, don't worry. We have plenty of big boys and girls in the daycare who still need diapers. You'll fit right in!" Kylie's embarrassment deepened as she realized the implications of her actions. She wanted so desperately to prove that she belonged with the big girls and boys in the pre-school class, not in the daycare with the babies. But as Ms. Lily helped her off the changing table and began to dress her, she couldn't escape the reality that she had brought upon herself. Ms. Lily's voice softened as she reassured Kylie, "It's okay, sweetheart. We'll take a break from potty training for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, we can try pull-ups again, okay?" She playfully patted the back of Kylie's diapered bottom, eliciting a mix of embarrassment and resignation from the young girl. Kylie hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to ask, "But what if I need a change? What do I do?" Ms. Lily smiled warmly, her eyes full of understanding. "If you need a change, you can come to the daycare, and Ms. Daisy will take care of you. But remember, this is just for today. If you continue to wear diapers like a baby, then you'll have to be in daycare with the other little ones." With her heart heavy, Kylie nodded, accepting the consequences of her choices. She joined her peers for the remainder of the day, trying her best to participate in games, activities, and playtime. However, a sense of unease lingered within her, a constant reminder of her regression. After naptime, as the children slowly woke up from their slumber, Ms. Lily playfully checked Kylie's diaper. "Time for a little diaper change, sweetie. Off you go to Ms. Daisy." Kylie's face burned with embarrassment as she walked over to Ms. Daisy, who greeted her with a kind smile. The new routine of being changed into a fresh diaper felt both comforting and humiliating at the same time. She longed for the day when she wouldn't need diapers, when she could hold her head high as a big girl. The afternoon passed in a blur of activities and interactions, but the weight of her secret burdened Kylie's every step. As the end of the day approached, parents began to arrive for pick-up. Kylie's heart sank when Ms. Lily called her aside, her voice tinged with a mixture of concern and resolve. "Kylie, I need to talk to your mommy about what's been happening. Let's wait in the pick-up line together, okay?" Kylie's eyes widened with fear as she imagined the upcoming conversation with her mother. Not only would her secret be exposed, but Ms. Lily might also discover the truth about her age. The thought of both outcomes left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, like a small child caught in a lie. They stood together in the parking lot, holding hands, waiting for Kylie's mother to arrive. Kylie's gaze darted nervously from car to car, praying for a delay or a miraculous escape. But deep down, she knew that the truth had to be confronted, no matter how painful it might be. As the sound of an approaching engine reached their ears, Kylie's stomach churned with anxiety. Her mother's car came into view, and Ms. Lily squeezed her hand gently, offering a mixture of support and reassurance. "Remember, Kylie, we're here to help you. Your mommy loves you, and we'll work through this together." Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she nodded, her fear mingling with a glimmer of hope. The moment of truth had arrived, and she could bear to imagine how her mom would react, life was about to be over. The chapter ended with Kylie and Ms. Lily standing side by side, their breaths held in anticipation, as Kylie's mother pulled up in her car.

Hi Everyone, I have had some new inspiration and have completed a lot of writing in the past few weeks. Thank you for the patience. Kyle's Summer Vacation has 3 chapters left including this one, it is pretty close to finished, I just need to edit it. I have a few new stories as well that I plan to launch between now and summer. Hope you enjoy this next installment. CHAPTER 14: DIAPER CHANGE, LUNCH AND A NAP: As Darlene approaches Kyle, she playfully tells him that it's time to go inside and change his poopy bottom. Kyle feels his face turning red with embarrassment as the other kids around them start to giggle. Kyle's face flushed with embarrassment as Darlene took his hand and led him back into the daycare. His diaper felt heavy and saggy, as if it was about to burst at any moment. Every step he took made the thick padding between his legs squish and crinkle loudly, and he couldn't help but waddle awkwardly as he tried to keep up with Darlene's fast pace. He could feel the dampness and mush spreading from the back to the front of his diaper. The warm, moist sensation was both uncomfortable and strangely arousing, and he couldn't help but blush as he imagined what the other kids at the daycare would think of his poopy bottom As they entered the daycare, Kyle felt a sudden urge to hide or run away, but he knew he couldn't escape from Darlene's firm grip. He tried to ignore the giggles and stares of the other kids as they passed by, he felt small and vulnerable, in that moment he was truly just a helpless toddler who desperately needed his bottom cleaned. Despite his embarrassment, Kyle couldn't deny the strange thrill that came from being cared for by Darlene, a beautiful and confident woman who seemed to know exactly what he needed. He knew he should feel ashamed of his dependence on her, but he couldn't help but crave her attention and affection, even if it meant wearing a wet and smelly diaper like a helpless little baby. Darlene leads Kyle over to the changing table in the corner of the room. She helps him up onto the table and instructs him to lay down. Kyle complies, laying still as Darlene begins to undo the tapes on his diaper. All of a sudden the embarrassment is too much and Kyle begins to softly cry. Darlene: "Oh, baby, don't cry. It's okay. I’ve got you. You're such a good boy. Yes, you are. A cute stinky boy! Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Kyle: sniffles "I'm sorry, Darlene. I didn't mean to make a mess." Darlene: "It's alright, sweetie. Everyone has accidents sometimes. That's why we wear diapers, remember?" Kyle: "But I'm too old for diapers. I feel like a baby." Darlene: "It's okay to feel that way sometimes. And you know what? I think you're a pretty cute baby." smiles Kyle: blushes "Thanks, Darlene." Darlene: "Alright, let's get this dirty diaper off of you." As she opens the diaper, the pungent smell of the poop hits her nose. Darlene can see the mess all over Kyle's bottom, and she pulls out some wipes to clean him up. She starts at his legs, wiping away the mess and then moves to his bottom, cleaning it thoroughly. Kyle squirms a little bit, but Darlene manages to keep him still as she works. She makes sure to get all the crevices, and she wipes until he is completely clean. Then she tosses the dirty wipes into the diaper and rolls it up, securing the tapes. "All clean, Kyle," she says, patting his diaper. Kyle looks up at her with a small smile, happy to be taken care of. Feeling relieved yet horribly embarrassed, Kyle climbs down from the changing table and takes Darlene’s hand to go join the others at the lunch tables. As they walked over to the little area with the small tables, Kyle saw all the little kids sitting, chattering away and giggling with each other. He felt out of place among them, and he wished he could just crawl under the table and hide. But Darlene gently nudged him forward, and he reluctantly took a seat at one of the tables. The other kids immediately noticed him and started whispering to each other. Kyle could hear them talking about him, and he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tried to ignore them and focus on his lunch, but he couldn't help feeling self-conscious about the crinkling sound his diaper made every time he moved. One of the little girls sitting across from him pointed at his diaper and asked loudly, "Why are you still wearing a diaper? You're so big!" Kyle felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he wished he could just disappear. Darlene quickly intervened, telling the girl that it wasn't polite to make fun of others and that Kyle was wearing a diaper because he needed it. Kyle was thankful for the help from Darlene, but the damage had been done. As he sat there, picking at his lunch and trying to block out the other kids' whispers, he felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment that he couldn't shake. As Kyle was deep in thought staring into the void that was his simple toddler lunch, a boy sitting across from him started giggling mischievously and picked up a handful of jello from his tray. Before Kyle could react, the boy flung the jello at him, splattering it all over his shirt. Kyle was stunned, but then anger bubbled up inside him. Without thinking, he grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes from his tray and hurled it back at the boy. Unfortunately, his aim was off and the spoonful hit the little girl sitting next to the boy, making her burst into tears. Darlene rushed over to the table, trying to calm the little girl down, and turned to Kyle. "Kyle, what did you do? You know we don't throw food!" "But he threw jello at me first!" Kyle protested. Darlene frowned. "That doesn't matter. We don't solve problems by throwing food. You need to apologize to the little girl and clean up the mess you made." Kyle felt embarrassed as the other kids looked at him, and he quickly apologized to the little girl. Darlene took him by the hand and led him away from the table. As they walked to the bathroom, Kyle muttered under his breath, "It's not fair. He threw jello at me first, but I'm the one who gets in trouble." Darlene heard him and replied gently, "I understand that you're upset, but it's important to learn how to control your reactions. It's not okay to throw food, even if someone else started it. Let's get you cleaned up and find a place more suitable for you to eat lunch." After getting Kyle cleaned up Darlene takes Kyle by the hand and leads him towards the kitchen where the babies are being fed. Kyle complains along the way, "I'm not a baby, Darlene!" But Darlene just shakes her head and says, "Well, you acted like one at lunchtime, didn't you?" Once they get to the kitchen, Darlene leads Kyle over to where Mrs. Butterfeld is feeding some of the smaller babies in the class. Kyle goes wide eyed when Darlene pulls out another baby highchair, he immediately starts to protest, "I can't fit in that thing, Darlene! Look at me, I'm big and that is made for babies!" Darlene chuckles and says, "I know, I know. But we'll make it work, don't worry." After some maneuvering, Darlene is able to get Kyle situated in the highchair. It's a tight fit, but he's able to sit in it with his knees pressed up against the tray. Darlene secures the tray in place and says, "There, see? It's not so bad." Kyle looks down at the bowl of pureed peas in front of him and sighs. "I can't believe I'm in a highchair," he mutters. Darlene responds reassuringly, "Don't worry honey, I think you look adorable” She picks up the spoon and starts feeding Kyle the pureed peas, gently wiping any spills off his chin with a bib. As Darlene continued to feed Kyle in the highchair, he felt a sense of humiliation wash over him. He was a teenager, yet here he was being treated like a baby, spoon-fed in a highchair meant for infants. He felt helpless and frustrated, unable to do anything about his situation. As he sat there, surrounded by the other babies in the room, he couldn't help but feel like an embarrassed. He was different from them, not only in age but in mentality. While they were content to be fed and cared for like infants, Kyle longed to be treated like a teenager, with independence and respect. These thoughts and emotions swirled around in his head, making him feel more and more like a baby. He tried to push the feeling away, but it was too overwhelming. Tears welled up in his eyes, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. Darlene notices Kyle starting to cry and quickly goes into caretaker mode. She starts to playfully tickle his tummy and make silly faces, trying to get him to eat. "Oh no, what's wrong little guy? Don't you like your peas?" she coos, her voice dripping with baby talk. Kyle initially protests, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation, but as Darlene continues her playful antics, he starts to relax and even giggle a little bit. He feels a strange mix of comfort and embarrassment as she treats him like a baby, but he also can't deny that the attention she's giving him feels nice. Darlene continues to spoon feed Kyle, using airplane noises and silly faces to coax him into eating. As she wipes a bit of food from his chin, she notices the corners of his mouth start to turn up into a smile. "“There, there," she said, "You did such a good job eating like a big boy.” she says, grinning back at him. "You're such a cute little guy." Kyle can't help but blush at her words, feeling a warmth in his chest as she continues to take care of him. Despite feeling embarrassed about being treated like a baby, he can't deny that he enjoys the attention and care that Darlene is giving him. As lunchtime comes to an end, Darlene leads Kyle back to the toddler room for naptime. Kyle is hesitant to go back to the room with the same kids who teased him earlier, but Darlene reassures him that everything will be okay. As they enter the room, Darlene helps Kyle get settled into his cot, tucking him in with his favorite blanket. The room is filled with soft lullaby music, and Darlene begins to gently pat Kyle's back in a soothing motion. "Close your eyes, Kyle," she whispers. "It's time for a nap." Kyle feels a sense of comfort in the way Darlene is taking care of him, and he slowly begins to drift off to sleep. The sounds of the other children in the room fade away as he falls into a deep slumber. As the lullaby music comes to an end, Darlene gently starts to wake the children. Kyle stirs awake, yawns and stretches, feeling rested and refreshed. Darlene walked around the room, waking up the kids from their naptime. She went to each child's sleeping mat, gently shaking them awake and whispering for them to go to the bathroom before they could go outside and play. Kyle tried to hide his wet diaper from her, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He turned his back to her, hoping she wouldn't notice the wetness. "Kyle, its potty time for everyone, how is your diaper doing? Did you have an accident?" Darlene asked as she approached him. Kyle shook his head, his face turning red with embarrassment. "No, I didn't have an accident," he muttered, hoping she wouldn't notice the dampness in his diaper. "Are you sure? It looks like your diaper is wet," Darlene said, gently lifting the back of his shirt to check. Kyle blushed even harder, feeling exposed and humiliated. "I...I don't know how it happened," he stammered, avoiding her gaze. "It's okay, sweetie, I think its safe to say you’re not quite ready for the potty" Darlene said soothingly, "Let's go change your diaper, and then you can join the others for arts and crafts."

