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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 63 Isabelle's mind was racing. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the now reignited auditorium. Her ears had not quite recognized the raucous applause around her as she just barely lifted her head off of the soft carpet she likewise didn't recognize. But her mind? Her mind was racing. It wasn't the only thing racing, however. Isabelle's heart was beating faster than she could ever recall. Together, heart and mind, her thoughts and emptions were causing a whirlwind inside of her that her body had not quite caught up to. Had her eyes been capable of registering what was happening around her, they would have seen a jam packed auditorium standing as the ballerinas on stage took their bows. Had her ears been capable of hearing, they would have caught as several parents called down to their children with pride, wanting to give their performers the individualized attention they all so deserved. Had her brain been accepting information from the nerves at the edges of Isabelle's fingers, she would have registered that she had been, at some point during the second half of the performance, laid down on the soft, plush carpet, now sporting a small drool spot from her mouth. But none of that had happened, even as Isabelle sat up on her recently soaked diaper, the cushion squelching beneath her. Isabelle's heart and mind continued to race as her body acted on autopilot, her arms stretching out above her head, her physical form having been disrupted from its slumber. Isabelle did not, however, feel rested. Her dream was more real than ever, and Isabelle began questioning whether her time in Aquaria was not her actual reality. '....But what would that make this?' She found herself asking. Isabelle's mind felt out of control, and for the first time in a while, out of synch with her body. It was as though her mind had been hit by a train of information; her eyes were opened wide, both literally and figuratively. But all they could process was what she had learned in her dream. It was the slippers. Isabelle repeated the thought to herself over and over as memories began to slowly seep into her mind. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle reinforced her newly discovered theory as Jane picked Isabelle up from the floor, holding her NOW baby daughter close to her body. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle repeated and repeated the line to herself. No matter now much time seemingly passed, Isabelle was fueled by her sudden realization. The adrenaline had not worn off at all from the moment she had returned from Aquaria. There were too many questions to ask, far too few answers, and absolutely no direction with which to follow moving forward. Isabelle was absolutely dazed. But whether it was the daze, or something else, Isabelle's body continued to act consistent with her current physical self, and perhaps against her mind. When her mom lifted her up, Isabelle did not resist. When her mom snuggled her neck, Isabelle released a giggle and cuddled into the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle's mind may have been coming to, but her body was not. To an onlooker, Isabelle's behavior thus probably seemed precisely how one might expect. Isabelle was stunningly silent through the lengthy standing ovation and applause, as each dancer was cheered on loudly by the friends, family, and classmates. The noise, which normally might have bothered her, felt muted. Instead, all Isabelle heard was the echoes of her mind replaying her dream over and over again. Isabelle stayed silent as her mommy and daddy went to congratulate Dani's parents. Isabelle hardly even noticed they had moved to another balcony, her eyes completely transfixes on her ballet slippers wrapped around her mother's side as her mind continued to struggle with the reality of her situation. More than a few "she must be exhausted" and "what an absolute champion" were thrown in Isabelle's direction by curious friends. Isabelle heard none of it. Isabelle reacted to none of it Nor was any of it true; Isabelle felt full of energy, her heart pounding hard against her chest. "Well," Jane said, transitioning the conversation with her peers, "we have to collect ours and get this one home to bed." Jane shifted Isabelle higher up on her hip, stroking her daughter's hair in an effort to calm her down. "I don't know," Dani's mom joked sheepishly. "She looks so stiff and attentive all the sudden. You'd think she'd be fast asleep on your shoulder at this point!" Sam and Jane curiously met eyes; Isabelle was acting a little strange, to their eyes at least. "I'm sure she's just overtired, and a little thrown off by all the noise and lights. She'll be out cold before we back the car out of the lot." Sam explained Jane changed her facial expression from concern into a smile; 'he's right, after all,' she told herself. But he wasn't. Or it didn't feel like he was. Isabelle suddenly felt very lonely. Her momm- mother could not possible understand what she was going through at that moment, as more and more memories of her past life flooded into her mind. 'Or can she? Does she.....know?' Isabelle wondered. The terrifying thought occupied Isabelle's mind as Jane carried her toward the staircase that would lead down to the main floor. 'What if momm......mom has known all along what's been happening to me....what's happened to me over the last.....well months!' It couldn't be true, Isabelle wanted to believe. But the sinking thought of it even being possible horrified her. Isabelle's eyes moved up from her shoes to meet her mother's gaze, the first time she had stopped looking at her slippers. 'Momm...Mom has had this kind of work out for her,' Isabelle thought. 'She met a nice man, she's engaged...' Isabelle's mind got stuck on that fact for a moment longer than she intended. As a baby, she had not appreciated the ramifications of her mom's engagement beyond that she was going to be a flower girl. But her mind was suddenly not that little girl's, and reality was setting in. 'It couldn't be though,' Isabelle concluded, not wanting to to consider the idea for one moment longer, and certainly not wanting to explore the notion that her mom would engage in half, let alone some very particular things, with Isabelle had she known what was happening. But Isabelle's current situation was suddenly becoming all too real to her. She was in her mother's arms. HER ARMS! Jane was carrying her, as though Isabelle was nothing. And Isabelle practically was nothing. Isabelle's eyes traced her little pudgy arms, before scanning down her body to the legs wrapped around her mom's torso. It was remarkable; she was LITERALLY a baby. 'How....can this be.....real?' Yet Isabelle's body tried with all of its effort to get even closer to her mom, pulling on her mom's neck with all her might in order to get her head higher up. Jane simply shifted Isabelle to Jane's front, allowing Isabelle's head to collapse fully on Jane's shoulder. Isabelle recognized, however, that was had happened was real, however possible. Memories of being in classes with those girls she had JUST watched on the stage were starting to return to her mind. It felt as though it were just days ago. Then suddenly, Isabelle was in 10th grade all over again, and everyone acted......'completely normal about it.' It was as though Isabelle was the only one who realized what had happened. Isabelle's heart began to race faster as her mom's feet hit the ground level. Before she knew it, her mom had rounded a corner, and in her mind, she had shrunk again; this time to middle school. Memories of her new friends, of Mel, brought a smile to her face, if briefly. But the concern and shock returned almost immediately thereafter. 'How was any of this possible...' Isabelle's mind turned back to her investigation. It seemed so foolish now, but had she simply not identified the cause. 'The slippers...' No matter how many times she spoke it to herself, it remained shocking to think. Isabelle's attention was snapped for the first time since the show had ended. It felt as though it had been nearly an hour, if not quite that. Isabelle felt as her mom's body however, re-energized as they greeted someone. "Sweetie you were AMAZING! I mean absolutely AMAZING! WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!" Jane's voice echoed in Isabelle's ears as she picked her head up to see Lola, walking out of the locker room, still wearing much of her ballet outfit and her makeup. 'She's blushing,' Isabelle thought. It was a shocking thought to have, Isabelle reflected in an instant. Not just because Isabelle was able to recognize such a subtle body response. It was shocking because Lola rarely blushed. 'Lola knows she's great. Even when her dad.....' Isabelle's mind trailed off, before the realization set in. 'She hasn't had a mom to greet her after a show in almost a decade.' Isabelle was both grateful and regretful that she recognized how special the moment must have been for Lola, after all these years, after developing such a nice relationship with her....... with their mom. Isabelle was happy for her friend. Her best friend. Isabelle's theory was only confirmed by Lola's more indifferent response to her dad's compliments. "Thanks guys. But I wasn't even the lead in this one. It's Dani that was amazing...." 'Humble.' Now that was a response Isabelle was used to Lola providing, despite being the strongest dancer of their year. Isabelle didn't get to think much longer, before she was suddenly lifted out of her mom's arms, and grasped tightly by Lola. Lola's touch was so delicate. Isabelle had held her friend's hands so often, the touch felt just as familiar as it cradled her body. "And how about you Belly? What did you think of how I did?" Lola asked playfully, as she used her free hand to accept a bouquet of flowers Sam handed to her. Isabelle wanted to compliment Lola, to tell her she was amazing, to point out the nuances of Lola's performance, the specific moves she completed perfectly. Isabelle's mind was recycling memories of those parts of the show she had been awake for, and felt the glowing response coming out, sitting on the very tip of her tongue, begging to escape. But her body simply didn't allow it. Instead, Isabelle buried her face into Lola's shoulder, rubbing her dripping nose and drooly mouth into the nook of Lola's neck. Isabelle simple nodded, pushing her face in deeper to her friend's skin, the all-too familiar smell of Lola's perfume flowing through Isabelle's nose. Isabelle expressed her approval the only way her body would allow; nodding up and down into Lola's neck. "Aww.....Is someone tired?" was all Lola said in response. Jane answered for Isabelle. "Yeahhh, I think so. But you'd be so proud. She lasted the whole first half of the show. She watched from my arms, and dad's arms, and she kept pointing and pointing at you, calling your name. We had to put her pacifier in just to keep her quiet. She was practically screaming for you!' 'Another blush.' This one, Isabelle felt, as the warmth spread to Lola's cheeks, pressing against her own face. It made her happy. Which was odd all things considered. Isabelle was still smiling when Lola grasped Isabelle more firmly, translating her carry into more of a hug or cradle. It only made Isabelle happier. "What an amazing little girl you are!" was the only response Isabelle heard, as she settled her head further into her friend. It felt familiar, and that was comforting. So familiar, Isabelle nearly nodded off, nearly forgot that her world had come crashing back to reality. From there, the conversation took off without Isabelle at all. Lola led the way through the school. Jane continued to marvel at all of Lola's pieces of the performance, often pointing out the very things Isabelle had wanted. In fact, Isabelle was a little shocked about how much her mom actually knew about ballet. 'I never realized how much she really paid attention to me...' It was a sobering though, yet still overflowed Isabelle with love. The conversation didn't stall from the auditorium to the car. Isabelle kept her head buried in Lola's shoulder. Her mind was still racing, but her body felt so relaxed. Isabelle's mental journey continued, as memories of her second time in second grade returned. The loneliness of that time took over; she had been without her friends from high school or middle school. There had been so much stress during the day and at night with trying to get to the bathroom. Of everything that happened to her, even more than it happening to begin with, that time had been a major low point in her journey. The emotions of the memories were too much for Isabelle, and Isabelle felt her body finally begin to act with her min as she let out a few sobs and some cries just as Lola approached the car. "Shhhhh. Shhhh Shhh. It's okay Belly," Lola whispered, believing Isabelle's stirs to be related to the opening of the car door, or simple exhaustion. "Let's get you into your car seat, and well be in bed in no time. Shhhh Shhh.." Isabelle was not ready to let go, however. Isabelle didn't want to be alone, to be without Lola ever again. Her memories of her time in second grade were too much, and her grip on her friend - or sister - tightened. It was relentless. "Okay, Okay!" Lola exclaimed, actually shocked at the sting of pain from Isabelle digging her nails into her neck. "I'll carry you around to the other side with me," Lola said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. After such a long evening, she didn't need a toddler's nails in her neck, and she was herself quite exhausted. The promise was enough to calm Isabelle's nerves as she released her vice grip on Lola, and settled back down into her friend's body. Isabelle didn't stir again as Lola closed the side door. Isabelle didn't fidget as Lola carried her to the other side. Isabelle didn't budge as Lola slid into the car in one swift movement, closing the door with a freed hand. Isabelle simply rested. Lola, however, was not going to overlook safety. Deftly, Lola shifted Isabelle off of her shoulder and into her car seat. Before Isabelle could so much as open her eyes, she found herself buckled in firmly, the padding of her seat enveloping her. Isabelle thought she would be more upset to be away from Lola. But in truth, her car seat lent her body a comfort her mind was not expecting. Rather than protest the lack of contact with Lola, Isabelle instead found a special peace within her special seat, her body relaxing, even if her mind would not. Her mind's journey continued. But rather than further distress, Isabelle's mind seemed to settle as memories of daycare flooded her mind. "I was - am - so little," Isabelle confessed, or indeed accepted, as her mind replayed memories and images from class with Becky and Julia as though she was there at that very minute. Isabelle saw a smile on her face, as she called out animal names, played with make-believe trains, memories filling her heart with warmth. More than familiarity, or clarity, engulfed her. Isabelle was filled with a sense of joy, of happiness, of completeness, as her mind played memory after memory of singing, dancing, playing and more at daycare. Isabelle felt no distress, and certainly no stress, as her mind seemingly calmed itself for the first time since she had woken up after the show. 'I was.....truly happy there,' Isabelle confessed to herself, just as she felt her lips part as Lola slipped her pacifier into her mouth in the car. Isabelle felt her eyes settle shut, as her body went into autopilot, suckling her pacifier graciously. 'Happier than.....' Isabelle wasn't sure if it was true. Or if she was even willing to admit it. But part of her wanted to think it, wanted to say it. Happier than she had been in a while. Isabelle's confessions was seemingly only reinforced as the car began to back out of the spot, before Sam shifted into drive, and began the journey home. Despite reality setting into her mind, Isabelle felt confused. 'Shouldn't I be freaking out? At least, more than I am...?' But Isabelle's heart rate was slowing, her mind was calming. It wasn't yet relaxed, but more that it was confused. 'Do I even have a choice?' Isabelle wondered. But as she did, she opened her eyes, and stared down at her feet. Despite her enlightenment, she had not once tried to take her slippers off. 'I'm still wearing them.....I suppose I could just....take them off.' Isabelle was too distracted to consider the irony that she had been happily suckling her pacifier while contemplating her very adult decisions. ... ... 'I don't know what I want.' Isabelle admitted it quietly, as she felt her body shift against the cushion of her seat. Her eyes shut firmly once again, her realization briefly causing her heart to speed up again. But something unexpected happened that calmed her down; Isabelle's face warmed at Lola's touch, who seemingly noticed her distress. Isabelle didn't need to open her eyes. In fact, she preferred to keep them shut, allowing her sense of touch and feel to have exclusive focus on Lola's touch, as her gentle fingers stroked Isabelle's cheek, before playfully dancing their way down her chest and stomach, down her legs, and to her slippers, before repeating the motions back up her body. Isabelle squirmed gleefully in her chair as she felt the car make another turn, her body shifting toward the door this time instead. Conversation continued in the car around her. Isabelle heard echoes of her mom's voice. Her new dad's voice. Lola's voice. There was laughter. There were high pitches and low. There was excitement and energy. It was an incredible sensation; Isabelle had never quite had a family like this before. And as she considered that thought, she realized no one else in the car really had either, at least in some time. More remarkable than anything was the fact that it occurred to Isabelle she either wasn't even hearing the words that were spoken, or couldn't comprehend them. Yet, the feeling of fulfillment was still the same. She FELT it, KNEW it, was PART of it, and even added to it. Knowing what was said was not as relevant as simply being present in that moment. The sensation of feeling whole was too much for her little body to handle emotionally. Isabelle's mind, perhaps, could have managed it. But her body was still operating very much as it had for the past several weeks. Right now, that little body needed to move. Isabelle felt her back arch up from the soft padding it had been laying against, but that alone wasn't enough. Isabelle's feet stretched out as much as her seat would allow, before bending, her feet resting against her seat. Isabelle pushed her feet, using the leverage created with her legs to arch her body further. Isabelle mustered just enough strength to life her wet diaper up from the seat, pressing against the five point harness that held her securely in the car as much as she could. Sensing she lacked the strength to hold herself long, Isabelle used her arms to hold herself suspended, if even just for a moment. Isabelle's stirring didn't garner much, if any reaction or attention, other than Lola's hand continuing to dance around her body.. 'It's completely normal to them,' Isabelle acknowledged, as she pressed up further against her harness with all her might, the conversation, noise, and family around her continuing about as though everything was in order. Isabelle smiled beneath her pacifier, which continued to shift in, and out, of her mouth with every breath. Isabelle's exertion of effort caused her body to engage in an unexpected, different reaction. It was an indescribable moment, frozen as she suspended herself above her car seat. Isabelle's mind was fully hers once more. Perhaps overwhelmed with the onslaught of memories and feelings returning all at once. But hers nonetheless. Yet Isabelle's body was not her own. It continued to respond to the every stimuli, internal and external, as it had, as it should, as was normal for the little baby she had become, that she was. So while her mind was fully aware of what happened next, her body proceeded without hesitation. Isabelle's stomach muscles delicately pushed as her face scrunched up, just enough to ensure she could help her bowels along. Isabelle's mind processed as her sphincter wantingly opened up, allowing her poop to escape into the welcoming diaper underneath her. Isabelle's body naturally proceeded, emptying what poop it had, wave after wave, as her mind acknowledge the feeling of the poop piling up in her diaper, first weighing it down until it was practically touching the seat beneath her, and then continuing to pile up until the very last log stacked up, resting against the skin of her bottom. Isabelle's mind wanted to be disgusted at what she had just fully been aware of happening. Isabelle was, however, in a way disgusted that her mind was not. 'It should be wrong, feel wrong.' But it didn't. 'It doesn't....it feels.....good," Isabelle admitted. 'It feels right." Isabelle's body continued to overpower - or perhaps work with, if Isabelle was being honest - her mind, as the effort to keep herself suspended was simply too much for her little body. Slowly, effortlessly, seamlessly, Isabelle released the tension in her arms, lowering herself slightly. Isabelle's mind braced as she felt the very top log of poop, which had been resting so delicately against her skin, begin to flatten as the weight of her body pressed down on it, and the layers of poop below it. Isabelle continued, releasing the strain in her legs, one at a time, as she unbent her right knee first. Isabelle stretched her little right leg out, feeling relief in the tension it had holding her body up, as the right side of her body sank further. Isabelle felt her right butt cheek push more weight down against the mound of poop beneath her, now pressing it more firmly, with more weight, feeling the warm solid mound press down around her right side. Isabelle felt as the poop covered her right butt check, pressing further behind her, and even in front, before she lowered no more. Still, her mind was not disgusted. Still, Isabelle was shocked it was not. Isabelle repeated the process with her left knee, which represented the last remaining structure holding her body up. Isabelle felt relief as her leg stretched out, as had her right, before a similar sinking happened on her left. Her poop covered her left butt cheek, before shifting forward and back, up the backs and front of her diaper. Unlike last time, however, the full weight of her body was now pressing her poop in every direction. By the time Isabelle stopped sinking, the poop had risen not only to the top of the back of her diaper, but the front as well. Still, no disgust. 'This should be mortifying!' Isabelle couldn't help but think. Yet her mind was not mortified. And her body was, in fact, the complete opposite, as the smile on her face extended. Isabelle shifted her weight left and right, finding a sweet comfort seated in her poop. Despite being fully seated on it now, Isabelle was not making any contact with the padding of her diaper. Rather, a thick layer of her poop was propping her up, and Isabelle felt noticeably taller in her car seat, and equally, if not more comfortable. Isabelle was snapped our of her daze as she heard a noise to her left; Lola had used her free left hand to lower the power window on the driver's side near her. Isabelle almost forgot where she was, a sense of guilt beginning to trickle into her mind. 'Oh my god....what will they think? What will they say?' The disgust Isabelle had been expecting, but had not come, would soon enough be thrust upon her, Isabelle knew, whether she wanted it or not. Yet it never came. There was no reaction at all to what Isabelle's body - nay, what Isabelle - had done. No reaction when she had lifted herself up. No response when she had scrunched her face and pushed. No comments as she piled her poop up into her diaper. No remarks as she sat back down in it, spreading it around. No jests as Lola cracked open a window. Everyone conducted themselves as though nothing had happened, nothing abnormal. Conversation continued. Laughter continued. And the sense of family, of completeness, never left the car. No disgust. In fact, It had only occurred to Isabelle in that precise moment, that Lola's hand had never left her body throughout her entire pooping experience. Lola's hand had danced up her tummy when Isabelle scrunched. Lola's hand danced down her diaper and to her legs as Isabelle had pushed. Lola's hand had paused to rest on Isabelle's diaper to confirm what Isabelle was doing as Isabelle had released her arms. And Lola's hand danced all the way up to Isabelle's fact, caressing Isabelle's cheek, as Isabelle released her weight down onto her poopy diaper, spreading it about. Lola's hand had never left, still gently motioning her right thumb across Isabelle's cheek, periodically wiping the drool dripping from Isabelle's lips. Lola's hand never left. Isabelle's eyes began to rest more fully, as she allowed the full weight of her head to collapse into Lola's open hand. Isabelle felt Lola's hand curve ever so slightly, creating a pillow on which Isabelle could rest. The noise and sounds around her began to dull once more, but never left. Never stopped. Isabell returned to her thoughts, comfortable, cozy, and calm. 'Would it be so bad to stay like this?' The question had been hovering in her mind for a while, and Isabelle could hardly believe she was considering it. At the same time, she could. It was nice beyond belief to have a family dynamic she had never had. Isabelle also couldn't deny how happy those were around her; her mom, was truly in love. Lola, who always complained of being an only child, had a sister. Even Sam, who Isabelle had known for years, was like a completely different person. 'But that isn't reason to do this,' Isabelle knew. She had to make a decision for herself, ultimately. Was she really ready to throw away all her years of ballet training? All her memories and experiences with her best friends, Lola and Dani, as their equal? Would it be worth it, just to grow up all over again? 'It's not as though I couldn't do ballet all over again,' Isabelle began reasoning with herself. "And....' Isabelle hesitated. She knew that in all likelihood, she, Lola, and Dani would have been going their separate ways after they graduated. They didn't like to talk about it, but it lingered behind everything they did. '...and this would let me keep Lola, and maybe even Dani, in my life in a way I wouldn't have been able to otherwise....' Isabelle's realization hit her like a truck just as she felt the car come to a stop. "I'll grab her." Isabelle heard Lola state. It wasn't a question. "Okay," Isabelle heard Jane reply. "I'll meet you upstairs." Isabelle left her eyes shut. She soon heard the car door next to her open, followed by a cool winter breeze blow across her face. Isabelle shuddered as Lola unbuckled her harness. Isabelle felt the weight of her diaper fall under her as she was lifted into Lola's arms, clutching her big sister closely for warmth. Isabelle felt as Lola scooped her sagging diaper up, pressing the poop firmly against her skin once more, before carrying her into the house. "Let's go stinky. You made quite a heavy diaper in your seat sweetie." No disgust. No bother. Just love. All Isabelle felt was love, as she settled further into Lola's chest, comforted by the press of her full diaper against her skin. Isabelle's mind settled finally. She knew she'd have a decision to make. But right now, she was just tired. Isabelle relaxed her body and mind as Lola carried her up each stair toward her nursery. Isabelle felt as she was carried down the all-too familiar hall toward what had been her bedroom for months now. Isabelle smiled as she was lowered on to her soft changing table. The next moment she opened her eyes, she saw her mom staring down at her, smiling back. "Hey poopy pants. Let's get you into a fresh diaper," Jane cooed to Isabelle. Isabelle only giggled in response, blissfully unbothered by the mass she had made, sat it, and squished around in her diaper. Jane quickly undressed Isabelle until she was in nothing but her diaper. Then, Jane unsecured the tapes, not without making a remark. "Wheeeewwww. Belly. Quite the big stinky you made for everyone. What do you think Lola?!" Isabelle hadn't realized that Lola had stayed, seated on her mommy's nursing chair, until she responded. "Oh I got the full feel off it in the back of the car, don't you worry. Such a poopy girl!" Lola joked, as Isabelle felt her mom begin to clean her up. Isabelle felt safe as her mom wiped her, taking her time to clean up every inch of her. Isabelle never stopped suckling her pacifier as Jane worked to clean her up, sliding a fresh, thick diaper underneath Isabelle. "I really am proud of you," Jane said, turning to Lola. Isabelle watched as her mother's gaze left her for just a moment to look at her new big daughter. Her mom was sincere; Isabelle knew the tone. The undertone of pride was real, and Isabelle was proud too. "....th..thanks" Lola responded. "Thanks mom.." Lola repeated, adding a word that Jane, and even Isabelle had never expected to hear. A silence gripped the room, as Jane froze, holding the powder turned upside down over Isabelle. Lola was the first to break the silence. "I guess I need to get used to calling you that now," Lola said, startled by her own use of the word. It had been so long, and meant so much to say it. Jane wanted to cry. "You know you don't need to if you aren't comfortable. It's okay. I understand sweetie. I lost my mom young too, and I know she will always be your mom." Jane understood the situation was challenging, though Lola calling her that would mean the world to her. Lola immediately regretted her use of the word 'need.' "What I mean to say is...I...want to get used to saying it. I do want to call you mom...it may take some time before it feels natural though.." Jane had not moved, and as a result, had dumped an enormous amount of powder on Isabelle's crotch as she lay naked, open diaper on her changing table. But now she moved, lifting the powder back up, and chuckling at the mess she had made. Leaving Isabelle securely strapped to the changing table, Jane made her way over to Lola, who had stood up at this point, and the two embraced. Isabelle couldn't hear much of what was whispered between the two, but it warmed her heart nonetheless. Even naked as she lay, Isabelle felt warm and fuzzy. After what felt like a full ten minutes, Isabelle watched as the two separated, and both turned to Isabelle. "I think you may have used a little too much powder," Lola said, breaking the purity of the moment as the two laughed. "Yes. Yes I did. But she'll be fine. She wets so heavy at night anyway, I'll just tape her up and I'm sure she'll be soaked through, if not more in the morning. Though I don't know how she could have anything left in her after that diaper.." Isabelle smiled as Lola handed Jane a set of footie pajamas, which she was swiftly zipped into. Jane then handed Isabelle off to Lola, who proceeded to kiss her warmly, before laying Isabelle down gently into her crib. Isabelle fell asleep as Jane and Lola looked down at her. Isabelle didn't hear the door close behind them as they left soon after; she was blissfully asleep.

Thanks so much! It's great to hear from one of the regular contributors. I am looking forward to closing it up the way I wanted to back over the summer. Nothing to harsh! You were not alone. Several people were very helpful in offering criticism and guidance, you most of all. I appreciated then and now. I am thrilled you enjoyed this section more already, though most of the changes will appear in what comes next!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 62 TWO MONTHS LATER Isabelle leaped up and down, as high as she could, her legs extending out beneath her as she launched into the air, and bending as she landed, squatted down. She was simply full of joy. It was the night. The night. And the first part of the show had been wonderful Isabelle insisted on dressing for the part that evening. Jane knew when to pick her battles, and this was not it. Instead, Jaen acquiesced to her daughter's pointing at outfits before the performance which, in the end, was not as ridiculous as it otherwise might have been. Isabelle bent down once more to leap, her pale pink tights stretching comfortably as she did, pausing for a brief moment before her little legs launched her up in to the air once again. Isabelle smiled gleefully as she jumped, her pink onesie, (or as she liked to call it, her "leotard") sporting a slightly darker pink than her tights soaring with her little body into the air. Isabelle smiled as she felt the ground fall away beneath her, feeling as though she might never fall back to the earth. But gravity prevailed. It always did. Isabelle had landed the last several jumps, but when her special ballet slippers reached the floor this time, Isabelle lost her balance and tumbled on to her butt. 'It's no matter'; Isabelle thought, startled but unbothered by the impact. She had become used to falling. After all, balancing was very hard. One of the many benefits, however, was having a soft diaper to land in, particularly when it was already as squishy as hers was. Shaking off the shock from the fall, Isabelle resumed her antics. Isabelle had been feeling restless from being so patient and well behaved, at least in her view, during the first half of the show. So Isabelle continued to move about, taking advantage of the time she had to do so. Shifting her weight off of her butt and onto her hands and knees, Isabelle began to crawl around. The lights had just come on in the auditorium, intermission having just started in the show. Isabelle wanted to jump, move, and dance, just like the ballerinas on state. 'Just like Lola and Dani.' Isabelle had tried to get off of her mom's lap during the show, wanting to mimic the dancers then. But Jane hadn't allowed her, despite her loud - and embarrassing - shrieks demanding otherwise. Now was her chance. Isabelle felt like a real dancer that night, dressed up like a ballerina, in a fancy auditorium, and filled with spectators ready to watch. Sure, the audience hadn't exactly come to see her. But that was beside the point; they were going to get a special performance from Isabelle regardless of what they paid for. 'After all, I am the best in my ballet class!' Isabelle thought to herself. Isabelle began crawling the perimeter of the balcony, assessing what she might do. As she explored, Isabelle wondered about what routines she might be able to do from the floor to captivate her audience. Lost in thought, Isabelle crawled over her discarded tutu, laying abandoned on the ground. Isabelle hadn't been on the balcony five minutes before stripping out of it, Jane rolling her eyes as her daughter pulled the tutu down from her waist, and kicking to the side. Isabelle continued to crawl about, her mind wandering as it often did. The pattern of bunnies and carrots around her diaper was ever so visible through her tights as she crawled. The pink of her tights barely concealing the pattern of Jane's favorite heavy duty diaper to put her baby in, and to an onlooker, it was quite cute indeed. While the pattern may have been slightly faded, the bulk of the diaper was not. Nor was the obvious sag, the diaper already well used by the potty princess. Isabelle paid no heed the bulk which weighed her down. She felt special, being at a real ballet.. Lola had even bought Isabelle a special tiara she could wear for the performance that night. It hadn't left her head all afternoon or evening. If Isabelle had any say in it, it would never come off either. Isabelle truly felt like a ballerina princess. Isabelle eventually grew bored with her floor routine. Isabelle planted her hands on the ground in front of her, and began the herculean effort of pushing off her knees to get her feet on to the ground. With a final shove, Isabelle managed to push her legs up on to her feet, keeping her hands planted on the ground to stabilize herself. For a brief moment, Isabelle stood frozen, her hands planted on the ground, her legs slightly bent, and her diaper very much sticking out. It always took her a moment to stabilize. Isabelle kept her eyes focused between her hands until she was confident she was steady, the mass of her diaper spreading her legs further apart than she considered, and pressed out for her mom to see seated behind her. After her lengthy pause, Isabelle pushed up from her hands, spreading her arms out immediately to maintain her balance, and finally, was standing. Isabelle let a giggle out at her success. Isabelle waddled forward toward the balconies edge, spotting the balcony rail in front of her. Isabelle imagines the railing was like a studio barre, thinking of all the times she watched Lola practice on one when she accompanied her mom to pick Lola up at school. Isabelle wanted to show everyone that she could be just like Lola. Step by step, Isabelle waddled forward, her diaper keeping her legs far more spread out than usual. Finally, after what felt like a marathon, Isabelle reached out, and placed her hands on the railing above her head. 'Success!' Isabelle exclaimed in her mind, allowing another giggle to escape her vocal cords as pride overwhelmed her. Isabelle gripped the railing as tight as her sweaty palms allowed her, though her little hands could barely wrap around the gold-plated railing to really have a grip. Instead, Isabelle more or less placed pressed against it for stability, though at the angle, it didn't offer much. The crown of Isabelle's head barely cleared the top of the wall that the railing was attached to, such that Isabelle was staring at the red fabric in front of her, rather than the audience below. Jane and and Sam had had to take turns holding Isabelle during those portions of the performance Isabelle tolerated so that she could even see. But from this angle, Isabelle could see nothing. 'I want to see my adoring fans!' Isabelle decided, moving her hands from the railing to the gap that existed between it, and the top of the wall of the balcony. With all her might, Isabelle pressed her palms down, attempting to lift herself up. It was no use, however. Isabelle needed to adjust her strategy. In her second attempt, Isabelle bent her knees, wondering if maybe she needed the leverage from her hands, as well as a lift from her legs, to be able to see over. After all, it was really cool being on the balcony; other than watching her big sister and Dani dance, it felt cool to sit in one of the balcony seats, a place Isabelle knew was extra special. Isabelle bent her knees, preparing to launch herself. Ignoring the rumble in her stomach, Isabelle took one deep breath, and started to life herself once more. But something unexpected happened instead. Before she knew it, Isabelle felt herself turned around by her mommy's outstretched left arm. "Belly get away from there. You're going to hurt yourself," Jane said, as she reeled Isabelle in with her left arm, before lifting her up on to her lap. Whether it was shock that her mom could even reach her so far away from the seats, her mom's stern verbal instructions, or that Isabelle had been so completely lost in her imagination, Isabelle froze in her spot. 'I don't wanna not listen to mommy,' Isabelle thought, as she lifted herself back up into a standing position, turning her body to be perpendicular to the railing and her mom. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she looked up at her mom's warm eyes. Isabelle looked up at her mom, feeling a joy and happiness overwhelm her. But it only got better. Isabelle felt her mom wrap her right arm around her, securing Isabelle in place. Naturally, Isabelle moved toward her mom, her remaining hand abandoning the railing, and with it, the distant thought of her make-believe ballet game. Isabelle completed the journey back toward her mom, resting her weight against her mom's left knee as Jane secured her arm all the way around Isabelle, now playing with her daughter's hair. Isabelle's hands moved up her mom's body, toward her free left hand which had been resting on her body. Isabelle's mind was immediately overtaken by her mom's left hand, and more specifically, one finger, where Isabelle found her little fingers dancing around the new addition to her mom's daily outfit; a massive princess cut diamond ring that was wrapped around her mom's ring finger. Isabelle started to play with the jewel, as she normally did, the the sparkles and refractions shining brightly in the recently lit auditorium. Isabelle had been smiling for weeks about how sparkly the jewel was, wondering if Sam might get her one too if she asked nicely. Isabelle's mind wandered between the sparkly jewel and the ballet as her mom was engrossed in a conversation about nonsense for all she knew. The first half of the show had been excellent; Isabelle got to watch from either her mommy or new daddy's arms, where she had a perfect view of the stage. Isabelle couldn't believe how amazing all the dancers were; she hoped some day she could be as good as they were. But above all, Dani, who was the star of the performance, and Lola, were the best. Isabelle thought it was really special getting to see them both on stage. 'I wonder if they'll ever get to watch me on stage!' But the show only started at 8:00 PM, and it was almost 9:30. Isabelle was starting to get cranky. As she felt her stomach rumble once more, Isabelle shifted her hands away from her mom's ring, and inexplicably, began smacking her mom's knees for the attention she rightly deserved. It had been nearly two months since Isabelle had even been awake this late, and she was feeling out of sorts not being in her routine. Isabelle was tired. Isabelle's stomach continued to gurgle, her hunger having been prolonged much longer than she cared for. Isabelle continued pounding her hands down on her mom, now letting her entire body collapse against her mom's legs. Isabelle settled a bit as she felt her mom's left arm wrap around her body along with the right, but still, her mom was talking to some stranger who Isabelle only now realized had come to their balcony. 'It isn't fair!' Isabelle thought, as her expression turned from happy to sour. 'She's my mommy. I want my mommy.' Isabelle adjusted her tactics. Isabelle found her body slipping off of her mom's knees, and instead toward the empty space between Jane's legs. Pushing the hem of her mommy's dress up, Isabelle's body now rested against the cushioned seat her mom was seated on. 'Now she has to pay attention to me,' Isabelle concluded, as she recognized that she was now six inches closer to her mommy. 'Maybe she just didn't see me before.' Isabelle was wrong. Jane continued speaking with the stranger, the two now laughing. 'Laughing?! Really?!?!' Isabelle couldn't believe her mommy was actually having fun with someone else instead of taking care of her. 'This will not stand,' Isabelle thought, as she began to audibly grumble, building something much louder up inside should it be needed. Without really understanding why she was doing what she did, Isabelle reached her hands up toward her mommy's face, as Jane continued to stroke Isabelle's hair. Isabelle had wanted to reach her mom's cheeks, but they were too far away. Instead, when her hands came down, they landed right on her mom's stomach, the soft and elegant purple fabric of her mommy's new dress soft against the palms of her hands. Still, Jane continued to chat away with her stranger friend, as the volume of Isabelle's whining grew louder. Isabelle continued to act on instinct. As her eyes moved from the profile of her mom's face, they traced down to Jane's soft neck. Her mom was sporting a beautiful necklace ,with jewels that complimented her mom's dress perfectly wrapping around her mom's smooth skin. But that's not what interested Isabelle. What interested Isabelle was what was below the necklace. Isabelle's stomach gurgled again as her eyes lowered a bit more, and were now fixed on her mom's breasts. The world faded away around her as Isabelle's focus became singular, salivating at the mere thought of the only thing that occupied her mind now. The notion that Isabelle had once been disgusted, or even hesitant, to nurse from her mommy was a thing of the past. Nursing had become such a regular part of her routine, Isabelle couldn't imagine life without it. 'Well, there was that one time mommy tried to use that machine to have her milk from a bottle....' Isabelle thought back to that horrid week, which fortunately, her mom had abandoned and resumed nursing Belly as she always had. Unable to wait one more moment, Isabelle reached out, stretching as far as her arms would allow, before her palms came down higher, but still below her Jane's breasts, which only looked more appealing to Isabelle in the gown that blocked them. Isabelle clutched the soft fabric of her mom's dress, and did the only thing she could think of - she tugged. And tugged again. And tugged once more, with all her might, practically pulling her mom's dress off. 