Apologies for the delay in writing this update, I've had a very busy year and needed to put this to the side. I'm going to try to get back into this story and expand on some others I have an idea for as well. My plan is for this to be 20 chapters and then I might pick up further from there. Chapter 12 > As Kyle was led out the door he was immediately hit with a sense of humiliation and anxiety over the exposed nature of his situation. He must have looked ridiculous – walking along holding hands with Darlene dawning nothing but his blue Bulbasaur t-shirt, white socks, white shoes and a big fluffy white diaper with a strip of nursery designs along the top. He so wished that he was holding hands with Darlene under different circumstances, maybe on a date walking along the lake looking for a spot to have lunch. Instead, she was leading him over to a playground so he could have some fun outside and play with the other “little cubs” under proper supervision. As they turned the corner and approached the playground, Kyle saw a chaotic swarm of the children running around. As much as he was humiliated by his predicament, the play area did look fun. It was a typical set up standard swings, teeter-tots, monkey bars and a huge jungle gym with a catwalk and slide. What made it special was that the entire area had a whimsical nature theme to it, with several oversized soft animal statues that decorated the entire area – the large bear in on the exterior of the main area had caught Kyle’s attention. It seemed to be a good place to hide and avoid being out in the open. Darlene noticed Kyle pulling toward the bear as they got near the edge of the play area. “Alrighty here we are little buddy, what looks fun?! Does someone want to go for a ride on Bubbles the Grizzly bear?” she asked him excitedly. “His name isn’t bubbles, you made that up, that is silly” Kyle laughed as he made his way over to the bear. “Of course, that is bubbles and I don’t think he’d appreciate you making fun of his name! Here let’s go get you up there and then you can think about what you want to do!” Darlene said enthusiastically “Uhhh okay – I guess that might be fun” Kyle said sheepishly, realizing that now he’d be propped up in his current state, totally ruining his plan to hide out. “Up you go!” Darlene said, patting the top of the bear and guiding Kyle to climb up on top. She playfully gave his diaper a bit pat as he made his mount making Kyle blush immensely. The bear had almost a saddle like shape to it that caused Kyle’s diaper to get squished up against his crotch giving him a tight feeling around his growing. Being up above with a clear vantage point he could see everyone playing. Karly was running across the cat walk and she locked eyes on Kyle and gave out a big smile and waived excitedly at him. She quickly made her way down the jungle gym and starting running over toward Darlene and Kyle. “Hiiii Kyle! Wow you look sooo cool up there!” she said playfully Darlene scooped her up into her arms saying “Awww little miss you want to join your friend up on bubbles?” Karly shook her head rapidly and Darlene lifted her up, placing her right in Kyle’s lap. She squirmed around and leaned back tilting her head back at Kyle to give him a big reverse hug. “Hiiiiii - are you are having fun?!” she asked loudly “Uhhh I guess, haven’t done much yet not sure I really feel like playing” he responded “dawww you have to plays – we can go on the swings if you wants” she said happily As she leaned forward Karly took more notice of her position and turned to Kyle with an inquisitive face. “Heee heee you look like a baby Kyle, where are your shorts silly?” Karly giggled with a genuine curiosity Kyle blushed 10 shades of red and Darlene but in to respond “Karlyyyy be nice, Kyle had a little accident early and his shorts are in the dryer. Now don’t call him a baby, okay?” she said kindly She quickly responded apologetically “Awww I wasn’t trying to be mean, I sowwy Kyle” “it’s okay Karly, I know it’s sort of silly and didn’t mean it that way” Kyle responded nicely Karly turned and wrapped herself around Kyle’s giving him a big hug. Once again, her aggressive movement put pressure on Kyle’s stomach. He was rudely reminded that he had yet to go number 2 today. The mixture of the bottle and his breakfast was starting to turn in his stomach. At that moment though it didn’t feel like an emergency and sort of went away once Karly let go of him. “Well you two, did I hear you wanted to try out the swing set?” Darlene inquired trying to get Kyle to engage in the play session with her friend. “Yah! Let’s do it!” Karly screamed loudly. She put her arms out and Darlene lifted her up off of Kyle setting her softly down on her feet. Darlene turned back to Kyle “Okay big boy you redy to have some fun” Kyle simply nodded sheepishly as he took Darlene’s hand and let her help guide him off the bear, As he hopped down, he inadvertently let some gas escape as his feet hit the ground. He blushed but no one had seemed to notice. Darlene took both their hands and started to walk over toward the swing set. As they approached the swings, Karly let go of Darlene’s hand and sprinted towards them hopping into one of the seats and immediately beginning to swing back n forth. Kyle apprehensively kept his gaze down as they made their way over, again hoping he could make himself invisible. He reluctantly let go of Darlene’s hand as he walked toward his side of the swing set. He felt the back of his shirt pulled lightly. “ah ah ah hold on real quick hunny.” Darlene said as she pulled out the back of Kyle’s diaper quickly to check him. “looks all clean to me, sorry little buddy I thought I might have smelled a poopy” she said playfully Kyle looked back at her, almost with teary eyes, feebily responding “I, I might need to go number 2 soon, you think you can take me to the bathroom after the swings?” he pleaded “Well you know typically we don’t take little one’s to the potty if they are in diapers and not pull ups, but maybe we can make an exception – still you’ll have to wait for potty time which is coming up right after playtime – you just need to hold it for 15 more minutes okay sweety?” she responded sympathetically “Alrighty I think I can do that, thank you Darlene” Kyle said disappointedly He slowly made his way to the swing. He started to pump and swing alongside Karly. He found it to be surprisingly relaxing, the rhythm giving rise to a certain sense of serenity and bliss. “watch how far I can go!” Karly said as he she let go of her swing jumping a few feet forward. Very proud of herself she turned around with her hands on her hips “Come on Kyle jump! I bet you can’t beat me!” she said egging him on Kyle wasn’t inclined to meet her challenge but figured he might as well, since he could easily beat her jump. He gave the swing a few extra pumps and he let go at the very high point thinking this would give him maximum distance. Unfortunately he’d miscalculated as launched mostly upward and landed with his feet almost right where Karly was. “heehee – we tied! Let’s do it again” Karly said excitedly. “You’re on” Kyle said – a little embarrassed to feel so inclined to beat a 4 year old in a swing set competition. They went back to the swings getting ready to jump again. As Kyle was swinging back n forth, the pressure in his bowels had gotten worse but he ignored it, more focused on winning this playful game. Karly let go first and went to pretty much the exact place she had gone before. Kyle figured if he let go just as he was at the bottom of the pendulum, he’d be able to jump further. He pumped hard and let go, launching rapidly forward past Karly. He hit the ground faster than he expected and he lost his footing falling onto his hands and knees. “That doesn’t count you fell!” Karly said excitedly Darlene had run over to Kyle to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “aww buddy, are you okay?” she said concerned as she crouched down to his level putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uhhh I, I, I’m okay” he responded. Kyle was not hurt, however he was simply frozen in position. The sudden fall on to all fours caused rapid pressure on his bowels and he’d let out a very wet fart right as he hit the ground. He couldn’t move, fully realizing that any more pressure at this point would cause him to full on mess his diaper. Darlene came over to intervene “Kyle what’s wrong honey, why.. ohhh” she’d caught a whiff of what happened. She inspected the back of his diaper, observing small slight mess splattered across his bottom. “Oh sweety its okay, don’t worry its just a small little accident.” She said as she continued to rub his back trying to comfort the poor boy. “Why don’t we get you up and we can sit you down over in the shade until playtime is over” she said trying her best to find a solution. Kyle was still unresponsive and simply looked up toward Darlene with half teary eyes and a scared expression. She quickly realized the issue. “aww little one, do you need to make a poopy? It’s okay just let it out, you’ll feel so much better.” She said as she sat down next to him. She tilted his head up so he was looking at her in the eyes. She could see that the was sniffling and beginning to cry. She reached into her pocket and took Kyle’s pacifier out, holding it up to his lips. “Here you go big boy, suck on this for me.” He gave no resistance to the pacifier, knowing that at the very least it would distract him from what was gearing up to be the most embarrassing moment of his life. “Alright honey, now I want you to push, can you do that for me? Push little one” Darlene said encouragingly with a big smile as she rubbed her hands through Kyle’s hair. Without any more resistance, Kyle did as he was asked and let his bowels loose. His face turned a deep shade of red as pushed hard and began to fill the seat of his diaper. “That’s a good boy, just get it all out, you’re being so brave” Darlene said to console him through the moment. He continued to push through teary eyes. The back of his diaper expanded rapidly and grew quickly discolored. It was rather obvious what had happened at this point to any onlookers. “There there cutie, you’re doing such a good job for me” she said as Kyle let out his final push and appeared that he may be finally done. “Alrighty mr. stinky pants are you all done?” she asked presumptively. Kyle just nodded his head in response, hoping that somehow, he could just sink into the ground. “Okay then baby let’s stand up and we can find somewhere for you to hangout okay? Darlene said with a big smile. Kyle took her hand an slowly got up, feeling the large mess in the back of his diaper drop slightly as he began to move. The sensation caused him to waddle as he was lead over to a tree shaded area where there was a blanket laid out and several babies were being tended to by Candy. As they approached Darlene said, “Hey Candy, having fun?” Candy responded, “Yep just watching after these little ones who aren’t quite big enough for the jungle gym, did you bring me another little guy to watch?” “Yep, Kyle just filled his pampers and it’s probably best he just hangs out here for the next few minutes until it’s time to go in.” Darlene said somewhat loudly. Candy, replied “ohhh yah of course, I’ll keep an eye on him. Poor little guy” Kyle was mortified by the exchange and just kept his eyes glued to the floor. Darlene crouched down next to him, “Okay buddy can you kneel down here for me and hang tight until playtime is over?” she said playfully Kyle just nodded his head in response, not feeling confident enough to use words in this moment. “Okay good boy, I’ll go get you something to play with.” Darlene came back with some megablocks for Kyle “okay cutie play with these for a few minutes and we’ll be back inside in no time.” She said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Kyle mindlessly looked at the blocks and observed his surroundings. Realizing in that moment he was sitting in a messy diaper, playing with blocks in the area reserved for little infants. He only hoped that this day would end sooner than later.

Hi everyone! just wanted to send a quick update that the story will be continuing in a few weeks. I’ll also be starting a few new stories. The last three months I’ve been very busy and I have been in between homes as I renovate my new place. I should be settled in the next few weeks and will finally have time to write again. Appreciate the patience and looking forward to adding to this.

Chapter 11: Kyle’s First Day – Part 2 Kyle timidly toddled behind Mrs. Butterfeld as she led him by the hand into the play area. Kyle instinctively looked down at the ground, trying his best to sink into the floor so no one could see him. He naturally drifted toward the open play area, figuring he would join the group hovering around Candy playing with the block structure but then he felt himself being pulled to the side toward the playpen by the window next to the changing tables. Realizing what was happening as they approached playpen, Kyle began to protest. “Mrs. Butterfeld this is really embarrassing – can’t I just play out here please? Mrs. Butterfeld then said, “You can play blocks later on today, for now honey – I want you to have some alone time to adjust and calm down.” She said as she opened the side gate of the playpen, gently directing Kyle inside. She then shut the gate behind him. It wasn’t very tall, and Kyle could likely have climbed out with some effort, but he understood he was on thin ice as is and didn’t want to bring any further attention to himself, so he just took a seat obediently. “Alright honey, you just relax, and I’ll find a little activity for you to keep busy with. Lots of fun comfy toys in here for you to play with. You can even make a little tower out of the soft blocks.” Mrs. Butterfeld added as she went to fetch him something from the activity box. Staring around the playpen, he noticed it was just about 8 x 8 ft and contained a plethora of stuffed baby toys. It was obviously for the infants and babies who came to daycare, apparently Kyle met that distinction in his current state. Without much else to do, he laid down on his stomach and spread out on the floor grabbing a stuffed bear and a lion from the corner of the pen. Mrs. Butterfeld returned shortly, delicately stepping in the playpen with Kyle, she crouched down with some crayons and a coloring book placing them next to him. “Here you go, I got you the most age appropriate one I could find – I hope you like superheroes – figured a big teenager like you might be into this.” She said as she handed it to him. “Yah I like them but I’m not really into coloring, I guess I can try it out… thank you I guess” Kyle said removing his pacifier as he attempted to show his maturity and remind the woman that he was not a total baby. “No problem cutie, now sit tight in here for 15 minutes and I’ll come see how you’re doing when we are ready for table time” She said playfully as she got up and gave him a swift pat on his diaper before exiting the playpen to leave Kyle to his alone time. As seconds turned into minutes, Kyle did his best to keep himself busy in the playpen he’d been confined to. In truth, he was relieved to be in his own private space at this moment, afraid of the reaction his exposed diaper might get from the other children in. No doubt he felt immense shame having to be separated from the playful toddlers as a means of protecting his dignity but he figured it was for the best. As disinterested as he was, Kyle began to look through the coloring book to pass the time. Finally, he decided he’d take a try at the page depicting Thor battling Loki, it was his favorite of the Marvel universe. As he filled in the page, he wasn’t really paying a lot of attention and as such found himself outside the lines more often than he should have. A few minutes passed and Kyle was starting to get comfortable. The coloring was soothing his anxiety and he started to forget about his surroundings. His focus had turned to his comfy little area and his mind began to drift into a blissful state of complacency. Suddenly Kyle’s concentration was broken when he heard a sweet voice from above him. As he looked up and saw Darlene looking down at him. “Well, hey there buddy, sorry I missed you this morning – I was helping out in the lobby but now I’m here to play! Are you having fun in here?” she said with a big smile on her face. Kyle quickly removed his pacifier before responding, “ummm yah I guess – it’s a little boring in here by myself but I’ll admit it’s pretty comfy. I’ve just been coloring for a bit. Want to see?” Kyle said shyly as he held up his coloring book. “Oh such a pretty picture – well cutie it’s table time, Mrs. Butterfeld wanted me to check on you. Did you want to come join in with one of the activities? We have playdo, puzzle games, hot wheels and even a train set. Does any of that sound fun?” she asked encouragingly “I..I don’t know” Kyle studdered as he thought carefully about what awaited him outside the confines of his safe little area… “I might just want to stay in here for a bit longer if that is okay…” he said timidly. “Aww that’s okay, but I don’t want you to be lonely, want me to come in there and color with you for a little until you’re ready?” Darlene said giving Kyle some agency to decide whether he wanted company. “Uhhh sure although not sure there is much room, it’s a little small in here.” he responded “We’ll make it fit, just going to have to snuggle!” Darlene said excitedly. She climbed in the playpen and laid down next to Kyle. Grabbing another coloring book, flipping to a random page, and snuggled close to Kyle. As time passed on Kyle began to look around the room to see what was going on. He got up on his knees to peer above the railings. He saw several children at different stations playing various games and engaging in their activities as Mrs. Butterfeld and Candy supervised the chaos. Suddenly Kyle felt to fingers slip inside the leg gathering of his diaper. He flinched and looked back at Darlene who had taken the opportunity to check his exposed padding. Kyle’s face blushed bright red as recoiled away from her. “Aww don’t worry honey, you’re all dry! I was just checking your diapy. Mrs. Butterfeld told me someone had a little accident this morning.” She said somewhat apologetically. “It wasn’t fair I didn’t have the chance to ask anyone to take me to the bathroom, if it wasn’t for these stupid rules I wouldn’t have had an accident.” Kyle said defiantly. Darlene immediately changed her tone, sat upright and looked sternly at Kyle in the eyes, “We don’t say that word Kyle, that is naughty and you could have just as easily of asked to go to the potty – so let’s not make excuses. All things considered, we should have been more on top of asking you, but don’t worry we’re going to work on it and I’m sure you’ll be out of a diapers soon. For now though – it’s clear that you still need them, so it’s our job to make sure you’re clean and dry – do you understand me?” She exclaimed with her hands on her hips. Kyle quickly redirected and sheepishly looked at the floor responding, “yes Ms. Darlene, I understand – it’s just everyone is treating me like I’m a baby and it’s not fair you know – I’m a grown up.” He pleaded. Darlene was sympathetic and felt bad for Kyle but knew there were deeper things going on, she gently lifted his chin so he was looking at her in the eyes. “Oh honey, I know you’re a big boy – but part of being a grown up is being honest and knowing when to ask for help. Right now you need a little bit of help and that is okay. So instead of fighting it and being a stubborn, let’s just get with the program. I think you’ll realize it’s a lot easier that way and soon you won’t be as embarrassed about it. So can you be my brave little guy and look on the bright side of all this?” she said in a sincere tone. “I guess I can try” Kyle said quietly. “That’s my good boy. Well I think it’s about snack time, how about I go grab us a little something and I’ll bring us a little game to play, does that sound good?” she asked “Yep that sounds great” Kyle said with a smile. Darlene quickly climbed out of the playpen and went along to the kitchen area where Mrs. Butterfeld was lining out drinks and snacks for everyone. Kyle decided to lay down on his back against the soft plush toys. He stuck the pacifier back in his mouth and began to sift through different stuffed animals trying to decide on one to hold for comfort. As he finally settled on a huge stuffed lion – Darlene had come back and was looking at him from over the railing. She gushed as she saw the petit boy lying against the mountain of stuffies, sucking on his pacifier with his legs splayed out and his big puffy diaper on display for everyone to see. Kyle hid behind his stuffed animal, slightly embarrassed in his current position. Darlene played along, as she climbed in the playpen she said “hmmm where did Kyle go – not over here, not here – where could he of gone?” Kyle was slightly turned off by the childish play but was hesitant to show his face. Then suddenly he felt the stuffed animal get pulled away from him as Darlene said “there he is! What a good little hider you are!” she laughed playfully as she settled down next to him. “Well honey are you hungry?” she asked presumptively Kyle just nodded his head sheepishly. “Well, how about you come over here, snuggle up with me and I can give you your baba?” Darlene said as she shook a fresh baby bottle in Kyle’s direction. Kyle face flushed red at the thought of being fed a bottle in the open like this, however he was excited by the thought of cuddling in Darlene’s lap. She was a 10/10 in his mind and although embarrassing, he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt. Kyle simply nodded his head and crawled over to Darlene. She prompted him to lay his head across her lap on a pillow she’d set across her. Kyle looked up with wide eyes as Darlene looked down at him with a smile. “Okie big boy, let’s have some baba” she said sweetly as she removed his pacifier from his mouth and placed nipple of the bottle against his lips Kyle timidly received the bottle and started sucking slowly. The thick warm liquid had an odd taste to it to which he figured was some sort of baby formula. Darlene stroked Kyle’s hair and softly patted the front of Kyle’s diaper as she hummed a sweet little melody. Kyle was horribly embarrassed, yet soothed, relaxed and incredibly excited at the same time. He closed his eyes and fell into a sleeplike trance as he continued to nurse at the bottle. Time fell away in this moment and then suddenly Kyle was jerked out of his bliss when he was met with air instead of liquid coupled by the loud sound of sucking. “All gone! What a good boy you are, finishing all your baba!” Darlene exclaimed excitedly. “Does that feel better, having a full tummy?” she cooed to Kyle as she rubbed his belly. Kyle opened his eyes and just nodded his head sheepishly as looked up at Darlene. “Well little one, you know what it is time to go outside to play!” she said as she quickly reach two fingers inside Kyle’s diaper to check for wetness. “What a big boy it looks like you’re still dry, so I do not think we’ll have to change you before” she said as Kyle’s face flushed red. “Mrs. Butterfeld didn’t want to interrupt your feeding but all the little boys and girls are already out at the play area – so let’s go put on our shoes and get out there for some fun!” Darlene said excitedly. Kyle looked at Darlene with a fear stricken face “but but I don’t have any pants still, I can’t go out there in just a diaper, please don’t make me” “Oh honey, it’s okay – no one is going to be mean about it and I promise I’ll protect you.” She said encouragingly. Kyle was about to throw a fit and refuse, however Darlene had quickly gotten up, opened playpen while grabbing Kyle’s hand pulling him out of his safe little space. The boy felt so exposed in that moment as he was led across the daycare in nothing but a shirt and diaper. Soon Darlene had him down on a chair as she put his shoes on him and got him ready to go. “Okay baby you just hold my hand and we’re going to go have lots of fun. Are you ready to go outside? She asked him sweetly. “I..I really don’t want to Darlene, I’m scared” Kyle said as he looked down at the ground. Darlene took Kyle’s pacifier out of her pocket and held it to Kyle’s lips “Here you go honey, this will help. Tell you what, I’ll be with you the whole time out there okay? Will that make it better?” She asked Kyle in a pleading tone Kyle just nodded knowing that there was really no use in resisting and he was eager to please Darlene. “That’s my brave boy. Okay well lets get going then, its just outside the door!” she said excitedly as she grabbed Kyle’s hand and lead him out the door.

Hi everyone - apologies for the delay but after 40,000 words and the year end fall push at work I had to take a break. This story is far from over. You can expect another series of chapters to come on board around the holidays. Chapter 11 I’ll post next week. Thank you for the patience and glad so many people have enjoyed my story. ak

This chapter is dedicated to Luna Luvgood - she inspires me to be creative and keep my mind open to all types of possibilities... ❤️ Hope y'all enjoy (If you read this a few hours ago, you might notice I made some changes, sort of rushed through it last night) Chapter 10: Kyle’s First Day As they walked along the tree lined path, Kyle began to feel extremely nervous about what awaited him. So many questions raced through his mind as the reality of the day quickly approached. How many kids would there be? What ages were they? Would he be singled out for being a little bit big? Were any of the kids going to make fun of him? Would the workers be nice? All these questions made the walk go quicker than usual. Much to Kyle’s dismay, about halfway through there walk, he felt the urge to pee. He chose to not mention this to his mother, hoping to avoid a stern talking to, after she asked him twice if he needed to go as they were getting ready to leave the house. Before Kyle knew it they were rounding the corner and his was staring at the now familiar little cubs sign poking above the entrance to the resorts daycare. “Here we are!” his mother said as she opened the door and led Kyle into the bright colorful room where he’d been embarrassedly changed the day before. Kyle’s face was flush red as he entered the room holding his mother’s hand, trying his best to stare at the floor and avoid the moment. In the front of the room a fold out table had been set up to act as a reception desk with a fold out chair in front of it. The table had a large cloth over it that was painted in pastels (undoubtedly an art project by the children) and said “WELCOME LITTLE CUBS!”. As Kyle’s mother scanned the room, she noticed several children were already playing on the mats out in the middle of the room and there was one younger girl tending to them. A large woman wearing a flowy yellow sundress with green polka dots came out from the back of the room and quickly made her way towards them. “Well, hello campers!” she said cheerfully as she made quick strides across the room to greet her new guests. “Apologies I was getting organized, Tuesday is always a little hectic, my name is Mrs. Butterfeld and I am the Little Cubs lead caretaker.” She said introducing herself and extending her hand to Karen. “It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Butterfeld, Darlene had great things to say about you. My name is Karen Connors, and this is my son Kyle” she said as she shook her hand. “Aww yes Darlene filled me in on some of the details this morning before she left to go help out at check in… as I understand it Kyle will be joining us for Little Cubs sessions – we’re going to need to review some of his details… I just want to go over his umm unique circumstances and fill out a few more releases and paperwork” she said with a smile. “She mentioned we’d need to cover a few things, happy to get you up to speed” Karen responded “Alrighty well it won’t take too long, just want to make sure I’m clear on where he’s at and how we want to address his ummm progress” she stammered a little.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she retrieved some papers and gestured Karen to take a seat at the table. Kyle meanwhile was doing his best to ignore what was happening, sheepishly standing with his head down staring at his feet, afraid at the thought of enduring this conversation. Mrs. Butterfeld turned her attention to Kyle, “Hey there buddy, no need to be shy, we’re going to get you all settled in here shortly, it’s a pleasure to meet you cutie” Kyle slowly looked up from the floor, meeting her warm blue eyes with his and without anything else to say he just responded, “uhhh hi there mam, it’s very nice to meet you” he said meekly. “Well, its very nice to meet you young man, now your mommy and I need to go through your paperwork and get a few things tackled. Can you be a good boy and go sit in the seats right over there, we’ll be done very soon, and we can get to having fun!” she said instructively as she gestured toward some small seats opposite the check in table. Kyle nodded and walked over to the waiting chairs, taking a seat in the middle one and resting his chin on his hands as his mother continued speaking with Mrs. Butterfeld. “Okay Mrs. Connors, so as I understand it Kyle is 17 years old… you must know this is a highly unusual circumstance for us to accommodate – but of course, we’re happy to do it. The oldest I’ve had in here before was 12 and she was having similar ummm potty issues. I just want you to understand that we’re going to have to be consistent with our rules and I hope Kyle will be amenable to them…” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she started the conversation. “Oh yes mam, I assure you Kyle is a well-behaved boy and I really appreciate that you’ve opened your doors to us, it’s a huge help for me and I’m hoping he won’t be too much of trouble for you.” Karen said a bit embarrassedly “I’m sure he won’t be. I’d like to understand how we arrived at this point, how long has Kyle been having potty problems? I assume he’s been trained in the past – when did this begin and how has his progress been lately making it to the toilet?” Mrs. Butterfeld asked. Karen felt like she was in the hot seat but was determined to explain with a believable story. “Well mam, frankly Kyle had issues with the potty since the beginning, with weekly accidents and bedwetting until he was about 11 years old. He just hasn’t grown in proportion and his bladder is unusually small. About a 6 weeks ago, we started having daily potty accidents, bedwetting and some behavioral quirks. I took him to the doctor and the test results didn’t show anything, they suggested it was psychological, so we went to a psychiatrist for testing…” She went on to explain the findings from the counseling, his diagnosis with of APD and the regressive therapeutic treatment that was recommended to address his issues. For the most part matching what she’d explained to Darlene the night before in an effort to be consistent. “So that’s basically how we came to this point, I know this is unusual, but I assure you, Kyle really isn’t going to be much different than your other charges. Albeit he might be a 12 inches taller, I’d peg his current maturity level at that of a 3-year-old…” Karen ended with a smile and slight blush “I see… well most 3-year-olds have managed to get potty trained but I understand what you’re saying and it sounds like Little Cubs is the right place for Kyle to be. Darlene explained that he hasn’t been having too much success with his potty training lately, is that correct? Mrs. Butterfeld inquired “Ummm yes, it’s been a struggle lately however I think he is determined to succeed today, so I’m hoping we see some progress during his time at Little Cubs.” Karen said hopefully “We’ll do our best to see him succeed… okay now let’s review the rest of his paperwork. Hmmm okay bottles for naptime, sippies with meals / snacks, got it… okay let’s see ummm – well I think everything else on here is straightforward, let’s just go through a few of the rules and discipline then we’ll get a signature from you and we’ll be all set.” Mrs. Butterfeld said excitedly. She was much more comfortable now that she’d talked with Karen and fully understood Kyle’s situation, although a bit odd – it seemed to make sense to her and as long as the boy was not going to put up a fuss she would be more than happy to care for him. Kyle was doing his best to be invisible as he waited for his mother to finish checking him in. Time was moving by slowly and kids began to trickle into the room one by one as Kyle sat there patiently. As his eye began to wander, noticing the various children entering the room, his attention was drawn to a laminated schedule on the wall next to him. Today’s Little Cubs Daily Schedule: 7:15 – 8:00 AM: Early Morning Drop Off 8:00 – 8:30 AM: Circle Time and Introductions 8:30 – 9:00 AM: Free Play 9:00 – 10:00 AM: Table Activities (puzzles, playdoh, blocks, books, songs, puppets) 10:00 –10:30 AM: Mid morning snack 10:30 – 10:45 AM: Potty Time and Diaper Changing 10:45 – 12 PM: Outside Time (Playground and Field Play) 12:00 – 1:00 PM: Lunch time (Potty Time and Diaper Changing) 1:00 – 1:45 PM: Nap time 1:45 – 2:30 PM: Story Time and Puppet Show 2:30 – 2:45 PM: Potty Time and Diaper Changing 2:45 – 3:45 PM: Arts and Crafts 3:45 – 5:00 PM: Free Play and Pick Up Kyle’s heart dropped as he read the schedule over again. He’d not realized that this was going to be so structured and that being resigned to little cubs was going to prevent him from doing any of the other Kids Club stuff that he was familiar with. Well at least it’s only a week or so he thought to himself, he’d deal with it and then get his blue band back for next week. He was suddenly reminded of his intense need to pee that was starting to creep up on him and get increasingly more urgent. Being stubborn, he was determined to wait until his mother had left before asking to use the bathroom. “I can make it” he thought to himself as he started to curl his toes in and shuffle in his seat. A short while later, he heard his mother say, “well looks like that is all then!” in a satisfied tone. Kyle looked up from his anxious train of thought, as Mrs. Butterfeld rounded the table heading toward him. She extended her hand out to Kyle saying, “Alright buddy, you’re all set – let’s show your mommy around and get your things settled in your cubby.” She said cheerfully Kyle cautiously took hold of her hand and let her lead him toward the cubbies on the wall opposite the front door of the room. As they approached Kyle could see there were about 18 cubbies on the wall and 11 had name tags on them, he noticed Karly’s name on one and then his right next to it. “Here we are now this is your little space to put your things” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she took Kyle’s backpack off of him and set it neatly on the shelf. “Here is his diaper bag – I also packed a few more pull ups in there in case that one gets tired.” Karen’s mother said as she handed the bag to Mrs. Butterfeld. “Oh why thank you Karen, that is very helpful and we always like to have extra supplies on hand. I’m sure Kyle being such a big boy will do great with the potty but it’s good to have backup plans.” She responded. “Well now that we have your things put away, let’s take a quick look around.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she proceeded to show them around the room. They perused the toy boxes, free play area, art area, kitchen, nap area and finally ended at the changing area near the back of the room where Kyle had been the day before to have his messy diaper changed. “Now Kyle, I just want to go over the Potty Rules with you and your mommy really quick then we’ll be ready to say bye bye and start playing!” she said earnestly Kyle’s face blushed 10 shades of red as he tried his best to grit his teeth, nod his head and endure this painfully embarrassing situation. “Okie dokie – so here are the rules: 1. Children in diapers who can stay dry longer than 2 hours at a time and have no messy accidents for longer than 4 hours, qualify to start our potty-training program, pending their parents’ approval of starting the program. 2. For children in potty-training – they must be in pull ups, until they can go 3 straight days with no accidents 3. In the event a child in potty-training has an accident in there pull ups, they will be put in diapers for the remainder of the day and can begin the training again the next day, as long as they meet the requirements of rule number 1. 4. All children in potty training must ask for assistance to use the potty and will be taken by the next available to caretaker. 5. All children are provided with a potty / diaper chart. We mark every change and potty time use during the day to track progress. “Well, that is all there is to it! I know you’re far too big to be in diapers and I’m sure your chart is going to be full of gold stars, but I just want to make sure you aware of how our program works!” Mrs. Butterfeld said cheerfully. Karen then chimed in “You got it all cutie, I want to make sure you understand and follow these rules baby.” Kyle sheepishly responded to his mother and Mrs. Butterfeld saying “ugh yes I understand the rules, I’m not planning on any accidents.” He said as his face flushed, fully realizing that his urgency to pee was getting very bad and if someone pushed him the wrong way, he might flood his pants right there. “Oh goodie, well I’m sure you’ll be a great example for the other children and we can count on your to not just be one of our little helpers” Mrs. Butterfeld said “Yes mam, I’ll be happy to help” Kyle said excited to be showered with the compliment. The large woman proceeded to take his hand, pulling him toward the group of children in the middle of the room, where a young woman was helping them build a block structure. “Kyle can you say hello to Ms. Candy? She is one of our special workers here” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Candy turned to look up from the floor standing up quickly to greet them, “Why hello there everyone, aww you’re a cutie aren’t you, I’m Candy it’s so nice to meet you!” The beautiful and tall blonde, blue eyed girl must have stood near 6 ft tall which was not evident until she stood up. To Kyle’s surprise and delight she quickly walked toward him and gave him a big hug. Kyle responded shyly saying “Hi Ms. Candy, I’m Kyle it’s nice to meet you, what are you guys playing?” trying his best to be interested in the activity she was leading. “Well nice to meet you too! We’re building a little city, why don’t you say bye bye to your mommy then you can come help us out!” she answered excitedly. Candy was rather surprised by Kyle’s size however she recalled talking to Darlene the night before about a teenager that was going to be in little cubs the next day, so she figured Kyle must be who she was talking about and did her best to hide any judgement. “Uhhh okay that sound good…” Kyle said as he turned to his mother and Mrs. Butterfeld. Kyle’s mom went in to give him a big hug and a kiss, then said “Alright cutie I want you to be big boy for me, listen to Ms. Candy, Ms. Darlene and Mrs. Butterfeld okay?” she said encouragingly “I will mom, I promise.” Kyle said in response. “That’s my good boy, now play nice and mommy will be back to pick you up at the end of the day!” she said as she gave him another kiss on the cheek and followed Mrs. Butterfeld back to the entrance of the room. Kyle proceeded to take a seat next to Candy and watched his mother as she began to make her way toward the door, still determined to wait until she was out of sight to ask to use the potty, which was becoming ever more urgent. “Hey Kyle baby, can you find us a cone shaped block from the box over there, we need one more to finish the top of this tower and we don’t have anymore!” Candy asked pointing over to box by the window, trying to get Kyle to engage in the play. “Yah definitely!” Kyle said, happy to be involved and even more so to do something asked of him by a girl so pretty. Kyle shuffled over on his knees to the box in the middle of the room, he quickly identified a yellow cone shaped block and brought it over to the group playing As Kyle crawled toward them, he started to observe the room, he noticed there were 3 boys and 1 girl playing with the blocks and 4 or so children who had recently arrived and were getting their cubbies situated with their parents. Everyone seemed to be in the 2- to 5-year-old range but he couldn’t be sure. Two of the boys playing blocks had rainbow bracelets on but the others had orange wrist bands. Kyle was a bit intimidated by this, assuming earlier that everyone in Little Cubs would be in diapers or pull ups… he just hoped he wouldn’t be subject to being made fun of… as long as he stayed dry he figured he could avoid it. He really needed to go potty, so he checked the room again, getting ready to ask Candy for assistance. Much to Kyle’s disappointment, he noticed his mother was still standing by the entrance engaged in a conversation with Candice who had recently arrived with Karly. This was putting further delay on his ability to ask to use the bathroom, so he resigned himself to just continue playing with group and wait for his mother to leave. “Okay I got it” he said as he returned to the group with the cone block. “Awesome buddy! Now why don’t you put it right there, you’re just in time for us to finish this, it’s about to be circle time.” She said cheerfully as she pointed toward the top of the block tower the group had been building. Kyle did as he was told and fit the cone on top of the tower. Candy cheered him on, “Wow that’s so amazing, what a great job! Thanks for finishing this with the perfect block Kyle” she said while clapping and encouraging the other children to clap as well. Kyle was not enthused by the attention, but he was much more concerned with his need to go to the bathroom. Quickly after that moment, he