'If this doesn't get the message across, I don't know what will,' Isabelle concluded Jane's eyes turned toward her daughter, meeting her desperate gaze. Isabelle smiled; her plea for attention seemingly worked. Jane freed one of her hands from Isabelle's hair, and used it to remove Isabelle's grip on her dress. Isabelle was startled that the first voice she heard was the stranger's behind her, which started with a laugh. "Well, I think I can guess what she's after," the woman joked, as a smile and stifled laugh emerged from Jane. "Oh yes. There is no stopping Belly from drinking all of mommy's milk," Jane responded. "Normally I would have fed her hours ago, so she must be really hungry. I'm sorry." Isabelle wasn't sure if her mommy was talking to her or to her friend, but she didn't care. She was simply relieved that her mom recognized that she was already very late on her feeding. "She must be exhausted too," the stranger continued, as Isabelle felt relief overtake her, her mom picking her up and setting her down on her lap. "Hungry and tired. Bad combination," Jane added, gently moving Isabelle's hands away from the top of her dress where they had returned to tug. Jane paused for a moment, her eyes darting around to assess the privacy of their balcony. In truth, there was some, but not quite as much as she would have preferred. 'I could go to the bathroom downstairs, but its not like there will be a nursing room in the school, so it wouldn't be private there either. The car is far, and a bathroom stall would be uncomfortable.' Sensing her dilemma, Sam spoke up. "Just feed her here, sweetheart. It's not a problem. No one is looking up here anyway," Sam added. "I'll let myself out," the friend started. Isabelle was glad to have some privacy, the act still not one she happily shared in the presence of others, other than Sam or Lola. And rarely, if ever, in public. "Nonsense," Jane interrupted, to Isabelle's surprise. "It's nothing you haven't seen before. Here, can you hold her a second?" "No problem! Come here my sweet Belly!" Isabelle couldn't believe it as her mom handed her off to the stranger, who eagerly took Isabelle up, turning Isabelle's body so they could look at one another. 'There is something familiar about this stranger,' Isabelle thought. 'I've met her before....lots of times even....' It wasn't until Isabelle's eyes met the woman, that she realized it had been Dani's mom in the booth chatting with her mommy. Still, Isabelle couldn't believe that her mom was not only going to feed her on the balcony, where anyone from the audience could look up or down to watch, let alone in front of Dani's mom....Isabelle was struggling; she was hungry. She wanted...no. NEEDED her mom's milk. If she fussed, she might be able to get her mom to move locations. 'But that mean's I'll also have to wait longer to nurse....' Isabelle squirmed as she struggled with her dilemma. Dani's mom simply held Isabelle closer to her body, which immediately put Isabelle at ease. "True," Dani's mom replied to Jane, "though it's been a long, long time since I was nursing either of mins. I am sort of jealous of you, it was such a special time to have them when they're small like this." "Hah," Sam replied, as he stood up. "You say that now, but you should only see the size of some of the poops this little one leaves us. You wouldn't be missing it then!" The three couldn't help but laugh, Jane recognizing how true it was. "Our little Belly is a big, pooping machine" "Oh. You don't get it yet," Dani's mom replied. "I miss it all. Even that," she said, before turning playfully to Belly. "Would you let me change your big poopy diaper if I babysat? Would you?" she repeated, tickling Isabelle's stomach with one free hand. Isabelle couldn't help but release a giggle as she did, unbothered of the content of the conversation. "I'll go refresh our drinks while you feed her," Sam said casually, as he left the balcony and closed the curtain behind him. Isabelle was left wondering why Dani's mom couldn't get drinks while her daddy stayed.... As he left, Jane shifted in her seat, turning her back to the general audience, but not taking much more precaution for privacy than that as she prepared herself. "Can you help me a second, with the zipper?" Jane asked casually, as Isabelle felt herself lifted up in the air, and carried around to her mom's backside. Isabelle watched as Dani's mom unclasped the top of her mommy's dress, and lowered the nearly invisible zipper down a bit. Excitement replaced hunger, as Isabelle felt her mouth begin to water. Slowly but surely, the shame of the prospect of being fed so publicly was dissipating. Isabelle felt herself being carried back down toward Dani's mom's seat, her eyes never leaving her mommy. Isabelle watched, her eyes growing wider and wider, as her mom slipped her right arm out of her dress, holding the strap up with her left arm for a moment, before letting it fall. That action alone wasn't enough to free her mommy's breast, but it would let her easily do so in short order. Isabelle's heart skipped a beat as she watched her mom reach forward for her, as Dani's mom continued to chat with casually, handing her off. "There you go cutie," Dani's mom started, as Isabelle was wrapped up by her mommy. "All ready for mommy's milkies now." Dani's mom said playfully, setting Isabelle down in Jane's lap, before sitting back down herself, and continuing to talk to Jane about their big girls, instead of the baby. But Isabelle caught none of the conversation, and not one word of Dani's mom's remark as she was handed off. Her mind was elsewhere. Isabelle's heartbeat was racing as her gaze never left her mommy. Isabelle watch as her mommy, almost glacially slow, shift her dress around and free her right breast from her dress. It lay inches in front of her, exposed to her wanting lips, exposed to Dani's mom, and indeed, for any onlooker with a decent angle, exposed to them as well. Isabelle thought she'd hesitate. She thought the prospect of nursing in front of someone who was not family would bother her more. Even more shocking, the prospect of doing this in front of strangers, in public, had never crossed her mind as something her mommy would ever do. Something she would ever be asked to do. Something that..... ....That she simply didn't mind doing. More than that. Something she wanted to do. As her mommy put her into position, as the sight of the smallest bead of milk emerged from her mommy's nipple. The bead of milk appeared to grow, and grow, and grow in size as Isabelle's head was lifted up toward that ever growing droplet. And just as she was millimeters away, Isabelle's hesitation disappeared entirely. Instead, Isabelle closed her eyes, parted her lips, and then sealed her mouth around her mom's breast, laying her left hand gently on the side of the breast next to her mom. Isabelle suckled. Suckled. And suckled. And suckled. Isabelle felt joy with every pull of milk as she shared the moment with her mommy, uncaring for anything else in the world. This moment, like every time she nursed, was everything she wanted. The muscles in her mouth worked hard to keep the latch to her mommy's breast, as she worked her tongue around the nipple to free the milk she so loved. Isabelle kept her eyes shut, the world and noise around her muted, falling away into her own perfect universe as she nursed. There was only Isabelle and her mommy. And of course, her milk. "Mine never got that big," Dani's mom continued as the two discussed their parenthoods, now bringing attention to Jane's nursing, and referring of course, with amazement, to the size of Jane's objectively enormous breasts. "Not with with either of mine. Not even close! Is it just more milk production? Does it get more sore? I bet Sam doesn't complain!" she added jokingly, amongst myriad of questions. Jane smiled as she shifted her gaze from her friend down to her breast, where her perfect little girl lay. "I was shocked too, and even asked the pediatrician. You can imagine what an awkward doctor's visit that one was," Jane started with a laugh, before facing her friend again, "because I felt the same way." Jane shifted her free hand slightly so she could stroke Isabelle's cheek, causing her baby to squirm at her mommy's touch. Jane laid furhter back into her seat to get comfortable as she changed her angle to put more of her back toward the general audience, creating an illusion of privacy. If Isabelle noticed, she dind't react one bit. "I felt like I was really packing A LOT of milk, so we asked Dr. Flasky if I should only feed her from one side, or half from each side for my own relief," Jane sighed as she felt indeed felt that relief, at least from her right breast, as Isabelle continued to empty it. Jane closed her eyes for a brief moment, unable to control her emotions as she smiled and felt the burden release, courtesy of her precious angel. "uhmm...Sorry," Jane said embarrassingly, before continuing. "Anyway, Dr. Flasky just said that if she's full she'll stop. So I started doing half feedings on each side about 5 weeks ago, and tried pumping the rest. But she threw a fit, and seemingly kept wanting more. Tantrums every time we tried to use the pumped milk in a bottle. So I just took the doctor's advice and....well she just drinks it all. Every last drop," Jane said with too much of a hint of satisfaction, before turning to her angel. "Isn't that right my hungry hungry girl?" "Wow, seriously?" Dani's mom replied, genuinely shocked that the little girl had such an appetite. "Yup," Jane responded, "not to mention that she's eating solids too, and has quite an appetite for those. I don't mind though. I don't think either of us is ready to start weaning. Not yet, at least." "She's so small you'd never expect it," Dani's mom continued. "Mine weren't such big eaters, which is amazing to think about, because Dani eats more than my teenage boy. I have no idea where it all goes..." "Well, we know where this one's goes," Jane said smiling, tickling her daughter's feet as she could feel Isabelle suckling harder as the stream was coming to a stop. Isabelle suckled away gently as her mom and Dani's mom had been chatting about various things, none of which concerned her. She heard mention of doctors, and eating, but without context, or interest, Isabelle focused on what was far, far more interesting. Isabelle was disappointed as she felt the flow of milk begin to slow, and was lifted up back on to her mommy's lap. But Isabelle had grown used to the process, and she knew it would only be moments of waiting. Sure enough, it was only a few seconds before Jane had shifted her right breast back into her dress, freeing her left, and shifting Isabelle to the other side. Isabelle was soon latched on to her mom's left breast, free to suckle away once again, the thick and heavy stream of milk satisfyingly coating her mouth, throat, and stomach. Isabelle's eyes grew heavy as she worked her lips and tongue. More and more, Isabelle found that feeding from her mom took a lot out of her, and oftentimes, she fell asleep latched. Isabelle didn't hesitate as she released her bladder in her exhaustion, not that she would have considered holding it otherwise, as she lay on her mom's lap. Her diapers never failed her, absorbing the liquid despite already being reasonable saturated. Isabelle felt her mom's hand slip under her diaper, her hand patting rhythmically against the warmed plastic exterior. The comfort of her mommy's hand only caused Isabelle to pee more. But that wasn't a problem. It was never a problem. Isabelle was half asleep, a mixture of drool and milk cascading out of the broken seal of her latch, and down her mom's breast, shortly thereafter. Isabelle caught moments of Dani's mom fawning over her before excusing herself, her daddy coming back and lifting her up, brief images of her mom shifting back into her dress, and one vivid memory of her daddy patting her back before Isabelle released an all too common, loud, milk-belch. Isabelle let her head fall into the crook of her dad's neck, as a pacifier satisfyingly slipped into her empty and longing mouth. Isabelle didn't remember the start of the second half of the show. The last memory she had was of her nuzzling against her daddy's freshly shaven neck, his arms wrapped around her, and the lights in the auditorium fading Isabelle's ear was pressed against Sam's body, as she listened to his heartbeat; steady, strong, and comforting. Isabelle thought about counting the number of times it beat, but there was no use. Isabelle fell fast asleep on his shoulder, and in his arms, before she could muster the count to "one." ************************************ "Entering wreck. Crew, it looks like we're finally going to make it." Investigator Space Captain Isabelle straightened her arms, and like a torpedo, dove down through the broken hole in the ship's hull. In all her years as an Investigator Space Captain for the Rainbow Command, Isabelle had never endured a mission so difficult. Delays, negotiations, atmospheric dangers, all on a distant and new planet, with creatures her homeland could hardly even fathom. A promotion was awaiting her at home. 'Perhaps even Investigator Space Admiral....' Isabelle thought to herself. But that could wait. She needed to focus. 'The mission is not complete yet.' The treasure would soon be hers. "Captain's log. I have finally managed to get back into the ship, with the key in hand. The crew, the greatest in the entire command, deserves all the credit." It was true, Isabelle thought, reflecting on their journey over the last few months. Isabelle turned her body upright and gently kicked her feet as she navigated the ship. She had thought that once she acquired the Clam Conjurer's pearl, all would be settled. Isabelle laughed to herself as she thought about all she, and the crew, had endured since. "Log. At every turn, we were stymied. After the storm was quelled, we had to deal with what is being dubbed as "The Great Freeze," an unexpected climate insurgence caused by the Great Space Penguins of the outer rim." Isabelle recalled how cold it had gotten after the freeze. The penguins were absolutely adorable, even now she could hardly believe the mayhem they had caused. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she pictured their little heads in their spacesuits. Isabelle was also thankful First Mate Rabbity (yes, he had earned yet ANOTHER promotion) had developed an encased sleeping suit to conserve the entire human crew's - (population, Isabelle) - warmth at night. The soft fleece material even came with a zipper on the back so someone could help her in and out of it. It even covered her feet! "But that was hardly the worst of it Log," Isabelle continued to narrate, as she darted, turn after turn, until she made her way to the room with the secret entrance concealed within. Isabelle's stomach bubbling with anticipation. "After the thaw, we had to deal with the berg crisis. Then the great floods ('How a water planet has floods still escapes me!') And then the Midnight Moon fiasco. There was the Shocking Eel Sitch, the Toothless Shark Tantrums, and even the Mermaid Mumble Mystery that all needed to be resolved so that we could arrive at this moment. And here we are." Isabelle didn't bother mentioning the cosmic pressure system had never relented; it had been well documented already. As had another of Rabbity's inventions. Changing Isabelle had turned out to become an almost full time the task, based on the level of pressure and the amount of V.2 C.R.I.B.s she was going through. It was becoming a burden, on the rest of the crew and was distracting the crew from their duties. So Rabbity came up with another solution. Rainbow Command's newest ships would all be equipped with new robots, dubbed the Maternal Orderly Moisture Monitor Yield and the Diligent Action Diaper Duty Yuck systems. The crew had come to calling them Mommy and Daddy for short. The Mommy system handled the wet C.R.I.Bs, while the Daddy system handled the stinky ones. The Mommy bots were specifically outfitted with nutritional supplements, just in case they were needed too. It had come in handy more times than Investigator Space Captain Isabelle had anticipated. Isabelle had learned to truly love that aspect of the Mommy bots. The solution allowed the crew to return to their essential duties. While the crew ran the ship, the Mommy and Daddy prototypes were free to look after Isabelle. Rabbity was convinced he could modify them to look after more than one human crew member if needed, but said that "it would require at least 9 months of calibration for the Mommy bots could generate the capacity to care after a second human crew member. The Daddy bots, on the other hand, would need a software upgrade akin to a book." Isabelle didn't really understand the technical aspects of it. But it didn't matter. The Mommy and Daddy had both done an excellent job monitoring and changing Isabelle's C.R.I.Bs whenever was needed, wherever was needed. Isabelle was freely changed in any and every location of the ship, as the Mommy and Daddy followed her around and watched over her. Mommy and Daddy were, without a doubt, Isabelle's favorite inventions. "Log. Here we go. The moment we have waited for. Entering secret passageway. Approaching the treasure room." Left, right, right, down, up, every direction; Isabelle made her way back through the ship's secret labyrinthine corridors until she arrived at her destination: the dusty, room, once covered in cobwebs. It was exactly how she left it. With a flicker of excitement, Isabelle pushed aside a the debris from the fallen crate she had seen so many months ago, revealing the chest hidden beneath the planks that had shifted over it. "Chest has been located. Pulling out key to insert." The chest was adorned with the intricate carvings Isabelle had dreamed so often about. In front of her, the chest's golden lock was gleaming in the faint light. With trembling hands, Isabelle reached for the key kept securely in her zipper pouched, and moved it toward the chest. There was no guarantee the key would even work, and Isabelle knew it. All she could do was hope. Isabelle's hand's continued to shake and tremble as the key made its way closer. All the answers she had worked so hard for. Everything she had done, and worked toward, since........ ....'huh...when did this all start again.......' Isabelle found herself asking, as her hand moved forward. Isabelle shrugged it off. It didn't matter how it started. 'Right now....I just...need to know.....know wh-.......know what happened.' Isabelle told herself. Her hand steadied, and moved close to the chest, key in hand. And closer... And closer...... And...... *CLICK* Isabelle heard the lock click, just as the golden lock opened. For a brief moment, the world froze, and nothing happened at all. What happened next, however, was remarkable. The ground around her began to tremble, louder, and louder, until it felt as though there was an earthquake. All around Isabelle the ship began to break apart, falling around her. Isabelle thought about panicking, about fleeing. But for the first time in a long time, she felt so sure. So confident that she would be safe. Confident that what was going to happen, what she was going to learn, that it was going to reveal everything. Before Isabelle could even move, a golden light burst forth from the lock and key, surrounding Isabelle in a golden bubble. Isabelle didn't have the capacity to understand what was happening, or how it was happening. - it was all simply too remarkable to witness. And it was happening - she was part of it. Isabelle watched as the ship continued to break apart all around her, disintegrating, as though it was turning to dust, ang then nothing, disappearing into the water around her. Yet nothing could pierce the golden shield that encased Isabelle and the treasure. they were protected within. It was a remarkable sight, watching as the ship fell away, until it was gone. Just like that. Poof. Suddenly, there was nothing left but Isabelle and her treasure, as the golden shield that surrounded slowly dissolved away, much like the ship had. Nervously, Isabelle reached out to open the chest. But she never got the chance. Suddenly, the chest burst open, a golden light beaming out of it, and shooting up into the sky. The light expanded and expanded in every which direction, spreading as far as the very edges of the planet. Isabelle attempted to shield her eyes from the light, but quickly found that the light wasn't bothering them. With one strong stroke, Isabelle swam up to the treasure, its contents floating up until they were right in front of her face. There it was. The treasure. Smack in the front of her face, floating right there in the oceans of Aquaria, was a pair of ballet slippers. Isabelle's ballet slippers, in fact. Classic point, narrow, medium and square box, stiff, and Isabelle didn't have to guess; she knew they were the perfect size. "What...on...earth...Wha.." Hesitantly, Isabelle reached for the pointe slippers, inching her arms forward through the ocean water slowly as though they were the most delicate shoes in the world. As her hands were inches from the slippers, she felt something and froze. 'No.....its....heat...' Isabelle knew, as the vibrations of the shoes sent waves of warmth through her body. And suddenly, Isabelle understood. It was the ballet slippers. It had always been the ballet slippers. Her ballet slippers. It was the source of it all.

Good afternoon all! I know not everyone will read this little message, but I appreciate those that will. So many of you who left comments, criticisms, suggestions, and encouragements meant the world to me then, and now. So in a way this is a thank you to each of you, and a moment of reflection for me. Today has finally come. February 22, 2023 was the first day I started writing the Ballet Slippers. It was, as I reflect on it now, the first day I became a writer. This was, and always will be, my first story, and it is precious to me. I revisit it often, just to read a chapter or two. Just to say hello to Isabelle, Lola, Dani, Jane, and everyone else. When I started writing, I didn't ever anticipate that I would ever grow to care about my fictional diaper story characters. But I did. And i do. And I no longer feel silly for that, even if I did for a long time. When I came to the close of this story, I felt obligated to finish the story in a way that felt like the right ending, rather than the ending I wanted. I had always planned to end it in the way I did originally, but as I kept writing that changed. I don't know why I didn't change with my story. Instead, I stuck with the original plan, and ended the story how it felt I should have instead of how I was feeling. I felt, and still feel, I wrote the first 99% of the story the way I wanted. Why I changed my approach at the end, I am still not certain. But it has bothered me since. I think it bothered some of the readers too. A lot of the criticism I received about the end may have been rooted in that my readers also felt it was a departure from what I wanted. I like to pretend to myself that you sensed it was "off-key" for my story, that you too could tell it wasn't what I wanted. Alternatively, and far more likely, it may just be that I was a rookie writer and/or you simply didn't like the ending. That's okay too. But, no matter whether you liked it or not, you all said the same thing; it was MY story, so I could end it how I wanted. I didn't end it how I wanted. And because it is my story, many of you have suggested or encouraged me privately or publicly to consider re-writing the end (thanks especially to @BabySofia for everything. Truly!) I have been wanting to do this for some time. And I finally have. Most importantly, I am doing it for me, and am confident about that. That feeling of ending the story the way I wanted to has never gone away. My hope is this will in some way let me close the door on this story, and move to the next. So that's what I have for you all as an update. I have removed Chapter 62 and the Epilogue, and plan to update my ending. New chapter 62 will be posted tonight, followed by Chapter 63, and then in all likelihood, an Epilogue. My goal is to have the new ending all finished before March 10, which will be the one year mark of posting the first chapter here. I am so grateful for everyone who has been on this journey with me along the way. You may dislike my new ending, and that's okay with me too! But I won't, and am so excited to be writing my wrong (see what I did there!?) Olympiczero.

I am really so glad you enjoyed the story so much. Laurels to come, but need a mental break lol. I am sorry you were a bit disappointed in the ending. Will touch on it more in response to another comment! My intention was to leave it open either way, even with the epilogue. Is it the same shop owner? The same store? The shop owner in the Prologue had a name, and I actively chose not to use it in the Epilogue. How much time passed between the last chapter and Epilogue? Those were all things I was going for with it, but perhaps I'll reflect on changing some things in edits/revisions. I see above that a few people were disappointed in the end without a concrete answer either way. My hope was to leave people asking what they would pick if they were Isabelle, but may have missed the mark on that. What I would have picked for myself and what I wanted Isabelle to pick were probably two different things. I bounced around with it, but maybe it's worth reconsidering with some more thought. Thank you both so much for reading along! It means the world to see two profiles/writers here that have meant a lot to me follow along the road here. I intend to write a proper thank you, but need a few days of mental relaxation after this all!

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Haha. Typo. Neither. It should be Dani. Thanks for catching it.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 61 "Fanks Towi!" Isabelle said, her mouth dropping cookie crumbs as she uttered each syllable of gratitude to her former classmate, now cookie retriever. If not for the dining room table being so tall, Isabelle wouldn't have needed to ask for help. Alas, the sweets were out of reach, and her mom had stashed her Halloween candy somewhere she couldn't locate. After returning from their trick-or-treating adventure, Isabelle was promptly changed out of her poopy diaper, and into a clean one. Upon Isabelle's insistence - and near tantrum - she had been dressed back into her Halloween costumer once more for the start of Lola's party. 'Heck if I am going to be the only party-goer who isn't in costume,' Isabelle though to herself, as her mom had retrieved Isabelle's footie pajamas while she was still on the changing table. "It's okay Jane," Lola had said, entering Isabelle's quasi-bedroom. "I'll change her before bed. You get out of here." Lola scooped Isabelle up into her arms, and ushered Jane out of the room and down the stairs. Lola was as eager for her dad and Jane to leave as she was sure they were to go. Her dad wasn't going to be home until very late, and Lola had friends coming over. "Thanks Lola. You're an angel," Jane replied as she walked down the stairs where Sam was waiting for her. "You have everything you need. If she's fussy, there are three bottles of my milk in the fridge for her. That usually relaxes her right away. And if there are any problems - " "I know Jane. I'll call you. But there won't be. Elly Belly is going to be the perfect little angel she always is, aren't you sweetie?" Lola asked rhetorically, before planting a big wet kiss on Isabelle's cheek. Isabelle simply let her head rest into Lola's shoulder, and nodded. "See? She agrees!" Lola loved her Dad. She'd even go so far as to admit that she loved Jane. But she was eighteen, and she wanted to have her party, even if she'd have to watch a toddler for part of it. "Thank again Lola -" But if Jane had said something else, none of Isabelle, Lola, or Dani heard it. Lola had shut the door. "Alright," Dani the fairy said, clapping her hands. "Booze is on its way, and YES, before you complain, its a moderate amount. And Tori will be here with the girls in a like twenty minutes. But first, you and I need to talk." Lola turned to Dani with a smile. The two of them had been planning this party for a while. They weren't big drinkers, but they did experiment from time to time with their friends, and they wanted to have some at the party. Dani had made a plan to have some delivered, which Lola was grateful though. But now Lola was feeling concerned about whatever it was that Dani needed to talk about. Lola hiked Isabelle up on to her hip, the toddler's head never having left her shoulder. "What's up?" "Need earmuffs for this one," Lola explained. "Also where the F is my wand?" Isabelle's head perked up at the emphasis on the letter F, before Lola patted her on the head until she settled it back down. Lola's eyes got big as she starred at Dani with a look in her eye that screamed 'Watch it!'" Dani reached her hands out flat as though to apologize. "My bad. But earmuffs." Isabelle felt Lola begin to stroke her head, lulling her into a sense of relaxation. In truth, she had been feeling tired, and probably could have gone to sleep already. But she didn't want to miss the party. Lola's head stroking wasn't helping her cause however. It was when Lola's hand settled over her ear that Isabelle felt a little disoriented. At first, she was still feeling so relaxed. But as she head Lola and Dani continue to speak, she couldn't help but want to listen as best as she could. "...............Seriously Dani?..............has to be in my.......................I mean........kinda weird......." ".....not weird!...............in the other.................last weekend..............................really wannna!" ".....................to go....................................................." "............wanted to stay with you two though! And beside..................................." "Still though, in my......................of all..............................................................." "..................................owe me........................poopy swim..........................got all over my hands, so I think..........." "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh..............................................................worst friend sometimes, you know?" "...................................means that's a............................................................" "...............Gross........................Laundry..............................................with Isabelle tonight I guess." Isabelle's head perked up at the end as she heard her name, naturally uncovering her ear. But the conversation appeared to be over, for the most part. "You're the best Lola. And now I owe YOU one," Dani said, squealing as she couldn't contain her excitement, before leaving in to hug Lola. "You owe me like a thousand for this," Lola clarified, just as her doorbell rang, echoing through the house. DINGGGGGG DONGGGGGGGG "That'll be Tori with the girls. I need to find my wand - don't answer yet. Isabelle remembered Lola smiling at that last remark. Isabelle smiled too. It was just like Lola; god forbid she be spotted without her outfit being complete. "Hurry up then, cause I am answering it. You set it down in the kitchen when you scarfed down the rest of Belly's leftovers," Lola said, chiding her friend. "I WILL NOT BE SHAMED FOR EATING COLD VEGGIE NUGGETS!" Dani screamed back, as she ran to collect the Star Rod to complete her outfit. Tori had come over with four other girls, a number of whom Isabelle had recognized from school, and one who appeared to be a complete stranger. Tori had come dressed as a witch of some sort, and Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate her really cool outfit. Some of the other girls' costumers were also pretty elaborate; Angela Patel had come dressed as an olympic gymnast, with several medals hanging on her neck. Amelia Henry was dressed as a flamingo, who actually put together a really fun and accurate looking beak for her outfit. Had Isabelle been able to recall that Amelia notoriously had the longest legs in her former class, she would have appreciated the costume more. And then there was the stranger who had come dressed as some character from a book or a show called Princess Henrietta or something or that nature. The character felt familiar to Isabelle, but she couldn't figure out why. In any event, she received a lot of reluctant compliments from some of the other girls, including Lola, on her outfit, as they all laughed and admitted to reading or watching the associated book or show or whatever. The best part of their arrival, however, was that all the girls were simply over the moon about Isabelle. At first, it was a little overwhelming seeing them all at once. Isabelle decided it was best to hide where they couldn't see her - in Lola's chest with her eyes pressed against her new kinda sister. But it turned out that the strategy didn't work, as she was handed off to another girl, panic beginning to set in. Fortunately for Isabelle, it had just been Tori. "There's my star swimming pupil! Why are you hiding from me sweetie? Didn't we have so much fun in the pool last week?" Though Isabelle was still feeling a little uncomfortable with all the attention, she managed to nod a few times, before electing to try hiding in Tori's chest instead. "Oh she is just precious!" Isabelle heard another voice remark. Curiosity got the best of Isabelle as she felt Tori carry her toward the living room with the rest of the girls, and Isabelle turned her head to peer at who it was who spoke. It was Amelia. "What's the deal with her anyway?" Another voice said. Isabelle felt brave enough to pick her head up to see it was Angela who spoke that time. "I mean, like, its serious huh?" Isabelle's eyes darted toward Lola. Isabelle wasn't sure if she was supposed to be the one to answer, or if Lola was. In the end, neither got it. "Oh its totally serious," Dani answered, skipping across the room and pretending to cast her wand, before booping Isabelle gently on the nose with the Star Rod. The act caused a chorus of giggles to burst forth from the once shy girl, who was very much starting to warm up to the room. "Lola is going to have a new MOMMMMMMY soon," Dani said teasingly, as she made playful faces at Isabelle before taking her from Tori. Isabelle continued to laugh at silly Dani. The rest of the girls joined in on the fun, adding lots of "Oooooooooooooooohs" in the background. Lola simply shrugged it off with a smile. Dani had been there with Lola throughout her life; when her mom passed away, Dani had been there for her everyday, and even to this day, knew how much Lola missed her. Dani was the only one who really knew how much it had meant to Lola to grow so close to Jane over the last few months, and was certainly the only one who would make that joke. The truth? It made Lola happy. "Forget that," Tori added, wanting desperately to change the topic from something she felt was uncomfortable, "Lola scores the friggin cutest baby sister from all this!" "Is that right?" Dani asked rhetorically, holding Isabelle and leaning playfully away from her. "Belly - do you want Lola to be your new big sister? Do you? You wanna have a new big sister? I am not sure she's the best sister material. It's okay if you say no - you can have me instead!" Dani said jokingly, before flipping Isabelle upside down, her deerstalker hat falling to the floor as Dani held her upside down by her feet. Isabelle didn't stop laughing, her two pigtails hanging down over her face as her pants started pulling up, revealing her more and more of her onesie. "Noooooo!" Isabelle whined with a big smile. "Want Lola! Want Lola sister. Lola sister! Lolaaaaaaaaaa!!" Isabelle cried and laughed, as she pointed toward Lola, swinging upside down in the air. Isabelle couldn't believe the words as they escaped her mouth, but they were true. "Lola had made her way over to Dani, taking Isabelle and setting her on her two feet. "Thanks Dani," Lola said, though she couldn't help but smile, every cell of heart as warm and filled as it could be. "Just what I need her announcing to her mom," Lola continued, as she bent over and picked Isabelle's hat up of the floor, putting back on her head. "And to be clear, Lola said, standing up, "they aren't even engaged yet." Lola's eyes turned back to the ground as she heard a small thud, Isabelle having fallen on her padded butt from dizziness. Lola lifted her gaze back to her friends, before adding with a smirk "but I sure hope I get to be a bridesmaid." All of her friends smiled and laughed, none more than Dani, who looked at her friend with genuine happiness and joy. Soon after, the party began to slowly take off. Someone started playing music, and a few of the girls were dancing in the living room with each other. Tori, at Isabelle's insistence, had helped the little girl to a second cookie from the dining room table, which she was now eating with her mouth agape. Tori simply couldn't have known that it was in fact Isabelle's sixth cookie, having already successfully coaxed Dani twice, Angela, the stranger, and Lola to giver her "just one cookie" already. As Isabelle waddled around with a full belly, Lola was the perfect host, getting snack and drinks for her friends, fixing the aux cable so the music could be played outside in the back by the pool, and receiving lots of praise for her decorations around the house. Three other girls' Isabelle recognized as Higgins seniors had shown up a while later, each stopping to say hi to Isabelle. Everyone was having fun. "Lo.......la" Isabelle called out, broken up by a yawn, as she tugged at Lola's leggings. Lola was talking to Dani and Amelia when she felt Isabelle's little hands pull at her pants. Lola used her free right arm to stroke Isabelle's head before turning her gze down. "What is it sweetie? Are you tired?" 'Tired? Heck no!' Isabelle wasn't about to leave the party, though admittedly, she was probably exhausted. "Nuh-uh.....Can I have another cookie?" Isabelle asked sweetly, hoping it might score her once last cookie. In truth, Isabelle wasn't even sure where the cookie would go, her stomach was so stuffed. "No sweetie. I already gave you a cookie," Lola said, as she picked Isabelle up into her arms. "And I am pretty sure I saw Tori give you one too. Which is one more cookie than your mommy said you were allowed." Lola turned her gaze back toward her friends, though Dani was playing innocent with her eyes for some odd reason. "Why don't - " DINNNNNNG DONNGGGGG "I'll be back," Isabelle heard Dani say, as she ran upstairs and disappeared faster than Isabelle had ever seen her move. 'That's odd,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she could see the excitement begin to build among the other party guests too. Isabelle turned her attention back to Lola, and felt her take a deep breath. "Why don't you come open the door with me and be my big helper. And then we're going to bed you! It's already 9:15. Your mommy would not be happy with me if she knew I let you stay up so late. So don't tattle on me," Lola joked as she carried Isabelle to the front door. "Let's see who it could be," though Lola, unknown to Isabelle, knew exactly who it was. When the door opened, Isabelle immediately released her full bladder into her diaper. No, it wasn't because the person at the door had a scary costume. In fact, it was a rather nice costume, Isabelle thought - the man was dressed as Rover-Roo! Instead, it was the person who was wearing the costume. Because no matter how much Isabelle forget, she hadn't forgotten who Avery was. It was fitting, Isabelle soaking her diaper in front of her former crush. In fact, it was a marked improvement from the last time Isabelle had been in front of the boy; at least this time she wasn't in wet pajamas holding wet sheets from an accident. 'At least this time I'm wearing my diapees!' Isabelle thought to herself, causing a smile to spread across her face, as the padding underneath her swelled. "Hey Lola - Nice cat costume. Cats and dogs tonight, I guess huh?" Avery said, as he stepped in and gave Lola a welcoming half hug. "The guys want to know where to pout down the booze. Can I -" Isabelle's eyes moved past Avery to where six or seven men were standing, in costumes that......'well lack effort for the most part,' Isabelle thought. 'Not like Avery's,' which in truth, was quite well done. "Hahha yah," Lola responded, laughing at Avery's joke. "Send them into the kitchen. The fridge is mostly empty if anything needs to go in. I'll follow you in. I need to get this one to bed anyway." Lola added, indicating toward Isabelle. "Oh nice. Yah sweet detective costume....Isabelle, right? Dani told me all about you. That costume is cool!" Avery said in a way that made Isabelle feel like he really meant it. "In the kitchen guys, back and to the left." Avery said to his friends, as the moved in to the house with bags that all clinked as they moved past Isabelle. Isabelle recognized most of them from Higgins as well, though their names escaped her. "I'm a inves-" Isabelle let a big yawn out from her little mouth, before finishing her though - "pigator." Isabelle regretted speaking immediately. Avery had just about started to walk after his friends when her stopped, and looked at Isabelle with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're a what? Sorry cutie, I didn't hear you. Isabelle blushed at Avery compliment, as she watched him lift his arm over his head to fix his Rover outfit. "Invespigator. Im not a tective. Imma Invespigator!" Isabelle said, louder this time so Avery could hear more clearly. Avery just smiled at Isabelle, Lola smiling at Avery as well at Isabelle's silliness. "An invesPIgator you say. My apologies to you Isabelle. A wonderful Invespigator indeed!" Isabelle was quite glad that issue was cleared up. "Thank you for that Isabelle," Lola said, ending that line of conversation. "I'll follow you in. I need to get something out of the fridge." Isabelle's eyes never left Avery, at least to the extent that they could stay open, as Lola and he walked side by side into the kitchen, where the party had largely shifted. The scene in the kitchen was a little hectic, with the teens pulling various bottles of unidentifiable liquids out of bags. Isabelle wasn't sure what was in them, but was fairly confident it wasn't primo apple juice. "So where's Dani?" Avery asked, not bothering to try and be subtle about it. "She's here," Lola said with a coy smile, noticing that Isabelle's eyes had firmly shut . "She'll find you when she wants to." Lola enjoyed being cheeky, and very much liked that her best friends boyfriend enjoyed the cheekiness as well. "I'll be back in a few minutes" Lola said. "See you in a bit. Belly, are you going to say goodnight to Avery?" Isabelle hadn't been ready, and panicked on the spot. "Goonight Avwey!" "Good girl!" Lola said, before Avery returned a goodnight, before turning his attention to the party Isabelle waved her hand far too rapidly as Lola carried her away. Lola turned to her left as she existed the kitchen, and moved up the stairs with Isabelle in her arms. As they reached the last few stairs, Dani met them on the staircase. "Sorry. Needed to fix my hair. Is her here?" Lola smiled at her friend. "Yes. He's the one in the giant zip up Rover-Roo costume. Zipper is in the front, so even YOU shouldn't struggle with that,: Lola said teasingly. "Let me put her to sleep, and I'll meet you back downstairs." "Okay. Okay." It was odd to see Dani a little nervous, though Isabelle wasn't sure what she had to be nervous about. 'Or why she's looking for Avery,' Isabelle thought. "Okay. I'm going. Goodnight cutie pie," Dani added, before blowing her a kiss and running off down the stairs. Isabelle settled her head back into the crook of Lola's neck as Lola ascended the last few stairs. Isabelle yawned once more, as Lola pushed open the door to the room with her bed, before setting Isabelle down on the changing table. "Let's get you into your pajamas sweetie," Lola explained, as she started undressing her little charge. Isabelle allowed Lola to remove her clothes, starting with her coat, pants, and socks, leaving Isabelle on her changing table in her white collared onesie. Isabelle had something on her mind from earlier in the night though. Something she wanted to ask Lola. "Lola..........Do......Do you not wanna be my big sister too?" Isabelle had announced to the whole room that she wanted Lola to be her sister, but hadn't heard Lola say the same. It was nagging at her. Lola stopped what she was doing as she looked down as Isabelle on the table. "Why would you think that sweetie? Of course I want to be your sister." Lola stopped to gather her thoughts. "We already kind of are! Is it because I didn't say anything before when you said you waned me to be your big sister?" Isabelle simply nodded, now feeling silly for saying something. 