heard Mrs. Butterfeld announce – “Alright children it’s circle time now, let’s all get together, time to put the toys down and get to know one another” she said cheerfully but instructively. Everyone quickly shuffled around, Candy moved the block structure to the side of the room and as Kyle tried still on his knees went to get her attention, but was then interrupted by a rambunctious Karly who came barreling toward him to give him a big hug! “Hi Kyles – I’m so happy we get to be in the same classes, and you can play wifs me!” she said cheerfully hanging on his neck a bit and dragging him away from likely his last chance to get Candy’s attention to take him to the potty. Doing his best to not upset the little girl he responded to Karly saying, “Yep Karly – we’re going to play later, but I need to get Ms. Candy’s attention right now.” Not listening to Kyle, Karly just continued to hold onto him, hindering his ability to stand up easily. Candice and Karen saw the precious moment as they prepared to leave, with Candice calling out, “aww look at the best friends, so adorable, now play nice we’ll be back soon!” she said as they exited out the front doors. Kyle knew his time was running out and he noticed that the circle had began to take shape, so he probably only had a few seconds before his window to get Candy’s attention would close. He tried to quickly stand up, but Karly continued to hold onto him, as he did his best to lightly shake her off him, she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist as he stood up and as she squeezed hard it put unwelcome pressure on his full bladder. That perfect combination of timing and positioning, was all it took and without any notice – Kyle involuntarily let a huge spurt of pee leak out into his pull up. Terrified by the outcome, he quickly crouched back down to his knees in attempt to hold his crotch and control the flow from getting worse. Then he heard Mrs. Butterfeld say, “Okay children, counting down now, everyone find there place in the circle, 10, 9 , 8…” All the children including Karly, crawled to different positions that had opened around the circle, reactively Kyle followed Karly and found a spot open right next to her. He tried to assess how badly he’d wet his pull up, he could barely tell it was wet, so he figured it couldn’t be that bad and perhaps it wouldn’t be noticeable. He still needed to pee badly and now that everyone had taken their positions, his opportunity to ask for the potty had become complicated. He wasn’t about to ask in front of all these children out in the open like this. He just hoped he could hold it until circle time was over. Mrs. Butterfeld then began to speak “Alright Little Cubs who is excited for another amazing fun day!” she said loudly with the kids cheering in affirmation. She continued, “Well mee too and we have an awesome day planned for y’all. Today we have two very special new friends, so we’re going to play the name game to get everyone familiar with each other. Here how its going to work, I’ll roll this ball to on of you and then we’ll pass it around. When you get it I want to you say your name, your favorite animal and then I want you to make the sound that animal makes and act it out in the circle!” “Does everyone understand?” she asked presumptively “Uh huh!” the children said in response. “Well okay then, I’ll start. My name is Mrs. Butterfeld and my favorite animal is a lion and lions go roarrrr!” she said as she jumped up and made a big lion roar sound as she took big steps around the circle with her hands held out front like claws. All the children laughed and after she sat down, she the the ball to a little girl at the other side of the room. “My name is Sarah and my favorite animal is a pony!” the little girl said as she then jumped up and skipped around the circle going Nayyyy. She continued for a while before Candy grabbed her and put her down so the circle time could continue. Kyle was watching this go around and on top of trying to decide whether he’d use a Dog or an Eagle as his favorite animal – he was desperately trying to prevent himself from further wetting his pull up. Karly had gotten the ball, so Kyle knew he was next. “Hiii my name is Karly and my favorite animalz is a fishy and fishys go, blub blub blub” she said as she walked back in forth with her arms out front pretending to swim in the water. She quickly finished and came back to her seat. “That was very good Karly! Now you can pass the ball.” Mrs. Butterfeld said encouragingly Kyle was given the ball and wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Trying his best to fit in he said, “My name is Kyle and my favorite animal is a dog” He proceeded to get on all fours and make a trip around the circle going “rough, rough” as he did his best to play the role of dog. About halfway around the circle Kyle began to lose control of his bladder and much to his dismay he began to uncontrollably let spurts of pee into his pull up. He hurried as fast as he could around the circle to get back to a position where he could stop the flow, finally making it to his position in the circle he took his seat carefully and did his best to cover up his accident. With his face flushed, he quickly passed the ball to the child next to him. Trying to avoid eye contact in a feudal attempt to cover up his shame. “That was a very good doggy Kyle!” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Kyle uttered a timid, “Thank you” and then continued to zone out on the dire situation of his now relatively soaked undergarment. He checked his pants for wetness as discreetly as possible and it was clear to him at this point, and the wetness was beyond explaining away. They were about halfway through circle time when he determined that he was pretty much locked into his fate at this point, deciding there was no point in torturing his bladder any further. He decided to let himself go, relieving the pressure in his stomach and absolutely flooding his pull up. He figured he might be able to sneak off to the bathroom and remove it after circle time, perhaps he could tell Candy or Mrs. Butterfeld that his mom had forgot to put him in one for the day – or maybe he could explain what happened with Karly and his mom earlier and they’d give him a pass since it was the beginning of the day. His mom did say she put extra pull ups in his bag. As Circle time wrapped up, Mrs. Butterfeld announced. “Alright my little cubs, you all did such a good job and I’m so glad we all got to know each other. I absolutely love all your animals. You’ve all earned 30 whole minutes of free play! So y’all get back to having fun and we’ll regroup in a little bit for table time!” All the children quickly scampered around the room. Kyle saw Candy head toward the block tower from before and he decided he’d go rejoin the group. Following the others and Karly, he got on all fours and started crawling toward the block tower on the other side of the play area, hoping that he’d be able to find a chance to sneak off to change himself with everyone distracted in a few minutes. As he was headed toward the others starting to play with the blocks, he heard Mrs. Butterfeld’s voice from behind him… “Eh emmm Kyyylllleee stop right there young man.” She said sternly from behind him. From his crawling position, he turned his head to look at Mrs. Butterfeld with wide eyes as she appeared right behind him with her hands on her hips. She proceeded to bend down and put her palm on the back of Kyle’s shorts. “Oh Kyle honey I thought you were a big boy – why didn’t you tell someone you needed to go potty. You’ve leaked all over these nice khakis and have a huge wet spot on your bottom” Mrs. Butterfeld said while shaking her head disappointedly. Kyle felt the back of his shorts and much to his dismay could feel the significant wetness, he could only imagine what the huge wet spot looked like on his butt and how obvious it must have been as he crawled over to join the others. He stammered to come up with a response… “I, I, I was trying to wait ummm until…” he was cut off by Mrs. Butterfeld “Well its not worth worrying about now, we need to take care of this immediately, so no play time for you right now – we need to get you changed.” She stretched out her hand for Kyle to take. Kyle couldn’t think of anything to say and with immense shame, he took her hand and let her stand him up. As she led him over to the cubbies, he heard one of the children say, “Hahaha Kyle wet his pants!” to which a few of the children began to snicker. Kyle flinched at the comment but did his best to ignore it. Candy then came to his defense, “Tommy! We do not make fun of others for accidents! Now one more word from any of you and you’ll be in time out in the corner – do you understand?” she said seriously All the children responded, “Yes Ms. Candy, we’re sorry” and they went back to playing with the blocks. As Kyle and Mrs. Butterfeld reached his cubby, she proceed to take his back pack and diaper bag from the shelf. Then she went over to the wall adjacent to the cubbies where he saw she grabbed a piece of paper and returned to Kyle with it in her hand. “Well Kyle, I wasn’t expecting this on your first day and so soon, I’m surprised at you – such a big boy and you couldn’t make it 30 minutes into class.” She said while shaking her head. Kyle wanted to protest and come up with an excuse but instead, he just looked at the floor and said “I’m sorry mam, I’ll try to do better” “I sure hope so, well let’s get your chart updated. So when this happens we mark your chart with the time and a little rain drop sticker which stands for WET” she said as she placed the sticker on his chart and wrote the time next to it. “Now then, I’ll put this back and we’ll go to the changing area to get you cleaned up” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she put his chart back and then marched him shamefully across the daycare to the bathroom in the back where he’d been changed by his mother the day before. She put his diaper bag and backpack on the end of the changing table, then turned to Kyle. “okay let’s get these wet pants off of you, arms up for me.” She said with in a bit of a disappointed tone. Kyle complied lifting his arms to the ceiling, as Mrs. Butterfeld stripped him of his shirts and wet shorts, leaving him in nothing but his shoes and his sagging pull up. Much to his dismay she left the door of the bathroom wide open during this embarrassing process. “It looks like your shirt is okay but these pants are soaked. You need to let us know next time Kyle, I thought you were a big boy. Don’t worry we know you need a little more help now and will check on you extra to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She said while slightly chiding the older boy. Kyle blushed hard at the comment while she folded his shirt neatly on the side of the table and proceeded to put his damp pants in a plastic bag. She then proceeded to rip off his sodden pull up, wrap it up and put it in the trash next to the changing station. “Well Kyle, I’m sorry we had this mishap but as I explained earlier – boys who soak there pull ups and especially those who leak on their pants need to be in diapers for the rest of the day. So let’s get you taken care of okay?” She said as she patted the changing table. Kyle shamefully climbed up on the table and laid back as he shut his eyes tightly. He was not prepared to be exposed like this to a total stranger and was just hoping she’d get this over with quickly. Mrs. Butterfeld had provided countless diaper changes and wasn’t really even phased by Kyle’s size, she just approached it as she would with any of her charges. She took out some wipes, lifted Kyle’s legs and began to wipe him thoroughly. She then reached into his diaper bag and pulled out one of Kyle’s printed white diapers, briefly commenting to herself, “well these are cute aren’t they” she said as she fluffed to out. She continued to lift Kyle’s legs and place the childish garment underneath him, making sure it was positioned just right. After this she proceeded to sprinkle baby powder on his bottom and front, rubbing it in and saying “This will make sure you’re all dry and won’t get any rash” she then proceeded to pull up the diaper and tape it securely. Checking to tuck in the sides around the front and inspect the fit. Satisfied with the work she said, “All done honey, we can get you dressed now. It’s okay open your eyes” Kyle opened his eyes and saw he smiling at him with her hands stretched out to help pull him up to a sitting position. “Alright arms up for me.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she shook out Kyle’s pokemon shirt which and got it on him quickly. Kyle had noticed in that moment how short the shirt was, it really only fell to just past his waist. “Okay now you sit tight for me for a few seconds while I find your spare shorts and we can get you back out to the play area. Mrs. Butterfeld proceeded to inspect the contents of the diaper bag and Kyle’s back pack… but to her disappointment she couldn’t find any spare clothes. “Uh oh baby, it doesn’t look like your mommy packed you any spare clothes, I’ll have to tell her for next time and perhaps I can buzz her to bring you something by.” Mrs. Butterfeld said. “That is okay though, we have kidos just in their diapies and t-shirts all the time around here. You’ll be okay in just this for now.” Mrs. Butterfeld said in the most positive way she could muster hoping the boy wouldn’t be to upset with being so exposed. Kyle’s chest tensed up and the panic that set in on him was overwhelming. The pressure and the embarrassment was simply too much for him take, suddenly without warning, he started to cry while sitting on the changing table. “I, I, I can’t go out there in just a diaper, please don’t make me! Everyone is going to make fun of me.” He said in a quiet but broken sob. Mrs. Butterfeld gave him a big hug and patted his back, “aww baby its okay, I know you’re embarrassed, but see this is what happens when we have accidents, there are consequences. You know what though – its gonna be okay and everyone has accidents some times. Don’t worry I’m gonna protect you.” Kyle was still very upset and in anticipation of the moment Mrs. Butterfeld decided she better make sure she addressed the situation. She’d seen a pacifier in Kyle’s diaper bag and instinctively she reached for it and brought it to Kyle’s lips. “Here honey, suck on this it’ll help you calm down okay” she said presenting him with the dummy. At this point Kyle was distraught and he figured if he was going to be toddling around in just a diaper, what was a pacifier at this point and it had actual been helpful yesterday in the car and the bath. So without protest he accepted it in his mouth and sucked it hard to try to keep himself of involuntarily sobbing, as his breathing started to get under control. “Okay you sit right here – I’m just going to talk with Ms. Candy real quick.” Mrs. Butterfeld said, leaving Kyle on the table as he tried to get himself under control. She went just outside the door of the bathroom and waived Candy over. “Hey Candy, we’ve got a situation, as you noticed Kyle had a major accident and he doesn’t have any spare pants. He is having a little meltdown in there, so would you mind – getting the children together and making sure they understand – there is absolutely no making fun of him? I know it may inevitably happen later but hopefully we can at least contain it for the time being.” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Candy nodded her head saying, “Definitely – I’ll get them all on the same page, don’t worry I’ll make it clear to everyone. Maybe we should let him have some time to play on his own over in the plush pen for a bit – that way he can take some time to calm down?” “That’s a good idea – okay well go get the children all informed, you’re the best at that” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she returned to the restroom to tend to Kyle. Candy gathered all the children, explained the situation, and further laid out the consequences if any of them broke the rules. Some of the kids laughed but understood she meant business. Mrs. Butterfeld stood in front of Kyle who was starting to calm down. “Okay honey – everything is going to be alright; no one is going to make fun of you and we’re going to go back to play time. Now can you be a brave boy and come with me?” she asked in the sweetest tone she could manage. Kyle nodded his head and took the woman’s hand, letting her lead him out of the room. Kyle couldn’t believe his circumstances – here he was a 20-year-old boy who’d failed his first day of potty training and was now being led back into daycare wearing a thick baby diaper and sucking on a pacifier. To be continued…

Okay below is chapter 9. I'm almost done with Chapter 10 but thought I'd post this in the meantime, glad everyone is enjoying this. Chapter 9: The Next Morning Kyle awoke early the next morning, the light was dim outside his window and there was a stillness to the view that was descriptive of the dawn. He was shaken by the fact that the last thing he remembered was being fed a bottle by his mother as she rocked him to sleep. His cheeks immediately flushed at the thought of her picking him up and neatly tucking him into bed without even waking him, no doubt he was beyond tired yesterday. The events of the day had really taken it out of him, by the end of it – he’d become so docile to the circumstances of his treatment that he was beginning to lose some sense of his true age. A healthy nights rest gave him more awareness and he was somewhat disturbed by the current state of his situation. He realized it must be 5 AM or maybe even earlier. The night light illuminated a small clock in the shape of an elephant which he could just barely make out which read – 4:45 AM. Kyle realized he’d gotten a solid 9 hours of sleep considering he’d been put down around 8 PM. As he sat up – he felt the still unfamiliar squish of a very soggy diaper beneath him. As his attention had turned to his wet bottom, it suddenly hit him that he really needed to pee. It was one thing having an accident while asleep, but he really didn't want to just intentionally pee his pants, albeit at this moment it didn’t seem to matter much. Contained to his little baby prison by the crib rails rising 3 ft around him, getting up and moving about the room didn’t seem to be an easy option. He reached his hand outside the crib rails to see if he could find a way to unclip the side, however after some effort in the darkness he gave up. He laid back down with a sigh. Turning his head to get comfortable, he saw a baby bottle filled with water tucked next to a brown teddy bear in the corner of the crib. Without thinking too much of it he grabbed the bottle, laid on his back and began to nurse at it as his stared up at the spinning mobile above him. The rhythmic sucking was relaxing and he began to zone out in the moment, rocking back n forth with his legs slightly moving back n forth, the rustling crinkle of his diaper breaking the silence of the room. After a short moment, the liquid seemed to go right through him, making his already somewhat urgent need to pee even worse. He really wanted to prove to himself that he could hold it and make it to the toilet. He sat up on his knees grabbed the side of the rails and stood up. The change in balance however was all it took for him to lose control and release a large spurt of pee into his already sodden diaper. There he was grabbing the side of his crib, uncontrollably wetting his diaper which was causing his PJ bottoms to sag along the crotch. He managed to stop the flow for a short moment but realizing that every movement he made at that point would result in another spurt of pee, he decided to stop fighting and let go, flooding his diaper as he crouched down back to his knees in shame. The experience frightened him, how could he not hold it for longer than 10 minutes he thought to himself. Laying back slowly, he shut his eyes, instinctively grabbed his teddy bear and tried to be as still as possible hoping that the time would pass swiftly as he waited for someone to come relieve him of his soggy diaper. After laying there for what seemed like days, Kyle heard his mother moving about the living room and the kitchen. He didn’t want to call out or anything and decided he’d wait for her to come to him. Unfortunately, after about 15 minutes, there was still no reprieve, he figured she was cooking and getting things ready for the day. In an effort to get someone’s attention, Kyle called out: “Hey Mommmmm… I’m awake.. ughh I’d like to get up when you get a second” he said in a loud but reserved voice. Within 2 seconds, his mother walked through the door “Well good morning there sweetums, I hope you had a nice rest” she said as she walked over to the side of the crib. Kyle had sat up and was looking at his mom with a pouty face. “Aww what’s wrong sweetheart, does someone have a wet diaper? Let mommy check” Kyle crossed his arms and looked to the side as his mother lowered the crib rails, reached inside the front of his PJs and gently grabbed the front his diaper with her hand. “Oh my you made a lot of pee pee last night... poor little one I bet that cold diapy doesn’t feel good at all. Let’s get you out of that and then we can have some yummy breakfast okay!” she said sympathetically in a sing song voice. “Okay thank you momma” Kyle said softly under his breath. His mom grabbed both his hands and lead him out of bed, instructing him to put his hands on the changing table and bend down just slightly. He was a bit confused by this but then was surprised when his mother quickly pulled his PJs bottoms down. She ripped off the diaper balled it up, leaving Kyle naked from the waist down as she disposed of it in the diaper pail next to the table. She grabbed the tub of wipes as she walked over to Kyle saying, “alrighty baby let’s get your bottom all clean.” she began liberally wiping him from his crotch to his butt making sure he was cleaned thoroughly. After what seemed like an eternity to Kyle she said, “well there we are, a sparkly hiney for my little boy. Now is someone excited to get to wear a pull up today?” she asked presumptuously. Kyle just nodded his head meekly. “Well okay then baby, I know you’re going to do great and make it to the potty all day. Just remember the rules and don’t be embarrassed to ask me, your sister, Candice or any of the workers at little cubs when you need to go okay?” Kyle just nodded is head, whispering under his breath “Okay mom, I know the rules… I’ll make sure to ask and make it to the bathroom” “That’s my good boy!” his mother said as she shook out a new Goodnites boys XL with a camo print on it. “These should work great and fit you perfectly! And you know what I bet you can ever run in them” she said excitedly. “alright now give me this foot and now this foot and we pull them up” she said as if she was talking to preschooler as she lifted the pull up into position along Kyle’s hips. “There we go! How do they feel” she said as she turned Kyle to face her inspecting the fit and satisfied. “Umm yah surprisingly comfy and yah they feel like they fit perfectly, not to tight or anything, I thought they might have been…” Kyle said in a confident tone. “Well you know what you’re about 10 pounds underneath the maximum weight of 140lb+ for these, they were practically made for you plus you look super cute in them!” she responded as she tossed his PJ bottoms into the hamper and patted Kyle on his bottom giving him some reassurance. “Well I have breakfast ready, so let’s get you fed and then we can get all packed for your big day at Kids Camp! Check in is a 8 AM and I need to get there a bit earlier than Candice to get you fully checked in, don’t want to be late, so we have about an hour before we should leave” his mother said earnestly. “alright ummm can I have some shorts or something for breakfast?” Kyle asked hopefully. “nonsense, we have limited clothing and no need risking you spilling on a perfectly good pair of shorts. Nothing we haven’t seen. Plus, most kids in potty training don’t wear pants around the house, it makes it easier to make it to the potty!” she said as Kyle sighed and she lead him out of the room to the kitchen. Kyle was led into the kitchen and his mother had already scooted out a chair from the high-top table for him to sit in. Clearly his sister was still asleep after a late night, as her door was shut and lights off. Karen walked him over to the chair, saying “alright baby, you climb up in here and we’ll get you all settled in.” Kyle complied, climbing up into the chair, he was curious as to why it was just a few inches too far away from the table and turned to the side. It was then he saw his mother had picked up the high chair tray and was bringing it toward him, undoubtedly to fit it onto the arm rests of Kyle’s chair. “Okay little one – arms up for me so we can get this on” she said as Kyle unexcitedly lifted his arms toward the ceiling to let his mother lock him into to his babyish seat. “There we go baby, almost already for breakfast, just need to get this on you to keep everything clean” she said in a sing song voice as she walked around the back of Kyles and draped a bib around his neck, securing the Velcro strap in place. Kyle was so embarrassed as he looked down to see a teddy bear on the front of his bib and clearly in view was his big white infantile feeding tray. “at least no one else is around to see this” he thought to himself as his mother scurried along to the kitchen to get breakfast fixed up. A minute or so later his mother returned with a big bowl of oatmeal, a huge sippy cup and some cut up apple slices which she proceeded to put on Kyle’s tray. “Doesn’t this look yummy baby, I put some cinnamon in your oatmeal just like you like it and I loaded it up with some extra goodies so you’ll have plenty of energy to play today!” she said in a sing song voice as she tapped Kyle on the nose and presented him with a blue plastic spoon. “thanks mom, I’m pretty hungry, can I maybe have some toast too?” Kyle said pleadingly. “Let’s see how you do with this for now cutie, I have some English muffins I can throw in the toaster real quick if you want when you’re all finished.” She said cheerfully. Kyle obediently nodded his head and slowly started picking at his oatmeal. Doing his very best to not spill and prove to his mother that he didn’t need a bib. His mother sat down next to him with the paper and her own meal of yogurt, granola and some fruit. As Kyle was eating slowly to be as careful as possible, his mom finished well before him. “Okay honey bun, I’m going to start getting some of your things ready, no rush you just keep eating. Here I’ll put a show on for you to watch while I tidy up the kitchen and pack some stuff for you.” “Okay mom thanks!” he said as he continued to focus on his oatmeal. She grabbed Kyle’s kindle and proceeded to quickly pick a show and put it on the table next to him, quickly walking into Kyle’s room to get some things organized. Kyle was disappointed to see his mother has selected Paw Patrol as his morning entertainment. Not wanting to complain, he resigned to watching the childish program for a few minutes. He’d only watched it a few times in the past and was not enthusiastic about it, however as he continued to watch he found his attention drawn to the characters and was getting into the show. Time passed quickly and the next thing he knew his mother was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. “Kyle baby – finish up your breakfast, we need to get you ready for your first day! I’ve got your bag packed and outfit picked out, now I’m going to get my hair fixed and throw something on real quick. I’ll be back in 5 minutes, finish up your apple slices and the rest of your oatmeal for me okay?” she said encouragingly. “I’m sorry mom, I was distracted – I’ll hurry” he said meekly staring at her with puppy dog eyes. “alrighty little one, we’ve got 15 minutes before we need to head out!” she added as she rushed off into her room to get ready. Kyle quickly began to shovel the remaining oatmeal into his mouth while munching the remaining apple slices down as fast he could. To his dismay he turned the baby spoon to quickly and huge glob of oatmeal fell right on top of the bib. He tried to quickly brush it off but it just smeared across the teddy bear on the bib. Frustrated he just focused on finishing the rest of his breakfast and hoped his mother wouldn’t chide him too much for the mess he made. Just as he was taking his last bite, he mother returned to his side. “Oh looks like you’re all done, good job baby! Oooops looks like someone had a little mess, well that’s why we put a bib on you isn’t it!” she said assuredly as she went to lift the clamps on Kyle’s tray. Kyle blushed hard and looked away as she carefully removed the bib from his next and wiped his face clean. Taking his hand she said, “alright let’s get you all cute for your first day at Little Cubs!” she said cheerfully as she led him back to his nursery. Once in the room she guided him to sit on the edge of the changing table. “arms up!” she said in reflex. She quickly removed Kyle’s shirt leaving him sitting on the table in nothing but a pull up. “Okay honey before we get you dressed, do you need to make a poo poo or a pee pee? I want to make sure cuz we don’t know how long before you’ll get another chance.” She asked sincerely Kyle thought for a moment, hesitating on whether one, if had to go or two, if he should at least try. He definitely didn’t feel the need to go yet but thought maybe he should just to be safe, in his final moment he decided he’d prove he didn’t need to go to the bathroom every 30 minutes and decide he’d say… “I’m okay mom – I don’t need to go right now, I’ll be okay between now and when we get there.” He said confidently. “Are you sure baby? You know the rules at little cubs right? If you have an accident in your pull ups, that means diapers for the rest of the day…” she said candidly “I’m sure mom – I’ll be okay.” he responded “Well alright then, let’s get you ready!” she said excitedly. She proceeded to bring over his clothes setting them by his side. She dressed him in a light blue shirt with a big picture Bulbasaur on the front, a pair of short khakis, shin high white socks and a pair of plane white Velcro strap shoes. She then helped him put on his backpack and said, “aww you just look adorable, all ready for your big day. Okay now – there are some snacks, water, athletic shoes, and a few toys in your back pack. Hopefully I’m not forgetting anything, it’s been a while since I took you to daycare.” She said playfully as she patted him on the bottom prompting him to move toward the living room. “Gosh mom, make it even more embarrassing” Kyle said sheepishly. “aww baby I’m just having a bit of fun, and you’re gonna have a blast today just wait!” she said as she grabbed his hand to lead out of the cabin. As they went to exit the door, Kyle notices she swung his fully stuffed baby bag over her shoulder. “Hey mom, do you really need to bring that, I’m in pull ups today remember?” he asked pleadingly “Oh baby it’s a precaution and is actually required for all the little one’s in potty training, I know you’re going to do great, it’s just in case okay?” she explained. “Alright I guess, if you have to.” Kyle said as they exited the cabin and began there walk to the main lodge for Kyle’s first day at Little Cubs. To be continued

Hi Everyone - finally found sometime to get the next chapter up. Really excited for Chapter 9 / 10 but its a long one and is going to take me some time. Thanks to everyone who is reading Chapter 8: Dinner and a Bath Karen was pacing around still working on herself and getting things organized. She glanced at the clock and to her surprise she saw it was already 15 minutes past 5 o’clock. Realizing she needed to hurry up, she called out Kayla for assistance. “Kayla, honey! Are you ready for dinner?” she said inquisitively Kayla heard her mother, got up from sitting on her bed where she was texting on her phone and came out to respond to her mother. Rounding the door she said, “All ready mom, we going soon?” “Yes – I just need to finish getting ready and put some things away. Can you go get your little brother up from his room and get him ready to go. Just put a new shirt on him with his shortalls from today, he’ll be fine in that for now and we’re only going for a little while.” She asked kindly “Ugh – alright, does look like you need to get ready. I’ll go wake the BABY and get him all cute for dinner!” Kayle responded with a laugh and a smile. “Thank you sweetie, I’ll be ready in 10 minutes and then we can head to the lodge, I know we’re all starving” Karen said graciously. Kayla proceeded to Kyle’s room, quietly opening his door and popping her head into the room. She was stunned to see her little brother peacefully snoozing in what could only be described as a baby nursery. She flipped on the lights and took note of the bright colors that enveloped the room. There was her brother laying down in nothing but a diaper and T-shirt, sleeping in a toddler crib with an empty baby bottle next to his head. She stood next to the railing and reached down to brush the side of her brothers hair in order to wake him. “Hey little cutie – it time to wakey wakey – we gotta go to din din!?” she said softly Kyle stirred and slowly opened his eyes, surprised by the view of his beautiful sister’s eyes staring down into his with vantage point of the crib rail in view. He was hopelessly embarrassed but forced himself to respond “Hi hi sis – umm yah can’t believe I actually fell asleep, I’m super hungry – can you help get me out of here?” he said sheepishly “Sure thing little brother!” Kayla said She proceeded to pop the sides of the railings and lowered the side down. Kyle had kicked off his blankets and was starting to sit up in order to shuffle to the side of the bed. “ah ah ah Kyle – we need to check that diaper of yours first” Kayla said with a devilish smile making Kyle blush. “Gosh Kayla – I was asleep for like 40 minutes I didn’t have an accid…” Kyle stopped as he felt the familiar squish underneath him giving him the confirmation that he had indeed wet himself. “Well we’ll see about that won’t we!” Kayla said skeptically as she reached inside the side of his diaper. She felt the wetness immediately Waving her finger in front of her brother “tisk tisk You’re soaked buddy, its not good to tell fibs like that” she said in a disappointed but sarcastic tone. Kyle lowered his head and stared at the floor, not wanting to face the reality of the moment. Kayla got up quickly walked to the door then yelled out “Hey mom – Kyle has a wet diaper - do I have to change him?” she said Karen responded loudly from her room, “Yes honey can you take care of that real quick for me, it would be a huge help!” “Ugh – okay” she responded turning to walk over to her brother. “alright buddy this is the first for us in a very long time, but let’s just get this over with” she said while taking his hand. He nodded as she pulled him over to the changing table. She guided him toward the step stool in front of the table, holding his hand to keep his balance as he shamefully climbed up to settle on the padded top. “This is ridiculous…” he muttered under his breath as he laid back on to the table closing his eyes shut in an attempt to not commit this moment to memory. “Well little brother, we wouldn’t need to do this if you could keep your pants dry for longer than an hour, its clear that mom’s decision to go back to diapers was a good one.” Kayla said in almost a whisper as she reached down below the table to gather her supplies. “Wow look at how cute these are!” Kayla gushed Kyle opened his eyes to see what she was talking about. She was waiving a white diaper at him with a large strips across the top front which was patterned in a light pastel blue background with airplanes and kites flying across. “OMG where on earth did those even come from!” Kyle said in a huff, closing his eyes in response to his infantile garment. “Idk but there adorable. Okay cutie pie, let’s get your butt wiped and into new pampers” Kayla said sweetly. Kyle endured the embarrassing change as his sister proceeded to untape his used diaper, then lifting his legs to remove it as she begun to liberally wipe his bottom with wipes. “Keep your legs up for me baby – almost there” Kayla said encouragingly. Kyle just breathed slowly in anticipation of this ending. She quickly fluffed out the new infantile diaper, tucked it under him and then lowered his legs to fit in position. “Alright now we have to do the front, I know its sensitive and this is a bit awkward for you buddy but don’t worry honey it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Kayla said as she began wiping his front, which she was not very comfortable with but was just trying to get through as quickly as possible. “There we go all clean, almost done just a little powder baby.” She lifted his legs to sprinkled powder on his bottom and then proceeded to lower him down to dust the front. Satisfied with her works, she proceeded to lift up the front of the diaper, pulling it back and forth to make sure it was the perfect fit. She then began to count the tapes “1 tape, 2 tapes, 3 tapes and… what number is next Kyle” she asked playfully. “Ugh Kayla can you not, this as embarrassing as it is” Kyle responded begrudgingly She slapped his leg lightly “Kyle what is the next number after 3 baby, I know you can do it” she persisted “Four” Kyle said defeatedly “What a smart boy!” she exclaimed as she secured the last tape and tucked in the sides to make sure he was comfortable. She then began to lightly tickle him “There we go that wasn’t so bad, all dry now and ready to go have fun!” she said excitedly while she tickled his sides and then much to Kyle’s dismay blue a loud raspberry on his stomach – which caused Kyle to involuntarily giggle uncontrollably as he began to sit up trying to put a stop to the embarrassing treatment. “See baby this can be fun! You did such a good job for me. Okay not arms up!” Kayla said cheerfully. Kyle complied as she removed his weathered shirt, threw it in the hamper and then went to his dresser to pull out a new shirt. She came over and shook out a shirt to show it to Kyle “How about this one cutie?!” she said while holding out a white t-shit with a picture of Hilda on it. Kyle just nodded his head as she approached him to put in on him. After she got him secured in his shortalls per her mothers instructions and slipped on his shoes for him. “All ready to go buddy, you sure look cute, let’s go get some din din!” she said excitedly. Karen walked in at that moment, seeing Kyle sitting on the edge of the changing table with Kayla at his side. “Awww thank you for getting you little brother situated Kayla – you’re such a good big sister.” She said with gratitude. “No problem momma – Kyle was super good for me. Oh my gosh by the way where did you find those cute diapies in his size!” she asked in response. “Oh yah – they had an amazon stocker option for the kitchen and nursery, on the website. I found these and thought for the price it made a lot of sense, I had to order a whole case though – so we’ve got about 80 of those and then another 50 or so of the mega max – I think that will be enough for 3 weeks” she said with a wink. “I hope so! This little one seems to be going through them pretty quick!” Kayla said with a laugh as she looked over at Kyle who’s face had gone beet red. “Okay you guys – let’s go before we miss dinner!” she said to her children. The ten minute walk to the lodge was largely uneventful. Kyle tried his best to ignore the audible crinkle between his legs as he did his best to keep up with his mother who was holding his hand firmly and swiftly pacing to the dining hall. He briefly listened in on Karen and Kayla’s conversation as they made their way along the treelined path. As he observed the wildlife and the grand beauty around him, Kyle felt small. He truly felt some of his identity as an adult slipping away, as if his current situation was normal and this was simply how things had been. As they got closer to the lodge – he noticed the huge playground off to the side of Little Cubs den. He was surprised by his curiosity and desire to explore it more. He thought about asking to go by to check it out but was too embarrassed to ask. Before he knew it – they were walking into the main lodge to the dining hall. It wasn’t too crowded, as it was Monday and typically a day where guests were in flux. They quickly found Candice and Karly who were sitting at a table near the front of the large room. Karen walked over next to Karly sitting in her booster seat, instructing Kyle to take the seat next to her. “Hey Karen! You guys get all settled in!” Candice asked cheerfully excited to be reunited. “Yes we did! Kyle went down for a little nap as we unpacked and so we ended up being a little late” Karen replied. “Oh goodie – little boys need their rest” she said “Do your like your room Kyle? I know Karly’s is super comfy and you even get your own bath!” she asked excitedly. “uhhh yah its okay I guess – a little much but yah its comfortable” he said sheepishly. “aww I’m glad you like it!” she said. “Well hey we’ve already loaded up here – Kayla and Karen why don’t you go get some food for y’all – I’ll keep an eye on these two little cuties for now” she said. “Thanks Candice – okay we’ll be right back!” Karen said in response. Karen and Kayla were back shortly with three plates of food. Kyle was not surprised when his mother out in front of him a frozen sippier cup, a plate of mac n cheese, with some broccoli and a few chicken tenders. It looked good enough but was jealous of the steaks and pork chops they had on their plates. He noticed that he was not given any silverware. “Hey mom – I need a fork” he said quietly. “Of course sweetheart” His mother said as she started digging around in Kyle’s diaper bag for something. Much to his dismay she presented him with a light blue plastic baby spork. “Here you sweetheart – now I’m giving you this chance for know spills, I’ll save you from the embarrassment of wearing a bib in the dining hall – but if you can’t keep your clothes clean – we’ll need to put your bib on okay” she said “No worries mom – I’ll be extra careful I promise” he said as his face flushed red. “Good boy” she responded. Dinner was fun and they all were chatting casually as if everything was totally casual. They were all just happy to be there. Karly had an early start and was finished quickly – taking the opportunity to color in a book that Candice had brought along for her. Kyle ate slowly – focusing his attention on not spilling his food. As he picked at his plate slowly, he started to inquisitively look at Karly who was sucking on her pacifier and coloring in a picture of spongebob. He was actually pretty impressed by her ability to stay perfectly in the lines and her color choice was spot on. “Hey Karly that’s a really good picture” he said complementing her work. She beamed at him with excitement saying “Thank ews!” through he pacifier. Candice then said “aww what a nice thing to say – hey if you finish up with your din din, I’ve got another book for you to play with if you want cutie” “uhhh thanks, I don’t know maybe – I still got a long way to go.” He said in response. Pretty soon everyone was done with their food except for Kyle who had about 25% of his plate remaining – most of it being the broccoli portion of his meal. Karen looking at her watch realized it was 6:45 and she needed to get her baby back to the cabin for a bath and night night. “Hey cutie – we gotta get going. Can you hurry up and stop playing with your food – I want you to at least eat the rest of that broccoli.” She said insistently “aww mom – I don’t really wanna.” He said in response looking down. Without even a response, Karen scooted her seat over to Kyle, taking his childish spoon off the side of his plate, getting a scoop of cheesey broccoli and saying “come on sweety its just a few more bites, open up for momma” she said playfully. Kyle not wanting to make a seen just let his mother feed him the rest of his meal. It was beyond embarrassing but he’d given up the energy to protest anything further at this point. After what seemed like only a few minutes, he was finally done. All three women praised him “what big boy finishing your whole dinner!” they said much to his embarrassment. Karen took a baby wipe and cleaned around Kyle’s mouth then handed him his sippy cup of milk encouraging him to wash down his food. “Alrighty well I think it’s time we get the little ones off to beddy bye!” Karen announced. “Agreed, this baby is so sleepy and I know she wants to play with her toys back at the cabin for a little while let’s get going” Candice responded. “Hey mom – I’m going to stick around the lounge and mingle for a bit – I’ll be back later, okay?” Kayla said to her mother. “Of course, sweety – have fun!” Karen said as she grabbed Kyle’s hand and walked out of the room with Candice and Karly. The walk back to the cabin seemed to breeze by. Next thing Kyle knew they were waving goodbye to Karly and Candice as they entered the front door of their cabin. Kyle was dismayed to see how high the sun was still in the sky and yet he was being taken to bed by his mother. It was 7 PM but often the sun would stay out until 8:30 this time of year. Karen led Kyle into his room and then turned him toward the changing table instructing him to sit down on the side. She undid his buttons on his shortalls she said “Okay baby – now time for a nice warm bath” she said as his shortalls fell to his waste, she slipped off his shoes and quickly checked his diaper. “all dry! What a good boy!” she praised him. She then led him by the hand in the restroom, where she proceeded to have him site down on the closed toilet to wait as she filled up his tub. The warm water rushed out quickly filling up the tub in a few minutes as his mother went into cabinets pulling out things applying bubbles and a few rubber toys to the bath. Once Karen was satisfied with the temperature, she had Kyle stand up – removed his diaper and then helped him step into the extra-large soaking tub. As Kyle laid down in the water, Karen could see how nervous and uncomfortable her son was in this situation from the expression of fear on his face, she had an idea – going into his room she retrieved his pacifier bringing it back into the bathroom “Here baby – I think this will help – I want to suck on this while I get you all cleaned up.” She said as she pushed the nipple of the soother into his mouth. Kyle accepted it without protest and figured it would at least give him an excuse not to talk. She gently began to wash him from toe to toe and began to speak about the day. “so Kyle sweety, I know this was a long day for you and I just want you to know I’m super proud of how good you were. You obeyed me for the most part and seem to be taking to this treatment. I know it is all a lot to handle and I understand your embarrassment from time to time, but I want you to know this is really going to get a lot easier and I am now even more confident that it’s going to have a hugely beneficial impact on you. You’re still my big boy but I’m really having a lot of fun taking care of you, I know soon you’ll be able to relax and get into the flow of being little again” Kyle appreciated his mother’s words and was more receptive to her thoughts. He had to admit the constant attention although annoying, was giving him a sense of love that he’d been missing for a long time. It made him feel cared for and more importantly supported. He nodded his head and smiled at his mom. In an attempt to pander to his mother he mumbled through his pacifier “Thanks you mommy, I getting used to it but it’s still embarrassing” he said honestly. “Aww I know but you’ll get over it soon baby!” she responded as she leaned over to his him on the cheek. “Now baby – tomorrow is a big day and I’ve spoken with Darlene at Kids Camp about how we’re going to run this first week. I don’t want you to be upset but I want what best for you. Now I think for tomorrow and the rest of this week – we’re just going to keep you in Little Cubs, I looked over there schedule and I think it’s going to be the best place for you right now. I want to save you from any potential embarrassment so I think we should remove your blue wristband and see how things go the first few days before launching you into the teenage sports and have you straddle the two groups. Would you be okay with that?” she said hopefully Kyle thought to himself, he was relaxed in that moment and was vulnerable to his mother’s persuasion. Without fully thinking about what it would mean, he decided to just nod his head in compliance, trusting his mother has spoken with staff and this recommendation was probably for the best. Karen excitingly said “Yay! I was super nervous you might want to try going to both right away, I just don’t thinks that is the best idea. So let’s get rid of this” she got a pair of scissors from the bathroom cabinet and quickly cut the blue wrist band off of Kyle’s hand. “There we go – now you’re just my little cute rainbow aren’t you! Don’t worry sweety depending on how things go we can always go get you a blue one again if you feel like you’re missing out on something!” Karen said assuredly. Kyle was so sleepy and dazed by the relaxing bath that he wasn’t 100% sure what he’d just committed himself too but he did feel in that moment as if another level of his maturity had bee washed away. Karen finished up the bath shortly, got Kyle out – dried him off, brushed his teeth, dried his hair, and got him a new diaper in record time. Next things Kyle knew his mom was slipping on his jammies – which were your standard blue striped pajamas with cuffs at the feet and wrists. He was so comfy and realized he’d had his pacifier in his mouth the whole time throughout this process. His mom took his hand and guided him to sit down on the floor. She handed him his teddy bear and told him she’d be right back. She quickly returned holding a small towel and a bottle of warm milk. She reached down grabbing Kyle’s hand and leading him toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room. She sat down and turned Kyle to sit on her lap. “Whoosh that is my big boy right there, okay baby – lets have some mommy time.” She said as she scooped him to the side laid his on a pillow as his feet hung off the side. She took out his pacifier and replaced it with the bottle. Encouraging him to drink it. Kyle closed his eyes as he sucked at the nipple softly, feeling the warm embrace of his mother as he rocked back in forth. Slowly without much effort at all Kyle fell asleep right there in his mothers arms. To Be Continued