'Oh sweetie I'm sorry. I don't want you to ever think that. I already consider you my baby sister sweetie. And no matter what, I'll always be your big sister too!" Isabelle's heart felt warm hearing the words from Lola's mouth. In truth, Lola's heart felt warm saying them. 'Now let's get you into bed sweetie. That diaper will last" Lola finished undressed Isabelle, before zipping Isabelle into her footie pajamas full of stars and moons. "There you go. Nice and cozy," Lola said, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her over to the bed, where Rabbity was already waiting for them. Lola carried Isabelle into bed, and gently cradled Isabelle in her arms. Isabelle's head nestled against her new big sister's shoulder as she settled down next to her in the dark room, the noise from downstairs disappearing as the seconds ticked away. L:ola hummed a soothing melody, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. Isabelle's eyelids continued to grow heavy as the melodic sound filled the room. With great care, Lola reached with her free arm for one of the bottles of breastmilk Jane had prepared for her that night. Lola carefully placed the bottle's soft nipple to Isabelle's lips, guiding it along her mouth until Isabelle's lips began to part. Isabelle, her eyes drooping with drowsiness, felt the nipple of the bottle teasing her lips. It wasn't long before her eager lips took the nipple into her mouth, and she began to suckle gently. Isabelle's eyes nearly opened as she realized that this wasn't regular milk; it was her mom's. But Isabelle was too relaxed- and too thrilled to be drinking it - that she simply relaxed and suckled. Lola watched over Isabelle, her heart filled with love and protectiveness. She knew how important this nighttime routine was for Isabelle's health and well-being, and more importantly, how important it was that Isabelle felt loved. As Isabelle nursed, Lola continued to hum the lullaby, her voice a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment. The room grew darker as the night deepened, and the soft glow of a nightlight cast a warm, comforting aura. Isabelle, with her tummy now full or milk and cookies, and quite content, released the bottle with a tiny sigh of satisfaction. Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing grew steady and calm. Lola placed the bottle aside and tucked Isabelle into the bed, covering her with a cozy blanket. Lola then stood up, taking the other end of the baby monitor for the room, and clipping it to her pants. "Goodnight, little Isabelle," Lola whispered, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Isabelle's forehead, before slipping Isabelle's pacifier into her mouth. "Sweet dreams." ******************************* Isabelle stirred. There was noise, though where from, it was unclear. But it wasn't the noise that had woken her. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......owwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Isabelle felt her stomach churn. It was hurting. Bad. Isabelle hadn't had the time, nor the headspace to consider what might have been the root cause of it. But it most definitely had nothing to do with the six very large cookies she had eaten at the party. "Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Isabelle moaned again, twisting to her side and pulling Rabbity in against her chest. Her bunny offered her some comfort, at least, though not enough to quell the pain. 'Lola. I'll find Lola,' Isabelle thought. "She'll know what do.' Isabelle couldn't be sure what hour it was, but it was late, and dark out. Surely everyone would have been gone already? 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghh...." Isabelle crouched over just as her footed pajama feet hit the floor, feeling her warm, wet diaper pressed against as she did. Isabelle's stomach ached again, before managing to stand upright and move her soggy bottom back from the bed. Isabelle waddled toward the door, pulling Rabbity along the way, her bunny's body dragging along the floor beside her. As soon as she approached it, she could hear a chorus of soft noise come through the thick oak doors. Curious, Isabelle reached for the doorknob. Isabelle had mastered the door at this point, managing to pry it open once more, just enough, to slip through with Rabbity in tow. As the door closed behind her, Isabelle keeled over once more from the stomach pain. It was cool in the house, and Isabelle was glad that Lola had dressed her in her warm, soft sleeper. It was also noisy in the hall. Isabelle could hear that music was still being played downstairs. There were voices, 'lots of them,' Isabelle noted, and clinking of glasses as well. 'Clearly the party is still going strong.....maybe I only took a short nap?' Isabelle was beginning to wonder how long she had slept when another sharp pain hit her, causing her to squat down. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh" Isabelle was snapped out of the shock of her pain by another set of noises though. The noises had been in the background when Isabelle had approached her door, and then louder when she had entered the hall. But it had been largely drowned out by the noise from downstairs. Except now Isabelle was hearing the noise more clearly. It was growing in volume. And it was coming from Lola's bedroom, right across the hall. 'But what is it?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle hesitated as the noises continued to grow in volume. Isabelle was only a few feet away from the door, and the noise coming from Lola's room was starting to become more prominent, first competing with the voices and music from downstairs, before building up and overtaking them. 'It sounds like.............maybe Lola also has a stomach ache?' It was perhaps the wrong thought, because as soon as she had it, Isabelle felt another burst of pain in her tummy. 'No.....,' Isabelle realized, as she stood upright again, leaning against her own bedroom door for support. ' They don't sound like they have a sad tummy. They sound........really happy,' Isabelle admitted. It was the best adjective she had in her depleted arsenal of the English language, but it wasn't inaccurate. Whatever was causing the noise, it wasn't sounds of displeasure. 'It's probably just Lola. Maybe Dani too,' Isabelle decided. Who else would be in her big sister's bedroom anyway? 'Maybe Lola wanted a nap too, and she's just having the bestest dream ever!' Isabelle considered. It was a real, distinct possibility to Isabelle. So Isabelle braved one foot forward, lifting her body weight off of the door behind her, and moving toward Lola's bedroom. As Isabelle waddled her second foot, her legs spread firmly and far apart by her diaper, the noise continued to build. Louder with her four step. Even louder with her fifth. Isabelle was half way there and the noise continued to grow. 'Definitely a girl...but not words........crying?' Isabelle wondered, as she shifted her next small step, and then the next. Isabelle was mere steps from the door when she heard it; a final shriek come from the room, causing her to pause for a moment, the room in front of her falling silent. Isabelle wasn't sure if someone in there needed help, but she was beginning to revisit her theory that they might have a tummy ache too. Isabelle was about to reconsider her decision when her stomach churned once more, nearly causing her to fall over. She had waited in the hallway too long, even if it had only been a few minutes. Her stomach needed some attention. It needed Lola. Isabelle cleared the last two steps, before settling her little fingers on Lola's bedroom doorknob. With the last bit of energy she had, Isabelle twisted, and pushed the knob in with her body, slipping forward on her footie jamies on the wood floor, and causing Isabelle to bend over in the process. It all happened at once, and Isabelle shut her eyes as it did. Her tummy pushed, and Isabelle felt her sphincter open up, as wave after wave of mushy poop made its way into her diaper. Isabelle squeezed Rabbity's hand as the first, painful load came out of her. But once it did, Isabelle felt such relief from her stomach ache, she didn't hesitate when she felt the need again. No, that time Isabelle pushed. And she pushed a much larger second load into her diaper, the poop expanding her diaper downward, until it was nearly hanging down to the floor, before it stopped. When Isabelle pushed again, another tremendous load of poop filled the area under her butt, until there was no more room. But there was more. And when Isabelle pushed the final wave, it had nowhere else to go, pressing first against her butt, before moving to the only open space that was left in the front of her diaper. Isabelle felt instant relief, but it was short lived. It wasn't because she had made a stinky; Isabelle was used to pooping in her diapers at this point, and in fact, was rather starting to enjoy them. No, her relief was short lived because she opened her eyes. It wasn't Lola in her bedroom. It was Dani. And she wasn't alone. Isabelle wasn't quite sure what she was seeing in the bed to her right. It was confusing, and didn't really make much sense. But there were two sets of eyes starring at her as she stood up in the doorway, one set light, innocent, and playful, the other in sheer panic. The first set - further away from Isabelle - belonged to Dani, who was under Lola's covers, laying on her front, half her body on the mattress, and half pressed firmly against, '...well him.' The second set - the set much, much closer to Isabelle - belonged to none other than Avery, who was only partially covered by Lola's comforter. Avery's strong, bare chest was exposed on his left side, the side closest to Isabelle, whereas the rest was covered by Dani's upper body, which Isabelle was only realizing then was likewise bare. Isabelle's eyes met Avery's, who looked in utter panic and disbelief. Isabelle wasn't sure what to do. 'Why are they in Lola's bed together? And why don't they have their shirt's on? Were they invespigating each other's stomach aches?' Isabelle wondered. She wasn't sure she wanted Avery to investigate her own, not while she was in a very poopy diaper. 'Maybe he'll leave so Dani can invespigate my tummy next?' The three stood there for longer than any would have expected, each startled by the scene they were in, each for very different reasons. It was Dani, however, sweet, cool, calm, collected Dani, that broke the ice. She just started laughing. Laughing as she rolled off Avery on to her own back, exposing her bare chest to the room. Laughing as she gleefully kicked her legs under the covers at the simple ridiculousness of the situation they were in. Laughing because this now very core, very significant moment and memory for Dani now included her best friend's little sister walking in on her and Avery, and proceeding to poop her diaper right in front of them. "D! This isn't funny" Isabelle heard Avery, the same panic that was in his eyes emerge from his mouth. "What do we do? What do we say?" Isabelle wasn't sure what he meant by that, and so continued to look between him and Dani curiously, trying to figure out what was going on. "Da.......Da..........Dani?" Isabelle felt herself whimpering, still stunned at the sight before her. She was feeling something inside of her, and it was no longer her aching tummy. Isabelle wasn't sure what it was, but the sight before her was making her feel very emotional, and she felt tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Oh RE-LAX Ave. She's just a little girl," Dani said, before leaning over and '....kissing Avery's chest? Hmmmm no. Maybe just a tummy ache check like mommy does for me?' Isabelle's eyes were now laser focused on Dani. "She doesn't know what's going on. You can be such a boy sometimes." Dani teased, before sitting up in the bed, the comforter now only covering her lower body. Dani wriggled her nose as the scent from Isabelle's diaper began to make its way into the room. "Though for a little girl, I'll admit, she makes some pretty big poopies. You stay right there Belly. I'm coming," Dani called to her, before rummaging below the covers, seemingly trying to retrieve something, pulling whatever she found up her legs. Isabelle watched Avery, his expression unchanged and still panicked. Isabelle shifted her faze back to Dani stood up from under the covers, wearing nothing other than a simple green thong. "She even had matching panties!' Isabelle thought to herself, the thought making her smile for an unknown reason. It wasn't rare that Isabelle saw Dani mostly, if not entirely naked. Still, it was always amazing to her just how beautiful her friend was, inside and out, and Isabelle couldn't help but stare at her friend as she stood. Isabelle watched as Dani bent over and picked up her green butterfly top, 'which she must have taken off so Avery could check her tummy ache,' Isabelle concluded. Dani pulled her top back on, before bending over once more to pick up her skirt, pulling it up her legs. Dani bent down one last time, picking up her wings and putting them back on as well. "I'm going to go change her sweetie," Dani said, as she made her way around the bed and toward Isabelle "You get your costume back on and go back down before our disappearance draws too much attention.." Dani was about to pick up Isabelle when the little girl slipped on her footie pajamas and fell to her bum. The resulting fall caused the poop underneath her to splat out underneath her, and caking against her butt, and spreading out in every which direction. Isabelle was so shocked by the fall that she couldn't help herself, and she started to cry. "WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WAHHHHHHHHH AH AH AHA AH AH AH. DANNNIIIIIIII. I WAN WOOOOOWAAAAAA" Dani quickly scooped Isabelle up, moving faster than before. "Oh sweet girl! Shhhhh shhhhhhh. Come here," Dani repeated, Pulling Isabelle in close to her chest, and pressing Isabelle's head against her body. Dani turned her attention to Avery before, calmly telling him "once you're done, if you see Lola, send her up." Dani was about to carry Isabelle out before turning back, and adding one more thing. "And Ave," she said, pausing as the memory of their adventure returned to her mind. "Amazing." *********************************************************** "So just so we're all on the same page here,' Tori whispered, as the group of girls gathered together closely had given up on trying not to laugh. They were circled together in the kitchen. Isabelle was happy to be in Lola's arms and in the group again, a fresh, poofy diaper under her footie jamies. "Tor. Company," Lola muttered, her eyes glancing at the toddler in her arms. "Oh. Yah. Okay," Tori said, regrouping herself, before finding the right words. "You rolled off....of him, he just having, quote, 'rocked your world,' your words, Tori emphasized, as the girls all giggled sheepishly at Dani's news of her milestone. "And not moments later, Company here opens the door, shocking you both, and thennnn......what was it that happened?" Tori joked playfully. Isabelle wasn't sure who this 'Company' was, but the way Tori was telling the story, it sounded pretty funny. So Isabelle giggled along while Tori tapped on her chin, pretending to think, while Dani's face began to turn the same color as her messy hair. "Oh that's right. The mere sight of you two in the bed caused Company to go ahead and poop herself, to quote you again, 'the largest you had ever seen in your life.' Did I get that right? Is that what happened?" The girls, including Isabelle from behind the pacifier, continued to laugh hysterically, each overtly turning their gazes to poor Avery standing by the fridge across the kitchen, who could only be wondering self-consciously what. precisely, the girls were laughing about. "Hardy-har-har," Dani responded, herself laughing about the situation. "But yes. That about sums it up," Dani said with a smile, before turning her focus to Isabelle. "You just had to come and see what was going on with your little tummy didn't you sweetie?" Dani teased. "Well you did say you were quite....noisy." Amelia chimed in, causing more laughter. "You probably woke her up to begin with!" Isabelle was beginning to question whether the story was about her or not. It didn't really matter; Isabelle was just happy to be back at the party, though she was feelingexhausted. While Dani had been changing her, Lola had come up to the room having heard the cries on the baby monitor. Isabelle was relieved to see Lola, so much so that she didn't catch much of the conversation between the two friends as Lola took over wiping Isabelle's butt. But a lot of hugs and emotions were exchanged. As well as laughs. Lots and lots of laughs. "Why does he look so uncomfortable over there? You think he'd be relaxed and happy after the first time,' Amelia noted. Dani provided the answer. "Oh I told him he couldn't tell anyone tonight. But that I was going to tell you girls. So I'm not sure he knows what to do with himself right now," Dani added, now looking along with all the other girls at Avery as they all resumed laughing. Had Avery not looked uncomfortable before, now he looked utterly distressed. "He actually can help me," Lola said to the group. "She needs to go back to sleep. And we need to clean up before my parents get home." The words slipped out of her mouth so naturally, Lola didn't even catch what she had said. 'Avery," Lola called out, as Avery pointed to himself and shrugged, as though to question whether Lola was calling him. 'Yes, you. Can you open the fridge behind you and grab one of the bottles in the door........no......yes that one. Ya." The girls all watched as Avery pulled it out, and inexplicably brought it to his face as if to smell it, or even taste it, before walking it toward the gaggle of girls. Dani couldn't help herself but tease him. "Ave, sweetie. It's breastmilk. I don't think you need to try it." Dani's remark sent the girls over the edge, as they laughed loudly at the poor boy's expense before he handed the bottle to Lola, who put it in the microwave be Dani went on to her tippy toes and planted a kiss on Avery's cheek, "I'm going to help Lola put her to bed. But I'll be back down in a bit to help you clean," Dani added, letting her head rest against Avery for just a moment longer before releasing. "Let's go up." With a wave of the Star Rod, and a skip, Dani led the charge up the stairs, as Lola carried Isabelle in her arms, up to bed once more. "Someone had too many cookies tonight, didn't she sweetie? Lola teased, as she bounced Isabelle up and down on her hip. "I learned that quite a few people gave you cookies, including one VERY mischievous fairy." Though Isabelle's eyes were settling shut once more, she couldn't help but laugh. 'It was true, after all.' Dani had reached the top of the stairs at that point, performing a little bow with the a twirl of her wand. "You're most very welcome." The three girls made their way into Isabelle's room, where Lola climbed back into bed with Isabelle. "Someone gets to share their bed with me later tonight, since unspeakable things were done in mine," Lola said, glaring playfully at Lola, who laid down on the other side of Isabelle smiling. Once more, Lola gently cradled Isabelle in her arms, bringing the bottle of milk back to Isabelle's lips. As Lola held the bottle in place, Dani playfully swished her wand around over Isabelle, her eyes following the bright star atop the magical wand as it danced over her. Isabelle rhythmically sucked at the bottle as Dani hummed until there was no more milk left, and Lola pulled the bottle gently back. "I almost forgot," Dani whispered. "You never made your fairy wish sweetie. You can ask for anything you want. Anything in the world. You just need to close your eyes real tight, and think about what it is you want. Fairy magic can take some time to take effect. But if your patient, your wish will come true." "Make a wish, sweet sweet Belly," Lola whispered, as a heaviness from the second bottle of milk took effect. "Make your wish my sweet baby sister." Isabelle let the exhaustion wash over her. She fell asleep making her wish. The one thing she wanted more than anything else. The one thing she deserved. A choice.

Yes! Her mom's little speech comes back a few times throughout. I think at least one per stage. It is quite long. In all honesty, I was going to cut it off the last weekend, but for some reason, I got it in my head to go to Halloween around like chapter 20 or so. If I could go back, not sure I wouldn't have ended it sooner (or pretended I wasn't counting actual days). But I am having fun. And I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the story. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate your kind words, and am thrilled you are enjoying the tale! Hey there! Thanks for leaving such an insightful comment! I am so glad you've been reading my story, and its very clear you've been paying close attention! I appreciate your taking the time to read my story. I wish I could answer all of this, but I don't want to leave any spoilers. I love your notes about the transitions of Dani and Lola's roles. I tried to emphasize how hard second grade was for her because she was, for the first time in the story, feeling truly alone without them, and without friends. Even in other stages, she still saw them. Now she has them back, albeit in much different roles. Your comments really made me happy. Spot on with the shoes! As the outfits changes, she paid A LOT of attention to them, especially early on rejecting how juvenile they were. I think she associated the slippers with holding on to the last piece of her normal life, and so never questioned them. Perhaps she should have. But they are magic, after all! You are not wrong though, that it is a bit of a gap in the story, The final chapter, which will now be Chapter 62, was written a long time ago, and I think addresses some of your comments. Thank you so much! Not too long before you find out!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 60 Isabelle opened her eyes. She felt a cushion under her head, but it was unfamiliar. As she glanced around, Isabelle was initially thrown off by where she was. 'It looked so strange at first,' Isabelle recalled thinking. 'But then I saw Lola.' "Good morning sleepy girl," Lola had greeted her, setting down her decorations and joining Isabelle on the couch. Isabelle had shifted her head onto Lola's lap, her thumb finding its way into her mouth. Lola quickly removed Isabelle's thumb, replacing it with Isabelle's pacifier nearby that had fallen out of her mouth. "Welcome back," Lola whispered, bending over to kiss Isabelle's cheek, before sitting back up and stroking her hair. Isabelle blinked her eyes a few more times, before taking the room in around her. She was in Lola's main floor living room, where she had danced with Lola and Dani the week prior. Only it seemed so much different. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the molding around the top of the walls. Strings of orange and purple fairy lights adorned them, casting an eerie yet captivating glow. Intertwined around the light were orange and black decorative cutouts, such that the lights would reflect images of bats, ghosts, and all manner of creatures in the dark. Isabelle's eyes lowered toward the fireplace, where Lola had carefully placed glittering spiderwebs on the mantelpiece, making sure they looked both spooky and elegant. In front of the fireplace, a series of plastic pumpkins with carved faces on them were lined up; four in total. Each boasted a plastic handle The centerpiece of the living room, however, was directly in front of Isabelle. It was a real pumpkin this time. Huge, in fact. 'It's the biggest pumpkin I've ever seen!' The gourd was no joke, elaborately carved, and perfectly round. Sam and Lola had spent hours that morning meticulously crafting the perfect Jack-o'-lantern face. Isabelle couldn't tell from her angle, but the pumpkin boasted a warm, flickering light inside. Later that evening, it would illuminate the whole room with its friendly, mischievous grin. Isabelle picked her head up, rubbing the sleepies out of her eyes as she found her way in the world once more. Isabelle's eyes moved to the nearby coffee table, where Lola arranged a group of charming and slightly spooky figurines: witches on broomsticks, friendly ghosts, and a grinning skeleton. A playful cauldron full of "witches' brew" (green punch) sat nearby, ready to quench the thirst of their Halloween party guests. Isabelle turned to Lola. "Wer mommy?" It was a fair enough question, though barely discernable through her pacifier. Isabelle's mom had, presumably, taken her over here. But she was nowhere to be seen. "Come sweetie," Lola said, taking Isabelle's hand. "Mommy is in the kitchen. Let's go get her." Isabelle took Lola's hand, walking side by side with her. The made their way into the main hall and toward the kitchen. As they walked together, Isabelle spied into the the dining room, which had likewise been transformed into a haunted banquet hall. The long table was adorned with a black lace tablecloth and elegant silver candlesticks, each holding a blood-red candle. There were all manners of treats on plates; brownies and cookies, candies and more. Isabelle couldn't resist, as she tried to pull Lola toward the table. "No no no sweetie. That's for later. You haven't even had your dinner yet. Or gone trick or treating! Do you wanna hear something fun?" Isabelle stopped tugging at Lola for a moment. 'It might be worth hearing something fun. I like fun things.' But there were treats just out of reach. It was a tough call in the end, but Isabelle decided for the former, turning her head to face Lola as she continued to suckle the rubber teat in her mouth, and nodded. "Uh-huh! Was fun?" Lola smiled, as she saw the pure wonder in Isabelle's face. "I'm going to get to take you trick or treating later with your mommy. And someone else very special asked to come to! But only if you're a good girl. So let's go find mommy, okay?" Isabelle considered the proposal. "I be goot!" She announced. Isabelle was determined to show Lola, and especially her mommy, that she was not a bad girl after her hectic afternoon. As Lola and Isabelle continued to move toward the kitchen, Isabelle spotted a number of other decorations. Lola had hung a myriad of paper bats from the ceiling, giving the room a thrilling and slightly eerie ambiance. The windows were covered in decorative decals featuring silhouettes of witches on broomsticks and black cats with arched backs. At the entranceway to the kitchen, Sam had placed a life-sized cardboard cutout of a mummy. "We call him Mr. Mummy," Lola explained, "not to be confused with your real mommy!" Lola giggled, and Isabelle couldn't help but join in. Mr. Mummy was holding a silver tray in his extended arms, perfect for setting drinks on. He greeted Lola and Isabelle as they entered, his bandaged arms seemingly reaching out to give them a spooky welcome. "How's mommy's cranky girl feeling now?" The question was innocent enough. And Isabelle was feeling better. But she didn't need the reminder that she had gotten so upset, nor about the mess she had made in her room with the glue . Isabelle decided not to answer her mom, instead crossing her arms, and stomping her feet down, each once. "Oh are we still cranky?" Sam's voice echoed from the side. Isabelle hadn't seen him as she entered, but her attention was quickly capture by him as Sam scooped her into his arms, and started kissing her neck rapidly. Isabelle couldn't help but laugh and cry out as the onslaught of tickly kisses assaulted her, her pacifier falling to the floor. "Nope! I guess not!" 'Come Jane," Isabelle heard Lola say, as she watched Lola extend her hands out to Isabelle's mom. "I need to start on your makeup now, or we'll never get it done in time." Isabelle watched as her mom gave Lola her hand, Lola pulling her upstairs. "Don't worry about us," Sam called after them, as he settled Isabelle against his chest. supporting her under her soggy butt. "We'll just be in the basement doing all the HARD work. Come cutie. Let's go have some fun. Are you going to be my big girl helper?" Sam asked, bending down to pick the pacifier up. "We really ought to get you something to keep this clipped to you. I'll add it to the list," Sam said, before plopping the pacifier back in Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle was happy to have it back. Sam carried Isabelle down to the basement. Much like the rest of the house, the basement had been transformed into a haunted house. Sam navigated through what felt like a pop up maze, complete with cobwebs, eerie sound effects, and hidden surprises that would thrill Lola's Halloween party guests later that night. "Let's work on adding some of this fluff to the theater room Belly, to make it spooky. Here, take some," Sam said, setting Isabelle down and handing her the package. Isabelle was happy to be helping, picking up clumps of the stingy white fluff, and putting it anywhere she felt could use improvement; the seats, the cupholders, even the floor. Isabelle was having so much fun decorating with Sam, she forgot all about her little tantrum earlier that day. Isabelle lost track of time as she set her final plastic spider down on the console in front of the movie theater. "Okay guys, come back up. Dad! You should get into your costume too!" Isabelle heard Lola call from upstairs. "I've been summoned squirt, let's go. You need to get dressed as well." Sam picked Isabelle up, feeling a very soggy diaper under his hand, and carried Isabelle up the stairs with him. Isabelle was lifted into the air, happily settling herself into Sam's arm as he carried her up to the main floor. Once they made it up, Isabelle saw her mom standing there, only she looked very different. There was her mommy, standing in front of her, only she was dressed just like one of Isabelle's favorite characters; Elle. Jane had carefully chose her costume—a stunning replica of Elle's iconic ensemble from "Stunner and the Savage." Jane's white shirt featured a lapel collar, long puffy sleeves with elastic bands at the wrists. Isabelle watched with a smile as Jane worked to re-fasten the blue maid dress sporting a delicate lace hem. Jane cinched her waist with a pristine white apron with some help from Lola, just like the one Elle wore in the Savage's enchanted castle. "Mommy! You wook just wike Ewwe!" Isabelle called out from behind her pacifier, smiling at her mom's choice of dress. Isabelle couldn't help but bring her small hands together and clap, though she missed her own hands on her first attempt. Jane curtsied gracefully, her dress billowing with a touch of regal flair. "Thank you sweetie," she replied, her voice soft and Elle-like. "Didn't Lola do such a good job with mommy's hair and makeup?" w Isabelle wasn't sure if the question was directed at her, but nodded anyway. Lola stood beside her, seemingly proud of her work as well. Isabelle offered Lola a few claps as well. "Now come with mommy," Jane said, scooping Isabelle into her arms. "We need to get you changed, and then dressed." Isabelle felt as she was exchanged from Sam and into her mom's arms, who proceeded to carry her up the stairs, and into the room with the changing table. Isabelle lay down with her eyes shut. By the point, her diaper changes were fairly routine. Rather than focus much on what was happening, Isabelle closed her eyes and suckled away at the pacifier still in her mouth. She listened as her mom hummed, working to tear the sides of Isabelle's diaper, clean her up, and slide a new one underneath her. Isabelle could immediately feel that her mom had put her into one of the thick, nighttime diapers that she only ever got to wear at Lola's melting into it as her mom secured it tightly around her waist. "Okay buttercup, let's get you changed," Isabelle heard her mom say, as she was lifted on to her butt. Isabelle then felt as her mom lifted her shirt over and off her head, leaving her in nothing but her diaper. While Isabelle felt a little chilly in the air-conditioned house, she was nothing if not comfortable sitting around in nothing over than her diaper. Isabelle's mom proceeded to reach into a bag at her feet, before pulling a soft, white, collared shirt Isabelle hadn't seen before. Isabelle lifted her arms up so her mom could pull it over her, feeling as the soft fabric fell over her tummy and on to her diaper. "You're just going to love your costume sweetie, Jane explained, as she worked to get Isabelle's last arm into the arm hole. 'This is much too big!" Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom eased Isabelle back down on to her back so that she was laying on the changing table again. As Isabelle was about to question what was going on, the questions was answered for her. Isabelle felt as her mom pulled the fabric from the shirt from under her diaper and around to her front. Curious, Isabelle lifted her head just in time to watch as her mom snapped the shirt securely over her diaper, one snapping after the other, until the oversized shirt was tightly secured around her. 'That's new," Isabelle thought, as her mom reached into the bag once more. Isabelle could feel the elastic fabric morph to her body. 'It is really comfortable," Isabelle admitted to herself, feeling the soft padding of her diaper pressed against her skin. Jane proceeded to pull a pair of black leggings over Isabelle's legs, working to pull it over Isabelle's massive diaper before sitting her up. Isabelle looked down as her mom eased a pair of white socks with scalloped elastic bands on them around her feet, before feeling herself picked up and placed on the ground. "Looking so cute already!" Jane said, before taking a brush and bending down to work on Isabelle's hair. Jane quickly brushed Isabelle's blonde hair into two, long pigtails, each tumbling down off the back of her head, and falling down over her shoulders. "Let's get your detective coat on, sweetie!" Jane said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a long coat, pulling it onto Isabelle before tying it off with the sash in front. "Perfect!" When her mom had taken her upstairs to get into her costume, Isabelle hadn't been quite sure what she was going to be dressed as. But as her mom finished pulling her coat in, Isabelle was starting to realize what it was she was going as. And, as her mom pulled out the finishing touch to her outfit;, Isabelle's face was beaming with a smile. "Imma Invepigator mommy! Invespigator! Invespigator!" Isabelle called out again and again with glee, as Jane set the plaid deerstalker hat onto Isabelle's head. Jane was smiling too, happy with how the costume turned out, and even happier that Isabelle was so thrilled. "That's right baby! An invesTIgator," Jane emphasized, correcting Isabelle though knowing full well it was too hard of a word for her baby girl. "And the most beautiful one at that," Jane added, before picking Isabelle up and bombarding her with kisses. Isabelle couldn't stop giggling as she kicked her feet from under her, before wrapping them around her mom's side. "Now let's go get some food in your tummy so we can go trick or treating baby." It wasn't long until Jane had Isabelle in her high chair, with a quick dinner whipped together. Dinner progressed quickly, though was hardly uneventful. Isabelle had thrown a little fit when her mom insisted on cutting her food and feeding her, but eventually allowed it to happen. "You'll get your outfit messy otherwise," her mom had explained. It was a reasonable explanation. About halfway through her dinner, Sam and Lola had come back down to join Isabelle and Jane as Jane was pushing another nugget into Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle chewed her food as Sam entered in his prince's outfit. He was wearing a soft white shirt that firmly pressed against his muscles. He had tall boots over his blue slacks, and was even wearing a red cape with gold trim. he looked every bit the part of Elle's perfect prince. Lola, for her part, had opted to be a cat this Halloween, something Isabelle couldn't help but laugh about. But Lola had nailed the look, wearing tight black leggings over a black body suit. Her long, thick black hair had been curled ever so slightly, and fell down over her shoulders, and held in place by a headband with two small kitty ears. She had done her makeup simply; three thick black whiskers on either side of her face, and a small black nose to boot. 'Simple, but effective," Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom stuffed nugget after nugget into her mouth. "We're going to be late if we wait much longer," Sam said to Lola, though Isabelle was not sure what about. "It's just her way. She'll be here in a second. I promised we'd -" But Lola didn't get to finish the sentence. She was cutoff by the family's loud doorbell, which echoed through the house as Jane wiped Isabelle's mouth, before lifting her out of her high chair. "I'll go get the baskets," Jane said to Sam, as she went around the kitchen table and lifted a large shoulder bag strap over her shoulder, and headed toward the living room. "I wonder who that could be?" Lola teased, tapping one finger to her chin. "Do you wanna come investigate with me, Investigator Isabelle?" Isabelle nodded, pulling the toy magnifying glass her mom had put into her coat pocket for her out. "Uh-huh! I wanna see! I wanna invespigate!" Lola smiled before taking Isabelle's hand and walking her toward the front door. Whoever it was going to be, Isabelle was going to find out. But when Lola opened the door, Isabelle could hardly believe who was standing there. It was like a dream come true. In fact, it was. The person standing before her was so familiar, and so spectacular, Isabelle could hardly believe her own eyes. Standing in front of her was none other than Seraphina. Isabelle couldn't believe the story her mother had told her was true. But here she was, standing at the front door to Lola's house. Seraphina's red curly hair tumbled down from her head, down her bare shoulders to her chest. She was wearing an emerald green tube top, that was shaped like butterfly wings. below her exposed bellybutton, Seraphina was wearing a green and blush tulle skirt that fell well above her knees. But it wasn't just her green clothes that gave her away. It was her wings. They were exactly as her mom had described them, extending far over her shoulders, the color of the sky at sunrise - soft pink and gentle lavender. She was just as beautiful as her mom had told in her story. Yet, the most amazing part about Seraphina was not what she was wearing, and it was not her wings. No, it was what she held in her hand; the Star Rod. Isabelle's mouth was agape at the beautiful and powerful fairy in front of her. 'Dani had told the truth!' Isabelle was so blown away by Seraphina's presence, she forgot entirely about why she even needed such a fairy to begin with. Lola laughed as she watched little Isabelle stand in awe in front of Dani, utterly silent, eyes popping out of her head. Lola lifted Isabelle up so she could be closer, just as Dani curtsied politely. "Well hello Isabelle! I heard you were looking for a magical fairy tonight, is that right?" Isabelle knew the answer was yes. She wanted to respond yes. She knew she was supposed to respond yes. But she couldn't respond. She was still too shocked. It was all so much that Isabelle released her bladder unwittingly into her once dry diaper. Lola, sensing Isabelle's reluctance, as well as her pee, answered for her. "Look sweetie! It's Dani! She dressed as a special magical and...." Lola looked at her friend up and down before smirking and continuing "...…scantly dressed fairy for us." Lola said, teasing her friend. 'Dani?' Isabelle felt herself question what Lola had just told her. But as she looked closer at the fairy, Isabelle realized Lola was right; it WAS Dani. 'Oh. My. God." Isabelle couldn't believe it. How could she have not realized it? She had known Dani......like forever! "But it all makes sense now," Isabelle told herself. "Dani doesn't KNOW a magical fairy.... .... ...Dani IS a magical fairy!" It was so obvious, Isabelle could hardly believe she hadn't realized sooner! 'No wonder she knew how to build a magical star rod! And knew that a magical fairy would be here tonight!' Isabelle could no longer control her excitement. "Dani!!!!" Isabelle called out loudly, as her mom and Sam approached from behind. Dani laughed, taking Isabelle from Lola. "Yes sweetie! It's me!!!" Dani responded, hugging Isabelle. "I don't think she realized who I was Lolz. That's why I am the queen of Halloween," Dani said, now speaking to her friend, the two of them chuckling. "I think you might be right," Lola responded, as Dani set Isabelle down. "Sweetie," Lola continued, speaking to Isabelle again, "Dani came over extra early so that she could go trick or treating with us! Isn't that exciting!??!" Isabelle nodded, and hugged Dani's bare legs again, squeezing her tightly, before another voice interrupted their hug "We aren't going to get any trick or treating done if we don't leave now though," Sam said, before greeting Dani. Isabelle turned back to look at Sam to see that he was seemingly diverting his gaze away from the fairy at the door the best he could. 'Hmmmm. He must be worried about her awesome powers,' Isabelle concluded. That wasn't her problem though. There were more important issues to deal with anyway - it was time to leave. Isabelle wanted some candy. ******************** Isabelle felt her plastic pumpkin trick or treat bag on her lap. It was already half way full, but Isabelle had plans to fill it to the limit before she was done. She held on tightly as she felt someone push her along in her stroller toward the next house down the block, which took longer than she had expected. Isabelle looked down at her ballet slippers feeling that they really added something special to her outfit. 'The homes in this neighborhood are so far apart,' Isabelle had remarked after a house or two. It was certainly a drawback to being in the area, but there were benefits too. 'The candy here is HUGE!' Isabelle had been the star of the show all night, and she was loving it. For the first few houses, Isabelle had been accompanied by her mom to the front door. "Twick O Tweat!" Isabelle would call out at every house from behind her pacifier, the owner's faces looking down at her beaming with smiles every time. "She is just precious!" "Aren't you just the most adorable!" "OH MY GOD SOOO CUTE!" Each time she went to a house, the owner took the time to compliment Isabelle's outfit. She felt like the very best detective there could be! More often than not, her cuteness was also handsomely rewarded with additional candy. As they moved between houses, Isabelle would watch as all the other kids ran past them or around in their costumes. There were ghosts, firefighters, and doctors. There were all sorts of animals, princesses, and even a few ladybugs. Isabelle kept looking down at her own outfit, proud of how unique it was, and how perfectly it suited her. 'Mommy got me the best costume.. After a few houses, her mom had substituted out, and instead Lola and Dani accompanied her to the front door. Even though Isabelle liked going with her mom, there was something extra special about going with Dani, and even more special about going with Lola. Lola held her hand up every walkway, and even helped her carry her plastic pumpkin when it got too heavy. There had been another advantage to walking with Lola and Dani; Isabelle could ask Dani all about her life as a fairy. "Awe you a weal faiwy Dani?" Isabelle asked in her sweet, innocent voice, her eyes wide with wonder as Dani knocked on the next door for them. Dani, with a playful wink to Lola, had long ago decided to embrace the magical moment with Isabelle. She crouched down to Isabelle's level, her wings glinting as she did. "Why, of course Belly!" Dani replied, her voice filled with enchantment. "I am indeed a REAL fairy. I've flown all the way here from the Enchanted Forest to celebrate Halloween with you." Isabelle's heart soared with excitement. She had so many questions about fairies, and she was thrilled to have the chance to speak to a real one. "Was it wike being a fairy?" Isabelle asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. Dani stood up as the door opened, trying to get Isabelle to say the magic words she was supposed to. But Isabelle was too distracted, and Lola could tell. "Belly. What do we say at the door sweetie? Look - someone wants to give you candy!" Isabelle's snapped out of her focus on Dani, turning her attention back to the home owner who was smiling down at her kindly. "Uhhh......uh.........uhhhhh........" But Isabelle had forgotten what she was supposed to say, and was starting to panic. Fortunately, Lola was there to help. "We say....Trick or........" 