Chapter 6: Journey to the Cabin Kyle took his mother’s hand as she led him out of the restroom back into the main room of the daycare, she was carrying his colorful baby bag on one shoulder and was carrying his dirty diaper in her other hand. He noticed the strong smell of baby powder and was embarrassed to realize he was contributing to the scent in the air. All things considered he figured it was a much better alternative to the smell he was giving off before. As they entered the main room of Daycare to join Candice and Karly, Karen asked “Hey Candice, did you manage to find the diaper pail? I felt bad tossing this in the regular trash can?” “Oh yah that’s a good call – you could have stunk up that restroom for days. Its right over there next to the changing tables” Candice answered. “Perfect” Karen responded letting go of Kyle’s hand walking swiftly over to the side of the changing tables to dispose of Kyle’s embarrassing mess. It sort of hit Kyle in that moment what he’d done and how childish it made him feel with all the fuss around cleaning him up. Yet without any alternative, he decided to let it go for now and try not to worry too much. I mean that was a fluke accident, he’d wouldn’t find himself in a poopy diaper again – he thought to himself. He noticed Karly was on her knees over by the window looking through the cubbies full of toys. “Mommy look at all this stuffs, I want to play with the dollies! They haves so many!” She pleaded glancing up to Candice with puppy dog eyes. Candice walked over to her and picked her up, “Aww I’m sorry sweetheart you heard Darlene – no playing right now we need to get into our rooms. Don’t worry you’ll be able to come back tomorrow for lots of fun!” She walked Karly over to her stroller to get her settled in her seat as the girl looked over her mother’s shoulder longingly staring at all the toys. Kyle was wandering timidly through the middle of the room, observing the surroundings, and grappling with the fact he may be spending time in this room during their stay at Black Bear this summer. He hoped he wouldn’t be forced to spend his summer playing with dolls – he thought to himself. His eyes began to scan the toys along the window line, he did notice some large lego blocks that at least looked somewhat interesting, Kyle had always loved to build things and models were a hobby of his. As Candice got Karly buckled in and then turned her attention to Karen who’d finished disposing of Kyle’s diaper and was looking at some of the rules titled “POTTY POLICY” which was printed in colorful lettering above the changing table. “How’s your first messy diaper change go Karen? I’m sure that was one serious clean up!” She said in a chuckle. Karen broke her attention from reading to respond “Oh you know it wasn’t so bad, Kyle was extra good for me holding still and listening. It’s not my first, but it’s been a while! You know just like riding a bike!” She laughed. “You’re a trooper!” Candice said in response. She began wheeling Karly toward the exit with Karen following behind her. She noticed Kyle standing by the cubbies looking through the toys and approached him from behind Suddenly Kyle felt a swift pat on his bottom as Candice chimed “Ooo did you find something fun baby? Like a told Karly, its not playtime now – we’re just in here to get you two cleaned up. Don’t worry they’ll be here tomorrow.” She said sweetly. Kyle looked at her and blushed, “I wasn’t really looking, just kind of zoning out” he responded to her nervously. “Aww its okay she said, you don’t have to be embarrassed about wanting to play with toys” she said cheerfully. “I bet you feel a lot better being in a clean diaper now huh?” She added as she patted him again on his diaper. “Uh yah, its ummm a lot better I guess” Kyle said sheepishly. “Aww I’m so glad you’re all fresh and comfy – you don’t want to get a rash” Candice said. Karen chimed in from behind “And you smell a whole lot better too!” Karen said as she approached Kyle and taking his hand. “Now its time we go get our keys, I’m sure our rooms are ready! Let’s go!” Kyle complied and walked holding his mother hand as the 4 of them exited the room. They made their way back to the main lodge area. As the entered, Kyle could see through the glass double doors to the lounge area on the left of the main cabin, it had a sign on it saying, “adults only”. He imagined his sister was having fun socializing in there, probably talking to boys in an attempt to start sizing out her potential for a summer fling. They continued into the grand lobby area by the front desk. The woman behind the counter waived at them “Did we get these two all freshened up? I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding things and enjoyed the facility. We’re very proud of Little Cubs Den – it’s a special place and I hope it met your expectations!” She said cheerfully. Karen responded “Absolutely! Thank you so much for offering to let us in, it was exactly what we needed!” “Well I’m so glad I could help, it seemed the children were definitely in need of new pampers. Your timing is perfect by the way, we just got word your rooms are ready. Darlene has already segmented the luggage and left a few minutes ago to store in your rooms. She’ll be back with the golf cart shortly to take you over to the cabins!” the lady responded. “Oh wonderful! We are really excited to get settled in so we can come back to the dining room for dinner, its still at 5 PM correct?” Karen said. “You are correct tonight is one of my favorites, fresh made chicken pot pies, summer salad, and grilled vegetables. And of course we always have the fun junk food for the kiddies, Chicken fingers, mac n cheese and the like. Just sit tight and don’t wander far. She will come and get y’all soon!” “Alrighty that sounds wonderful! I’ll go grab Kayla from the lounge.” Karen said I response. She turned to Kyle, “Okay honey – I’m going to go get your big sister. Now I want you to wait here patiently and be good for Candice, I’ll be back in a quick minute.” Kyle nodded and blushed “Okay mom, jeez you know I’m not actually a toddler right?” Kyle said in protest of the way she was speaking to him. Karen swiftly shot down his response, speaking in a quiet stern voice “Baby I’ll speak to you how I feel is appropriate, pretty sure I just changed your messy diaper, so I suggest you just go with the flow here okay and you know the rules – you need to listen. Next time there is back talking, we’ll be assessing punishments, okay?” Kyle looked at the floor and nodded his head. “That’s a good boy” Karen said “now I want you to hold onto the stroller so you don’t wander off, Candice will keep an eye on you, I’ll be back” she added as she walked away toward the lounge. Kyle shifted awkwardly back and forth as he waited in the room – feeling his fresh padding between his legs. He was more aware of his current state of appearance as he did his best to be invisible. No doubt he caught a couple glances from guests as they walked through the lobby, but no unusual stares – it seemed people may have been mistaking him for a larger child, however he couldn’t be sure. All of sudden his train of thought was broken as heard Darlene’s voice in the distance. “Well there is my favorite little family! Y’all ready to go!” she said as she approached them in the middle of the lobby. Candice responded as Kyle tried desperately to not make eye contact. “Oh yes! Karen will be back in a few seconds with Kayla, they’re in the lounge. Thank you again for helping us earlier – these two were in desperate need.” She said cheerfully. “Oh no problem at all! We can’t have kidos hanging out in messy diapers all day, I’m always happy to help out a little one in need!” she said playfully. Darlene then turned to Kyle who was still looking at the floor. She crouched down to say hello “Aww you’re a shy one isn’t you.” She said to him in a sing song voice. “Well cheer up – you’re gonna have the best summer ever! I promise you’re going to love kids camp and little cubs” she said sweetly. Kyle forced a smile, wanting to appease the girl “I, I’m just sleepy is all” he said to excuse his sluggish demeanor. “aww that’s okay buddy, I’m sure you had a long day. Don’t worry you’ll be all cozy in your room here soon.” She added as she stood back up ruffled Kyle’s hair. It was then that she noticed Kyle had two wristbands on – a blue teen band and the familiar little cubs rainbow band. She obviously knew all of the 5 wrist bands at the park. There was: - The rainbow band, which signaled they guest was required to be under adult supervision while on the grounds at all times and were restricted to little cubs activities, but more specifically that band meant the camper wasn’t potty trained. - The orange band was for campers 2 to 7, which meant they needed to be supervised and were restricted to Little Cubs activities but they were fully potty trained. - The yellow band was for campers 8-12 , which essentially meant they were allowed at the sports courts and on the general grounds on their own but still needed adult supervision at the pools and for water sports. - The blue band, which meant the camper was between the ages of 13 and 20 – which qualified them for sleepover camping, horseback riding, water sports, team sports and all the various activites they had on the grounds for teenagers. They were not required to be under supervision outside of water sports and stable games. - And lastly the Green Band which was for 21+ adults. She was a bit confused by this and her initial confusion with Kyle was somewhat explained. She’d thought the boy might have been 5 or 6 based on his outfit but thought he was more the size of an 8- or 9-year-old. She couldn’t believe this boy was a teenager and was even further flabbergasted by the fact that he still was not potty trained. She wasn’t one to judge and, in her experience, knew all kids grew up at a different pace, but this seemed very unusual. In that moment though – she was extremely sympathetic for the boy and was determined to make sure he was protected from any ridicule or any uncomfortable situations. She had some ideas and thought she bring them up to Karen when time permitted. Kayla and Karen approached the group from behind. “Okay - we’re here and ready to go, I think we’re all excited to see the inside of our rooms and unpack!” She said excitedly. “Oh yah that is for sure, we’ve got a lot of work to do before dinner - two littles one always require a whole lot of luggage!” Candice said echoing Karen’s sentiment. “I’ll say - it took me quite a while to get all your bags settled, hard part is done though - y”all just need to put everything away and get these tykes ready for dinner.” Darlene chimed in. “Now if you will please follow me, your chariot awaits. Miss - you can just leave this ones stroller here in the lobby over by the side of the door, I’ll swing back and get it with my luggage cart”. she said as she then waived them along to follow her out to the golf cart. As they began to follow Darlene out to the golf cart, Kayla came up behind Kyle, “heya little bro - feeling better?” She said positively. Kyle looked up at his sister with a half smile, “ummm yah definitely, just want to get in the room now so I can relax, all this public exposure has… has all been a lot” he answered sincerely. “Awww I”m that’s alright little dude, well here hold my hand and we can sit in the cart together, I”ll protect you” she said to encourage him. He hesitantly took his sister’s hand, not enthused by her insistence in talking to him like he was a 4-year-old. Still, as much as Kyle resented some of his sister’s success, she still was one of his favorite people and he was relieved that she was going to be there with him through this strange and somewhat torturous experiment his mother and Candice were putting him through. He continued to be lead by his sister through the lobby toward the large 3 row golf cart at the main lodge entrance. “Middle seat!” Kayla called out as she darted toward the cart dragging Kyle behind her, he struggled to keep up, due to his forced waddle caused his extra padding, which is was still getting used to. They all piled into the cart, with Karen taking the front seat and Candice in the back row settling Karly into her arms on her lap. Darlene turned on the engine announcing, “okay team, we all settled!” The three women all answered back “you bet!” “Well alrighty then, hold on tight, here we go!” She said as she took off away from the main lodge. They meandered down the main road for a few seconds and then veered left off onto the cart path which lead to the family cabins. Kyle was surprised since they were usually in a different location, this was a lot closer to the sport courts and water. As they went down the tree lined road, Kyle was preoccupied trying to take account of his surroundings. While he was familiar with Black Bear, he hadn’t stayed on this side of the compound since he was a baby; typically his parents get a junior cabin, which is just 2 beds, where he would share a room with Kayla. As they were moving along they hit a clearance in the tree line, exposing a large grassy field, about half the size of a football field that lead all the way to the shoreline. Kyle now had some familiarity with where they were. He saw a few people playing volleyball by the water and a couple of older kids playing soccer. Then he noticed a large colorful tarp waving up in the air with small children running around and probably 5 staff members accompanying the roughly 15 or 20 kids. Kyle was unsure of what it was so, he thought to make some conversation he’d ask Darlene. “Hey Darlene, what’s that?” Kyle asked cautiously pointing with his free hand to the children playing. “Oh they’re playing parachute buddy! It’s soooo fun. We do it every other day. Does it look fun?” Kyle responded timidly ‘uh I don’t know, just wasn’t sure what it was.” “Awww well everyone loves that one, we’ll be sure to show you how to play. It’s typically a Little Cubs activity - we’ll make sure you get to try it out!” Darlene said assuredly. Darlene was still a bit unsure what Kyle’s situation was and she had some thoughts she wanted to make sure she shared with Karen later on. Kyle blushed, as realized how silly he must of sounded, being excited for the game reserved for the babies. He was also hit with the realization, that he was in fact not only going to be enrolled at kids camp, but he was actually going to be… at least partially… forced to be a part of little cubs, a glorified daycare. He just hoped he’d be spared from being teased albeit he didn’t see how that would be possible. They kept going along the cart path for a little while longer until the began to slow down approaching a beautiful cherrywood log cottage. “Alrighty gang, here we are at Cabin number 23 – this is the deluxe one which I believe is for the Connors. Oh and don’t worry Candice, you and Karly are in number 25 – its just around the corner!” Darlene said as the pulled up to the front of the cabin. “Oh its just splendid. Can’t wait to get inside and look around!” Karen said excitedly as she started to exit the golf cart. She then turned to Darlene and slipped her a $20 tip saying, “thank you so much for taking such good care of us Darlene, you’re a real pro.” Darlene thanked her and responded, “no problem mam, its my pleasure.” She then added “Hey after I drop off Candice and take care of a few other guests, would you mind if I swung by here in 20 minutes to chat with you about Kids Camp?” she said quietly so Kyle wouldn’t here. Karen was a bit surprised but welcomed the discussion “No problem! Just knock on the door and we can catch up” Kayla and Kyle hopped out of the golf cart as there mother was tipping Darlene, both excited to see their new home for the next three weeks. “Alrighty you little stinker – I’ll race you to the front door!” Kayla said to Kyle. Kyle was happy to be challenged to something for first time this trip, responding quickly “You’re on!” as he sprinted (or waddled) as fast as he could toward the front steps of the cabin. Kayla with her long stride and being a natural athlete, quickly ran after him, pacing in front of him after a few quick steps. Kyle stumbled as he began up the steps, his stride throttled by the thickness of his diaper, he miscalculated the height of the last step catching the top of his shoe on the lip and falling hard forward tumbling down hitting the floor of the patio with a large thud. His sister stopped and turned around after she reached the locked door, to see her brother on the floor. She quickly bent down to pick him up and assess if he was hurt “Oh little bro, are you okay!” she said worriedly. Kyle was beyond embarrassed to have fallen so hard. He’d luckily broken his fall with his hands and elbows. As he began to try to get up he felt the stinging abrasions on the inside of his palms and could see his elbow was a bit scratched. “Owwwwweeeee ugh” he murmured as he let his sister help him to his feet. Karen has heard the commotion and was swiftly walking toward her children “Kayla you need to be more careful with your brother! He could of gotten really hurt!” Karen said to her daughter, not all pleased. “Honey are you okay? Do you have a booboo?” She said as she turned to Kyle. He responded, “its okay mom, we were just having fun, I think I’m okay just a little scratched.” “Well I’m glad it wasn’t too bad but let’s go put some Neosporin on it to be safe, I have some in your diaper bag.” Karen said as she took Kyle by the hand and with her other went to go unlock the front door to the cabin. Kyle winced once again at the word diaper bag and was curious to find out what other embarrassing situations awaited him. Chapter 7: Deluxe Family Cabin They entered the cabin quickly, with Karen dragging Kyle to the bathroom to the common bathroom to attend to his injury. As she was taking care of Kyle, Kayla took the opportunity to glance around the cabin. It was a large main room with a couch table, chairs and big fireplace. Beyond this was a wet bar, mini fridge, and a high-top dining table. She noticed around the table were 4 high top chairs with tall arm rests. As she went around the wet bar to check out the mini fridge, she noticed a large plastic U shaped tray. She picked it up to examine it and then only realized after that behind it was a booster seat. She realized that this was an attachment to transform one of the dining chairs into a highchair. Playing around, she grabbed it, walked over the dining table and fitted it onto the chair. No doubt this would easily accommodate Kyle. She left