'Oh yah, that's right!' Isabelle thought to herself. She knew what to say; what she wanted. "TWEAT!" Isabelle called out loudly, to the satisfaction of the home owner, who smiled and placed a candy bar in her bucket. "Thank you!" Lola replied, as she took Isabelle's hand and began to walk her down the walkway, Dani flanking Isabelle's other side. Isabelle turned her attention back to Dani as they walked. Dani began to spin a whimsical tale, weaving a narrative of fairyland. She spoke of magical meadows where fairies danced among the flowers, and enchanted forests where they played hide-and-seek with forest creatures. She described the sparkling fairy dust they used to cast spells, and the powerful Star Rod she used to make wishes come true. Isabelle listened with rapt attention, her imagination soaring with each word. "Do faiwies have special powers?" she inquired, her curiosity endless, as Lola lifted her back into her stroller seat, and her mom pushed her onward. "Just a few more houses Belly, okay?" Isabelle heard her mom say. "It's getting late for you already, and Lola and Dani have friends coming over soon." Isabelle was hardly listening, however. She was too focused on Dani. Dani waited for Jane to finish before answering Isabelle, walking alongside the stroller. "Of course we do," Dani explained "Fairies have the power to make dreams come true with our Star Rods. And this Star Rod that you helped make," Dani went on, 'is the most powerful of them all. We can grant wishes and bring joy to those who believe in magic. And, those that are really good girls. Do you happen to know anyone like that?" Isabelle's heart swelled with excitement. "ME! ME! Imma goo girl! I bewieve in magic!! Can you show me some fairy magic?" Isabelle asked, her eyes gleaming.. "Hmmm..." Dani said, before the stroller stopped. Dani pretended to reach into an imaginary pouch, before sprinkling a bit of invisible fairy dust over Isabelle's head, making a wish. "There, little inves-PIgator," Dani said with a grin. "I've just granted you ONE special wish. But remember, I only have the power to grant one wish. So I want you to think long and hard about what you REALLY want, and you'll tell me later at home, okay?" Isabelle had been nothing but smiles and laughs until that moment. But when Dani mentioned that she would only be able to make one wish, Isabelle's mind went somewhere else. Somewhere more serious. Somewhere a little darker. Somewhere her mind hadn't been all day. 'I only get one crack at this. This is what I've been working toward since all of this started happening. I can undo this. I can fix it. I can......I can....... I can get what I really want........ ....But what do I want....?' The answer to the question had once been so simple. But it didn't feel that way anymore. And she was running out of time. Isabelle felt Lola lift her out of her stroller and took her hand. Isabelle reluctantly lifted her own hand, unsure if she still wanted to trick or treat. But she wasn't exactly consulted, and before she knew it, felt her little legs marching up toward the house with Lola and Dani by her side. 'Plus I can get more candy here,' Isabelle decided, snapping her mind off of more serious thoughts, and moving her little legs a little more willingly toward the front door. Just as Lola started to knock on the door, Isabelle felt something else knocking. Without thinking twice about it, Isabelle felt her little legs begin to bend, as she let go of Lola's hand and squatted down into a crouch. Isabelle could hear Dani try to cover up a laugh and a snort - though for the life of Isabelle, she had no idea why - as Isabelle pushed a load of mushy poop into her diaper, just as the door to the house opened. "Twick O....Errrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh," Isabelle grunted, pushing more mushy poop into her diaper, before standing up once more and finishing her other job. "....Tweat!" Isabelle called, offering her pumpkin basket out once more to a homeowner that Lola suspected knew exactly what had just occurred on their stoop. Lola couldn't help but laugh as the door closed after them, Isabelle without a care or concern in the world, walking back down toward her mom. "Your little girl made QUITE the impression up there Jane," Dani said, laughing as they approached. Lola watched as Jane's expression turned to one of concern, and offered some clarification. "She was perfectly behaved, to be clear. She just...uh...made a little present of her own while on their doorstep." Lola said, smiling herself. Sam quickly joined in, laughing and smiling himself. "Come here my little angel," Jane said, offering her arms out to Isabelle, before lifting her up, and taking a sniff herself to confirm. "Oh yes you did make a little present sweetie," Jane remarked, backing her own face off of the very large and smelly mess Isabelle had made. Isabelle remained unphased. "It was getting late anyway. Let's get her home and ready for bed," Jane said to Sam, before placing Isabelle down into the stroller, her mess happily squishing under her. "Come sweetie. Mommy is going to take you home and change you. And then you can stay up for a little bit with Lola and Dani before bedtime." Isabelle nodded, though in truth she didn't feel much like being changed.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 59 Isabelle felt sleepy as she felt herself floating in the air, suspended by something, until she felt herself inverted vertically, but someone felt like she was still laying on her mattress. Isabelle kept her eyes closed, happily sucking away at her pacifier, as her little fingers search for something to wrap around. And they found something. Whatever it was. It didn't matter. Isabelle was too tired to care, and so let her head fall down on to her new pillow, the smell of which was simply fantastic. Isabelle nestled into the pillow further, which was nothing more than her mom's shoulder. Isabelle fell right back asleep, back to her dreams. Her sleep was short-lived, however. Isabelle found herself being gently roused from her sleep once more. This time, Isabelle felt she had been laid horizontally again, though just as comfortable as she was. Isabelle stirred as she felt her pacifier pulled from her mouth, whining, her tongue desperate for her plastic nipple to be returned. Isabelle did not have to wait long though. With her eyes still firmly shut, Isabelle felt herself being cradled in the embrace of her mothers arms, and lifted up against her body. Isabelle felt her cheek, and then her drool covered lips, brush against her mom's soft, warm skin. Isabelle's mouth continued to search for her pacifier, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, as her mouth traversed her mother's warm skin, something else brushed against her lips. Something firm, something swollen, something Isabelle wanted deeply. Isabelle didn't think; she simply did. Isabelle lips parted, as she accepted her mother's nipple, sealing her mouth around it. Isabelle tongue playfully explored the new contents of her mouth, creating a latch, before working to release the milk she now so desperately craved. As the sweet, warm milk flowed into her mouth, soothing her throat, before filling her stomach, Isabelle felt herself begin to wake. It was slow at first, her eyes beginning to flutter, as she focused what little energy her small body had on the more important task at hand. Isabelle felt as her body seemed to activate, stirring in her mother's arms, shifting her legs to adjust herself as she began to suckle with more effort, the flow of milk translating steady droplets to a calm, fluid steam. "Shhhh. That's a good girl." Isabelle heard her mom whisper to her, as she felt her mom rock back and forth, the motion, settling Isabelle down further. 'We must be in the rocking chair,' Isabelle deduced, as she continued to empty her mother's breast, thirsty for as much of the savory salvation that she could get. Isabelle's reservations from the morning prior were not even something of the past; they hadn't been a concern last night after her mom had taken her home; they weren't this morning. The concerns would, more accurately, have been called "never weres." Isabelle felt as the flow of milk began to slow, and not seconds after, her mom's finger slip through her mouth, releasing the warm breast and nipple from the sanctuary of her mouth. Isabelle didn't whine though; she now understood she was halfway done, as she felt her mother flip her around, her head resting against the shirt covering her mom's second breast. Isabelle risked opening her eyes, hoping desperately to connect with her mother's eyes. The risk paid off, as Isabelle fluttered her eyes open to see Jane starring lovingly down back at her. Isabelle's eyes watched as Jane's right arm moved over Isabelle's stomach, working to loosen an additional button on a blue men's dress shirt, which Isabelle only then noticed her mom was wearing. 'In fact, I think it's all she's wearing,' Isabelle thought to herself. As Jane unfastened the button, Isabelle felt her mom shift her shoulder, exposing her second breast for Isabelle to feast at. Isabelle didn't wait for her mom to lift her, raising her own head to reach for the swollen delight that was just in front of her. Isabelle's lunge was for naught, however, as she missed to the left, landing her moist mouth on her mom's bare breast only. Jane couldn't help but giggle as she lifted Isabelle, brushing her nipple into her daughter's mouth to assist her. "Silly, hungry girl. Mommy's got you." Isabelle's eyes never left Jane; Jane's eyes never left her daughters; and Isabelle quickly latched on, the free flow of milk into her mouth a relief for both mother and daughter. "Mommy loves her sweet, sweet angel," Jane whispered, as Isabelle continued to suckle, listening to her mom's heartbeat against her ear, and working to get in rhythm with it. Isabelle was drinking away when something unexpected happened. She hadn't seen anyone approach; her eyes had been focused on her mom. Nor had she heard, or expected to hear anyone else in the house. But as her mother's delicious milk continued to flow into her stomach, as Jane's heartbeat lulled her into a state of complete tranquility, Isabelle was greeted by someone else. "There you two are," Sam's soft voice echoed through Isabelle's ears. The voice was shocking and soothing at the same time, sending waves of both emotions through her little body. But the voice had startled her so much that Isabelle's latch broke, her eyes turning toward the voice as a strand of drool slowly extended, like a spider's web, between Isabelle' mouth and her mom's nipple. It was, indeed Sam, standing in her room, and leaning down to kiss Jane. Isabelle felt her stomach turn as he did, the waves of comfort and shock both growing at the new experience. 'Should he really be watching this? I mean - ' "And there's a precious little girl," Sam added, brushing Isabelle's cheek delicately with his fingers, as Isabelle felt a little milk droplet fall down her chin. Isabelle had so many thoughts in that moment, none of which she could process, yet most of which felt surprisingly happy. But Isabelle's thoughts were interrupted. First by her mother gentle touch, as she guided Isabelle's lips back toward her nipple. Isabelle would have considered resisting, if not for the milky bead she saw right in front of her. 'I need it.' Isabelle latched on without hesitation, and resumed suckling without further question. Sam or no Sam, Isabelle wasn't stopping, as her mother rocked back and forth, Jane's bare chest exposed for the whole room. "I'm going to go put a pot of coffee on and start with some breakfast, okay?" Isabelle heard Sam explain, as he felt Sam continue to brush his hand against her, this time playing with Isabelle's little toes. His touch felt so comforting, but the tickle on her toes caused her to squeal and kick her legs gently about as Isabelle continued with her morning meal. But there was a second interruption that took Isabelle's attention away from Sam. It wasn't just milk her body wanted this morning. Isabelle's body had other needs as well. So Isabelle took care of her needs, all by herself, like a big girl does. So it was, as Sam's hands left Isabelle's toes, that Isabelle did what needed to be done. 'What I want to do.' '.....What I love to do.' Isabelle squinted and suckled, pushed and pulled, unloaded and reloaded, drinking from her mother's breast as she emptied a very mushy, very large poop into her diapers. Isabelle felt as her poop immediately spread around her bottom, smiling as she felt its warmth. The pressure from Jane's swaddle caused her poop to spread it in every direction. Undeterred, Isabelle continued to drink her delicious treat, as she continued pushing, until there was no more milk, and no more poop. Isabelle shifted as much as she could, refusing to break her seal, her satisfaction increasing as the smell of her mess and baby powder wafted to her nose. "Sounds good Sam. I'll come down right after I change this stinky girl. Someone just made a nice deposit on her mommy's lap," Jane explained, as she picked Isabelle up, so they were face to face. "Didn't she now," Jane teased, pulling Isabelle's nose to her own, and rubbing them together. "Didn't she now, my precious, perfect girl!" Isabelle had been wrong about one thing only yesterday morning. Her morning diaper change was no longer the best part of her day. This was. And it didn't matter who was there to see it. ***************** After eating breakfast, Isabelle found herself in her room with some time to spare. 'It's going to be a little bit before mommy puts me down for my nap,' Isabelle thought to herself, and considered what she might do to that morning. Jane and Sam were still downstairs chatting, and laughing away. Isabelle smiled as she heard the noise emanate from downstairs. 'It was always so quiet in the house.....It's kind of nice to have noise here, when its not just me and mom.' Though she had been thrown off by Sam's presence at first, it was extra special getting to wakeup in the house with him there. Not only had he played with and fed Isabelle that morning, but Isabelle could tell how happy her mom was seeing them together; leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but Sam's blue shirt, sipping her coffee, with her loved ones around her. It made Isabelle happier as well. Isabelle was excited to learn about the plan for the day. "We're going to hang around the house this morning, Sam's going to stay for a bit, but then he's going to go home and help Lola set up for her party tonight. Isabelle's heart fluttered at the sound of Lola's name. "Can I go wif Sam and help Lola's party?" "No sweetie, not today. You'll see it later when it's all done. Miss Mel told me you were up very late last night, and I don't want you to be cranky later. Lola is going to take you trick or treating, and then you're going to stay with at Lola's Halloween party while Mommy and Sam go to their own Halloween party. Another sleepover - lucky girl!" Jane said, hoping that Isabelle wouldn't be sad that she was leaving her again. Isabelle wasn't. "Yay! I get to go to a party Mommy!" "We wouldn't mind some extra help later this afternoon though," Sam added. "Why don't you come by early?" Sam lifted Isabelle out of her highchair, bending down to wipe her face. "I'm not going to object to getting to spend more time with my three best girls. And you can help me find all the booze Lola thinks she hid away from me." Isabelle grinned. Jane laughed. "Okay. But remember," Jane said, as she took a sip of coffee, "I'm no nark. I still need to pretend to be the 'cool' mom." Jane felt weird referring to herself as a mom in a conversation about Lola, but she was trying to grow more comfortable with it. Isabelle shook off her recollection from that morning. 'It's time to play,' she decided, as she moved toward her dollhouse, smiling as she thought about her day ahead. But there was a lot of time between now and then, and Isabelle needed to find a way to pass the morning. Playing was always the best way. Isabelle considered playing with some of her dollies that had been neglected for a few weekends. 'I do miss them!' Isabelle thought, as she sat down on her padded bum. Dr. Teddy was watching over her dollies, but still, even dolls needed a lot of love and attention. 'Just like me!' Isabelle thought, as she started to pick several up and arrange her dolls. Isabelle hadn't been playing long when she felt herself distracted. No, it wasn't the fact that she was unknowingly wetting her diaper. Something else was on her mind, and Isabelle found herself not wanting to play with the dolls any longer. Not knowing exactly where she was going, Isabelle stood up, the raucous laughter from downstairs having, at that time, made its way up the stairs -"SAM! Stop it - I - oh - ugh....SAM!!!" - Isabelle heard her mom cry playfully, as they made their way down the hall. Isabelle heard her mom's door close, as well as some more giggling, before the noise simmered down a little bit. As it did, Isabelle stopped and found herself standing in front of her desk. Isabelle's eyes settled on something laying in front of her polka dot chair, perfectly in the center of the desk. Her hands slowly made their way to it, picking up the large book, as she held it out in front of herself. ISABELLE'S ART It stood prominently in front of her. 'Lola got this for me,' Isabelle thought. 'And I haven't even used it at all! She'll think I hate it!' Isabelle was genuinely worried, getting lost in her thoughts of what Lola would think of her if Isabelle hadn't used her gift. Fortunately, her mom and Sam's decision to start moving furniture around Jane's room - 'what an odd thing to do in the morning' - snapped her out of her daze. 'The solution is simple; I'll make a drawing and show it to her tonight!" Isabelle climbed up into her chair, and opened her book to the first, clean, crisp page. The pages in the drawing pad were thicker, and of much better quality that Isabelle was used to. Isabelle lowered her palm to the page, feeling the thick paper underhand. It was a page that had endless opportunity. "But what should I draw? Isabelle asked herself, It was so obvious. "I'll draw a picture of me and Lola!" Isabelle opened her box of crayons, and went right to work on her artistic endeavor. First, Isabelle started by drawing herself, taking the bright pink crayon. Isabelle decided that she would draw herself in her ballet outfit, starting with a pink tutu, and working her way up to create a body wearing a leotard. Isabelle set down her pink crayon, to pick of a silver one, and put lots of sparkles on her leotard. "Perfect!" Isabelle continued working, drawing an angelic toddler's head with a yellow crayon. Isabelle picked up her red crayon, and filled the face in with rosy cheeks and an impish grin. Isabelle set her crayon down, picking up a green one to draw crude, yet cute eyes, that somehow seemed to reflect the sparkle of curiosity she carried with her everyday. Isabelle picked up the yellow crayon again, and draw two long pigtails coming off either end of the head, curving toward the end. Finally, Isabelle drew the most important part; her ballet slippers. Isabelle took all manner of crayons to draw them, using every color imaginable. "Something so fantastic like my slippers deserves all the rainbow colors!" Isabelle declared aloud, as she went about empowering the slippers with each stroke of another crayon. Isabelle finished them off with a vibrant pink crayon, and it was done. Isabelle, the little ballerina princess, was on paper. "Lola is going to love it so far." Beside herself, Isabelle began to sketch Lola. Isabelle admired her endlessly, and she wanted to capture every detail that made Lola special. She drew Lola's long, wavy, dark that cascaded like a waterfall of ebony silk. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, held a twinkle of laughter and love. Isabelle picked up her red crayon, painting Lola's thick, ruby lips on the page in a big smile. Lola starred back at her with love as Isabelle continued to draw, doing her best to capture Lola's nose and ears. As Isabelle colored Lola's clothes, she chose shades of lavender and purple, Lola's favorite colors. The crayon strokes were filled with love and admiration, for Lola was not just a friend - she was her sister. Isabelle's mind returned to the day prior when she had attended Lola's dance practice. Isabelle had been thinking about it a lot, but hadn't really had time to process. But Lola's words were fresh in her mind, playing over and over again - 'That's just my baby sister." Baby sister. Sister. Sister was all Isabelle had heard. "That's my baby sister" Her's. Lola's. And Lola was right. Isabelle was Lola's. 'And Lola is mine too. My - my.. ...my big sister.' Isabelle knew it was true. In the last week alone, Lola had taken such good care of her. Isabelle was so proud to have her as a sister, as she finished coloring Lola's purple shoes on her feet. But It hadn't just been the last week. Lola has always been special. And now she was just special in an even more special way. Isabelle lifted her drawing up, feeling a sense of accomplishment. It was a beautiful drawing to christen her new drawing pad with. But still. 'It doesn't feel complete. Its missing.... ...Mommy and Sam.' Isabelle knew what she needed to do. Isabelle picked up a vibrant blue crayon, and began to sketch her mom. "I'll draw mommy like this morning," Isabelle decided, drawing a big, baggy blue shirt as her mom's body, which hung just above her knees. Isabelle made sure to give the shirt buttons, leaving the same ones undone that her mom had not buttoned up over breakfast. Isabelle made sure to give her mom two boobies underneath her shirt - 'I know she has those!' - before picking up a nude crayon, and starting to draw her mom's legs. Isabelle took special care to draw all of her mom's toes so that no one would be confused that she didn't have pants on! Once her mom's leg's were completed, Isabelle took the yellow crayon to draw her mom's head and hair, before finishing her face off with a big smile. 'Perfect too!' Isabelle thought. 'But it needs D- Sam too,' Isabelle finished her thought, embarrassed where it had been headed. Isabelle got to working on Sam, placing him directly next to her mom. Isabelle started with Sam's head, drawing Sam's strong, kind face, and Isabelle used a sturdy brown crayon to depict his warm smile. Isabelle took a green crayon to draw Sam's body, making sure to add a pair of loving, protective arms that reached out to embrace her mom. Isabelle then took a blue crayon to draw Sam's jeans, before setting it down and picking up a black crayon to draw his shoes. 'He doesn't need toes like mommy,' Isabelle decided, as she looked over her drawing. "One more thing," Isabelle said, as she picked up her pink crayon. Isabelle wanted to add a finishing touch, as she started to draw big, pink hearts all over the page, filling in the area around the four of them. Not an inch of the page went unaddressed, and by the end of Isabelle's task, she dropped her crayon, exhausted, her page filled with hears. Filled with her new family. "Isabelle sweetie," Isabelle heard her mom call her from the door. "Come to mommy. Let's get you down for a nap." Isabelle nodded, hopping off her chair and making her way over to her mom. Isabelle thought her mom was looking a little more disheveled than she had earlier that morning. "Mommy you're sweaty," Isabelle pointed out, as her mom went crimson at the remark, letting a snorty laugh out, as she stood in the blue button down shirt. 'But she was rearranging furniture, so it makes sense!' "Thanks, Sweetie. Thanks very much for pointing that out." Isabelle smiled, but she was feeling tired, and let loose a yawn. Isabelle was happy as her mom lifted her up, and set her down in her crib. "Have a good nap sweetie," Jane said, before pushing Isabelle's pacifier into her mouth, and turning to shut the lights. A good nap indeed. ********************** "Isabelle. Let's go I said." Isabelle heard her mom summoning her downstairs. But she was having too much fun playing with her dolls again. 'Mom can wait. Teddy cannot,' Isabelle decided, as she pushed her mom's stern voice out of her mind. Sam had left while Isabelle was napping. After a desperately needed diaper change, Isabelle was placed into her high chair and fed a delicious lunch. AS she ate, Jane moved around the house to get both her and Isabelle's costumes ready so that they could get dressed at Sam's later. In an abundance of caution, Jane also packed two overnight bags; one for her, and one for Isabelle. 'I hope I'm not being presumptuous,' Jane thought to herself, as she stuffed three extra sets of clothes for Isabelle, just in case she had a leaky accident or something. Jane felt silly as she pushed the thought away. Things had never been better with Sam, and quite frankly, Jane had come to expect to spend most weekend nights with him, either at her own house or Sam's. It seemed the the early weekend morning where Sam would sneak out of the house before Isabelle woke up to keep the relationship, or at least the extent of it, were long gone. Jane was starting to wish it didn't have to just be weekends. 'My bed is starting to feel very empty without him.' "Oops!" Jane said aloud, before leaving the kitchen and heading back up toward Isabelle's room. 'Almost forgot Rabbity,' Jane said, picking the stuffed rabbit out of Isabelle's crib. 'That would have been a disaster I didn't need,' Jane thought, as she turned, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. 'And we really do need to get a proper crib for Sam's place,' Jane thought, before she laughed to herself. "Now that's presumptuous!' After cleaning Isabelle's face up, Jane instructed her that she had an hour or so to go and play before they would be leaving. Isabelle nodded, but time wasn't really her concern - 'that's a mommy problem,' Isabelle reminded herself. Isabelle had greater concerns. "Teddy needs to give all my dollies medicine," Isabelle had explained, as she imagined the dollhouse, and it's occupants, had been subject to a strange atmospheric pressure zone. Isabelle laid her dolls out in front of her, with Dr. Teddy in front. "Wait here everyone. I know what we need!" Isabelle stood up, and made her way to the hall bathroom, fortunately finding that it was ajar. Isabelle searched around for what she wanted, opening the drawers she could reach, but it was to no avail. 'I guess I'll just take it from here,' Isabelle decided. Isabelle proceeded to wrap her little fingers around the toilet paper roll next to the toilet, and gently pull it. "This will work." Isabelle didn't consider tearing the toilet paper. Instead, she simply pulled it alongside her, out through the open bathroom door, lucky not to snag it on anything. Isabelle continued to pull the toilet paper with her into her room, the long trail of paper stretching all the way back to the bathroom, through the hall, now into her room, before settling it down next to her dolls "Dr. Teddy says all dollies need to wear diapees too!" Isabelle proclaimed, as she made her way over to her desk, and pulled down her last tool; a glue stick. Isabelle returned to her dolls, falling onto her squishy bottom. "Dr. Teddy - time to apply the diapers!" One by one, Isabelle pulled a doll out of line. Isabelle tore a single piece of toilet paper from the roll, laying the doll down on the toilet paper piece so that it was around the doll's crotch. Doing her best job to recall how her mommy put her diapers on, Isabelle opened the glue stick, placed a little on the front of her doll, before rolling the doll up like a burrito in it, sealing each one in the makeshift - and what would have been rather ineffective - diapers. Isabelle was halfway through her game when Jane grew fed up of waiting. "ISABELLE!" Jane called, before huffing up the stairs, "I thought you WANTED to go see Lola," Jane remarked, exasperated that her daughter was not listening. When Jane reached the top of the stairs, she knew there would be an issue. Jane looked, left to right, seeing the roll of toilet paper dragged out from the bathroom to Isabelle's room. 'Oh god.' Every parent has known that feeling. "Isabelle," Jane said, now quickening her pace. "What are you doing with the toilet paper. Why are you making a -" Jane stopped her sentence short, as she emerged in Isabelle's doorway. In front of her, her daughter was sitting on the floor, her legs spread apart as she played with something in front of her. Jane watched as Isabelle turned, and spotted the glue stick immediately. Jane could see Isabelle's hands were covered in glue and toilet paper, a big smile on her face as she proudly declared what she had been doing. "Mommy look! All my dollies have diapers too!" Jane was starting to feel angry. She rarely had to discipline Isabelle - she was such a good girl. But Isabelle knew better. "Isabelle! You know you aren't allowed to play with glue without mommy here. Look at this mess! We're already late sweetie. And your hands! Oh god.......Just - just stay there for a second okay?" Jane did her best to keep cool, but she knew that she had upset Isabelle. Isabelle knew she had broken the rules too. 'But.....I forgot about the glue rule...' Isabelle thought to herself, as she began to cry loudly, tears streaking down her cheeks. Jane emerged from the bathroom, where she had torn the toilet paper loose, collecting it along the way. "Come here sweetie. There's no need to cry, Come to mommy. Let's wash your hands. We really need to get going." 'But there is a need to cry,' Isabelle thought. And cry Isabelle did. Isabelle cried as Jane lifted her up to the bathroom sink to wash her hands in the warm water. Isabelle cried as Jane helped her get her shoes on. Isabelle cried louder as Jane buckled Isabelle into her car seat. Isabelle cried as Jane loaded the trunk with their costumes, overnight bag, and a cooler. Isabelle cried through the pacifier that Jane put in her mouth before backing the car up. And Isabelle cried the whole way over to Lola's house, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and silly for not being a good listener. Isabelle cried so much for so long, that she cried herself right to sleep.

Well, the robots are replacing us! That sounds pretty good. I hope you were able to program a soothing voice to read it like a bedtime story too! Bet you could retire on sales of that program just on sales to accounts on this site 🤣. Glad you are working to catch up, I missed your input the last several chapters. The Lola weekend remains my personal favorite part of the story. I don't think it will be beat for me. Missed my editor greatly! Thanks for catching that And thanks for continuing to support. Perhaps. Younger or less mature. She certainly has been moving backward, losing more independence, control, and development, but at a much, much slower rate than she was. But at least she can dance, right? 🙃 You know, with every other regression, I had a PRECISE age in my mind that Isabelle was at. It was easier when I had her in grade school, because you're either one age or another. But even when Isabelle moved to preschool the first time, I had an exact age in my mind that she was at. With this last one, it was the first time I felt I couldn't pinpoint it. It's possible she didn't get younger at all, but simply less developmentally advanced. It's possible she did get younger. I think each reader can decide for themselves, including myself. I don't know where I land on it. Thanks. When I started, I didn't think I would include any breastfeeding. Then when I started to consider it, I didn't want it to be gratuitous. Maybe some will feel it was (and will be). That's okay. But at it's core, I wanted my story to be about the bond between a mother and daughter, and certainly that aspect of the dynamic can be critical to a parent and child's bond. I tried to focus as much on the act as what it meant for Isabelle and Jane. I appreciate the positive reception to it from at least one reader . I was really nervous about writing that section of the chapter.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 58 The morning was sweet. It was the only word that could capture the day as the sun's gentle rays tiptoed through the curtains of Isabelle's room, painting her room in the crisp, golden light of the autumn day. The morning air was fresh, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of a new day to Isabelle's flickering nostrils. The horizon, previously shrouded in the deepest blues and purples, had slowly transformed over the last hour to a bright orange, wisps of pink, and gold in the sky. Outside, the cool breeze whispered through the colorful trees, rustling the changing leaves that did their best to cling to their branches for just a few more weeks, not ready to join their brothers and sisters who had created a quilt of colors beneath their boughs. As the world came alive, so did Isabelle. With a wide yawn and a stretch that reached to the far corners of her crib, Isabelle greeted the day with a sleepy smile. Isabelle was surprised as her mouth opened, realizing that something had fallen out as she yawned. Isabelle blinked, and looked directly in front of her, where a large pacifier had tumbled out of her mouth. 'Where.......where did that come from?' Isabelle wondered. 'I don't remember sleeping with a paci.....' But Isabelle felt herself missing it, felt like her mouth was too empty. Isabelle quickly returned it to her mouth, content to suckle at the nipple and feeling better again. Isabelle lifted her head, and reached her arms out to search for Rabbity, clutching her bunny against her body. Isabelle rolled her body to her right, so that she was facing her dollhouse and changing table, staples of her room that she could no longer envision not being where they were. With her free left hand, Isabelle wrapped her fingers around one of the bars to her crib, using it to balance herself as she stood up against the heavy weight of her soggy diaper. Isabelle rubbed her eyes as the room came into focus; her room, where she felt safe and sound. Today, like everyday, was another special day for Isabelle—a day filled with excitement and adventure. Soon, she would be in her mom's embrace, her scent, her warmth fueling Isabelle's morning. Then, Isabelle would get to go to daycare, where she would spend her day with her friends, playing, laughing, and learning. 'After that? Who knows? And more importantly, who cares?" It was all going to be fine, Isabelle assured herself. 'Better than fine. Perfect.' Just as she was finishing her thought, Isabelle's attention was directed toward her bedroom door creaking open. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she saw her mom step into the empty space that her door once occupied. Jane was smiling at Isabelle, her joy, her little daughter And Isabelle was smiling back. Isabelle didn't reflect on it often, it being her mom and all, but Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful her mom looked in the morning light. Even as Jane greeted Isabelle and made her way toward her, Isabelle didn't hear what her mom was saying. Instead, Isabelle was focused on her mom's fading blonde hair, gently curling at the end on her shoulders. Isabelle was looking into her mom's brown eyes, catching glimpses of the green in their centers as the light caught them at the right angle. Isabelle was distracted by her mom's figure, her hips shifting under her mom's short, black nightie with each step she took. Isabelle smiled underneath her pacifier as her mom picked Isabelle up and our of her crib, holding her close in the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle shut her eyes and was dazed by her mom's scent once more, inhaling deeply through her nose as it found it's way into her mom's clavicle, drool from underneath Isabelle's pacifier dripping down against her mom's bare skin. Isabelle felt comfort as she squeezed her legs around her mom, feeling her mom's hand secure Isabelle under her wet diaper. And then Isabelle heard her mom's voice. "Good morning my sweet baby!" And Isabelle melted further into her mom, continuing to nurse at her pacifier, and nuzzling her face into her mom's neck. "Oh my! Someone is feeling very affectionate this morning,' Jane replied pressing her lips against her daughter's golden hair. "Is someone excited to get their day started?" Jane asked rhetorically, as she carried Isabelle around her crib. Isabelle nodded into her mom, not yet ready to open her eyes again, as she waited to be set down on her changing table. Isabelle's morning change was a routine Isabelle had not just gotten used to, but relished. Isabelle looked forward to her mom's touch as she removed her soiled diapers. Isabelle looked forward to the intimacy that existed between just the two of them, as Isabelle starred up at her mom' relinquishing all control to her. Isabelle looked forward to the mixture of scent between her diapers, wipes, lotion and powder, as they wafted through the air. And Isabelle looked forward to being put into a fresh diaper to start her day, knowing that at some point, her mom would be there to change it once more. It was one of the best parts of her day. .... But for some reason, it didn't seem to be happening that morning. Isabelle began to feel a slight sense of anxiety that it was taking so long to be laid down on her changing table. Isabelle's eyes widened, concerned that her mom might have forgotten to change her. 'And I may be right!' Isabelle confirmed for herself, as she lifted her head over her mom's shoulder, spotting her changing table in the distance. Rather than approaching her changing table though, her mom seemed to be carrying Isabelle further away. 'Wha...... Wha..........Where is mommy taking me?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle began to fidget and whine, her anxiety growing into a slight panic. "Mmmmmmmphmmmmmph" Isabelle whining only had the effect of causing her mom to lightly pat her back, before settling her hand on Isabelle's back and running it gently counterclockwise. Isabelle felt her stomach begin to churn, as she felt her mom continue to move further from the changing table, toward the far corner of her room where her pile of stuffed animals were. Isabelle was about to turn her head to see where her mom was taking her when her mom suddenly turned for her, altering Isabelle's point of view so that she was now starring into the back corner of her room. Isabelle had only a moment before her perspective was changed again. But it was enough time for Isabelle to see her pile of stuffed animals still there, even if they were shifted further back against the wall. It was another object, however, that stood out to Isabelle. This one foreign to her room. Isabelle felt as her mom lowered herself, and Isabelle together, into the foreign object, which began to slowly sway back and forth. Isabelle was startled by the motion, and instinctively whined again from behind her pacifier, this time louder than the first. "MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHMMMMMPHHH" But it was nothing to be frightened of in the end. It was simply a rocking chair. "Shhhh, Shhhh, Shhhh, I know sweetie. Mommy knows." Isabelle heard her mom coo, as she shifted Isabelle on to her lap. Isabelle felt as her diaper squished against her mom's leg's the soft silk of her mom's nightie caressing her neck. Isabelle was glad to be starring up at her mom, and have her mom starring back down at her. Isabelle's concern, however, was simple: she didn't understand why this exact moment wasn't being done on her changing table. 'Why are we here instead?' Isabelle couldn't help but voice her confusion once more, whining again, though far more calmly and quietly than she had before from behind her pacifier. "mmmphmmmph" "Shhhhhhshhh. Mommy knows you're hungry. Give me one second Belly," Jane repeated, settling further into the rocking chair as she held Isabelle firmly with her right arm. Isabelle had managed to calm herself down at that point, but what happened next was simply unexpected. Had you given Isabelle a hundred guesses, she would not have been able to correctly guess what happened next. But happen it did. As Jane continued to warmly smile down at Isabelle, Isabelle tracked her mom's left arm as it moved across her body toward Isabelle, and up to the spaghetti strap on her mom's right shoulder. Isabelle watched, as though it was in slow motion, as her mom shifted the strap holding up the black nightie off of her right shoulder above Isabelle's head. Isabelle's eyes grew, grew, and grew some more as the strap moved closer, closer, and closer to the edge of her mom's shoulder. Until it slipped off. Jane didn't stop there, however. Isabelle watched as her mommy worked the once stable strap down over and around her elbow. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger. Still, Isabelle was oblivious as to what was happening. It was simply the shock of the situation. Isabelle's eyes darted back to her mom's face, as though she expected her mom to be surprised as to what was happening. But Jane was still smiling down at Isabelle. 'Despite...whatever the heck she's doing....it's still so comforting to just stare back at her.' Isabelle's eyes moved back toward her mom's right shoulder though, just in time to watch as her mom pulled her arm loose from the strap. And suddenly, Isabelle knew what would happen next. Yet it was still a shock as it did. Isabelle watched as the right side of her mom's nightie fell loose, revealing... 'Oh my god!' It was all Isabelle could think at first. "Mom's boob is....is....is...HUGE!' Isabelle was startled at the mere sight of it, causing her to whimper unexpectedly, releasing some pee into her diaper. 'Has...it.......it always been that big?' Isabelle wondered, unsure what else she should be thinking of in that moment. Isabelle's eyes returned to her mom's face, as though to warn her mom that her top had fallen off. But Jane was still just smiling at Isabelle. "Shhhh sweetie. Here you go," Jane said, as she pulled Isabelle's pacifier out from her mouth, placing it down at her side, before returning her free arm to Isabelle and easing her up. Until that moment, Isabelle truly had not considered what might be happening. Until that moment, the best Isabelle could figure out was that her mom simply wanted to rock with Isabelle in the chair. Until that moment, everything that seemed to be happening with her mom's nightie was an accident, was unintentional, was just......just............just........ Isabelle's heart began racing, as it seemed she was being lifted glacially toward her mom's large, exposed breast. Isabelle's stomach began to churn, her mind race, as her mom lifted her closer toward the erect nipple pointing toward her. 'Am I really about to do......THIS?!?!' Isabelle could hardly fathom what was happening. The diapers? 'Okay, I got used to those.' The crib? 'Fine, it wasn't so bad. It was...safe.' The car seat? The stroller? Even the high chair? 'All those were manageable...they were......they weren't.........well they weren't this!' Isabelle's mind was digesting, fighting, debating, all of it as her mom continued to lift her, continued to smile down at her. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger, as she watched a bead of liquid seemed to form at the very edge of her mom's nipple, desperate, longing to fall free. Isabelle knew if she was going to act, she would need to act fast. 'To decide. To figure this out. To......To.....To.....' Whether it was her mom, her own body, or anything else, Isabelle never got to decide. Or maybe she did after all. All Isabelle knew for certain was what happened next. Isabelle felt her cheek gently make contact with her mom's warm, soft breast, as Jane lifted Isabelle up just once more. Isbaelle felt her face melt into her mom's flesh, the soft skin, inviting. Isabelle nuzzled her cheek against it, as she shut her eyes, wanting nothing more than for her mom to hold her firmly in that place forever. Isabelle felt as her mom shifted ever so slightly, her nipple brushing over her Isabelle's upper lip, tracing it from left to right, before doing the same on her bottom lip. Isabelle felt as she wonderingly, willingly, and wantingly parted her lips to welcome the nipple into the warmth of her mouth. Isabelle felt as her lips widened, opening up to accept more of her mother's breast into her mouth. engulfing her every sense. Isabelle felt as her tongue delicately, delightfully, and then deliciously played with the nipple in her mouth, at it began to release the sweetest nectar Isabelle had ever tested, drop by drop, onto the buds of her tongue. It was all Isabelle could handle, as she became feverish for more. Instinct took over, and Isabelle no longer questioned what she ought to do. There was no more fighting or debating; there was only digesting, and not in the same way she had before. Isabelle suckled deeply at her mom's breast, wave after wave of milk flowing into her mouth and down her throat. Isabelle couldn't get enough of it, as her mom held her head in place, rocking slowly, back and forth, in her chair. She wanted more. Needed more. "Easy there sweetie....shhhhhh..........there is plenty for you...shhhhhhh slow sweetie....slow...." Isabelle heard her mom say delicately, and responded in turn, getting into a steadier rhythm as she felt the warmth of her mom's breast and body around her. Isabelle suckled and suckled, until the flow seemed to slow. Just as she was about to work harder, she felt an object interfere; her mom's finger breaking the seal Isabelle had formed around her mom's nipple. Isabelle felt herself pulled away, spoting the wet, round saliva mark Isabelle had left behind. 'More,' Isabelle thought, whining again. 'I need......Want....Want more. Isabelle didn't have to wait long, as she watched her mom repeat the process she had earlier, this time freeing her left arm from its strap, letting her nightie simply fall off her breasts entirely. Isabelle didn't hesitate this time, practically lunging for her mom's newly freed nipple, and resuming the rhythm she had gotten into the first time around. "What a good eater you're being this morning! And here mommy thought you were ready to wean down to nighttime feedings only! Maybe we'll have to wait on that for now....." Isabelle heard her mom say, though in reality, she wasn't listening to any of it. All she knew was the milk and her mother's touch, as Jane stroked Isabelle's hair as she fed. Isabelle opened her eyes as she was nursing, to find that her mommy was starring right back down at her, the smile never having left her face. Isabelle never wanted to let go of that moment. She had never felt closer to her mom. It wasn't about the milk, though it was delicious. It wasn't about the contact, though it was warm and soft. It wasn't about her mom's smile, though it was perfect. It was a bonding moment that couldn't be put into words, so Isabelle didn't bother trying. Isabelle just starred back at her mom until she emptied her second breast, vulnerable, happy, perfect. "Let's get some solids in your tummy too my love,' Jane said, as she shifted Isabelle on to her shoulder and started patting her back. "And then we can get ready for preschool." **************************************** "How was she today?" Jane held Isabelle up as she spoke with Miss Deena, signing Isabelle out of preschool for the day. "She was good. She's doing a good job working on her letters and numbers. I know you were worried it was a little early to take her out of daycare Jane. But I really do think it was the right decision. She's flourishing. And she's so cute playing with Julia. The two of them are always chasing Becky around, trying to keep up with her!" Jane smiled. It had been a difficult decision to move from daycare to preschool so quick. It was heartening to hear that her teacher felt it was a good one. "Well, she'll be yours for a couple of years then it seems, hopefully not ALL of them in diapers' Jane replied, affirming that she would indeed keep Isabelle there. "This little nugget has a big afternoon and night ahead of her though, Jane said, bouncing Isabelle on her hip. "We'll see you Monday. Have a great weekend." Isabelle felt herself placed into her stroller outside of the classroom, as her mom started pushing her toward the car. "We have to make an exciting stop today sweetie," Jane explained, as she turned the stroller around and backed out of the door to the preschool. "Lola needs a lift home from school today. If we're lucky, we may even catch the end of her ballet practice." Isabelle giggled and clapped as her mom lifted her out of the stroller, and placed her into her car seat. Jane buckled Isabelle in, and handed her a bottle filled with apple juice, before closing the door. Isabelle immediately put the bottle's nipple to her mouth, mimicking the motions she had used that morning on her mom's breasts to get the juice out. Isabelle barely felt as the car started moving toward the high school. Just as Isabelle began sucking air out of her bottle, she again found herself being unbuckled from her car seat. Isabelle felt as her mom slipped a finger into the front of her diaper, unconcerned for whatever she might be checking for. "Wet, but I think you can hold on until we're home," Jane said, speaking to herself, as she lifted Isabelle, and re-buckled her into her stroller. Isabelle observed the world around her as her mom pushed her toward the front entrance of the high school. The campus was quiet, classes still in session. But even empty as they were, the school felt familiar, yet entirely foreign to Isabelle. As Jane backed the stroller in through the front door, it hardly occurred to Isabelle that it had only been a few months since she had been walking through those same doors on her own two feet. Jane pushed the stroller through the main hall slowly, unsure of where she was supposed to go. 'I've never been in here before,' Jane noted for herself. Yet, Jane was feeling much the same as Isabelle, only the opposite. The school felt foreign, yet entirely familiar to Jane. 'For some reason.....I think this way?' Jane thought to herself, making a right turn at the first hallway and proceeding with an inexplicable confidence toward the dance auditorium. Jane weaved her way through the complex school feeling lost, yet at the same time confident about where she was going. As she rounded a final turn, Jane couldn't help but exclaim. "There you go! Knew I would find it!" And she did know. Jane just wasn't sure why she knew. Isabelle watched as her mom pushed her toward two massive auditorium doors. Just before they reached them. however, her mom stopped the stroller, and bent down next to her. "Sweetie. I need you to promise to be really quiet when were inside, okay? Lola is still practicing, and we have to be quiet so the teachers can do their job. Promise me Isabelle, okay? Or else we are going to have to wait outside!" Isabelle nodded. "I pwomise mommy!" Isabelle really did intend to be good. She wanted nothing more than to watch Lola dance. "Okay sweetie. Here," Jane said, reaching under the stroller into one of the stroller compartments, pulling something out. "Take your paci when we're inside." Jane didn't wait for a response, pushing the pacifier toward Isabelle's opening mouth. Isabelle accepted it without question, and started suckling away contently. As quietly as possible, Jane pried the door open to the auditorium. Jane could hear music, and was certain class was very much still in session. Without opening the door any more than she needed to, Jane quietly backed Isabelle into the auditorium, before silently letting the door close behind her. The auditorium was dark, the only lights on being the small ones up and down the orchestra level seating, and the lights on stage. Jane was grateful the walkways were all carpeted, the stroller moving silently down the rows as Jane pushed it. There were few other people in the audience; maybe a handful of parents and students spectating. Jane pushed the stroller down as far as she was willing, about 12 or so rows up, before kicking the break out and sitting in one of the aisle seats next to Isabelle. "Be very quiet," Jane whispered, as teacher sitting at a table below and in front of the stage paused the music and began barking instructions. The teacher, a woman, was small, but she commanded the room. Jane noticed how the dancers on stage seemed terrified of her, as they responded in unison to her direction. "Yes Ms. Smith." Jane wasn't sure who Miss Smith was, but she didn't want to mess with her. Jane scanned the stage until she spotted Lola, on the far side, near the front. "Look Belly," Jane whispered as the music played, pointing to where Lola was standing. "There's Lola. Do you see her?" Isabelle followed her mom's finger, trying to find Lola, but struggled. The dancers were all moving so fast, and between them her mom's finger moving so quick, Isabelle couldn't keep track. Isabelle shook her head no. "can' see mommy!" Isabelle mumbled, a little too loudly, through her pacifier. 'Shhhhhh baby. Come here," Jane said, silently unbuckling Isabelle, and lifting her daughter up in her arms. "Look where mommy is pointing. Look right there. Lola is right in front of us now." Isabelle followed her mom's finger and this time, luckily found Lola. Isabelle nodded her head as she continued to suck on her pacifier, smiling that she found her friend. 'Lola looks beautiful', Isabelle thought, as she watched her go en pointe and twirl toward the center of stage. Lola's perfectly pinned up black hair shone under the spotlight, as she turned and diverted behind the center stage dancer, who captured Isabelle's attention too. "And look! There's Dani too! Right in the middle sweetie. Do you see her? Do you see her too?" Isabelle heard her mom whisper, as she bounced Isabelle up and down lightly to keep her entertained. Isabelle nodded again. Nodded and suckled. Isabelle watched silently as the dancers moved beautifully through their choreography, her attention planted squarely on Lola or Dani the entire time. It was a masterpiece, Isabelle thought, and the work all the dancers had put in was evident in the production. Isabelle could scarcely believe the show was in such great shape already. Slowly, Isabelle forgot where she was. She was enchanted by the dancing so much so, that she had forgotten her mom's instructions. It wasn't that she was trying to misbehave; she had simply forgotten her promise. So it was, that when the music stopped, and Ms. Smith was preparing to give criticism, that Isabelle interrupted the class. 'YAY LOLA!" Isabelle called out, clapping her hands loudly, as her pacifier fall to the ground. Isabelle thought the performance deserved an applause. Jane couldn't move quickly enough to stop the clapping, or Isabelle practically screaming for Lola. Jane only managed to stop the noise after several loud hand smacks echoed through the auditorium. "Belly! No!" Jane whispered, though the damage had already been done. Jane was mortified as a stern, and angry looking Ms. Smith, turned her attention directly toward Jane, who had gone beet red of embarrassment. Jane was about to utter a desperate apology, when she was cut off. "Sorry, Ms. Smith," Lola could be heard loudly calling from the stage over the laughter of her classmates. Though Ms. Smith was not entertained by the interruption, the twelfth grade students certainly thought Isabelle's antics were a riot. Mis. Smith's gaze diverted from Jane to Lola, waiting for an explanation. "That was just my - " Lola wasn't quite sure how to finish the sentence. Ms. Smith was not one who cared for prolonged explanations generally, let alone familial connections. Or prolonged conversation of any sort. What was Lola supposed to say? 'Sorry, that was my dad's girlfriend's daughter?' Of course not. 'Not to mention it would hardly describe how I feel about Isabelle. And Jane.' Lola knew how she wanted to finish the sentence. 'God I hope this doesn't make Jane uncomfortable," Lola thought, preparing herself. " - that was just my...my..... ....my baby sister, Ms. Smith. She'll be quiet. I promise." Lola announced, the whole auditorium hearing her loud and clear. Jane had been distracted locating and cleaning Isabelle's pacifier when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze. Isabelle had been starring at Lola, proud of how well she danced, when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze too. Dani had been starring at Lola from the center of the stage as well, curious what Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith would be. It caused her to freeze as well. Ms. Smith had been starring at Lola from her seat, waiting for an explanation. Ms. Smith seemingly froze as well, for what felt like a full minute, before responding. "See to it. Let's call that a day then." Ms. Smith then closed her notebook, and promptly left the auditorium at the front. Jane, Isabelle, Dani, and Lola each exhaled, each processing a ton of thoughts on their own from the interaction. All of them good. ************************************* Isabelle giggled as she bounced up and down on Sam's lap on the couch in Jess and John's living room. Sam had been pretending that he and Isabelle were on a roller coaster together as John sat on the floor next to Becky, handing her crayons as she colored. Isabelle couldn't stop laughing as she and John ascended the coaster before the big drop Isabelle knew was about to come. After a playful car ride home with Lola, Lola kissed Isabelle goodbye before being replaced in the front seat by Sam. "Lola has her own sleepover tonight sweetie. You'll see her tomorrow. She's going to take you trick or treating." Jane had explained when Isabelle started to cry as Lola left. Isabelle managed to stop short of the worst of it, and it helped when Sam got in the car and started to be silly with her as they drove to Jess's house for Isabelle's sleepover. "Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy bump. Up we go Isabelle," Sam chanted playfully, as the excitement built up in Isabelle's body. In her mind, she wasn't ever even in John's living room - she was really on the coaster, sitting on Sam's lap, having a great time. Sam reached to the side, picking up his cocktail and taking a sip, before setting it back down. "Here. We..........Go!" Sam announced, before wrapping his arms around Isabelle tightly, and bending forward, pretending to zoom down the decline. "LEFT!" Sam called, throwing his body - and Isabelle's - on the couch to the left. "RIGHT!" Sam called out quickly, repeating the process to the other side. Isabelle couldn't help but shout her contentment, screaming joyfully in the house for all to hear. Sam continued the process until the "coaster" came to a stop, and Sam sat back up on the couch. "Thank you for riding the Sam Express. Please exit the ride in an orderly fashion." Sam announced, before picking Isabelle up, and placing her feet down on the carpet in front of her. Isabelle was still giggling when Sam placed her down. She hadn't however, considered how dizzy she was from all the movement on the "coaster." As soon as she took one step forward, Isabelle felt herself lose her balance, spinning and falling onto her cushioned bottom, causing her to laugh even more. 'Again! Again!" Isabelle called out, reaching up for Sam and kicking her legs in the air happily. Sam took another large sip of his drink, before picking Isabelle up, and sitting her on his lap facing him. Isabelle instinctively wrapped her legs around either side of Sam's waist, as he booped her on the nose. "Another time sweetie. Your mommy is coming down any second now, and we don't have time to go on another ride tonight. Soon, I promise! Sam said, reaching out a pinky for Isabelle. Isabelle knew this contract; it was unbreakable. And so she nodded, and gave Sam a pinky back, wrapping them around each other to form an unbreakable deal. "Deal!" Isabelle said, as she flopped the upper half of her body down, hanging upside down between Sam's legs, and starring at whatever cartoon was on the TV. "Eric is all fed," Isabelle heard someone say as they entered the room. It was Mel, of course. Isabelle had been so happy to hear Mel would be babysitting again when her mom told her. When she saw Mel at the door, Isabelle ran up to her and jumped into her arms, giving her a great, big hug "MEL!" The night was sure to be entertaining with Mel in charge. 'Thanks Melanie," John said. "I'll take him up to his mom so she can finish feeding him, and then well be out of your hair." John said, taking Eric from Mel and carrying him toward the stairs. As John was about to go up, Jane started to come down, and so John waited. "Oh good. Jess was just asking for him," Jane said, as she made her way down past John. "And who is it that's been screaming down here all night then?" Jane asked sarcastically, as she leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Sam. "Couldn't have been my Belly, could it have been hun?" Jane asked Sam, continuing to play the joke. "I'm preeettty sure I raised a sweet girl, not an animal!" Jane said, turning to Isabelle and smiling. Isabelle could only giggle. "I'm an ANIMAL mommy! RAWR!" Isabelle called out, releasing her legs and pretending to be a lion. Becky dropped her crayon and decided to play along, pretending her hands were claws and crawling around with Isabelle on the floor, Isabelle's diaper showing prominently through her leggings as she did. 'Oh my! Well lets get all those animal behaviors out, since you both promised to be good girls for Melanie tonight, right?" Isabelle and Becky both stopped their game to nod and confirm they would be good. "Yes Jane," Becky said, as she stood up from playing the silly game and walked around the couch. "Jane! Jane!" Becky repeated, tugging at Jane's shirt, causing it to fall out of place. 'What is it sweetie?" Jane responded patiently, as she backed Becky up and tried to fix her top. "Look Jane!" Becky repeated, before reaching down with her hands and pulling her dress all the way up to her chest. "Look! I'm wearing big girl panties Jane!" Becky announced proudly, showing off her pink, cotton panties for the whole room, and perhaps even neighbors, to see. Jane, Sam, and Mel all laughed, as Mel approached Becky and pulled her dress back down. "We see Becky. But big girls don't pull their dresses up and show their panties to everyone," Mel said, flattening her dress out. "Even if we are all VERY proud of you." It had been a proud moment for Becky. She hadn't had an accident in over a week, and had fulfilled her end of the deal to earn her big girl panties. "I'm sure she will still have an accident here or there," Jess had explained to Jane after drop off that morning. "But I'm glad I'm down to just one in diapers full time." "That's amazing!" Jane had said. "Hopefully she can be a good influence for Isabelle. Belly is always wanting to be more like her. Hopefully, fingers crossed, this is something else she'll want to do." Jane had serious doubts they were close to that, however. Moreover, she wasn't sure she was quite ready for Belly to potty train either. "Okay!" Jess announced, as she descended the stairs with John in tow, carrying Eric. "Let's get going! Becky, come say goodbye to mommy and daddy." Jess announced as her heels hit the ground floor. Sam stood up, picking up his cocktail and finishing it off, before going to the kitchen to set it in the sink. Becky ran over to her mom and dad, giving them each a hug as they bent over to say goodbye. John then handed Eric over to Mel. Isabelle ran over to her mom as well, just as Sam returned from the kitchen. With one free hand, Isabelle reached out to Sam as well, wanting to hug them both goodbye, just like Becky got to. Sam smiled a more meaningful smile than Isabelle could understand, before coming over and hugging Isabelle goodbye as well. "I've got them, don't worry." Mel said confidently. "We know," Jane replied. "I set everything up in Becky's room so that its easy for you to just put her down later," Jane explained, as she stood up from hugging Isabelle. "When your friends come over later, just be sure to lock the door, okay?" Jess reminded Mel. Mel nodded, affirming she understood, and waved goodbye as the four parents left for their double date, closing the door behind them. "Okay girls," Mel said enthusiastically, as she walked over to Eric's bouncer. "Let's get you fed dinner. It's almost 6:45 already. I'm sure you're starving!" Mel announced, as she set Eric down. Isabelle nodded. She was in fact, very hungry. The evening progressed much as Isabelle expected; wonderfully. After adjusting Eric's highchair for Isabelle, Mel hoisted Isabelle into place, locking the tray in front of her. The highchair was a little uncomfortable, and Isabelle felt herself wishing she was in her highchair from Lola's house. After setting down a bowl of tomato soup and grilled cheese for Becky at the table, Mel brought soup over to Isabelle in a smaller plastic bowl, and a grilled cheese that had already been cut up in a grid for her. Isabelle made quite the mess out of dinner, using her hands to dunk her grilled cheese pieces directly into her soup. It was, despite the mess, delicious, and Isabelle was content when Mel brought her another half of cut up sandwich to eat. Though Isabelle had no more soup in her bowl, there was plenty on her tray and face she happily used to dunk her extra half of sandwich in. After dinner, and after a thorough washing of Isabelle's face, Mel carried Isabelle into the living room, and sat her down on the couch. Becky took the opportunity to go to the potty on her own, proudly announcing so to Mel, Isabelle, and Eric. 'That's a big girl!" Mel said, applauding Becky as she returned explaining that she had washed her hands too all by herself. Isabelle clapped as well, as she obliviously released another warm stream of pee into her already soggy diaper. "Okay girls. I am going to put on a movie for you to watch before bed. I need you to be good while I take Eric upstairs and put him to bed, okay?" Isabelle and Becky nodded, as Mel cycled through Getflix until Becky and Isabelle both agreed on a movie about a green dog from New Zealand called "Greenie!" Isabelle hopped off the couch so she could lay on her stomach on the carpet, as Mel disappeared with Eric upstairs. Isabelle and Becky were lost in the fun of the movie, listening to Greenie's silly accent, and laughing at all the curious situations he got himself into. Isabelle let her head rest in her hands, as she planted her elbows into the carpet, and let her feel flail out behind her. It wasn't long before Mel returned, patting Isabelle on the head, before taking a spot next to Becky on the couch, who cuddled up against Mel. About halfway through the movie, Isabelle felt a familiar feeling, and didn't hesitate to resolve it. As Mel texted away on her phone, Isabelle lifted her butt up in the air slightly, her diaper already sagging as she did. Isabelle then gave her bowels a big push, releasing her poopy load into her diaper. Isabelle gave one last push, as her diaper expanded to its limits, and her poop spread out around her, before settling back down, spreading her legs further apart, and shifting to spread her mess around until Isabelle felt comfortable. Isabelle simply didn't think anything else of it, as she continued to watch the movie. But after a few minutes passed, Isabelle felt as something pressed against the bottom of her diaper. Isabelle turned to see Mel pressing her hand against her diaper, before leaning down and giving Isabelle's diaper a few sniffs. Isabelle turned back to watch the movie. But the movie suddenly paused. Before Isabelle could react, she felt Mel's arms lift her up from under her armpits. "Come here you little stinker," Mel said playfully, as Mel set Isabelle down on her feet. "Let's go get you changed. It's already past time for bed anyway. It's almost 8:15." Isabelle was about to object when the three girls were distracted by a knock on the door. "Oh god. Of course. Perfect timing," Mel said, seemingly upset about something. "Come here sweetie," Mel said, picking Isabelle up, and wrapping her arms underneath Isabelle diaper, squelching the Mel further against her bottom. 'You too Becky, come with me," Mel said, offering Becky a hand as she walked alongside Mel toward the front door. Isabelle wasn't sure who was at the door, but she didn't want to see anyone. Isabelle did her best to hide her face in Mel's neck, as she heard Mel unlock the door, coupled by some familiar voices she hadn't heard in some time. "Hey Mel!" Ras, called, as she stepped into the house, before continuing. "Oh my god who are THESE cuties!" Ras said, bending down to greet Becky, who seemingly was as nervous as Isabelle, and retreated behind Mel's legs for safety. "They are ADORABLE Mel," Isabelle heard a voice she knew belonged to Natalie add. Isabelle decided to peek out from Mel's neck, just enough to confirm it was, in fact, her old middle school friends that had arrived. "Oh don't worry about them," Mel explained, as Ras backed off sensing their apprehension. "It's past their bedtime, and this took the opportunity to wait until this precise moment to make something not so cute in her diaper for me," Mel added, shifting Isabelle up on her hip and caking the mess in her diaper around more. "Why don't you go get the show set up in the basement," Mel suggested to her friends. "I'll be down in a minute. And can you grab the baby monitor over there? I have a third one upstairs too," Mel asked. as she watched Natalie grab it, and her friends headed down to the basement. "Alright girls. Let's go upstairs. Becky, are you still going to be my helper for this change?" Mel asked. Becky was standing next to Mel, looking up at her babysitter's eyes with pride that she was being asked to help. "Yes! Of course!" Becky replied. Becky was confident she would be the best helper Mel had every known, in fact. "Great. Let's head up. But you have to be really quiet in Eric's room sweetie. He's sleeping." Isabelle watched as Becky led the charge up the stairs, Mel in tow. With each step, Isabelle felt the mess in her diaper swish around more and more, until they reached Eric's room, Becky opening it ahead of them "Why don't you go get that stool over there so you can reach up here too and help me out." Isabelle heard Mel whisper to Becky, pointing at a nearby stool in Eric's bedroom. The wooden stool had Eri's name on it, in colorful, removable wooden blocks that spelled out his name. 'That kind of looks fun' Isabelle thought, wondering if her mom might get her one. Becky went and collected the stool, carrying it over to the changing table, before climbing on to. Isabelle was shocked at how tall Becky looked as Mel laid her down on the changing table. "Belly, stop squirming please," Mel whispered, as she took a nearby pacifier and pushed it into Isabelle's mouth, who suckled at it happily. "First," Mel whispered to Becky, "we need to take this stinky diaper off. Lucky for us, diapers have nice tear-able sides, so we just rip here," Mel said, as she ripped the far side of the diaper, "and here," as she repeated the process on the near side. Mel then opened the diaper up, making an exaggerated blocking of her nose. "PEEE-YEWWW Belly! What a big poopy you made!" Isabelle only giggled in response. "So next, were going to get some wipes. You can see how Belly squished her poopy around everywhere, so we're going to need quite a few. Can you open that package over there Becky, and hand me some wipes? Pull them out careful!" Becky nodded and reached under the table to the first shelf where Mel had gestured, pulling the whole wipe package out, and setting it at the end of the changing table. As soon as Becky opened it up, the room was filled with their scent, and Isabelle felt her whole body relax. "These smell like a baby," Becky whispered, as she pulled wipes out of the package and handed them to Mel. "Thanks! And yes they do! We have to clean this stinky girl up, and when were done, we put the wipes right here, in her dirty diaper, so we can throw them out nice an easy. I need a few more wipes here Belly......More please.......Yup even more" Mel said, as she took Isabelle's legs in one hand and pushed them back over Isabelle's head, revealing where Isabelle had caked the poop on her own underside. Becky complied happily, handing Mel scores of wipes by the end of it. "Phew. Okay. Now we have to wrap this all up," Mel said, as she rolled the diaper up. "I'll take care of this part," Mel added, as she went over to the Diaper Djinn to dispose of the diaper. "Now we need a fresh diaper," Mel said. "Can you get me one from that shelf there?" Mel asked, pointing to a lower shelf. Becky nodded, and squatted down to grab Isabelle a fresh diaper. As she did, however, Becky couldn't help but notice that she had to use the toilet herself. Becky stopped, and stood up, turning to Mel. "Mel, I need to go potty. Can I go and come back after?" Mel turned to Becky, proud that she maturely shared her needs. "No worries sweetie I am really proud of your for noticing in time. Why don't you go potty, and brush your teeth and get your PJs on, and I'll finish up here and meet you in your room. Okay?" Becky nodded. She didn't want to have an accident in her big girl panties, and so quietly descended from her stool, leaving Mel to finish the job. "Here we go cutie, just the two of us now" Mel said, as she opened the diaper up, stretching it out, before sliding it under Isabelle's butt. "Butt up sweetie, Mel said. It was hardly the first night diaper she had put on, but Mel was surprised at the size of this one. It wasn't too big for Isabelle. It was just incredibly thick. Mel chuckled at the bulk between Isabelle's legs as she powdered Isabelle's crotch, and taped the diaper shut. "All done sweetie," Mel said, as she pumped hand sanitizer into her own hands, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her out of the room quietly, leaving the pacifier in Isabelle's mouth. "You'll be okay in just your t-shirt and diaper tonight sweetie, until your mommy comes to get you later," Mel explained as she carried Isabelle into Becky's room. Isabelle was a little surprised to see that the extra bed from underneath Becky's bed had not been pulled out and made for her. Instead, Isabelle saw a sort of make-shift crib. It looked softer and a little less permanent than the one in her room. Isabelle's eyes were curious as Mel set her down into the crib, finding that the mattress was still incredibly soft. "Your mommy set up this nice pack and play for you sweetie, see? Rabbity is even already here!" Mel explained happily, handing Isabelle her stuffie. Isabelle found herself laying down as Mel pulled a warm blanket over her head, suckling away at her pacifier. Isabelle never saw Becky come to bed; she fell asleep within seconds. ********************** "............................................Shhhhh...........................my baby.................................." ".......................................good.....................................before bed............................." "Thanks Mel. Sorry.......................................................................again...............safe." "...................................pleasure...............................................precious......................" ".................John..............................................and your frineds home.........................." Isabelle felt herself being picked up, but didn't bother to open her eyes. She was simply too tired. "Let's go Sam.................................home............................................fed.............bed." ".............................to me.................................................goodnight guys.....again soon."

Thanks so much! We are, sadly, approaching the end it would seem! So happy you've stayed along for the journey. Isn't it just a darn shame when that happens? 🤣 Next chapter should be posted today, so I guess you'll find out soon! I am glad as well. It was unfortunate. I wanted to spend the time on the end that I felt the story deserved, and it was hard to get enough time and attention in. Hope your hiatus is productive and well spent, if it indeed needs to happen! Hope you're around for the end of the story to come. First, I hope all is well and nothing too serious. I hope your recovery goes well. Second, I was missing you! I thought you might have grown out of the story, which would be fine. But I won't deny that I am thrilled you are still here for the ride. Seems you have quite a few more chapters to enjoy, and I certainly hope you do!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 57 Isabelle sat in her high chair while the grown ups continued to dine. Isabelle slouched back into the comfortable chair, listening to the conversation around her. For once, she was happy to not be the center of attention. Lola had lovingly dotted over her throughout dinner, which had been wonderful. Lola even helped feed Isabelle her dinner when Isabelle had refused to eat her broccoli, puncturing each piece with a fork and easing them one after another into Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure why, but she was less inclined to refuse the food from Lola. But now Isabelle was very full, her tummy popping out from her shirt and revealing her bellybutton and diaper. Isabelle wasn't in the mood to talk; she wanted to listen. "You're cut off," Sam instructed Lola, as he poured the rest of the wine into his and Jane's glasses. Jane had been a little surprised that Sam let Lola have any wine, being underage and all. But his explanation had made sense. "I let her try some in the house, with me. They're teens - they're going to try. Better with me, where I can control it, then out and about where they get into trouble." Apparently Sam had thought Lola had tried enough for the night, however. Lola didn't object. "So Lola, how's school going? How's the December show coming along?" Jane asked, as she pushed her own plate of food away from her, and picked up her wine glass. "It's going really well. Dani is actually the principal dancer in that show," Lola explained, before turning to Isabelle. "You remember Dani, right sweetie? You ballet teacher?" Isabelle nodded and smiled. She simply didn't have the energy to speak, letting a yawn escape from her small little mouth. "Anyway," Dani continued, "the show is coming along great. As soon as tickets go on sale, I'll be sure to get some for all three of you." 'That sounds wonderful!" Jane responded. "Do you hear that Belly? We're going to go to a real ballet with Lola and Dani in it! Isn't that exciting?" Isabelle mustered a smile and another nod, before she started whining a little. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure why she was whining - she was just unhappy. Or uncomfortable. 'Or both,' Isabelle decided.' Isabelle's face scrunched up in frustration as her whine grew louder. "Hmmmmmmaaammmmmmmmm" "Oh is someone feeling fussy?" Sam posited, as he stood up and lifted Isabelle out of her high chair, carrying her back over to his seat, and placing Isabelle on his lap. Isabelle and Sam both felt as her wet diaper squished against his knee, Sam bouncing her up and down rhythmically as she let her weight relax against his body. "I think it's time to take someone home to bed," Jane suggested, as she finished her glass of wine, and started to stand up. "Why don't you just stay instead?" Sam proposed nervously. The thought had been on his mind all throughout dinner, though he felt as though he might be pushing the envelope with the proposal. Still, it was something he wanted. Jane was taken back by the offer, and her head started scrambling for excuses to say no. "Oh...that's really kind of you. But Isabelle doesn't have her crib here. And she doesn't have any pajamas, or her toothbrush....And she had ballet tomorrow. I don't have any of her things. It might just be a lot." Sam was disappointed, but respected the answer. Sam was about to acquiesce, when Lola, rather innocently, offered some solutions. "She slept here all last week in the bed, and was...well sort of okay. If she climbs into bed with me again its no problem. And I can just give her a t-shirt to sleep in Jane." Lola offered, only trying to help. "Plus we definitely have spare toothbrushes." Sam smiled, and turned to Jane. Sam didn't need to say anything - his eyes did all the talking. 'Let's give it a shot Jane.' Jane was about to resist again. About to put her foot down. About to end the discussion. But she stopped. 'Why? I....I want this too. I want.....I want us all to be together." Jane's posture relaxed, and she allowed herself to smile, to be happy. And Jane's eyes said her response for her. 'Okay Sam. Let's do it.' Jane didn't bother to ask Isabelle if she wanted to sleep over - there was no doubt she would want to. "Let me take her upstairs for a bath. I have a filthy little girl here," Jane said, as she picked Isabelle up off of Sam's lap. "Lola - can you get her a t-shirt to sleep in? Whatever you find will be okay." "And Sam..... ... ...thank you." In no time at all, Jane had an exhausted Isabelle in the guest bath up the stairs, naked and in the tub. Jane was scrubbing Isabelle's messy face clean when Lola opened the door to let Jane know that Lola had set a t-shirt down on the changing table. Isabelle then asked Lola to stay, which she did, much to Isabelle's excitement. Lola sat on the closed toilet seat while Jane finished washing Isabelle, before picking Isabelle up out of the tub and handing her off to Lola who held a towel open for her. Lola dried Isabelle off, before carrying her to what was turning into Isabelle's bedroom, and set her down on the changing table. As a team, Lola and Jane quickly lotioned, powdered, and diapered Isabelle, before brushing her hair out and tying it into a ponytail. Lola then pulled her old dance team t-shirt over Isabelle's head. Even though it was years old, the shirt still fell to the ground around Isabelle's feet. Jane then tucked Isabelle into the big girl bed, where she received one kiss from each of Lola and her mom. Before the lights were even off, Isabelle was fast asleep. ************************* Isabelle rubbed her eyes as she sat up on her wet padding. As she took the room in around her, Isabelle felt her heart beat a little faster. Isabelle knew where she was - it was Lola's. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable in the bed, or that she wasn't tired. 'It just feels like.......a lot of space," Isabelle thought, as she stared at the massive bed around her. 'I don't want to be here anymore.' Isabelle moved to the side of the bed, lowering herself down, accidently stepping on Lola's t-shirt as she did so. Isabelle lifted her feet and pulled her shirt up, as she felt her diaper sag down, and made her way to the door to her room. It took all of her might again, but Isabelle managed to open the door and slip through, before it shut behind her. Holding her shirt up, Isabelle tiptoed toward Lola's door, reaching and placing her hand on the knob. But Isabelle didn't turn it. 'I.....I......." Isabelle wasn't sure what it was, but her gaze was diverted away from Lola's door, and down the hall. Isabelle fixed her eyes on what she knew was Sam's bedroom. Where Sam was sleeping. "Where mommy is," Isabelle told herself. Isabelle's hand slipped off of the knob, and her feet started to turn to face Sam's bedroom door. Without thinking, instinct carried her little feet, one after the other, toward the door. Isabelle passed the staircase leading down to the main entryway; she passed another room that Isabelle figured to be an office; she passed a small living space with a leather couch and TV in it. And suddenly, Isabelle felt her small fingers wrapped around a different knob. Isabelle stood silently for a minute. Isabelle wasn't thinking any particular thoughts, or having any reservations. But Isabelle also somehow understood that this would be the first time in her life - or lives, depending on how you looked at it - that she would open the door to her mom's bed, and find not one parent, but two. It was an odd sensation, one a toddler wouldn't necessarily expect to wait over eighteen years to experience. But it didn't stop her. Isabelle twisted the knob, and pushed the door open, revealing a sight that filled her heart with wonder and warmth. In front of Isabelle lay a spacious bedroom beyond anything Isabelle had ever seen. The room was bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, making it's way in through the windows flanking either side of the room. In the center was a king-size bed that seemed to stretch on forever. Its elegant frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and even from her spot at the door, Isabelle could tell the bedding was a sea of silk and softness. Pillows of varying sizes beckoned like clouds, offering promises of comfort beyond imagination. The room was a sanctuary of luxury, where every detail had been meticulously chosen—a chandelier that sparkled like stars, a plush carpet that caressed the feet, and art adorning the walls that told stories with each brushstroke. At the center of this oasis lay Jane, Isabelle's mommy, on top of the bedsheet. Isabelle could see that she was wearing a t-shirt that didn't belong to her either, likely Sam's, and not much else. As Isabelle's eyes moved around the room, she spotted the various clothes her mom had shown up in that night; her jeans and panties were at the foot of the bed, her bra on the ground on the side she was sleeping on, and her top, interestingly, hanging on top of a nearby lamp. Beside her mommy was Sam, bare chested and slumbered peacefully. Jane's arm hung over his chest, curled at the tips of her fingers, as the two breathed in and out peacefully, as though in metronome. Sam's dress shirt lay crumpled at the foot of the bed near Jane's pants, emerging from underneath a pillow Isabelle hesitated at the doorway, her eyes wide as saucers. She felt just like a little explorer in this grand kingdom of a bedroom. Her heart pounded with a mixture of anxiety and longing as she worked out what she would do next. With a tiny, determined breath, Isabell let the door fall back behind her, and toddled towards the edge of the bed. After a pause, a small foot reached up, fingers clutched the bedsheet, and then a little girl pulled herself up and over the threshold at the foot of the bed. The mattress welcomed Isabelle with open arms, its softness enveloping her like a gentle hug. But this was not where Isabelle wanted to settle. Isabelle rolled onto her belly, using her arms to prop herself up. Gently, Isabelle crawled toward her mom and Sam, unsure where she would lay at first, but deciding ultimately, she wanted to be near both of them. Isabelle reached out, and moved her mom's arm out of the way, letting it fall off of Sam and to the side. Isabelle then climbed into the small space between her mom and Sam, nestling herself. Isabelle's heartbeat slowed to match the rhythm of the room, of her mom, of dam, before she fell right back to sleep. ******************************** Isabelle's fluttered her eyes open, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She wasn't precisely sure where she was. Her face felt warm, and her body comfortable. But she wasn't laying on the mattress anymore. Isabelle's tiny head lay nestled on Sam's chest, her golden ponytail falling behind her as a stream of drool continued to fall from her open lips.. Each rise and fall of Sam's chest beneath her was like a gentle ride on a calming wave. Sam's heartbeat, the soothing rhythm of love and security, was the first thing Isabelle became aware of as she began to wake. With curiosity, Isabelle lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Sam's peaceful face. 'I don't....think I fell asleep here?' Isabelle could see that Sam's features were softened by sleep, his expression calm, relaxed, and in control. To Isabelle, he was not just her mom's boyfriend; he was a part of her world. "Good morning cutie," Sam whispered, sending a shockwave of warmth down shivering down Isabelle's body. In a moment of childish wonder, Isabelle decided to play a little game. As Sam inhaled, his chest rose, lifting her slightly. Then, as he exhaled, she gently sank back down. It was a slow, rhythmic dance between the two of them, almost like a ballet. Up and down, up and down they went, like a seesaw. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she rested her head back down. Isabelle's giggles, like wind chimes, filled the room as she reveled in the simple joy of the moment. Sam's eyes blinked open, his heart swelling with affection as he realized the source of the delightful sounds. "Good morning, Isabelle," Jane called over, as she came out of the ensuite bathroom, smiling at the sight of her daughter and Sam. "Are we having fun?" Isabelle responded with a bright smile, her laughter echoing in the room. Jane, awakened by the joyful commotion, popped back on to the bed next to the two of them, her shirt briefly exposing her bottom before she fixed it. Jane felt fulfilled, wonderful, spirited, and young. Most importantly, her heart warmed with love as she watched the two people she cherished most in the world, bonding in the soft light of dawn. "Okay sweetie. Fun is over. We need to get you ready for school," Jane said, as she lifted Isabelle up off the bed, or more precisely, Sam. "I have to message Jess as well and have her pick up your dance clothes," Jane continued, as she made sure her shirt was covering her body before opening the door to the hall. "She's just going to love this." ***************************** Isabelle woke up from her afternoon nap, feeling full of energy. Her day had been spectacular, and she couldn't wait to spend a few more hours with her friends at pre-school before they went to dance class that afternoon. As Isabelle stretched her arms above her head and sat up, she reflected on her morning. It had been incredibly special to wake up in bed with her mom and Sam. Though her mom had expressed her displeasure for not staying in her bed - "It looks like we'll need to get a crib for that room as well now" Jane had conceded over breakfast, much to Sam's satisfaction - it was a moment that Isabelle would not forget. 