it on to see if him or his mother would notice. “Alrighty now you’re all okay baby, let’s get unpacked!” Kayle heard his mom say as she washed her hands exiting the bathroom. “Hey guys! Look what I found!” Kayla said as she presented the high chair to her mom and brother! Karen was delighted and a bit surprised by the site “Oh wow I didn’t know it came with one of those, well that will make breakfast time a bit more fun!” she said gleefully. Kyle was not at all enthused by this and quickly protested “Mom I don’t actually have to sit in that do I? I’m not a real baby!” he said frustratedly. “Well let’s see how the first few days go, but I think in the beginning it’ll be fun to try it out. Can you do that for me baby?” she said sweetly. “whatever I guess, just as long as its not for the whole time.” He said begrudgingly. “that’s my sweet boy” she said. “Now let’s get everyone in there rooms. Kayla I trust you can unpack yourself – your room is over by the door on the right. I’m over here in the back right and your brother is right over here in the back left. “Definitely mom! You take care of Kyle and I’ll get all situated” Kayla responded while grabbing her bag from the large pile of luggage on the floor and heading to her room. “Okie dokie, well now Kyle let’s go explore your little room” she said excitedly. She went to grab his large mickey mouse luggage, along with his Hilda bag and lead him by the hand to the back of the room. He noticed on the outside of his door was a picture of a sleeping baby bear, tucked into bed with a half crescent moon above its head, it screamed nursery and he was now very nervous to see what awaited him on the other side of the door. His mother opened the room leading him inside, saying “Okie dokie cutie, this is your special room for the next few weeks.” Kyle was taken back by what he saw. There was no doubt that this was in fact a nursery. The first thing he noticed was the twin sized toddler daybed in the left corner of the room. The bed was painted white with large sides across the head, foot and side closest to the wall. It was about 3 ft off the ground and the bottom was covered by a dressing, he suspected there was perhaps a trundle underneath. To top things off, hung from the ceiling was a forest themed mobile, with little trees, stars and a moon that seemed to be spinning freely above the bed. As he walked deeper into the room toward the back, he saw he had his own bathroom in the far right hand corner toward the back of the room. It was then that he noticed, on the wall opposite to the bed toward the door was a long dresser with a flush padded top. Then his eyes glanced to the open cubbies underneath the top where he saw diapers, powder and baby wipes. It was then he realized this was a changing table. He then noticed how babyish the décor was. The walls were a pastel blue with cartoon forest animals lining the moldings. There was a large white rocking chair in the right hand corner of the room by the door. The large centerpiece carpet patterned with little roads in the forest, that was clearly a playmat for children. Even the art on the walls was all baby themed, one dawning a sleeping baby bear cub, another of a baby deer with her mother and one of a stork holding a baby which was above the changing table. He was speechless in that moment, but his mother broker his silence “This is so amazing, even better than how they described it. I hope you like it baby, I know it’s going to take some getting used to but it’s for the best.” Karen said to Kyle encouragingly. Kyle in an effort to be a good sport and not create any tension, just responded saying “uh yah mom, its pretty nice a bit much but seems comfortable enough” he said with a smile. “Aww I’m glad you like it sweetie! We’re going to have lots of fun in here. Now speaking of fun – let’s get you something out of your bag to play with while I get everything unpacked, you just take a little seat on the floor for me!” Kyle without thinking of anything else, sat down on the floor. He felt so small in that moment as his Mother was racing around his room beginning to organize and unpack his bag. “Well here we are, this will be fun for you. Why don’t you check this out!” Karen said as she went to hand him a cloth bag that sounded like something plastic was shaking around on the inside. “Uh okay, thanks mom” Kyle said taking the bag. He realized the side of the bag said toys on it. As he opened it up he was disappointed to see that he was provided with an assortment of plastic trucks, large hot wheel cars, some mega blocks, and a few small stuffed animals. Not wanting to just sit there in that moment, he took out all of toys and began to organize them in a formation on the floor. He quickly found himself moving the truck around, trying to find the right spot for it. The floor mat in his room, was actually designed for this type of play and Kyle began to get distracted, organizing his little city out on the play mat losing track of the time as his mother continued to run around organizing the house. After zoning out for a moment, he suddenly heard his mother come back from being in the kitchen a moment “Awww is someone having fun?” she asked candidly. “Uhhh yah kinda I guess, I’m just trying to place these in the right areas.” Kyle said abashedly. “Aww well I’m sure there will be more time for that soon. I’ve got you all put away, now I need to do a few of my things and get ready for dinner. You’ve had a very long day, so I want you to lay down for a little while okay.” Kyle’s mother said with her hands on her hips staring down at Kyle with a smiling face. “Doesn’t a little rest sound good honey” She asked “Ummm I’m not that sleepy mom, can I just watch my Amazon Fire for a little while you organize.” Kyle pleaded. “You’ve watched that all day cutie, I want you to get up in bed here and close your eyes for me. Its just a quick 30-minute nap before dinner okay. Kayla is in the shower and there is no one to watch you right now.” “Alright I guess I could use a bit of rest.” Kyle finally agreed. “That’s my boy” Karen said as she grabbed both of Kyle’s hands helping him off the ground and leaded him over the side of his new bed. She sat him down, removed his shoes and then undid the straps of his short-alls. “We’ll just let you nap in your diaper and your t-shirt right now.” She said in a sing song voice as she removed his short-alls and gave him a little tap on his nose. She then guided him to lay down on the bed and then moved across the room to grab something from the table across the room. She returned holding his bear, a blanket and something else in her hand “Okay my sweetheart, its naptime – so you be a good boy and go sleepy for me.” She fluffed out the blanket over Kyle and then handed him his little bear which he accepted as she tucked it into his arms. Then to Kyle’s dismay, she sat down on the side of the bed and presented him with a baby bottle of milk, “Now honey we’ve still got some rules we need to go over, one of them that is supposed to be a big part of this is routine. You will be taking a bottle whenever you go sleepy. I wanted to get you used to this. I only filled this one about halfway, but I want you to finish this for me okay?” Karen said to him in a sweet but serious tone. “aww mom do I have to?” Kyle said pleading with his mother as if this was a step to far. “Yes darling you have to, now I better see this all gone when I come get you up in a half hour – am I clear cutie?” “Yes mom” Kyle said. “That a good boy” Karen responded as she took the bottle and guided it into Kyle’s mouth. “There you go baby, now drink up.” Karen waited for a moment holding the bottle in his mouth waiting for him to begin sucking at the sweet milk. Kyle reluctantly complied with his mother and started to nurse at the bottle, with his face getting flush at the thought of his embarrassing situation. “Alrighty baby you hold on to this tight okay and don’t stop sucking on it until you finish it all up for mommy.” Karen said as she guided his hand to the bottle and gave him a kiss on the check. As she stood up, she reached down to the side of the bed, flipped over a cover, and then lifted up a side rail that Kyle hadn’t seen before. It went up about three feet and transformed the already childish bed into essentially a crib. Kyle was not pleased but didn’t dare take the bottle out of his mouth to protect, he know it would result in a major punishment. Kyle’s mother leaned over the side of the rail looking down at her baby “Now there is two-way monitor from this room to my room, if you need me, you just say so and I’ll be in here before you know it okay sweetheart.” Kyle just nodded at his mother, absolutely paralyzed by embarrassment, and sat there bewildered by how he ended up in this situation. His mother left the room and flipped on the nursery chime which began to hum gentle lullaby music, she then turned off the lights and left the room saying, “rest well little one, I’ll come get you in just a little bit”. as she shut the door. Kyle was left to his own devices, staring at the mobile spinning above and sucking his bottle obediently. To his surprise, the rhythm of everything and the long day got the best of him, causing him to drift off to sleep. Karen was very satisfied with how things were going. Kyle seemed to be taking to his treatment rather well and everyone had been so supportive so far. They’d basically made it up to the resort with only one extreme mishap, which although a big one – she figured it was a part of the whole experience of being and his treatment, so she was not actually surprised. She figured the laxative in his breakfast was a bit of an extreme step, but she was trusting Candice and knew it was a part of getting Kyle to understand, he was not in control in this moment and that was okay. That messing up was okay and sometimes you just can’t help it. She continued to ponder her thoughts and layout some different outfits as she heard a knock on their front door. She quickly went out to greet her visitor and saw that it was Darlene, she totally forgot she was going to come by to talk. She opened the door to welcome her. “Hey there Darlene! I totally spaced that you were coming by, what was it you wanted to talk about?” Karen asked as she greeted her. “Oh you know I just wanted to go over a few things about kids camp, would you mind if we talked outside for a few minutes?” Darlene said a bit timidly but in her usual cheerful tone. “No problem.” Karen said. She was a bit nervous but relieved in the same way, she didn’t know exactly what to expect for Kyle and wanted him to have the best experience possible. They went outside and sat on the front patio bench. Darlene began “So Mrs. Connors just to explain - myself, a lovely girl named Candy and then Mrs. Butterfeld are the main leaders for Little Cubs, which is the under 7 category of kids camp, I run the inside time with Mrs. Butterfeld most days, except today since they had extended outdoor hours.” Karen nodded as she let Darlene continue. “So anyway – I’m pretty experienced with the whole thing and I wanted to chat with you about Kyle to make sure we can get him the best experience possible. You see I saw he had the blue wrist band and the rainbow wristband on today. Honestly, I didn’t even need to see the rainbow wristband, as his diaper was rather obvious when you arrived, and I could tell he had a messy accident earlier…” Karen nodded and was a bit perturbed by her comment but not at all surprised. Darlene went on “I totally am probably stepping outside the lines here but I just want to help make this work. Is it okay if I ask - is Kyle in diapers 24/7?” she asked nervously. Karen nodded her head and responded with a smile, “well you know he has just been having a tough time with the potty lately. Honestly, I don’t know where it came from but the past few weeks we’ve had so many accidents, it was time we did something about it. So I had to put him on a potty training regiment. He is doing okay but as you could see today – he had a pretty serious accident on the way up here.” she said calmly and then continued. “In fact his current program isn’t too far off from what I saw y’all do at Little Cubs. Outside of sleepy time and long trips – he is going to be wearing pull ups. He needs to tell someone when he needs to go and they’ll take him to mark his progress. If he has an accident, he has to go back to diapers for the rest of the day. He’s been on it for a few weeks and I wish I could say he was making more progress.” Karen said. She knew she was fibbing a little about the length of his issues but she didn’t want it to seem like this all happened today. Darlene looked at her with attention nodding her head saying “I see – well bless your heart for your patience. So from what I’m hearing he has been having a lot of accidents? Is he good about letting you know when he needs a new diaper or pull up? Does he ever change his own pull ups or diaper? I just want to understand better…” Darlene said nervously. At this moment, Karen felt she needed to give Darlene a bit more to work with, so she spun the situation the best she could “Well to go further, mentally Kyle is a 100% with it, he is a very smart boy when he puts his mind to things but he has a knack for losing attention. Emotionally, socially and in many ways physically however – he has been a very very late bloomer. In recent months, along with the potty problems. He’s been, well to put it bluntly – showing numerous signs of regression.” Darlene listened attentively as Karen continued “to answer your question, he is not the best at owning up to his accidents and we’ve found that if he is left to his own devices with his padding, we end up with wet and messy pants. That is why I ended up going with a program that was more suited for… well a toddler than a teenager. As things have gone on, Kyle has seemed to become attached to some other regressive behavior and unfortunately yes – he has been having more accidents and been in diapers more frequently the past week or so.” Karen said as she continued to go on. “My friend Candice is a renowned children’s psychologist and my colleague at Dartmouth. She’s been working on a study recently and experimental therapy that she felt would be positive for Kyle. Both from a practical standpoint since he was having potty issues and also from psychological standpoint.” Karen then went on to explain to Darlene the theory behind the treatment and how Kyle’s been responding positively to things the past few days. She didn’t want to divulge that they had just launched this plan. Darlene seemed to grasp her thoughts and was actually really engaged by the discussion and the idea in general. “I know it may all seem a bit odd, but we think it is really the best thing for Kyle” Karen added as she waited for Darlene to respond. “You know Mrs. Connors, I’m really impressed and just touched by how dedicated of a parent you are. Not every mom is willing to go the distance like this and show so much love. Well I’ll tell you what – I’m 100% with you guys on this and will do everything I can to make sure Kyle has the absolute best little baby summer ever!” Darlene said. “aww Darlene that really makes me feel good, I’m so happy somone at Kids Camp is going to be there to look out for Kyle.” Karen said appreciatively. Darlene then said, “So okay, now that we’ve talked and I understand - here is my suggestion. Look I just don’t want Kyle to get teased any more than he might already. I’ll put a stop to any of it the best I can but you know how kids are. To further avoid this, I really don’t think he should be jumping between groups. At least for the first week, I think we should just keep him in little cubs where he is going to be safe. If he is doing good with the potty, then perhaps we can give him a blue wristband and get him in the other activity groups. From everything you told me, it just seems like Little Cubs makes the most sense and we should be able to accommodate him better there. I just don’t want to see him crying on the soccer field with wet pants is all.” Karen nodded her head saying “Darlene that does make a lot of sense. Let me talk to Kyle about it tomorrow. I think you’re right but I need to think about it and let Kyle make a choice on this as well. We’ll see how things evolve tomorrow and go from there. I just feel so much better that you’re aware of my little boys issues and are willing to help take care of him. Thank you so much for coming by to talk.” “Oh of course and that sounds like an awesome plan. Well we look forward to seeing the kidos tomorrow! Feel free to come by the center in the morning if you want to chat before and get him all situated! See you soon!” Darlene answered as she gave Karen a quick hug and skipped off toward her golf cart. Karen walked slowly back in the cabin. She felt a little bad about bending the truth in different direction during their discussion, but she decided she was more honest than not with her. She was so happy that Darlene was on board. Now she just needed to figure out if Kyle was going to be willing to give up all his big boy privileges – that would be a big step and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to convince him on day one. She decided she chat with him about it during bath time but right now she needed to get her little boy up and ready for din din. To Be Continued.