'In a way, it made Sam mine also now,' Isabelle thought. 'Mommy is always mine, and Lola has already been mine for sometime. But Sam......he's mine too now.' Isabelle truly felt at home with Sam, as much as she did anyone else. Isabelle was about to stand up, when she was lifted up by Miss Kelly, who routinely carried her over to the changing table and set Isabelle down. Moments later, Isabelle found herself being offered a pacifier, which she dutifully accepted without question, closing her eyes and letting Kelly go about her change. 'An even better part though was being able to have breakfast with Lola,' Isabelle thought. It was strange, waking up in the same home as Lola and eating breakfast together not as friends, 'but something different.' The best part, of the morning, however, had been when Lola had given Isabelle a present Lola bought for Isabelle after breakfast. "I got this the other day when we were shopping at the craft store. I saw you were drawing in some old journal, and thought you might rather draw in an actual proper coloring pad to use instead!' Lola had explained, before handing Isabelle the spiral-bound book. Isabelle took the coloring pad in her hands, holding it in front of her face. Isabelle was beaming, and she didn't need to know how to read to notice that Lola had written her name beautifully on the front, in a rainbow of colors: ISABELLE'S ART 'I don't.......know what to say...' was all Isabelle could think, as she starred at her new coloring pad, flipping it open to find countless empty pages, just waiting for her to fill them up. 'Thank you so much," Isabelle managed, as she looked at Lola full of thanks. 'It was perfect. And Lola was right, she did need somewhere new to color.' All concern for her investigative journal washed away; there was simply no need for it anymore, not with Dani's magical fairy coming any day now! Isabelle felt a tug on the other end of her pacifier, and reluctantly relinquished the teat from her lips. Isabelle opened her eyes as Miss Kelly set her down on her feet, and patted her freshly diapered butt as to indicate her to go on. Isabelle quickly found Julia playing with some blocks of various shapes, and worked to stack them with her. Julia explained that they were going to build a fortress, and Isabelle's job was to build the walls. Isabelle thought about protesting, having been given the easiest - 'and most borignest' - task to do when building a fortress. But Isabelle felt she was still waking up, and was more interested in her thoughts. Isabelle continued to stack blocks as best she could, but found her coordination was a little off. 'Not my best job,' Isbaelle thought, as she shifted to a new section of her wall. But her thought of the fairy returned Isabelle to her line of thinking the day prior; 'is everyone not better off with me......like this?' She couldn't deny how happy her mom was - it was as though she had a new lease on life. 'And everyone else too....' But another thought began to creep into Isabelle's mind. 'Am I better off.....too?" It wasn't so much a question that she was enjoying her new life. 'Loving it, in fact.' Even the parts that a few weeks ago would have repulsed her felt and seemed more wonderful than ever. She missed her teenage years and the dreams she had for her future. But she also cherished the love, laughter, and wonder of her toddler life. Isabelle was genuinely struggling, and for the first time, wondered - 'I don't know if I know what I want anymore.' Isabelle's thoughts shifted to the Clam Conjurer's last words to her: "I sense a storm of uncertainty in your heart as well, little one. When the time comes, you must learn to quell that storm on your own. You already have everything you need to do it." It felt like that storm was raging inside her. And Isabelle had no answers as to how she might quell it. Isabelle worked at the wall as Julia provided additional instructions, as the two worked together for some time. Becky would always be her best friend, but in some ways, it felt like Becky was leaving Isabelle behind a bit. Sure, Isabelle was still the best dancer in the ballet class. But with each passing day, Becky's maturity in class, her ability to digest Miss Deena's classwork, and her near mastery of the potty, it seemed like Becky was just headed in another direction sometimes. Isabelle was proud of her friend, of course. But still, sometimes it was just enjoyable to be with Julia. Isabelle was glad for their friendship. Isabelle couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Julia. Sometimes, it felt like when Isabelle met her eyes, Julia just understood what Isabelle was going through, understood the challenges of Isabelle's everyday life. 'Sometimes it feels like she just understands what I'm going through, And it feels good to feel understood.' Sick of spending too much time on serious thoughts, Isabelle shook off her mind, and decided to focus on the task at hand. Lifting several blocks, Isabelle made her way over to Julia to help her finish the fortress, stacking the remaining blocks as high as their heads, careful to balance each one before setting it down. Just like that, Isabelle exchanged the thoughts of life, or her desires, of her challenges for those of play, of fun, of laughter and of giggles, as she and Julia - and Becky soon after, joined to finish playing in their castle. "Becky! Isabelle! Time to go!" Isabelle turned her head as she heard Jess calling out from the front, and chased after Becky as she ran up toward her mom, waddling along the way. Isabelle grabbed hold of Jess's legs, as Jess held Becky in her arms, both toddlers hugging her with all their respective might. "Okay girls. Okay. Let's let go of me please," Jess said laughing, as she set Becky down next to Isabelle. "How were they today?" Jess asked Miss Deena, as she approached to sign the kids out. "Oh well Becky continues to be a superstar. No accidents at all today. And she went to the potty all by herself each time!" "Oh my god! Becky! Amazing. You know what this means! But we'll start tonight sweetie, okay?" Jess said, Becky beaming back with a big smile. "And our Isabelle was a perfect little girl too. Definitely not ready for potty training yet, but we'll get there eventually! She was a little quiet today though. Do you know why?" Jess grinned mischievously. "Oh I think I might. Isabelle and her mommy had a sleepover at mommy's friend's house, didn't you sweetie?' Jess teased, though it went right over Isabelle's head, who merely confirmed. "I think you actually got to meet Lola last week right? Jane and her dad Sam have been together a few months now......................over........................................amazing......................" Isabelle lost interest as the conversation continued, but it wasn't much longer before Jess was saying goodbye, and picked Isabelle up and on to Jess's hip. "Becky, you be a big girl and hold mommy's hand while I carry Belly," Jess instructed, as her daughter obliged. The rest of the way to ballet class was uneventful. Isabelle sat comfortably in Eric's car seat, Becky to her left side in her booster seat. Not long later, Isabelle was lifted out of the car seat, and carried into the ballet studio, where Jess worked to dress both girls, starting with Becky, and then shifting to getting Isabelle dressed. Jess pulled off Isabelle's pants, and worked Isabelle's tights up over her swollen diaper, assessing that it could it make through the ballet class. Jess then helped Isabelle into her leotard, observing as the toddler's diaper bulge was accentuated further and further with each layer of clothing. Jess could hardly stifle her chuckle at the sight of Isabelle's ballooning bottom as she worked to tie Isabelle's hair into a neat bun, before patting her on the butt to send her on her way. "Oops!" Jess exclaimed, reaching back into Isabelle's ballet bag with one hand and grabbing hold of Isabelle with the other. "Almost forgot! Your slippers sweetie. Let's get them on," Jess said, as Isabelle stretched her little legs out for Jess so Jess could put Isabelle's shoes on for her. As each of her wiggly toes settled perfectly into her ballet slippers, Isabelle once again felt whole. Isabelle felt unstoppable as she stood up, hugging Jess to thank her for helping Isabelle get dressed. Isabelle felt grateful, as she glided toward her class, as they were getting into position with Dani to stretch. Isabelle felt joyful as Dani smiled at her, and she bent over to touch her hands to her toes. And Isabelle felt complete, complete in her outfit, complete as she watched her mom walk into the studio from between her legs, complete as the warmth of her ballet slippers overtook her little body. "Looking great there Belly!" Dani said, complimenting Isabelle's work through the stretching routine. Dani had positioned herself next to Isabelle as she led the group through their next stretch. "Are you going to be our first performer through the routine we practiced? You were so great on Tuesday! It would be super helpful if you were willing to go first for everyone! It would be such a big help to me. What do you say?" Isabelle was nervous. 'First? I never like to go first. But Dani did say I would be a big help.' Isabelle decided that she would do it. "Okay Dani! Also. Did you talk to the magic fairy yet? When is she coming? When? When? Is her name Serafina?!?" Isabelle was too excited. Dani had said it would be soon, even this week. And it was already Thursday. Dani couldn't help but laugh. "Oh she's coming sweetie. I think you'll get to see her on Saturday! And how did you know her name already?" Dani asked playfully. "Fairy names are super secret! You can't tell anyone that you know her name Belly!" Isabelle hadn't known. 'I better listen. I don't want to upset Serafina if she finds out that I've been saying her name!' Isabelle made a motion across her lips like she was zipping them shut, and continued through the stretching routine as Dani shifted positions once more. "Alright, little ballerinas," Miss Emily called out, ending the stretching session. "Today we are going to work on one of the most important ballet moves—called pliés," Miss Emily announced, her voice sweet and melodic. "We worked on these a little bit when we prepared the routine, but were going to perfect them now. Plié means to bend, and it's the foundation of many ballet steps. Today, we're going to work on getting your bends right. You want them strong, stable, and low, accentuating every movement as you do it. Miss Dani will demonstrate." The girls watched with rapt attention as Miss Dani demonstrated the graceful movement. Miss Dani repeated the process so the girls could see again, Isabelle paying strict attention. Dani stood tall with her arms gently curved, and then, with fluid grace, she bent her knees and lowered herself, spreading her legs elegantly, all while maintaining perfect posture. Miss Emily joined in after Dani, the two moving in perfect unison to demonstrate the movement for the class again. Isabelle looked at Becky and Julia; each were equally enchanted at Miss Emily and Dani's elegance. 'I wanna be able to look like that,' Isabelle thought, as she stood up with the class, ready to try. "Now, it's your turn, my little stars," Miss Emily encouraged, beckoning the toddlers to join them. "Everyone to the barre first. We are going to try on the barre first. Everyone make sure to leave enough space between you." Isabelle, Becky, and Julia took their positions on the barre next to each other, their small hands gripping the ballet barre for support. Miss Dani stood behind them, ready to assist. "Remember, girls, heels together, toes apart," Miss Emily reminded them. "Heels together. Toes apart. Heels together. Toes apart. Now, let's plié together. Ready? And go!" The three friends hesitated for a moment, their eyes locked on Miss Emily. Then, with a collective deep breath, they bent their knees, lowering themselves just as they had seen their instructors do. Tiny smiles of determination graced their faces. "Very good, my little dancers!" Miss Emily praised, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, let's try it again." For the next few minutes, the studio echoed with the soft sounds of ballet slippers and the giggles of the three friends as they practiced their pliés. Miss Emily and Miss Dani moved among them, offering gentle guidance and encouragement. For her part, Isabelle felt the maneuver came with ease. It was as if she had mastered the movement after only a few attempts. Standing, lowering, flowing, and up. Isabelle moved through the sequence with precision, with grace, and with elegance. Isabelle felt her hands naturally release from the barre, performing the movement perfectly without the support of the barre all the same. "Amazing work Isabelle! Seriously! That's about as perfect as I've ever seen!" Dani said truthfully, complimenting her protégé. "Keep going at it." Isabelle couldn't help but smile. It felt wonderful being good - no, being great - at something. It felt even better have Dani there to watch, to see, to acknowledge it. As the class continued, Isabelle, Becky, and Julia found their confidence growing. Isabelle saw that even her friends were getting better with the movement, but none so well as Isabelle. "Alright everyone. Now let's take a little break, before we go through our routine we practiced on Tuesday. Everyone is going to take a turn performing," Miss Emily explained. "Dani, why don't you walk through the steps one more time as a reminder for everyone while they catch their breath." Isabelle took a seat near where her mom, Jess, and Kat were sitting along with Julia and Becky. While Julia and Becky were glad to fool around and watch Dani, Isabelle found herself distracted by the conversation going on behind her. It was her mom's voice that drew her attention first. "......................................amazing...............and I mean. A-Maze-Ing.............................." "....................just crawled into.......................................what did you do?" 'That was Kat,' Isabelle knew. She didn't even need to to turn before her mom responded. "What could I do..............................zero energy left in me.........................fell fast asleep................" "..............................Lola? Wasn't it weird with her in the........................................" "Kinda. But..................................................bit my lip so hard trying to be quiet..................failed............................" "Ugh. Jealous..........................................................next?" Isabelle could hear her mom hesitate before she answered the question directed toward her. Longer than Isabelle expected. Long enough that Isabelle turned, just in time to hear the whole response once Jane was ready to answer. "Everything. Everything I hope." Isabelle wasn't sure what the question was, but smiled at her mom's confident response, observing as Jess lay her head on her mom's shoulder in support. 'Me too mom. Whatever it is. I want it all.' It was all Isabelle could think. "Okay everyone. Let's get started!" Isabelle heard Miss Emily call out, snapping her attention back to the task at hand. "Do we have any volunteers to go first?" Isabelle realized in that moment that she had technically volunteered earlier in the class. But Isabelle was feeling too nervous to raise her hand. Until Dani came over. "You can do it sweetie. I promise. It will be great!" Dani whispered into Isabelle's ear, encouraging the girl as she was starting to lose color in her face. But Isabelle knew Dani was right. 'I can do this. I will do this.' Isabelle couldn't be certain if it was her or her ballet slippers speaking, but without thinking, her arm went into the air. "I'll go first Miss Emily!" Isabelle called out, and turned to see her mom beaming with pride. Isabelle, with her golden hair neatly pinned back and her pink tutu shimmering in the studio light, took her position in the front of the class. As she turned, her stomach filled with anxiety, to face the crowd, she saw her friends, Becky and Julia smiling back at her. She saw her mom and Jess, and even Kat, beaming with pride and smiles. And she felt the warmth of her ballet slippers flow through every inch of her body. So Isabelle smiled back, filled with excitement, and ready to dance. Her tiny ballet slippers kissed the polished floor as she curtsied gracefully to the polite applause of her audience. As soon as the music began to play, the world around Isabelle changed. But Isabelle didn't wait for it to do so - she simply danced. As the ballet studio faded away, as the stage developed underneath her, Isabelle was unfazed. As Isabelle gracefully bent into her first plié, emphasizing the lessons she learned that day, she took no notice of the curtains as they fell down along the stage, as the balconies and orchestra rolled out in front of her. As the delicate melody that seemed to carry the dreams of a thousand dancers and Isabelle all at once played around her, as she flowed across the stage under a golden chandelier . Isabelle's eyes sparkled as she gracefully moved through her routine—a series of pliés, tendus, and arabesques. Grand Jetés, fouettés, and pirouettes galore. Butterflies flew in her stomach as Isabelle lifted herself into an attitude derrière, a tour en l'air, cambre, gargouillade. It no longer mattered where she had been transported; it was about the dance, about the performance. Isabelle could feel herself reaching the climax of the routine. Nothing else mattered. All through the routine, Isabelle's pliés were executed with a charming blend of focus and innocence. Isabelle bent her knees with such precision, her heels always together, toes elegantly turned outward. Her little arms curved gracefully as she held her pose, her fingers reaching for the imaginary stars above. But the highlight of Isabelle's performance was yet to come—the grand plié. Isabelle had been practicing for this moment in her mind, and even though she only needed to do a regular plié to end, she wanted to show Dani and Emily what she could do. 'I want to show myself. It was time to shine. With the audience in front of her holding their breath, Isabelle lowered herself into the deepest plié she had ever attempted, her tiny knees bending as far as they could go. Isabelle lowered herself, further, pushing and straining her muscles to perform at the highest level, her knees bending out further than she ever imagined they could. As Isabelle held the pose, her face lit up with determination and pride. The room seemed to hold its breath in unison, captivated by her performance. And then it all faded around her. The stage, the audience, the balconies, the drapes, and the chandelier. They all fell into the abyss. But Isabelle held. She held her pose with a smile. She held it firm. She held it strong. She held it elegantly, as the world around her began to re-form. Soon enough, Isabelle found herself back in the ballet studio, in front of her friends, in front of Dani, in front of her mom. But she continued to hold her spot. And then, in an unexpected twist of fate, the strain of the grand plié became too much for Isabelle. A look of surprise crossed her face, and she let out a tiny gasp, so small that only a parent might catch it. Or, well, at least Jane did. And Jess. And Kat. And Dani. And Emily. And probably more than a few other parents as well. In fact, it was all the parents who knew precisely what was happening. All the parents who politely did their best to not laugh, but it was simply irresistible. Because it was in that moment, at the bottom of her grand plié, that Isabelle's body decided to release a huge, mushy load of poop into her diaper. It was in that moment, as Isabelle held her position perfectly, that anyone other than a toddler could see Isabelle pushing the mess out of her bottom, her diaper and leotard pushed out to their limit. It was in that moment, that the room simply filled with laughter—a spontaneous eruption of amusement and understanding as Jane stood up, the proud parent of the poopy ballerina, and led the applause as she made her way over to Isabelle. "Great work Isabelle!" Dani called out through her own laugh, before helping Jane ease Isabelle to the side. "You really were wonderful sweetie. But I think you need to go with your mommy now" Dani added, before turning back to the group to held the next dancer. Jane picked Isabelle up, pressing the mushy mess further against Isabelle's bum. But Jane couldn't be bothered. She was so proud. "You were amazing my beautiful girl," Jane said, planting a kiss on her smiling daughter. "Now let's go change that poppy bottom in the car, so we can watch your friends too, okay love?" Isabelle smiled obliviously. From Isabelle's perspective, she had just performed her butt off - literally. And she had been wonderful. "Otay mommy!"

Apologies for the delay - work has been insanely busy, and I have been managing some other matters as well that have prevented me from writing as much as I'd like. But you aren't interested in my excuses! Without further ado! The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 56 "Exploration has resumed, though not without its challenges." Investigator-astronaut Isabelle spoke clearly into her space journal log on her wrist, careful to pronounce each word as she spoke. Isabelle couldn't believe how lacking her captain's log had been of late. 'But it makes sense, with the limited travel and even more limited activity.' "The high cosmic pressure zone has not only failed to break, but continues to increase in intensity," Isabelle explained. "My body continues to suffer from the known impacts, but unfortunately, we could not anticipate the full extent of it. Mobility has been an issue. I have found myself less balanced while moving about the ship, and coordination is becoming problematic. I am..." Isabelle paused as she released a large pee into her new diaper "...doing my best to push through the effects. But they are brutal." Isabelle waddled forward along she shore, before jumping into the water in front of her, using her suit's bubble blaster to push her further down into the water. "In addition, we have exhausted our supply of investigator-astronaut diapers, causing some complications. Fortunately. Senior First Officer Rabbity has developed a new product, which I am compelled to beta test for the entire Rainbow Command, else abandon the mission." Isabelle lowered the power on her bubble blasters, slowing her descent. "The new product, which we have dubbed the 'Cushioned Rear Inflatable Bum' is a marvel of engineering. Not only is the Cushioned Read Inflatable Bum far, far more comfortable than the standard issued investigator astronaut diapers, but there are practical uses as well. Though substantially bulkier, the absorbency of the Cushioned Rear Inflatable Bum is roughly quadruple the standard issue investigator astronaut diapers, allowing for longer periods of time between changes. Though with the extended exposure to the cosmic pressure taking its toll, frequent changes are still needed." "The name could use some help," Isabelle added for her journal. "For now, we simply call it the "C.R.I.B." Isabelle smiled as she felt her soaked C.R.I.B around her waist, the squishy diaper providing not just safety and comfort, but pleasure. 'I'm not sure I've ever worn something so wonderful,' Isabelle thought, keeping that thought out of her journal and for herself. Such thoughts would be of little use to Rainbow Command. Isabelle sighed as she turned her bubble blasters off all together, swimming independently toward her destination. Though her mobility on the ship had become challenging, Isabelle noticed that she had become quite the talented swimmer. 'Not sure where I learned this stroke....but it's great!' Isabelle could hardly believe how well she was swimming through the planetary waters. It was as if she was a whole new diver! Isabelle's sparkling silver suit that glistened like stars as she ventured deeper toward the Clam Conjurer's lair. Her golden locks danced as she swam around vibrant coral reefs and schools luminescent fish. Even within her helmet on, the air was filled with the scent of salty ocean breeze, a ever present reminder of the planet's watery embrace. 'It's so peaceful here,' Isabelle remarked for herself. Guided by her determination - and the assistance of the local dolphins from the bar - Isabelle set out toward the Clam Conjurer—a mystical being said to possess the power to control Aquaria's elements. Isabelle's heart beat with a mixture of hope and wonder as she followed her instincts, the thrill of adventure propelling her forward. Well, that and her feet, which she had learned somewhere help to use with your swimming. Isabelle dipped into the dark, open crevasse in the sea floor the dolphins had told her about. It didn't seem like it went anywhere at first, but Isabelle continued through, spotting an opening on the far end of it. Isabelle was shocked as she emerged on the other side, which was no longer dark, but bright as day. Isabelle continued along the only path available to her, floating through sun-dappled seagrass and beneath coral archways. Finally, Isabelle's journey led her to a secluded grotto. Isabelle's mind was distracted by the faint music surrounding her as she slowly made her way into the grotto. Isabelle's eyes darted in every direction, catching glimpses of the singing mermaids that surrounded the peaceful grotto. Their tails shimmered as they moved gracefully behind the seaweed beds. "The music here is unlike anything I have heard before. The sweet melody of the mermaids almost puts you to sleep. We should return to explore this phenomenon another time. Perhaps it could serve a use on the ship to help put the crew to sleep," Isabelle articulated for the journal, before returning her eyes toward the middle of the grotto. There, nestled within a bed of pearls, sat the Clam Conjurer. The clam's iridescent shell shimmered with a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, its presence radiating with ancient wisdom. "Hello, brave investigator-astronaut Isabelle" the Clam Conjurer greeted in a voice as gentle as an ocean whisper. "I have been waiting for you." "You know me?" Isabelle asked. 'What a foolish question - of course the conjurer knows you Isabelle!' Isabelle couldn't believe she had embarrassed herself so. Isabelle worked to re-compose herself, her eyes meeting the clam's, and she recounted her mission to quell the storm that hindered her exploration of Aquaria's depths. The Clam Conjurer merely chuckled. "Of course I do brave explorer. And I know why you have come. Sadly I cannot help you. Yet. There is a price to pay, you see." Isabelle's shoulders fell. 'Another test! Another barrier in my way!' What else would she have to do in order to get to her treasure. It was too much. The Clam Conjurer sensed Isabelle's defeat. "Do not fret young one. For my price is simple. You must only answer three riddles to gain the power you seek. Are you prepared to do so?" Isabelle's head perked up. "Riddles? I can do Riddles!' Isabelle nodded. "I am, Clam Conjurer. I am prepared." The Clam Conjurer bent its shell into a smile. "Very good. I sensed you were ready. Here you go, but I warn you, you have only one guess per riddle, else I cannot help you." Isabelle nodded affirming her understanding. Isabelle clutched her hand into a fist, preparing her body and mind for what was to come. "Let's go!" "Very well," the Clam Conjurer replied. "Cozy swaddle, soft and warm, In cribs I'm found. I'm often norm. Babies love to cuddle and snuggle, What am I, their comfort's double?" 'What is it.....' Isabelle wondered. 'Cozy......warm....and soft. I remember feeling like that....with Lola.' Isabelle thought to herself. 'Maybe the answer is bed?....but they are also found in cribs.....and the clam said babies like to cuddle them. You can't really cuddle a bed." Isabelle continued to ponder as she released her bladder once more into her C.R.I.B, the result expanding her legs fully apart. 'Of course!' "It's a blanky!" Isabelle called out. She knew she had to br right. "You are correct. But the next riddle will not be so easy!" Isabelle gulped. 'The last one was already a challenge!' But the Clam Conjurer continued, without hesitation. "Soft and huggable, by day and by night, In children's arms, I find delight. With button eyes and a stitched-on smile, I'm a friend through adventures, mile after mile. What am I?" 'Soft.....huggable.......delight. Is it.....mommy?' Isabelle wondered. It seemed too easy. "Mommy is so huggable, and she is around day and night......but also......a friend. Mommy isn't a friend. Mommy is a mommy.....hmmm.' Isabelle felt a pressure building inside of her, one she couldn't quite identify. 'Maybe it's Dani. Dani is a friend! And also huggable!' Isabelle was pretty sure that was the answer, but then something held her back. "Stitched smile? Button eyes.......I don't know. I don't know what it could be. Isabelle needed help. 'If only Rabbi-" But then it hit her "RABBITY! My stuffie!" The Clam Conjurer considered Isabelle's answer. "Acceptable response. The answer is of course, a stuffed animal. Beware young one, I will not be so gracious with the last riddle. You must get it exactly right, or you shall leave empty handed." Isabelle gulped, her stomach stirring louder from the nerves. 'Or whatever.' She couldn't be distracted by her tummy. She needed to focus. "Here you are," the Clam said. "In a bundle of fabric, I'm sometimes concealed, My presence revealed, when a deed's unsealed. Though not the most pleasant, I serve a purpose true, A part of a baby's life, this shall be your clue. Changing me is quite a task, What am I, you must unmask?" Isabelle stared at the Clam. She had nothing. She had absolutely nothing. 'Bundle of fabric? Deed unsealed? What task? What must I unmask?' Isabelle was growing increasingly nervous she wouldn't be able to solve it. Her stomach was twisting into knots. She was sweating in her suit. 'I can't let them all down. I can......can't.....' Isabelle closed her eyes. She balled up her hands into fists, straining for the answer. 'Focus Isabelle. Focus.' She couldn't let her crew down. 'You need to Focus.' Isabelle squeezed her hands tightly, her knees naturally lifting as she hovered in front of the Clam. She had to think. 'Think harder than I ever have before. I can't let myself down.' Isabelle's mind was racing. It felt like there was something holding her back. 'Something blocking my mind.' Her hands tightened once more, as her thighs slowly parted in her squatted position. 'I need to free my mind. I can feel it. Feel the answer coming!' Isabelle knew she just needed to uncork the block that was holding her back. 'Almost....there.' Isabelle inhaled deeply. 'I will not fail,' Isabelle commanded herself. 'I cannot fail!' Isabelle called out, pushing her hardest to break the blockage. And with that, and with all of her might. Isabelle pushed. She pushed and pushed, her face turning bright red. She pushed more, the blockage starting to free. She pushed harder, the relief coming to her body, her mind. She pushed one last time, with all her might. And with her final push she freed herself. A sense of eternal bliss overcame Isabelle, as Isabelle loaded her C.R.I.B with wave after wave of mushy poop. With each wave, Isabelle felt grace, peace, and joy as her body and mind were seemingly freed from whatever it was that was holding them back. Isabelle continued to push more and more poop into her C.R.I.B, floating in extasy in the planet's sea, the songs of the mermaids filling her heart, her mind, her soul. A smile crept over her face, replacing the strain and stress that had been there just moments prior. And just as the last wave of poop entered her C.R.I.B., as Isabelle's mess had pressed against the C.R.I.B.'s capacity and had nowhere else to go, as her stinkies spread against her butt cheeks, and as Isabelle's legs spread apart further than she believed they could be, Isabelle lost control, lost track of what she was doing, of where she was, and inadvertently uttered an answer she had not intended. "Poopieee.......diapeee......" Isabelle muttered, through a satisfied smile, catching her breath. But it was too late. And Isabelle knew she had screwed up. Isabelle had offered the Clam Conjurer a response. "Correct, little one." 'Correct?' Isabelle wondered. 'What was correct? What were we even....' But Isabelle was cut off again before she could finish her thought. The Clam Conjurer's shell opened slightly, revealing a luminous pearl. "Take this pearl," it said, "and present it to the heart of the storm. It will heed your plea and still the tempest." Isabelle reached in and took the pearl as instructed, thanking the Clam Conjurer for its aid. But as she turned to leave, the Clam Conjurer left her with one parting remark, "I sense a storm of uncertainty in your heart as well, little one. When the time comes, you must learn to quell that storm on your own. You already have everything you need to do it." Isabelle nodded, though she was not sure why, before turning on her bubble blasters and heading back to the ship. With the pearl held close, Isabelle's determination soared. She would return to the storm's heart, and end the blight on the planet once and for all. ******************************* ""Time to wake up, sweetheart," Jane cooed, her voice a gentle melody that roused Isabelle from her slumber. Isabelle's eyes blinked open, and for a moment, she looked at her mom with drowsy curiosity. As Isabelle's haze of sleep slowly lifted, however, a telltale scent wafted through the air—the unmistakable fragrance that announced a stinky diaper was in the crib. Isabelle shifted on her back as she felt the mushy comfort spread underneath her. She couldn't help but smile, even the smell not bothering her in the slightest. Jane stifled a chuckle, knowing that Isabelle's morning surprise awaited. "Did someone make a midnight messy for Mommy?" Jane asked with a playful grin, her tone one of shared amusement as she picked Isabelle up from the crib, and playfully sniffed her butt. "Whooooooooooooweeee. That is a stinky present!". Isabelle's cheeks turned rosy, her tiny giggle a melodic response. She wriggled in her her mother's arms, her excitement for the day ahead undeniable. "Alright, my little explorer, let's see what we've got here." With practiced ease, Jane carefully laid Isabelle on to her changing table, and got to work on her daughter's diaper. "Looks like someone had a busy night," Jane teased, her voice a symphony of affection. 'It's been a long time since you left me an overnight poopy present sweetie," Jane said, as she worked to wipe Isabelle's bottom down with cold wipes. "I hope we're not going to make a habit of this again!" Isabelle made no promises. She simply smiled. Smiled and smiled and smiled and smiled, as her mom cleaned her up, and soon she was in a clean, fresh diaper. "There we go. Smelling MUCH better now sweetie! Let's have a great day!" Jane professed, as she lifted Isabelle on to her hip and carried her downstairs. Indeed, it was a great day. After her delicious breakfast, Isabelle was off to preschool once more. Isabelle spent the morning in Miss Deena's class doing art, painting popsicle sticks and then using them to make a house on some construction paper. Isabelle didn't mind that her house kept tumbling; she was having too much fun to care. After a lengthy hand washing, Isabelle enjoyed her lunch with Julia and Becky, laughing and giggling as they shared stories and funny imaginative games. Becky and Julia were both fascinate as Isabell regaled them of tales from Aquaria, the first time she had shared her mystery planet with anyone in detail. "Maybe we can come visit one time!" Becky proclaimed. Isabelle nodded; her friends would always be invited on her journeys. After a nap - and more than a few more diaper changes - the class spent the afternoon shifting between stations like they had the week prior. Isabelle loved every second of her day, moving from block building, to letters and counting, to playing house with a few of her classmates, and then to reading with Miss Samantha, each activity was more fun than the last. Isabelle was halfway through a game of Sugarland - she had just passed through the gumdrop forest with a double purple card! - with Becky and Miss Samantha when she heard her mom's voice over her shoulder. "Belly! Mommy is here! Come, we need to go. We're going on a special trip!" Isabelle perked up and turned to see her mom, running over to her and welcoming her with a big hug. Whatever the surprise was, Isabelle couldn't wait. *************** Jane pushed Isabelle around the store in the shopping cart, Isabelle's eyes planted firmly on her mom. 'Its going to be the bestest surprise ever!' Isabelle knew it. Whatever it was going to be. Though in reality, Isabelle had no idea where they were off to. "It's going to be perfect sweetie. I promise! You're going to love your surprise." Jane was confident she had a great idea, and knew Isabelle would have fun in the store. Isabelle didn't need more assurance - if her mom promised it would be fun, nothing else mattered. It took a moment, but Isabelle recognized where they were as her mom pushed her around the store; it was a Halloween costume store. Isabelle wasn't sure what they were going to pick up, but she was excited nonetheless. Isabelle's little fingers reached for every outfit that caught her eye—a pirate, a superhero, even a friendly ghost. There were wigs, hair dye, masks and wands. There were all sorts of amazing costumes Isabelle couldn't; keep her gaze fixed. 'It's fortunate really,' Jane thought, as she maneuvered around the store, 'how easily distracted she is sometimes.'. In fact, Jane took advantage of Isabelle's lack of focus, turning the cart so Isabelle was not only facing away from her, but was facing racks and racks of colorful costumes to distract her. Jane quickly identified a rack adorned with magnifying glasses and fake mustaches, taking one of each and placing them into her basket behind Isabelle. Jane then found a rack of trench coats, and even a vest, adding them to her pile. Isabelle was content to simply move around the store with her mommy. She was feeling a little tired from her long day, and was happy to rest in the cart while she was pushed around. Isabelle felt her diaper warm up as she released her afternoon juice into the thirsty padding, smiling and simply allowing the events to unfold. But the store was starting to get repetitive, and Isabelle was ready to see her friend. "Mommy - are we going to see Lola and Sam soon?" Jane felt as though she found everything she needed, locating a fake pipe which blew bubbles, and a set of gloves, laughing to herself as she envisioned Isabelle in the outfit she had collected. "Very soon sweetie." Jane was looking at a rack of silly hats to cap off the outfit when she saw it; Jane's eyes widened when she spotted a deerstalker hat perched atop a children's mannequin. The hat's distinct design with its two flaps turned up on the sides held a special allure. Jane chuckled softly. 'It's perfect.' Jane slipped the hat off of the mannequin, dropping into her basket. "Yes sweetie. Just as soon as we are finished here. We're going to go over to Lola's for dinner tonight. Doesn't that sound fun?' "YAY!" Isabelle called. It did, in fact, sound fun. With a smile of satisfaction, Jane had gathered the pieces for Isabelle's special costume. A magnifying glass to hold, ready for any close examination. A trench coat and vest to secure her small frame, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. The mustache and bubble pipe adding a touch of whimsy. And of course, the crowning jewel—the deerstalker hat—was carefully placed into bags as Jane checked out. ************************************** "Sorry we're late" Jane offered as an explanation, as she carried Isabelle on her hip into Sam's home. "I was at the store getting someone's costume for Halloween, and it took a little longer than I thought." Jane leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips while she continued to hold Isabelle. Isabelle smiled as she felt her mom's heartbeat go faster. "Not problem at all!" Sam responded. "Are you excited for Halloween Belly?" Sam asked, as he extended his arms out to take Isabelle from Jane. "Yes!" Isabelle proclaimed aloud, as her mom handed her over to Sam. Isabelle wrapped her arms around Sam's next before mimicking her mom, and kissing Sam on the cheek. Isabelle then laid her head down on Sam's shoulder. "Oh lucky me I get a kiss tonight from two girls! And maybe a third girl will give me a kiss too!" Sam called up the stairs, clearly teasing his own daughter. Isabelle giggled as Lola called down in response. "Fat chance!" "Thanks Sam. I'm going to take her up to give her a change though. She's soaked." Jane explained, as she finished hanging her windbreaker up and set her bag down. "I still can't believe you bought that outrageous thing," Jane chided, referring to the changing table. "Though it is coming in handy...." Jane admitted, as she extended her arms out just as Lola made her way down the stairs. "It is handy. And nonsense," Sam responded. "You hang out with Lola and I'll get her changed real quick," Sam said, as he turned to pass his daughter. "LOLA!" Isabelle called out, reaching for her as they passed. Lola leaned it and kissed Isabelle on the cheek, before rubbing her nose to Isabelle's. "Really dad?" Lola responded, turning her attention to her dad. "You? Diapers? I never thought I'd see the day!" Lola teased, laughing as she moved toward Jane, the two embracing like old friends. "I will have you know," Sam began explaining, as he carried Isabelle up the stairs, "that I changed your POOPY butt more times than I can count Lola. Why don't you just worry about getting Jane a glass of wine instead?" Sam's remarks succeeding in embarrassing Lola more than she cared to admit, so she didn't pursue the conversation further. Instead, Lola took Jane's hand and led her into the kitchen. For Isabelle's part, Sam's remarks led her to think of Lola wearing diapers, a thought that caused her to laugh and pee uncontrollably in Sam's arms. Sam noticed what was happening immediately. "Good girl. Get it all out now. I don't need you peeing on me upstairs!" Sam joked, as he carried Isabelle up toward the bedroom with the changing table As Sam approached the changing table, his palms felt clammy, and his heart raced. It had been a long time since he had been responsible for a diaper change, and the nerves were undeniable. The nerves weren't necessarily about the diaper change - he really had done plenty of those - but more about showing Jane that they could be a partnership moving forward. 'That I can be a father to her,' Sam thought. Sam laid Isabelle on the changing table, her bright eyes fixed on Sam with a mixture of curiosity and and comfort. Her tiny fingers played with the edge of the soft padding underneath her to east her anxieties. It hadn't occurred to Isabelle either at that point that Sam would be changing her for the first time. For Isabelle, she simply felt safe with him. "Okay, Isabelle," Sam muttered to himself, his voice a mix of determination and trepidation. "You and me, kiddo. We've got this." Sam began to carefully undo the diaper, tearing the removable sides, each movement slow and deliberate. Isabelle watched him intently, her little face a portrait of curiosity. As the diaper came off, Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, Isabelle, it seems like you've been quite busy in there. I am surprised this thing stayed on you at all," he said, his voice lightening with amusement. Sam gently cleaned Isabelle with utmost care, his touch light and tender. He sang a soft lullaby, his voice a soothing balm that filled the room. Isabelle couldn't help but giggle at the joke. "Almost done," Sam remarked, as he pulled out one of the thick diapers Dani had put her in, and placed in underneath her, before spraying and patting powder on the sweet girl. "There we go," Sam said with a relieved smile as he fastened the clean diaper in place. "All done, Isabelle. You were a champ." As Sam lifted Isabelle from the changing table and cradled her in his arms, a feeling of warmth and accomplishment washed over him. Isabelle nestled against him, her tiny fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt between the buttons, the very tips of her fingers grazing against the hairs on his chest. Sam smiled as he felt Isabelle's tiny fingers against his chest; it served as both a memory of wonderful times with Lola, as well as a promise of what could be. "What do you say to dinner now sweetie?" Isabelle nodded, and firming her grip against Sam. 'Food does sound good.'

Thanks so much! I wasn't sure if readers were going to glance through those parts or not, but there is a lot to learn from them, especially if you try (not much work) to fill in the blanks. It was fun developing Jane a little more. I tried to use those parts to sort of illustrate the child, in this case Isabelle's, perspective of parents talking in front of toddlers without watching much about what they say. Kat is indeed back! I thought maybe some readers would pick up on her appearance when I put a name to Julia's mom in an earlier chapter. Perhaps there will be something to learn about the shoes from it...I've been eagerly waiting for Kat's return for 55 chapters now LOL!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 55 Tuesday passed much the same as Monday did. That is too say, it was yet another excellent day. Isabelle went through her new normal morning routine. Not wanting to upset her mother, Isabelle laid patiently in her crib that morning until Jane arrived, greeting her mommy with a smile and a very soggy diaper. Following a diaper change, breakfast, and another diaper change, Isabelle was back off toward preschool for another day of fun and games. Much like the day prior, the lesson plan of the morning went right over Isabelle's head. Instead, Isabelle simply sat on her diapered butt, starring at Miss Deena as she went through explaining something or another about shapes. 'It doesn't seem all that important,' Isabelle figured, as she playfully bent her toes back and forth in her ballet slippers. 'If it were, it would be easier to pay attention!' Isabelle's logic was flawless, at least if you asked her. There was simply no need to strain herself any longer, Isabelle figured. Not only was a solution in place to get her back to where she once was, but she was actually having fun. 'Today I'll see Dani,' Isabelle reminded herself, 'and tomorrow, I get to see Lola.' Then it would be Dani again, and no doubt she would be able to see Lola again this weekend. Maybe she would even get to see her other friends too. It wasn't just that these new things were going well. Isabelle was starting to find joys in many of the changes that had occurred in her life that she hadn't previously appreciated. Sure, Isabelle had always recognized how soft and comfortable her diapers were when she had been changed into one. 'But there even better in a way,' Isabelle admitted to herself, suddenly feeling no shame about it, 'when they are wet.' Isabelle smiled as she let her bladder go, feeling the warm embrace of her urine surround her, before being absorbed into the now squishy diaper underneath her. 'And even better when they're poopy.' A month ago, heck even a week ago, Isabelle couldn't imagine admitting something that was so, so true, let alone doing so without feeling like a failure. But as she sat on her wet diaper in class, a warm reverberation, originating in her slippers, consuming her body from her head to toe. 'This is right,' Isabelle knew, as the feeling overtook her. 'It's right. And great.' Isabelle was, without shame, looking forward to her next poopy accident, if she could even call it that anymore. There were other benefits though, ones she had overlooked. Her stroller and car seat were starting to make Isabelle feel more like royalty and less like a baby. 'I have to admit, being chauffeured around isn't so bad.' Walking had become exhausting, for reasons Isabelle couldn't quite explain. But in the peace and comfort of her stroller and car seat, Isabelle found she could enjoy the company around her, the conversations taking place, and the sights around her without hassle. There was more. Nap time was unbelievable, allowing Isabelle to enjoy each moment she was awake more fully. Her highchair provided her stability while she ate, no longer worried her newfound imbalance would cause her to fall down and injure herself. School was....'It's not even learning. It's just pure fun!' Isabelle thought to herself. The best part, however, was that no matter where she went, Isabelle seemed to be the center of attention. Isabelle was surprised at how much she liked being pointed at, starred at, told how adorable she was, and generally dotted over. 'As a teenager you sort of hate all of that......but I think it's just because you forget how wonderful it really is.' Isabelle couldn't believe how much of her life she was enjoying. 'No. Loving.' Isabelle couldn't be sure about it, but part of her was starting to believe that the people around her were much happier as well. Dani, who was always a bundle of joy, seemed to be in even better spirits. Isabelle wasn't sure that Isabelle could take the credit for it, but one thing was clear; Dani was happier. Isabelle couldn't help but notice that Dani was frequently peeking at her phone all weekened, giggling and texting. 'No doubt looking at photos of me!' Isabelle had concluded. Isabelle was even shocked when she saw Dani pull out a poetry book by the pool on Sunday, 'probably practicing to recite bedtime poems for me!' Isabelle had inspired Dani - there was no other explanation. But it was more. Lola seemed different around Isabelle now. 'Sure, we've always been best friends. But this is more.' It was clear as day to anyone who saw Isabelle and Lola together that Lola's love for Isabelle was so much more. It was the type of love where you knew, just knew, Lola would do anything for Isabelle's happiness, for her safety, for even just a little more joy. 'And I feel the same way,' Isabelle thought to herself, her whole body lighting up at the mere thought of her friend. 'It's..........' It was a feeling Isabelle had only felt for one person in her life before; her mommy. 'Mommy......' Isabelle's mind detoured from her friends and settling on the most important person in her life. "Mommy is........' There were no words for it. Isabelle couldn't recall ever knowing Jane to be so happy. There was a life and energy to her mom that Isabelle had never once seen. 'Sure, I am a huge part of it,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she shifted to her stomach in order to press her weight against her soggy diaper better. "She loves me." Isabelle knew it. Part of Isabelle had known that her mom was not ready to say goodbye to her yet. It was going to be a difficult senior year in so many ways. It was ALWAYS Isabelle and Jane together. Isabelle had never asked much about her biological father. 'There isn't much to tell,' her mom would explain. 'He was a kind man. A nice man. A man I once cared for deeply But a man who didn't want a family. And I did. I wouldn't trade you for the world.' It was the same explanation every time. Though Isabelle knew that her mom meant it, there was always an undertone of sadness when her mom told the story. Something lingered, like she always wished that Isabelle's biological father had wanted something different. Isabelle couldn't help but feel sad about it too. Her mom was great, the best even. 'But it doesn't make me not feel unwanted.' Isabelle had always been jealous of those of her friends with two parents growing up. 'With a dad....' Jane had been so young when she got pregnant. Jane was still completing her undergraduate degree, in fact. 'But I suppose that was when she was pregnant with me...well the first time I guess?.....' Isabelle's mind wandered to another topic, one she hadn't considered -'Mom must think she was pregnant with me only a few years ago.....' It was a strange thought. Isabelle tried her very best to recall what were once vivid memories of celebrating her mom's thirtieth birthday, her mom always being the youngest one at birthday parties, or volunteering at the school. But those memories were long gone. Still, even as Isabelle felt her inflated padding resting against her bum, she could recognize that it was going to be a hard year for her mom. Jane was going to be all alone. Sure, she had some friends around town. But Isabelle had been so central to her life for so long, it was as if part of Jane had forgotten to live her own life as well. Yet, here Jane was, with a second chance to do so. "A second chance to do so WITH me,' Isabelle corrected herself. And Jane was thriving at it. Isabelle saw it in Jane each morning when she came to wake Isabelle up. She say it with the love her mom displayed in her eyes as she starred down at Isabelle on her changing table. Isabelle say in it every outfit Jane put on her. Isabelle saw in the way she watched Isabelle proudly as she danced, or played, or did anything at all. But Isabelle also saw it in the way her mom laughed and smiled around Sam. Isabelle saw the joy and sparkly in her mom's eyes when she kissed Sam. Isabelle saw the way her mom's body melted as Jane laid her head on Sam's chest, the way her heart skipped a beat when they held hands. Isabelle saw the love and pride that Jane had for Lola as well. Isabelle saw it all. It was clear as day. 'Is everyone better off now that I am little again?' The question echoed in Isabelle's head. She couldn't deny it - it was distinctly possible they were. 'Am........Am I better off though?' The answer to that question was much more complicated, Isabelle knew. It was not a question Isabelle was ready to answer. Part of her hoped, in fact, that she would never need to. But part of her did wanted to answer the question. Part of her wanted to know what the answer was. Isabelle strained her mind as she continued to work through the complex and difficult thoughts. As if on cue, Isabelle pushed a huge, mushy load of poop into her diaper, lifting her butt into the air as she did so. "Hmmmhmmm" Isabelle moaned softly, as she loaded her diaper up, which was now sagging into her denim shortalls. Isabelle knew it was only a matter of time before someone would change her, so quickly shifted back onto her bum, so as to enjoy her messy diaper as long as she could. 'And what is going to happen when I do set things right?' Isabelle asked herself, as she bounced her butt up and down, squelching her poop in every direction as she did. 'Will mommy still be dating Sam? Will Lola still love me the same way?' It was distinctly possible that if she did correct everything, all of the good would be undone as well. 'That's if I correct EVERYTHING,' Isabelle considered, as she was snapped back toward reality, her body being lifted into the air. "Come with me cutie. You've got something not so cute in your diaper," Kelly said playfully, as she started carrying Isabelle over toward the changing table. Isabelle wasn't ready to be changed though, and Kelly had rudely interrupted her thought. So as Kelly laid her down, Isabelle let her displeasure be known. "Nooooooooooo! Nooooo NO eerhhhnnmahhghhhghnnmnm!" Isabelle whined. Kelly didn't sense displeasure, however. She merely sensed a cranky toddler. "Oh shush. You'll go back in a minute you little stinker," before silencing Isabelle by pushing a pacifier into her mouth. "Now, let's see what you've made for Miss Kelly today," Kelly said, as she started unsnapping the buttons on the crotch of Isabelle's shortalls. Isabelle accepted the gift with an open, and then shut mouth, and soon found herself too enamored by the sucking the pacifier in and out to even recall what she had been annoyed about. 'Oh yah!' Isabelle thought, 'she interrupted my thinking!' Isabelle had, unfortunately, consider the possibility that even with the Star Rod, and the magic caster, that they couldn't undo all of the spell. 'Sure, if they got me back to 10th grade even, I could manage with that. It would only be losing two years.' But what if Isabelle was too far gone. 'What if she can only get me back to middle school with Mel. Or younger....What if,' Isabelle started to suck her pacifier a little more rapidly, as Kelly had to open a second, fresh pack of wipes to finish cleaning the disastrous mess on Isabelle's backside. '.....What if it only gets me back to second grade.........what if I get stuck there?' Isabelle had to consider the possibility. She could lose everything, and gain nothing. 'I won't get back. I won't have Dani, or Lola, or Mel even. I won't have anyone.' Isabelle sucked more rapidly, as Kelly started to coo her in an effort to calm Isabelle down. 'Would any of that be better than what I have now? Would anything except going back to where I belong be better than all of the things I have that are so right, right here, right now?' Isabelle wasn't surprised that even this conversation was leading her back to the very question she didn't want to answer: 'Would going back even be better than having what I have now? Better for me? Better for everyone else?" For the first time since she embarked on her journey to restore herself, Isabelle was starting to doubt whether it was what she should do. 'Or what I want to do...' Isabelle felt a tear drop from her eye and flow down her cheek, just as Kelly finished taping her up in a clean diaper. 'Oh sweetie. You don't need to be sad. Come here sweetie. It was just a little poopy, you're okay," Kelly said, figuring Isabelle had been uncomfortable in her diaper. Kelly picked Isabelle up and lightly bounced her. "Why don't you keep that for the rest of morning lessons sweetie," Kelly offered, referring to Isabelle's pacifier. "You can sit with me. We'll learn together." Isabelle felt herself nod her head against Kelly's cheek, as the student-teacher sat down on the center carpet, sitting Isabelle down on her lap. Isabelle curled up into Kelly's arm, who was lightly patting her diaper. Isabelle had exhausted her mind that morning, and she already felt like she needed a rest. So Isabelle did, letting her emotions flow out of her, as she cried and rested in Kelly's embrace. *********************** Isabelle leaned over, resting her arms against her thighs. 'What the......' Isabelle worked to catch her breath, '....the heck....the heck are they putting us through today.' Isabelle could feel every fiber of her body aching. Ballet class today was no ordinary class. Sure, Isabelle and her little friends were all having fun. 'But I don't remember ever sweating like this before. Not in my life.' Isabelle picked her head up and turned it to its side, spotting her mom waving on the side. Most of the parents had big smiles on their faces, and many were high-fiving and giving thumbs-ups to the teachers, rather than their kids. 'What are they so happy about?' Isabelle wondered, picking herself up and moving into the next formation. 'We're all going to be exhausted! We won't have any energy to play with them when we get home?!' Isabelle was confused - didn't their mommies and daddies want to play later? The excitement that had filled the air when Isabelle entered was still there. Even though Dani and Erica were working them through extremely active and challenging moves, the students were still as eager as ever. Isabelle turned to see Becky, who seemed to be faring slightly better on the sweat front, even if she struggled with the dance moves. Becky's smile was infectious, as she bounced toward Erica, trying to work on her jetes, without any success. To her other side, Isabelle spotted Julia, who was not faring much better. In fact, Julia appeared to have given up all together, and was laying on the studio floor. Isabelle watched as Dani walked over and playfully pretended to shock Julia back up. Julia's giggles filled the room as Dani's method's succeeded, but Isabelle could have sworn that Julia's diaper was more prominently bulging out the back of her tights as she stood up. Isabelle stretched her neck out, moving her head in circles. As she did, she paused to look at her ballet outfit. Jess had been responsible for pick up today from school. The ride had no been as comfortable as normal. While Becky had rode in her normal booster seat, Isabelle had been placed into Eric's car seat. Isabelle was shocked that she even fit in it, but even then, it was too small for her. "Its just a short trip sweetie," Jess had explained, as she struggled to buckle Isabelle in herself, but succeeding at the end. Jess had done an okay job dressing her, 'but never as good as mommy does,' Isabelle thought. Her ballet outfit was simple and cute that day. She wore a pale pink leotard adorned with shimmering sequins. The leotard hugged her tiny frame, the fabric soft against her skin. Isabelle loved how the sequins caught the bright light of the ballet studio, like dewdrops on a perfectly pink rose petal. Isabelle's ballet skirt, a delicate tulle creation, added a touch of whimsy as it floated gracefully with every step. After seeing the state of Julia's diaper, Isabelle wondered how her own was faring, and if her skirt was even covering it any longer. 'Not that it matters,' Isabelle thought, as she executed a perfect jete herself toward the rest of the group, catching a nod of approval from Dani as she completed it. Isabelle's perfect, tiny ballet slippers, matching her blush rose leotard, encased Isabelle's tiny feet. 'There's just something so magical about having them on,' Isabelle thought. Though her body ached and sweat seemingly everywhere, her feet continued to feel perfectly comfortable as she wiggled her toes in the soft fabric. Isabelle's hair had, unfortunately, come undone when she was warming up. Jess simply wasn't as good at tying a tight bun, Isabelle was glad that her mom had arrived by that time, going over to her for help tying it back up. "Sorry Isabelle," Jess apologized, as she sipped her coffee next to Jane. "Your mommy is just better at these than I am!" It was an honest confession, Isabelle thought, form a woman that Isabelle knew to be rather competitive. Now Isabelle's hair rested perfectly, meticulously gathered into a tight bun, and secured with a satin ribbon that matched her leotard and slippers. A few strands of her golden hair had escaped the bun, framing her angelic face. Isabelle sat down on the floor near her mom, Jess, and Kat, as Dani and Erica explained the next set of steps. But Isabelle found herself surprisingly unfocused, listening to her mom's conversation instead of the ballet lesson. "........................I handle the accounting and payroll for a company. It's nice, and they're super understanding about being a single parent......" Isabelle felt guilty listening to her mom, but it was nice to hear that her boss was nice. "...................going back to work.......Eric's been in daycare for the afternoons for a month now....................to kindergarten next year.........." "..............to work?" "Fashion for years...................get back into it......................." Jess went on to explain some things Isabelle didn't understand about her past working life. "...............kids, right?" Jess laughed. "What about you Kat?" Isabelle heard her mom ask. ".........................ballet store.................................all sorts of custom made things too. I love it." "Oh wow..................................should visit sometime." "...............no children's things.......................it's typically higher end goods for professionals........................the kids at Higgins Academy. Consiering it for.............next year Jess?" "Oh...........don't think so..................too much pressure for her..............." "I get it...........................Isabelle looks like she's primed for there though, if you don't mind me saying." "Okay," Erica called out, "up we go. Let's finish strong." Isabelle stood, though had no idea what she was supposed to do at that point. Fortunately Dani, who may have realized Isabelle had been distracted, offered some guidance. "Now, let's practice our pliés," Dani announced with a smile. Isabelle's eyes met Dani's, and she mirrored her movements with an adorable determination. Dani's encouragement made Isabelle's heart swell with pride. "Beautiful, Isabelle!" Erica exclaimed, her voice gentle as a breeze. Isabelle beamed, her cheeks rosy with joy. The class progressed with delicate leaps and graceful arm movements. Isabelle's little hands fluttered like butterfly wings, her ballet slippers tapping lightly against the studio floor. She twirled with a mixture of innocence and grace, her ballet skirt swirling around her like a dream, paying no mind to her diaper, as it sagged lower, and lower, each time Isabelle peed. When it was time for a short routine, Dani and Erica took Isabelle's hand, guiding her through the steps. With every plié, tendu, and arabesque, Isabelle's smile grew wider. Dani's comforting presence and kind words made Isabelle feel as though she were dancing on a cloud. Isabelle took a seat in her regular spot once more, as she watched Dani and Erica repeat the routine process with each of the other student. But again, she found her focus diverted toward the conversation going on behind her. "..................an entire changing table. For a weekend. And it's nicer than mine Jess." Her mom was talking about soimething. 'But I can't be sure what.......' ".............committed.................it's sweet....................." Jess had replied ".......it was stocked Jess........with nicer stuff than I own too.........................a high chair. Looks like it was custom made or something.........look........" Jane said, pulling her phone out and showing something to her friends "That was custom................." Isbaelle heard Kat chime in. ".......look at the detail here......unlikely for her............too fast.........." ".....................worried.................................too fast?" Isabelle heard a bit of worry in her mom's voice. And Isabelle didn't like it. "Not at all..............................you're happy. Be happy...................she's happy too....................this is it. I know it............And look at it this way, moving will be........................." Jess replied. "I don't think we're quite there yet.............................doesn't mean I don't want to be........................admitted this to anyone other than myself................................I'd say yes." "Hell, by the sound of him, I would too." Isabelle heard Kat add, as all three moms laughed away. Isabelle turned to see Jess hugging her mom, who had a smile from ear to ear. So Isabelle smiled too, as she shifted forward and back, her squishy diaper making the moment even better. As the class came to an end, the little ballerinas curtsied with a flourish, their faces beaming with pride. Isabelle, too, curtsied with her tiny hand on her heart, feeling as regal as a princess. "Okay everyone. On Thursday you're all going to be performing that short routine we just did by yourselves. And all your mommies and daddies are invited to come watch if they want. So make sure to practice at home," Dani explained. "And we'll see you all on Thursday!" Dani walked through the class smiling at everyone, making sure to nod and acknowledge some parents, before bending down near Isabelle. "Great job out there my star," Dani said with a smile, pulling Isabelle in for a hug. "I can see how proud your mommy is of you over there!" Dani said, point behind Isabelle and waving at Jane. "Thanks Dani!" Isabelle had a ton of fun, but was feeling exhausted, and so fell onto her butt once more. "Dani," Isabelle asked anxiously, playing with her skirt as she did. "Do you true know a magic person who can help us cast a spell with the star rod?" Dani smiled at the innocent question, sitting on the floor next to Isabelle in an effort to mimic the toddler's movements. Dani reached out, placing her hands on Isabelle's, temporarily halting her fidgeting, before answering. "I do Belly. In fact, it's not just any magic person I know." Dani was whispering now, and glanced from side to side as though to pretend no one else should listen in. She turned back to Isabelle, leaning in closer. "I know a magical FAIRY Belly. A very powerful one too. And guess what? She's going to be here this weekend to help us!" Isabelle's jaw nearly hit the floor, as she released yet another spurt of pee into her diaper. "a FAIRY?!?! Really?!? How?!? What!?!?!? OH MY GOSH!" Isabelle lacked any sort of discretion that Dani had shown, practically shouting the last bit. "Yes sweetie," Dani said, before standing and helping Isabelle to her feet. "And I don't want you to worry about your Star Rod. I'm keeping it VERY safe for our fairy friend." Just then, Isabelle heard her mom's voice over her shoulder. "Hey there sweetie. You did so well!" Jane said, before turning toward Dani. "I just wanted to thank you Dani. Lola told me how helpful you were all weekend. You really didn't need to do everything you did for her. I'm really grateful." "Not a problem Jane! She was a pleasure, really. Nothing too much for my star pupil!" Dani explained with a smile, ruffling Isabelle's hair. "But I do need to get going now. And based on the status of her D-I-A-P-E-R during the last routine, you better get going too" Jane laughed as she waved goodbye to Dani, and picked Isabelle up. 'Damn. She was right," Jane thought 'Isabelle's diaper practically feels ready to burst.' "Let's get you home sweetie. It feels like I have an extra squishy diaper to change. Isabelle hardly heard her mom's remark. Instead, her eyes were still sparkling as she looked at her mom, her heart bursting with the joy of the dance, and the excitement of meeting the first fairy of her life coming up. Isabelle clutched the satin ribbon that held her bun in place with a giggle. "I danced like a real ballerina, Mommy! Did you see?" *************** The soft hues of twilight bounced off the walls of Isabelle's bedroom the room. Jane laid Isabelle down on her changing table, before making her way over to the window, drawing the curtain shut, but leaving the window slightly ajar. "It's a cool night. Pleasant sweetie." Jane's gentle voice filled the air as she lovingly prepared the room for bed, Isabelle exhausted from the day. Isabelle's golden hair, curling in the cool breeze that blew in from her window, framed her sleepy eyes, and her yawns were like whispers of the day fading away. 'Let's get you into a fresh diaper sweetie." With tender care, Jane began to change Isabelle into her night diaper. Isabelle's laughter filled the air as her ticklish little belly was met with gentle kisses, Jane smelling her daughter's babysoft skin, as she did. Jane went through a routine she knew all too well like it was a symphony, a coordination of each part of her body moving flawlessly as she wiped, lotioned, oiled, powdered, and taped Isabelle up. "Now, let's get you into your cozy pajamas," Jane said with a smile, her voice a lullaby of reassurance. "hmmmmm let's go for these. It's been a while since you've worn your animal kingdom ones," Jane said, emerging with a set of white pajamas, littered with animals all over it. Isabelle's tiny fingers reached for the pajamas, a smile adorning her face. The pajamas were a soft - "so soft," Isabelle remarked. As Jane gently pulled the pajamas over Isabelle's arms, she peppered her daughter's cheeks with gentle kisses. Isabelle's giggles danced around the twilight in the room like fireflies, lighting up her, and Jane's hearts and eyes with joy. "Stop mommmmmmmy! Stoooooooooooooopppppp" Isabelle squealed. But Jane didn't stop, pushing Isabelle back down so she could pull her pajama pants over her thick, bulky diaper. With the pajamas securely in place, Jane lifted Isabelle once more, carrying her like a precious treasure to her crib, laying her down on the mattress. Jane watched as Isabelle shut her eyes almost immediately, the sweet girl exhausted from her day. Jane tucked the blankets around Isabelle, her touch as gentle a whisper, careful not to stir Isabelle. But Isabelle stirred. Isabelle's eyes fluttered open, her grip on Rabbity tightening. "Mommy. Mommy.....can you tell me a story? About magic fairies?" Jane brushed one of Isabelle's golden curls away from her face. "Of course sweetie." Jane didn't know any stories about fairies though. 'I wonder where this is coming from? I'll just make it up as I go...' So in a hushed voice, Jane started her tale "Once upon a time, in a world not so far away, there lived a magical fairy named Seraphina," Jane's voice flowed like a soothing melody. Isabelle's eyes shut once more, shifting around as her small frame settled in her cocoon of cozy blankets. "Seraphina had wings that shimmered like a star," Jane continued, her fingers tracing imaginary patterns in the air. "They were the color of the sky at sunrise—soft pink and gentle lavender. She was a green fairy, who had long, curly red hair, and she was as pretty as they came." Jane wasn't sure what had inspired her description, but she needed to buy time to come up with a story. Isabelle's fingers twiddled with the edge of her blanket, before her thumb made its way toward, and into her mouth. Jane reached down to remove it, gently tugging it out of Isabelle's pursed lips. "Now, Seraphina's wings weren't just beautiful," Jane's voice carried a touch of intrigue, "they held a secret power. It was where she kept her magic stored Isabelle. And with her wings, Seraphina could do beautiful things. With a wave of her hand, she could make flowers bloom and rivers dance. She could make the sun sparkle, and the moon glow bright. And sometimes, when her magic was at its strongest, she could make wishes come true" Isabelle's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on her mom. Isabelle could have sworn she could see Seraphina and her wondrous wings right there in the room, as she plopped her thumb back into her mouth. "Every night," Jane continued, standing up and walking over to the changing table, "Seraphina would tiptoe through the meadows, leaving trails of fairy dust in her wake." Jane returned back toward Isabelle, this time not empty handed. Jane removed Isabelle's thumb again, but this time replacing it with a pacifier. Isabelle retreated her sucked-thumb hand back under the blanket, content to nurse on the pacifier instead. "And do you know what the fairy dust did?" Isabelle's head shook softly up and down. "But you see, this fairy dust was special. It was what allowed Seraphina to make wishes come true. Making wishes come true requires a lot of power, so Seraphina needed her wings, her fairy dust, and her magic wand to grant them" Jane whispered, her voice a murmur of secrets. "Wishes that people desired most. Wishes that could be granted, filling people's days and nights with adventures and magic." Isabelle's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes growing heavier as Jane weaved an impressive impromptu story, before settling shut. Isabelle rhythmically nursed at her pacifier more slowly. "You see Isabelle, if anyone needed a wish to come true, all they needed to do was follow the stardust and find Seraphina." Isabelle yawned around her pacifier, as Jane reached down to ensure it held in place. "But Seraphina couldn't grant any wish Isabelle............could only grant a wish that was.............true desire." Isabelle felt sleep overtaking her. But the story....it was too good. "One night," Jane's voice grew softer, "Seraphina met a little girl named Isabelle....................grant her one..........what she really desired..........come true." Isabelle's lips curled into a sleepy smile, her fingers clutching Rabbity, her tongue curling around the pacifier. "And so," Jane's voice was a soothing song at this point, "Seraphina.....................took her wand...............dust.....wings......" Isabelle's eyes shut for good, the weight of the day's adventures and dance overtaking her, the soothing cadence of her mom's voice lulling her into a realm where reality and fantasy danced hand in hand. "................Isabelle..........." Jane was no barely whispering, "Seraphina promised.....................................happiest Isabelle would ever be............." Isabelle never heard how the story ended. Her breathing grew soft and even. Her body fell into a deep, restful state. Her mind was finally at ease, after a long day of deep, complex thoughts. She was free, free to rest and sleep. Jane leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Isabelle's forehead. "Goodnight, my little ballerina," she whispered.

Not the best idea? What could be better than getting all comfy and cozy in bed! Nothing bad can happen there!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 54 The soft morning light gently filtered through the curtains of Isabelle's room, casting a warm and golden glow on her cheek. Isabelle smiled as she felt the warmth of the morning sun against her. After a full day of wet, dreary rain, the cool sunny autumn day was welcome. Isabelle had plenty to be happy about that morning, as she stretched her little legs out beneath her blanket, her soaked night diaper underneath her. Isabelle had just had the best weekend she could recall in recent memory; she had spent every waking minute with Lola and Dani. And, as though that wasn't enough, Isabelle couldn't recall having a more productive few days working toward fixing whatever it was that was happening to her. 'I have the wand,' Isabelle reminded herself. It was half of the plan. 'And Dani is going to help with the second half,' Isabelle recalled the moment Lola had said that Dani knew a magic caster. 'What were the odds of that?' Isabelle wondered, though disappointed Dani had never previously shared the identity of her magical friend with Isabelle before now. Either way, it meant Isabelle could, for the first time, simply enjoy herself, and not worry about anything other than just being Isabelle. Isabelle felt herself sink into her mattress. It had been so nice climbing into Lola's bed each of the last two nights. Even better waking up there. And though she missed feeling Lola's arm around her, there was something special about sleeping in your own bed. 'In fact, I don't think my bed has ever felt more comfy!' Isabelle's nose flickered as the scents of her room filled her body. The scent was a delicate medley of clean cotton and baby powder, swirled around with hints of chamomile and lavender from the lotions Jane lathered Isabelle in each morning and night. It an aroma that enveloped the senses like a comforting embrace. Isabelle allowed herself to open her eyes but for one moment, spotting the canopy of pink and and cream that hung over her. The little lights that were laced through the fabric shone dimly in the morning light. Isabelle shut her eyes once more, taking advantage of every moment she could that morning before her mom would inevitably come in to start the day. Isabelle let Rabbity go, stretching her arms above her head, feeling as her well rested body extended upward, before allowing her arms to spread out at her sides. But as she did so, something happened that Isabelle had not quite expected; her the tips of her fingers on each hand hit something. Something hard. Isabelle winced and pulled her hands back in to safety. 'Did I roll in the night? Is my body sideways?' Isabelle wondered if she had simply hit her headboard. "But that wouldn't explain why my other hand hit something. Unless.......had Isabelle hit her headboard AND the footboard? 'Am I.....Am I big again?' Isabelle's eyelids fluttered open. She could hardly believe it. Could it really be? Isabelle turned to her left, her heart beating rapidly. 'Could it be all over?' Isabelle blinked in confusion at the sight that greeted her. It wasn't a headboard. And it certainly wasn't a footboard. No, before Isabelle were a series of wooden slats. As Isabelle gazed up and down her bed, she saw that the slats ran from below her feet to above her head. At the base of her bed was a solid piece of material Isabelle could not see through. But as her eyes traced the opposite side of her bed to her right, another series of slats rising up from the bed stood firm and tall. Isabelle didn't need to look behind her head to confirm what she already knew. Isabelle was laying in a crib. The crib itself was large enough that Isabelle fit more than comfortably. Even stretched out as much as she could, she could neither reach the top nor the bottom of it, and the tips of her fingers only grazed the edges when she reached out sideways. Isabelle sat up, her heart rate not slowing down, to take in the sight around her. The crib sat almost exactly where her bed had been, except laying in the other direction. with on of the crib's slatted sides resting against the back wall of her room. The crib's simple, but sturdy wooden frame was painted in a soft shade of lavender. The crib was adorned with delicate flowers, which ran down each of the cylindrical slats that kept Isabelle confined within in. The flowers were decorated in pinks, yellows, reds, and blues, and Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate the beauty and detail that had gone into it. Isabelle's small hands reached out as Isabelle sat but on her butt, pulling her legs toward her. Isabelle could feel the comforting squish move around underneath her, a smile naturally appearing on her face. Isabelle used her fingers to trace one of the flowers closest to her, her attention focused on the beauty of it rather than her situation. Isabelle pulled her hand back inward, placing it on the ground and using it, and her other hand, to lift herself to her feet. Between the soft, plush mattress, and her very soggy diaper, Isabelle struggle to lift herself up, eventually using the wooden slats as a crutch to steady herself. As she stood, Isabelle was surprised to see how high the slats reached, her gaze barely hovering above the barrier that kept her contained. Isabelle gazed around the rest of her room. For the most part, everything was still where it was supposed to be. Her dollhouse and toys lay in the corner to her right, looking recently used and played with. Her changing table, though appearing larger to her eyes since she last saw it, sat clean and blissfully along the wall. Isabelle's eyes moved to her left, where her closet stood tall and open, her clothes neatly hung on their usual racks. Isabelle's desk and coloring items were all perfectly organized where she had last seen them. However, as Isabelle's eyes moved to her immediate left, there was one difference. In the corner, where there had once been a nightstand, was a pile, so high Isabelle could hardly believe it, of stuffed animals. Isabelle looked and looked, seeing stuffie after stuffie piled high. Elephants and penguins, whales and lions. Each animal seemed larger than the rest. Isabelle needed to explore. More than anything, she felt the need to jump into the pile of stuffies. Isabelle did her best to lift herself up, intending to go over and out of the crib. "Shooey!" Isabelle exclaimed, unable to lift herself over. 'New strategy,' Isabelle thought to herself, this time swinging one leg up in an effort to get it over the side of the bed. 'MISS!' But Isabelle was not about to give up. With all of her might, Isabelle threw her leg over once more......... "GOT IT!" Isabelle called out, too excited to contain herself. But it was at that moment that the door to her bedroom opened up. Standing there, watching the scene unfold was her mom. And though in Isabelle's mind, she had never slept in that crib before once in her life, she had a sinking feeling she was violating some rules she should have known about. "ISABELLE!" Jane called out dashing over, and quickly picking Isabelle up from where she lay on top of the crib. "You're going to hurt yourself like that! Now I know you got to sleep in a big girl bed at Lola's," Jane explained as she lifted Isabelle up, kissing her stomach bad giving her diaper a quick sniff. 'After breakfast,' Jane told herself, as she hiked Isabell on to her hip, and proceeded to carry her toward the stairs. "Now I know you slept in a big girl bed at Lola's all weekend," Jane started explaining, as she descended the stairs. "And we can convert your crib into a little bed for you if you want. But I also know that you snuck into Lola's bed every night," Jane said playfully, as they rounded the hall into the kitchen. "And big girls who are ready for beds stay in their own bed all night. So, if you can promise to stay in your bed, we can change your crib.' Isabelle would promise no such thing, and so stayed silent. 'Waking up in Lola's bed is the best.' Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom plopped her onto her soggy diaper, into a similar, but less comfortable highchair than she had at Lola's house. 'This one has no padding on it!' Isabelle wanted to complain, but thought better of it. "No? Not ready?" Jane asked mockingly, as she laughed and started to make Isabelle a bowl of cereal. "Okkkkayyyy sweetie. That means you're staying in your crib. Right. Where. Mommy. Can. Keep. You." Jane said, before booping Isabelle on the nose. Isabelle couldn't contain her giggles. Isabelle didn't exactly want to stay in the crib either though. It wasn't that the mattress of the crib had been uncomfortable. 'In fact, the mattress was kind of amazing.' But it was more important thought her legs over the side of the crib, her tiny feet touching the cool floor beneath her. It was more that it was a crib. 'Cribs are for...' But Isabelle thought better of finishing her thought. 'Why? Why fight it?' Isabelle wondered instead. 'When every change happened to me, I fought it. And where did that get me? Nowhere.' Isabelle dipped her spoon into her cereal, scooping the first few bites into her mouth. 'I fought going down to tenth grade when I had to do my showcase. I fought going down to middle school. I fought it the whole way,' Isabelle thought, as milk dripped down from her face and on to her sleeping gown. 'Then I fought my whole may through fifth grade too. I ended up wetting my pants in the school cafeteria. That wasn't helpful. And it was because I fought it. Fought everything.' Isabelle felt her stomach gargle a bit as she continued to chow on her cereal, as much of it getting in her tummy as on it. 'Then I had to go to second grade. And that was just awful. There was no Lola. No Dani. No Mel. No anyone. And the accidents didn't even stop.' Isabelle clutched her spoon as she let her arms rest on her tray, lifting her butt off of the seat so it was hovering in the air. 'None of my theories worked either. Not the ones in high school. Not the ones in middle school. Not the ones in elementary school." Isabelle squeezed her spoon tighter, both understanding and not caring as to what was happening, as she pushed a huge load of poop into her diaper, smiling as the relief in her tiny tummy spread to all corners of her. 'And it wasn't until preschool, and until this weekend, that things started to improve.' Isabelle thought as she settled back down into her mess, feeling as the warm contents of her diaper spread in every which direction; up her backside, through the bottom and toward the front of her, and everywhere in between. 'In fact, it wasn't until after I threw my tantrum at Lola about the highchair, about the diapers, that things started getting resolved. It was only after....' Isabelle shifted some more, finding that, rather than bothering her, her messy diaper was actually quite comfortable. '.....after I simply accepted Lola's decisions, started letting all of this happening to me, that things got better. And they got WAY better.' Isabelle couldn't help but accept the truth of it. 'Now I am in possession of the star rod. Dani is going to bring me her magician or whatever. And it's all because I just let it go. Let it be. And the truth is.....' Isabelle scooped the rest of her cereal into her mouth, picking some of the marshmallows that had fallen off of her shirt. '.....truth is I'm happy. The truth is I really......really loved being Lola's little siter. Really love being mommy's little girl. Really love.......being me.' It was a hard reality to accept. And it didn't necessarily mean she was going to stop working to get back. 'But it also doesn't mean this has to be bad, especially when it's so good.' Isabelle thought, as she shifted around more in her dirty diaper with a smile. 'So stop fighting it,' Isabelle told herself. 'Stop fighting the crib. Stop fighting the car seat. Stop fighting it all, and just let it happen. And it'll all get better. It will. It will all be better,' Isabelle thought, smiling more and more. Isabelle sighed a deep breath of relief, as her mom's words replayed in her head once more. "\'As you grow up - and yes, you're still growing up - things are going to happen to you. Things are going to happen around you. Things you cannot explain. Things you don't always understand, or that don't make sense. And you won't be able to control it all. And that is really hard to accept.' 'But the truth is sweetie,' the replay continued, 'what you're going to have to learn to do, what a grown up learns to do, is that you need to accept the things that are happening, let them happen, all of it. And once you do, you can learn how to deal with those things.' 'Why hadn't I just listened to her earlier?' "All done sweetie?" Jane asked, snapping Isabelle out of her deep thoughts. "Seems like it! And..." Jane continued, before dramatically sniffing in the air. "...I think you're all done doing a big deposit for mommy, aren't you sweetie?" Isabelle giggled. She giggled because she knew it was true. She giggled and nodded, smiling, because she knew her mommy would clean and change her. She smiled because it was all better. *********** Isabelle sat happily in her stroller as her mom wheeled her down a hallway that had become all too familiar to her; she was off to preschool. Better yet, they had met Jess and Becky at the door, and so while their moms chatted, Isabelle got to hold Becky's hand as she walked alongside the stroller and eavesdrop. "..........pullups all weekend........................not once." "That's amazing!..................................long way away..........big stinky for mommy" "Oh not missing that................maybe she can..............." ".....oooh that would be nice.............show her how...................good example........." "..............Friday?.......................Again. It was fun last time........" "Uhh...yah. I think that works..................................sitter?" "I'll take care of it............................." 'Becky!" Jane now called out louder. "I am so proud of you. Your mommy just told me how you didn't have ANY accidents all weekend. What a big girl you are! You'll be in big girl panties before we know it!" "Uh-huh!" was all Becky responded. As week ago, Isabelle would have been irritated, both by the news and her mom's intonation. But today? "Yay Becky!" Isabelle said, as she clapped her hands. Jane bent down with a smile, proud that her daughter was being supportive, and unbuckled the harness to the stroller. "Have fun you two!" Jess called, as Isabelle and Becky skipped into class together, each of their dresses bouncing as they did. "They are just too damn cute sometimes." Jess added, as she watched Jane fold up the stroller. "But we're stopping for coffee before you go to work. I want to hear all about Sam folding you up this weekend." Jess said, as she started walking back down the hall. "That doesn't even make sense!" Jane called after her. But Jane was smiling nonetheless, the memory of having been "folded" up more times than she could count too fresh, and too damn good. ***************** It was the best day Isabelle had had at preschool since she started there. Isabelle finally felt like she could be her complete self. There was nothing to worry about. 'It's all just so......just so.......perfect.' Isabelle thought, as Miss Deena went through morning story time. The particular story of the morning dealt with numbers and counting. Though the students were encouraged to count along, Isabelle found herself completely lost, unable to do so. Something else stood out that day as well. Isabelle watched as Miss Samantha and Miss Kelly moved around the class, helping students by taking them to the bathroom. It was a relief Isabelle found, when they passed right by her, even as they helped Becky who had signaled Miss Kelly over to help her. In fact, Isabelle found that without the constant need to focus on going to the potty and to make it on time, her mind was free to focus on other matters. No longer would her studies, her experiments, her theories be disturb. Instead, she was left entirely undisturbed, free to do as she pleased. 'It's just wonderful,' Isabelle thought, as she released her bladder freely and without a care for the second, 'or maybe third?' time that morning. Her diaper drooped merrily into her leggings, as Isabelle went from activity to activity, free as a bird. It was only at lunch time that Isabelle was finally interrupted, even if briefly. "Okay there sogster," Miss Kelly said as Isabelle took another bite of her Linguini-O's. "Let's get you into a fresh diaper." There had been no chastising. No negative remarks to make her feel badly. No indication that Isabelle had done anything wrong. Anything other than what she was supposed to, as Miss Kelly lifted her up, pressing her warm, soaked diaper comfortable against her. skin. Isabelle didn't object as Miss Kelly laid her down on the changing table, even releasing a yawn she had built yup. Isabelle didn't object as Miss Kelly slipped a pacifier into Isabelle's mouth, or when she hummed a lullaby as she changed her. Isabelle let it all happen; the wipes, cold as they were, the lotion, smooth as it was, the powder, its scent unparalleled as it was, before she was quickly taped up and returned to her lunch table with Becky, Miss Kelly picking up Julia to repeat the process. Isabelle smiled as she walked back toward her lunch table and passed by the potty chart. Isabelle's eyes were immediately drawn to the middle section, where she spotted Becky's name. 'She graduated!' Isabelle thought to herself. Soon enough, Becky's name would be firmly in the section at the left for "Big Boys" and Big Girls." Normally, Isabelle knew that was reserved for kids in big boy or girl panties. 'Becky must be close." And then there was her name, Isabelle recognized. It was listed right next to Julia's on the right side, in the section titled "Learning the Ropes!" Isabelle smiled because it was perfect for her. She held no ill will toward Becky - Isabelle was in fact, still learning the ropes, if you could even call it that. Isabelle shifted her legs, feeling the sweet, sweet comfort of her fresh diaper. 'I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.' After lunch ended, Isabelle was happy for her nap time. She was exhausted from the morning, and was feeling sleepier than usual. 'More to do this afternoon,' Isabelle thought, as she laid her head down to rest. The afternoon passed faster than Isabelle realized. After waking up wet, Isabelle Becky, and Julia gathered around a pile of wooden blocks with divots for rails along the sides for free play time. 'Let's build a train track!" Becky suggested, as Isabelle and Julia clapped, nodding in agreement. Isabelle plopped onto her wet butt, picking up a few blocks to inspect them. 'The mission was clear: to create the most magnificent train track ever seen.' Isabelle, her golden curls bouncing as she moved, set the first wooden block down. "This can be the train station!" Isabelle called out, her friends nodding in agreement. Julia grinned mischievously at her friends and said, "Let's build the track to go through the mountains! These are the mountains! Over here!" Julia called out, pointing toward the reading nook which currently had a disinterested occupant in it. Isabelle thought it was a fantastic idea. Becky also nodded enthusiastically. "And we can make a bridge over the river!" Becky called out, as she laid down one of the blue nap mats on the floor between the station and the mountains. Isabelle, not to be left out of creating an obstacle, added one more in with a soft smile, "Don't forget the tunnels through the forest. These will be the trees!" Isabelle explained, setting up some large plastic trees that were part of the house set along the way. And so, with creativity filling their minds, and not to mention laughter filling the room, the toddling trio began arranging the wooden blocks on the floor, from the station, and along their route. Isabelle laid down a straight piece to start off of the station, figuring a smooth ride to start would be helpful. But her excitement grew, and became infectious as she moved on to curved and twisty pieces, before the tracks ran close to the river. Becky took over at that point, carefully placing several elevated bridge segments. The girls watched as Becky built the bridge strong and sturdy. To Isabelle, it wasn't just a napping mat that lay before her. No, it was clear as day that a sparkling river was flowing through the class, and Becky's bridge had overcome it. "First obstacle down!" Becky called out, as the three girls embraced for a hug. It was Isabelle's turn now, as she took several large, curving pieces, and wound them through their trees. No - not the plastic trees that had once been there. Those were long gone, Isabelle realized, as she ducked her head under a branch only she could see. In their place were the most majestic California Redwoods, rising high, through the very ceiling of the class, and climbing way up to the sky. Julia took over from there, but it was no easy feet. Isabelle could see it - a narrow, steep, and winding path up the mountainside. "Careful Julia!" Isabelle called, as Julia navigated the treacherous rocks and cliffsides, building her mountain pass up, and then around the mountain, so there would be safe return for the passengers. As they worked together, the track evolved into a mesmerizing landscape of winding paths, bridges, and tunnels. The girls' cooperation was a symphony of laughter and shared ideas, each block fitting into place like a puzzle piece. "Look!" Isabelle exclaimed, as Julia laid the last piece connecting the railroad back to the station. "Our trains are ready to explore!" Becky and Julia cheered, and each of the girls picked up their train, starting it at the station. First, Becky went, pushing her train along the tracks. Isabelle went next, following Becky's lead around the first few bends, toward the river. Isabelle could hear as Julia started after her, right on her tail. "Choo-choo!" Isabelle called out, making train sounds as she pushed the engine forward. The girls giggled as they watched their trains navigate the twists and turns of their carefully crafted track. Becky's eyes lit up as she turned and announced, "Time to climb the mountain!" Becky went first, and Isabelle watched as she climbed, climbed, and climbed into the mountain pass. 'I'm next,' Isabelle thought, as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, pushing her train upward with all her might. Isabelle pushed and pushed, braving the cold winds and blustering snow of the mountain pass. She pushed and pushed some more, fighting through snow drifts and narrow cliffsides. She pushed again, around steep cliffs and icy terrain. Until finally, as she approached the end, Isabelle pushed one last time. Except Isabelle's train had stopped. Isabelle wasn't pushing her train any longer. Instead, Isabelle was pushing something else. Something large. Something stinky. And Isabelle was pushing it all into her diaper. Isabelle pushed and pushed, unconcerned about her conduct as she filled her diaper until it would expand no more. Isabelle pushed and pushed some more, her poop spreading outward and forward with nowhere else to go. Isabelle pushed again, emptying the contents of her bowels into every inch of her overloaded diaper. Until finally, she approached the end, and there was nothing left to push out. Even then Isabelle pushed one last time. "Beep Beep Isabelle!" Isabelle turned to see it was Julia, who had caught up to her on the mountainside, seemingly oblivious as to what Isabelle had just done. "Sorry Julia!" Isabelle called back, as she re-ignited her engines, and crawled forward, easing her train over and through the mountain pass, before taking it back to the station. Playtime continued, and the girls ran their trains through their track over and over again. As they did, the girls took turns being the train conductor - the designated title for the lead train, Julia going next, and Isabelle going third. It wasn't until the fifth run around the tracks that Becky took a spot behind Isabelle, and caught wind of what her friend had done. "Miss Samantha! Miss Samantha!" Becky called out, as the teacher passed by. "Isabelle made a poopy." Isabelle hadn't even noticed what Becky had done, having bene too distracted when her train broke down in the forest past the bridge. Isabelle was started when Miss Samantha scooped her up and patted her butt. "Oh Isabelle. This diaper is going to explode its so full!" Miss Samantha stifled a laugh. "I'll bring your conductor right back after she gets a much needed diaper change. I think this diaper has enough in it to fuel all your trains right now." Isabelle giggled as Miss Samantha carried her to the changing table. *************************** "And then we had lunch mommy. And then I hadda nap. And then we played trains! It was the best. I made the station. And the Forest. And Becky made the river and the bridge. And Julia. Julia. Julia....Julia made the mountain mommy. And then we all made the tracks. It was the bestest." Jane smiled as she finished latherin Isabelle's body with baby soap, flipping her over on to her stomach in the tub so Jane could wash between the girl's butt cheeks. "I'm so happy you had a fun day sweetie," Jane smiled at her daughter, as she took a wash cloth with her free hand and started cleaning off the soap. "Yah!" Isabelle called out, as Jane started to drain the tub, her daughter now clean, head to toe. 'At least until her next accident,' Jane joked to herself. Jane was really impressed with how well Lola had done with Isabelle, but it was clear that bath time had been skipped over the weekend. Isabelle allowed her mom to wrap her up in her towel, before setting her down on the closed toilet seat to brush Isabelle's hair. "It was mommy. But I miss Lola. Can we see Lola and Sam tomorrow?" Jane smiled. She was happy Isabelle had enjoyed her time with Lola so much. "I don't know sweetie. Lola has school tomorrow. But we're going to have dinner with her on Wednesday again.' Isabelle winced, her mom catching a knot in Isabelle's long hair. "Sorry sweetie. Sorry. But yes, you'll see Lola on Wednesday. That's pretty good, isn't it?' 'It'll have to do, Isabelle thought,' disappointed. "Otay mo.....moh.......mommmy," Isabelle said through a yawn. "I'm sweepy." Jane watched as Isabelle's eyes practically rolled back into her head. "Okay hunny," Jane said, finishing her brushing job. "Let's get you into a diaper and into bed," Jane said, picking Isabelle up. Isabelle let her head rest on her mom's shoulders, nodding and smiling. Soon, she would be in bed, comfy, cozy, and wonderful. Isabelle simply needed to just let it all happen.

Thank you so much for your kind words! The car seat does sound comfy, doesn't? I am a very visual person as well, so I do the same. I just want everyone else to see what I see when I picture Isabelle and co. in my head, so I am thrilled to hear that you've been able to do the same. Thank you for your comments and support!

I suppose we'll both have to wait to find out! So far her theories haven't worked out so well. But perhaps the Star Rod one will be different. The part you quoted is just one part of her tale, and I tried to reflect in the following few paragraphs. I think Isabelle has, in many ways, come to really love what has happened to her. But it isn't surprising to me she's still trying to get back, even if its just a matter of being fixated on the goal. I think readers can expect to see some real self-reflection as Isabelle tries decide what it is she may want. I happen to think so. I am glad you do too! I' still hoping to find an artist to bring it to life (still searching!) Thank you for continuing to be such a wonderful and supportive reader🥰. I'm trying to engage with commenters more between chapters now.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 53 "So, what was in there?" The question was so innocent. But that didn't make it easy. Lola tapped her fingers against the kitchen counter nervously. Lola raised her free hand to her head, running it through her head, her anxiety palpable. She hadn't slept very well the night prior, though Isabelle crawling into the bed around 3 AM had helped. Lola made sure to snuggle her extra specially last night. How could anyone even begin to answer the question though, innocent as it may have been? There was no common sense answer to provide. The journal was a relic, one that proved magic indeed existed. It contained the very real, very present thoughts of a teenager, one who had been much like Lola and Dani, yet was no longer. It was a journal of a journey unheard of, one that would never be taken seriously. Not from a toddler. And not from a teen. It was a journal reflecting a certain kind of madness, a tragic descent from adulthood to babyhood, with no signs that it might stop. The writings, which were once coherent, had all but descended into scribbles, the very last of which was, although decent enough for someone Isabelle's age, were messy and and required deciphering. Even the theories were a reflection of the impact the magic had had. From well rounded theories with scientific and medical bases, to investigations of pranks, through galaxies and theories of cosmic interference, all the way down to magic itself. The irony of this was that magic, in fact, was starting to seem like the only viable explanation. And how could anyone explain what they read in that journal to someone? No doubt the tale would be doubted. But even if presented, would anyone believe it was real? Would anyone really consider the journal itself was not the prank, that it was concocted either as a joke, or a figment of a far madder person's imagination? Was there any humor to it all? Would her mother believe it? Would her friends believe it? Teachers? Doctors? Scientists? Or had the memory of what was once true been lost on everyone. It was a sad story, really. That was what the journal was at its core. Sad. It told the story of a girl, who had the world in front of her, have it all taken away. And there was nothing she could do about. It seemed like she tried everything. In the end, she was reduced to person that was not even recognizable as compared to who she once was. But sometimes a story, even history, can be misleading. Did the journal really tell the complete tale? Was the joy that its author felt throughout her journey reflected in each stroke of the pen? Was the artist's laughter, her giggles, her dimpled smile, captured by the colors that wound their way through her drawings? Was the love the journal's owner received and gave found between the pages documenting her descent? Or was the journal simply one part of the story? Of her story. Lola itched her hair once more. She sun had been blocked out all morning by the rainy clouds that hung overhead. It was going to be a wet, gloomy day. 'Fitting,' Lola thought to herself. Lola was feeling rather gloomy herself, as her eyes glanced over toward Isabelle. Isabelle was smiling, gleefully sitting on her butt in front of the television, singing along to whatever cartoon Lola had found that morning for Isabelle to watch. Lola watched as Isabelle's braided hair bounced from side to side, like a grandfather clock ticking away the seconds. 'How much time was left?' Lola wondered It was an apt metaphor, Lola thought, bringing her coffee mug to her mouth, her eyes fixed on Isabelle. Lola wanted to smile. She did. But she couldn't. She simply couldn't. Not today......... .... .... .... ... "HELLLLLLOOO. Earth to Lola," Dani said, waving her hand obnoxiously in front of her friends face. "Are you there? Is anyone home? I asked you a question." Lola snapped out of her haze, moving her gaze off of Isabelle and back toward Dani. Lola starred at her friend. it was as though the last several minutes hadn't existed at all, even if Lola knew they had. "Huh?" It was a responsive reflective of Lola's challenging morning. Dani smiled. "I asked you a question. What. Was. In. There?" Dani said, speaking slowly as though to mock Lola for her inability to answer the question. "Oh. I. Ummmm..........." Lola set her mug down, taking a deep breath. ... ... ... "I don't know." It was an honest answer. But Lola could see Dani wanted more. "What I mean to say is, I didn't look." Lola could see the disappointment on Dani's face. "I mean. I flipped through it, like I told you." Lola explained. "And I saw some of Isabelle's drawings. But there was someone else's drawings too. They clearly weren't Isabelle's. And then there were all sorts of notes on the first few pages. Some seemed really personal at a glance. So I didn't read it. It may be her mom's. Or a recycled book she found that she's just coloring in. Either way, it wasn't my business." There was perhaps a world where Lola had read the journal, one where the course of events that proceeded from that day were markedly different than the ones that took place. But that was not this world. Not yet, at least. "Sorry," Lola added, as if to explain why she didn't respond right away. "Just a little sad she won't be waking up here tomorrow. It's strange...but I am going to miss having her here." "No I get that. I do. But Journal. No read? Seriously?" Dani asked surprised, acting playfully as she sat down next to Lola, caressing her friends back with one hand, and tapping the journal with her free hand. "This could have insight into future step-mom's life!" Lola scoffed at her friend again, but Dani was not about to cease her use of familial terms - it was simply too much fun getting a rise out of Lola. "Maybe its like, her journal, like a diary or something. Maybe I should just take a peek for us both......" Dani sarted to say, as she flipped open the book, revealing the contents of the third page or so. "See look. There is a list here about......." Lola snapped the book shut before Dani could read much. "No thank you. I mean it. It really isn't any of our business. And it really isn't a very good drawing book for Belly. But her drawing did give me an idea of how to spend the day today. You going to stick around?" Dani let her shoulders fall, disappointed that Lola wouldn't let her read the journal. But Lola was clear on her decision. "Yah. I need to go home this afternoon though. What's the plan?" It was at that moment that Isabelle decided to speak up. Well, not speak to be exact. But there was certainly an audible noise that was coming from the living room which drew both Dani and Lola's attention. Isabelle had lifted herself up on to her knees, her digestive system having woken up and indicated to her it was time to go. And so, with her eyes peeled on the television, Isabelle churned her face, and pushed a large load of poop into her diaper. Lola and Dani smiled as they watched Isabelle's diaper sag down from her pajama pants, until it was just barely hanging above the floor in her pants. Then, as quickly as she had started, Isabelle's body visibly relaxed, and she sat back down on her butt, squelching her poop against her butt cheeks as she found a comfortable spot to settle and continue watching her show. "Well," Lola said, draining her coffee, and setting the mug down. "First things first I suppose. But then were off to the store." **************************** "We're going to have so much fun today. I have a surprise planned for you Belly!" Lola explained, as she helped ease Isabelle little rubber rainboots on to her feet. "Just because its wet outside, doesn't mean we can't have fun in here!" Isabelle was all smiles as she rested her right arm on Lola's left shoulder, steadying herself as Lola helped her get her second rainboot on. "I like surprises!" Isabelle responded. The morning had been fun so far, despite the rain. Isabelle had gotten to wake up in bed with Lola again, which made her feel safe and loved. Lola and Dani had sat with her while she ate breakfast, chatting away as Isabelle listened about the rest of the night after Lola had carried her up to bed. "I even got to watch a bunch of cartoons again!' Isabelle thought to herself. "Okay. Give me your hand," Lola instructed, as she opened the door to the house, guiding Isabelle out under her umbrella. 'No need to haul the stroller with us for a short trip," Lola thought, as she watched as Isabelle leaped into the very first puddle she saw on the stoop, splashing the water in every direction. "Okay, let's not be doing that." Lola said, her own leggings taking the brunt of the explosion. Isabelle giggled, finding her actions to be quite hilarious. Isabelle did her best to keep up as she held on to Lola's hand, who guided her to her mom's car in the driveway. "Other side cutie," Lola explained, as they walked together around to the driver side of the car, as Dani climbed into the front seat. Lola opened the back seat door, setting the umbrella down beside her. "Up we go," Lola said, as she picked Isabelle up to place her in the car. Isabelle felt herself placed down into the car. But it wasn't right. It was strange. Isabelle realized there was something off right away, as her booster seat was far more plush, with a softer, and thicker cushion underneath her. But it wasn't just her butt that was softer. No, Isabelle also felt as her head rested back against a softer surface as well. 'Did Lola restuff the headrests in mom's car?' Isabelle wondered, before she could process what was happening. But it was not long before she did. Sometime between the sides of her head finding a foreign cushion. Once Lola had her firmly and securely buckled in. Somewhere between the time Isabelle felt the cushion of her seat envelope her, and the closing of the car door, she figured it out. Gone was her booster seat. And in its place was a very familiar object, one she had once buckled Eric into herself. Isabelle was in a car seat. The car seat was a symphony of sleek lines and plush cushioning. Its sophisticated exterior, a harmonious blend of onyx black and soothing gray, exuded an air of understated elegance. The seat itself possessed one patch a pink, a splash of color to signal both the sex of its occupant, and provide it some whimsy of fun. Yet, it was the features within that truly set it apart. As Lola set Isabelle down in the seat, Lola noticed the soft padding that cradled the toddler's body. Isabelle was not tense at all, her body immediately relaxing as Lola buckled her in. The memory foam of the seat molded perfectly around Isabelle's body, confirming that it was indeed her seat, and had been for some time. Lola pulled against the five-point harness crossing Isabelle's chest, confirming for her own mental well-being that Isabelle wasn't going anywhere. Lola fastened the seatbelt that anchored the car seat in place, and handed Isabelle a sippy cup filled with water. Lola then shut the car door with a smile. Lola was able to climb into the driver seat knowing Isabelle was safe. God forbid they were in an accident, Lola was sure the car seat's reinforced steel frame would protect Isabelle from any danger on the road. The car seat offered a sturdy protection that gave Lola peace of mind as she started the car, and put it into drive, easing her way down the driveway and onto the town road. As they set off for the store, Isabelle felt herself sink into the car seat. 'No, it's almost as if I am melting into it,' Isabelle thought, as she ignored the conversation taking place in the front seat. Isabelle wanted to feel rage, wanted her anger to boil at the fact that she was not even consulted that her booster seat had been removed from the car. Isabelle wanted to want to yell, and scream, to object to the childish treatment that she was continuing to receive. 'It's like the booster seat all over again,' Isabelle thought, as she willed her frustration her angst to boil, to overflow, to erupt. But it simply didn't. And Isabelle felt no rage. She felt no frustration. She felt no disappointment or irritation at all. In fact, she felt happy. Happy as she fell away into a world of comfort. Each turn of the car pressed her body further into the cushioned surfaces that seemingly surrounded her legs, her sides, her head. Isabelle fell deeper and deeper into the blissful security of the car seat, the harness pressing the soft, thick, and cushy padding her diaper firmly against her skin. It was a comfort much like her high chair had provided her at lunch. 'And I can still sort of see out of the window,' Isabelle noted for herself. Lola stole a glance at Isabelle through the rearview mirror, as they turned on to the main highway. Lola couldn't help but smile, her heart warmed by the little girl's joyful giggles as the car turned and sped up. The car seat wasn't just a safety feature; it was a haven that allowed Isabelle to experience the world beyond their doorstep in complete comfort. "........have the list of stuff?..........." "...............so much fun.............................more than her, I think......" "honestly, me......................................actually gave me an idea for next week......................." "...................if she's cool with it. Maybe she wants it........................................" "I guess................................There. The turn is there." Lola pulled into the parking lot of the store that was their destination. It took a few loops in the store lot to find a parking spot close to the entrance, but considering how the rain was at torrential levels, it would be worth it. "Okay. Here we are Belly. We're going to have to move quickly to stay dry, so I'm going to carry you in," Lola explained, as Isabelle watched her open the umbrella outside the car, and step out. Dani, for her part, bolted as fast as she could from the car to the entrance, disappearing out of sight. Lola unbuckled Isabelle as she dropped her empty sippy cup to the floor. Lola pulled Isabelle close to her body and under the umbrella, before shutting the car door behind her and locking it. Isabelle wrapped her arms around Lola's neck to help, her legs barely dangling down to Lola's waist. "Let's go," Lola said, as she jogged with Isabelle through the lot awkwardly, not used to hauling the extra weight around her neck. "Wheweeeeee Belly. It is really wet out there," Lola exclaimed, as they found shelter in the store. Lola shook the umbrella off before folding it up, making her way toward Dani who had collected a shopping cart. "Thanks for your help back there," Lola said sarcastically, as she settled Isabelle's legs through the child's seat in the cart so that Isbaelle was facing Lola as she pushed the cart. Isabelle immediately noticed how uncomfortable the metal framed seat was compared to her car seat. 'But at least I get to look at Lola in here.' "What?" Dani replied, as she stroked Isabelle's blonde curls. 'Every woman for herself. I didn't even have an umbrella," Dani added, as she walked beside Lola pushing the cart through the store. Isabelle hadn't been sure at first, but once they were inside, recognized where they were. It was a Michelle's, a chain of craft stores that was loaded with art and craft supplies. Isabelle's eyes were popping out of her head as Lola wheeled her through aisle after aisle, each having more colors and supplies than the last. Isabelle tried her best to reach each shelf from the cart as they moved through the store, managing to pull more than a few things she thought looked fun into the car without either Dani or Lola seeing. 'We're going to have a fun art project," Lola explained to Isabelle as Lola and Dani worked very decisively to put certain items into the cart. "And I think you're really going to like what we make Belly." Lola and Dani shared a smile. It was killing Isabelle that she was the only one who didn't know what they were going to be making. 'But it only builds the excitement!' Isabelle realized, as she yanked another package of glitter off of a hook, dropping it into the cart while Dani and Lola were distracted. Lola and Dani were efficient, and not 20 minutes after they entered the store, they were standing in line at the cash, setting their items down on the belt to check out. "I don't remember getting this....what's this.....and this for Lolz?" Dani asked, genuinely curious as she pulled some haphazard items Isabelle had dropped into the cart out to pay. Lola smiled, realizing what had happened. "Seems a little menace was throwing things in the cart when we weren't looking, isn't that right Belly?" Lola said, as she returned to Isabelle and tickled her. Isabelle couldn't help but laugh and squeal as Lola tickle attacked her, releasing her bladder instantly into her diaper. Her pee forced its way around her sides and under her butt, having little room in the front as Isabelle was pressed right up against the metal seat. Dani removed Isabelle's items from the cart - "except the glitter, let's keep that," Lola called back to Dani. "And that one too - that's a present." Lola quickly paid for the supplies, and Isabelle soon found herself being pushed toward the exit. Lola picked Isabelle up, setting the cart back in the stack, and prepared for her dash back to the car. "It seems someone had a little tinkle time in the store, didn't she sweetie," Lola remarked, as she patted Isabelle's drooping diaper from over her pants. Isabelle didn't think much of it, and didn't respond. "That's no problem sweetie. No problem at all," Lola continued, conversing with herself, as she carried Isabelle out quickly to the car, the three girls setting off for Lola's ***************** Lola spread out the art supplies across the table Lola had unfolded in her basement. The table was only ever really used once a year, when Lola and her dad put together puzzles over the Christmas holiday. Lola figured there would be no harm in using it for their little project. In fact, as Lola set out the supplies—malleable cardboard pieces, glittery papers, colorful markers, shiny ribbons, and an array of stickers-Lola could practically feel the spirit of the holidays coming off of the table. "Okay, team," Lola declared, "today, we're going to make a magical wand called........the Star Rod!" Isabelle's entire body went stiff, her eyes darting to meet Lola's. "Now, this is no easy want to make," Lola explained. "It possesses extremely strong magical powers. And so it's very important that we follow this EXCEPTIONAL blueprint without fail!" Lola placed a very neatly torn out page containing the Star Rod drawing Isabelle had made, placing it at the center of the table. 'Could we truly......truly be making the wand I need?' Isabelle wondered, as she stared back and forth from her drawing, to Lola and Dani, unconcerned that Lola had removed a page from her investigative journal. Lola reach behind her, and set something down in the center of the table. 'There it is....' Isabelle thought, staring at the special item Lola had stood up: a long, cylindrical wooden piece that they would transform into the Star Rod. Isabelle could feel the power emanating from the base of the rod toward where she was. 'This is it.' Isabelle simply couldn't contain her excitement. "YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!" Isabelle was calling out, as she leaped in circles around the table, as Dani and Lola chuckled at her enthusiasm. "That's right," Dani chimed in. "And it's going to be the most enchanting wand ever!" Isabelle didn't need to be told twice. She knew what power the wand held. And here were her friends, as always, there for her in her time of need. Together, they would craft the magical wand, and Isabelle would be one step closer to her salvation. With Lola and Dani's guidance, the three girls began the crafting adventure. "Look at all these colors, Isabelle!" Dani exclaimed. "What color should we start with?" Isabelle giggled and pointed to a bright blue paint, her eyes sparkling. Isabelle dipped her fingers into a bowl of paint, her face lighting up as she spread color onto the wooden stick. Isabelle took her time, frequently consulting her blueprint to ensure that she was coloring the rod to specifications. Lola and Dani joined in, electing to use paint brushes rather than their finders, shading the rod and creating more defined lines to correct for Isabelle's haphazard mess. From Isabelle's perspective, however, it had all been here.. As they painted, Isabelle began to share the story about the Star Rod, weaving tales of magical realms and dreams coming true. Isabelle left out the true purpose she would need it for. 'But Lola and Dani are entitled to know of its power,' Isabelle decided. 'Perhaps they could even get a wish from it too.' Lola and Dani played happily along as Isabelle told unbelievable tales, asking questions to ensure they understood exactly how the Star Rod worked. 'Hmmm so it needs a magic caster, does it now?" Dani asked, making a suggestive head nod toward Lola that Isabelle didn't pick up on. 'Yes!" Isabelle confirmed, as she allowed Lola to begin wiping her fingers clear of the paint. The poor girl had gotten paint all over her shirt, pants, and even her face which she just insisted on touching. In fact, there was even a spot of dried purple paint in Isabelle's nostril where the girl had picked her nose after just dipping her fingers in the freshly poured purple paint. "We need to find someone with magic first so they can give us all our wishes!" "Hmmmmmm. You know what Isabelle," Lola offered, as she started to wipe Isabelle's second hand. "I think Dani may just be able to find someone with magic powers. But it may take her.......oh I don't know....six days or so to find them," Lola explained, responding to Dani's inquiry without revealing their plan to Isabelle. Isabelle's jaw nearly dropped. "Can you Dani? Can you really?" It was all coming together. Isabelle was going to solve the conundrum. It would all be resolved. "Oh, oh yes. I think I can sweetie," Dani responded, pulling out the pliable cardboard that she started shaping into a three dimensional star. "I am pretty certain I'll be able to." Lola and Isabelle started working on the decorations, as Dani worked to craft the star for the top of the wand. Isabelle selected sparkling sticky stars to add to the wand's handle, giggling as she carefully placed them onto the wooden stick. Lola helped guide the placement, steadying Isabelle's wobbly hands as they worked together to place the stars in a spiral up the wand's handle "Star is ready!" Dani announced, as she put the finishing touches on shaping the bright, yellow star. "Want to put some gold glitter on it Belly?" 'What a ridiculous question,' Isabelle thought. 'Of course I do.' Isabelle nodded faster than she knew her head could move. Dani smiled, and helped Isabelle apply some glue on to the star, careful not to damage it, as Isabelle dumped clumps of glitter everywhere. Dani than used a hot glue gun to secure the star to the rod. "Now," Lola announced, "let's add a touch of ribbon to make it even more magical." Dani showed Isabelle how to tie a ribbon onto the wand, creating a flowing tail that would dance in the breeze. Isabelle watched in fascination, mimicking Dani's actions as best as her tiny hands could. With Lola's help, Isabelle was able to secure the ribbon to the base, the blue tails flowing in the air. As the final touches were added, the Star Rod came to life—a kaleidoscope of colors, glitter, and imagination. "It's perfect," Isabelle said, her eyes shining with pride. Isabelle couldn't help but clap her hands, her face glowing with accomplishment. Dani held up the Star Rod and declared, "With this wand, all wishes can come true," as she handed it to Isabelle. Isabelle's eyes widened, and she took the Star Rod in her hands, holding it with a mixture of wonder and delight. Isabelle could feel its power rupture through her body, her bladder releasing at as it did and filling her soggy diaper up even more. Isabelle turned her gaze to Lola and Dani. She knew what she needed to do. "Thank you.........thank you so much." Isabelle said, as a yawn emerged from her teeny mouth. "You're welcome sweetie," Lola responded. "Why don't we leave the wand with Dani for now," Lola stood up, taking the wand and handing it back to Dani, "while I take you upstairs." Lola lifted Isabelle up, the weight of her wet diaper pulling her pants down. "Someone needs a fresh diaper. And a nap." Isabelle didn't protest. Before Lola even had her on the ground floor, Isabelle was asleep on Lola's shoulder. ********* Isabelle sat in her high chair as Lola put bits of cut up chicken pieces on her tray for her to eat. After putting Isabelle down for her nap, Lola and Dani took longer than expected to clean the basement. 'She got glitter EVERYWHERE," Dani complained, seemingly unable to even find it all. "It's like she tried to find new places to throw it." Lola smiled. It was a complete mess, and by the time they finished, Dani said her goodbye and was off, Star Rod in her possession. Dani was careful to cover it in a few plastic bags to protect it from the ceaseless downpour. Lola was exhausted from the weekend. But she knew her dad and Jane would be home soon, and that Isabelle would want to eat dinner soon after she woke from her nap. So Lola worked to tidy up the house. She stripped her bed and washed the sheets, the faint linger of Isabelle's soiled diapers having made their home in her room. Lola then tidied up the kitchen, and started to make dinner. "I think I'm going to have to put myself to bed early tonight too," Lola told herself, as she put two chicken breasts into the pre-heated oven, just as she heard Isabelle call to her from upstairs. Lola had placed Isabelle in front of the television while she finished dinner. Before the chicken was done, Lola felt her cell phone ring. Seeing it was her dad, she quickly picked it up, putting it on speaker phone. Isabelle turned her head as Lola spoke, catching parts of the conversation. "Hey dad." "..........in the car......" "Oh cool. Hey Jane.............fun?" "....................possible without you..........................little angel?" "She's good..................bed with me again.............television....................dinner.......................exhausted." ".......not used to being able to do that.............cant' get out on her own at home...............taste of what it's like................." "Hah. I'm not sure about that," Lola said, as she made her way over to Isabelle, sitting down next to her on the floor. Lola slipped her hand down Isabelle's pants, slipping her fingers into Isabelle's diaper to check on it as her dad and Jane continued to speak. "Well were on our way back," Isabelle heard Sam explain, the phone now close enough to hear it all. 'But we're going to be a little later than expected. The rain on the roads is really bad. Are you guys okay there." "Yup," Lola responded, removing her hand from Isabelle's diaper, it only having been wet once, Lola determined, since she was put down for her nap. "Well see you when we see you. It's no problem. We're going to have a quiet night here I think." "Thank you Lola." It was Jane speaking now. "How's my little princess? Is she behaving?" "HI MOMMMMMY!" The sound of her mom's voice for the first time in days warmed Isabelle's heart. She couldn't wait to see her mom again. "HI SWEETIE!" Jane called back. Lola laughed - it sounded like Jane had as much enthusiasm in her voice as Isabelle. "I can't wait to see you baby. You be a good girl for Lola for a little bit longer, okay? Mommy is coming as fast as she can!" "OTAY MOMMY!" Isabelle called back, before turning back to her television show. "Don't worry Jane, we're all good here. We'll see you soon. Say Bye-bye Belly!" "BYE MOMMMMY I LOVE YOU!" "Bye sweetie. And goodbye Lola - see you soon!" After dinner, Lola didn't have much energy to play, so lifted Isabelle out of her high chair and brough her downstairs to the theater. "How about we put on a movie while we wait for you mommy?" Lola proposed, setting Isabelle down in the middle chair in the front. 'Sounds fun!" Isabelle responded. "But can we not watch the monster movie?" Lola laughed. "No, we won't watch the monster movie. We'll watch something better. How do you feel about Rover-Roo? Do you know who that is?" Lola asked, as she flipped through Getflix, spotting the movie. Lola turned to see Isabelle smiling and nodding. "Perfect, I'll put that on." Lola recalled starting the movie. She recalled the opening music play as she reclined her seat. Lola recalled Isabelle climbing off of her own chair, and laying down on Lola instead. Lola even recalled the group find their first clue. But Lola didn't remember anything else, as she fell fast asleep with Isabelle in her arms. ******************** "Helllloooooooo there." Lola heard Jane's voice call, as her eyes shot open, spotting Jane standing over her, and her dad standing behind Jane laughing, holding his phone out and taking a photo. Lola started to shift to sit up, panicking that Jane might be angry that she fell asleep. But she realized she had Isabelle laying on top of her, and so thought better of it. "Looks like you needed a nap too, huh?" Sam joked, making sure to be quiet enough not to wake Isabelle. "Oh hush," Jane said, playfully slapping Sam's shoulder, who feigned pain at the hit. "And don't worry about waking her Lola. It's okay." Lola nodded, as she gently shook Isabelle to wake up. "Belly. Bellllllyyyyyy......Wake up. Look who's here Belly. It's your mommy....." Isabelle slowly opened her eyes, fighting off her exhaustion as best she could. ".........huh.........Mom....mommy!" Isabelle called, as she climbed off of Lola and into her mom's waiting arms. Lola watched as Jane scooped Isabelle up tightly into her arms, holding her snugly against her body. "My sweet, sweet little girl. Mommy missed you SO much!" Jane said, as she kissed Isabelle on her head before holding her back out. "Did you have SO much fun with Lola. It looks like she took extra good care of you!" Isabelle rubbed her eyes and nodded. "I had the bestest time mommy. Can I stay with Lola again soon? Can I? Can I please?" Lola's felt like her heart was going to explode. She was overwhelmed with love, and was so happy that Isabelle had actually had fun with her. "Oh, well, I think Lola needs a little recovery from having so much fun with you all weekend," Jane explained. "But as soon as she does," Jane said, now looking at Isabelle, "You can stay with Lola whenever she has time to watch you. Mommy trusts her completely." No. Lola had been wrong. NOW her heart felt like it was going to explode, and it took everything she had in her not to cry then and there. "Thank you Jane. And she's always welcome." "Let's get you home to bed sweetie. You have a long day tomorrow at school. We packed the car while you were snoozing away on Lola," Jane explained. "Thank you Lola. Truly. From the bottom of my heart. And goodbye you," Jane said, leaning to the side and kissing Sam as she held Isabelle. "Wait," Lola called, before fetching something behind the couch. "This is for her. For Isabelle," Lola explained, handing Jane a wrapped gift. "it's nothing, really," Lola explained. "I just thought she would like it."

You won't have to wait too long! 😄Honestly, the few "weekend with Lola chapters" have been some of my favorite to write, and also to read. They may not be the best written chapters in the story, but I just can't get enough of writing them. I'm actually sad the weekend has to end!