Orion

Sam picked Marcie up again and threw her. Sam was having fun too, but he was getting tired, and it looked like Marcie was starting to get a little red from the sun.

"Shhh honey, let mommy worry about everything." Candice cooed. She carried her roommate to the kitchen, sitting her down in a chair. She walked to a nearby drawer and pulled out a bib, bringing it over to Nikki and tieing it around her neck.

Christine stopped crying when her Uncle made the joke about her thumb sucking. She allowed her uncle to undress her. She felt a little weird being completely naked in front of her him again, bit since he thought she was a little kid, and little kids didn

"Come on little girl, let's do another!" Sam said. She waited for Marcie to swim back over to him.

"Guess you didn't need to make potty. We'll try again in an hour, let's get you something to eat."

Christine kept crying until her uncle came into the room. She looked up at him through her tears.

"Sure honey," Sam

Candice sat her back down. "Come on Nikki, go potty for me, please! You are a big girl, right?"

Christine smiled as her uncle lifted her up again. She snuggled into his shoulder as he carried her out of the bathroom. She liked being carried around, she felt him affectionately pat her bottom as he carried her, just like people do with toddlers.

"I don't know," Sam said, "I think I know a tired girl when I see one. You can swim for another 15 minutes."

"Wakie wakie!" Candice cooded as she stood over her sleepy roommate. "Nikki needs to get so she can use the potty and start her day!"

Christine took the cup and swished the water around her mouth before quickly spitting it out. She turned and smiled to her uncle. She was having so much fun pretending to be little, she didn't want to stop now. She held her arms up ar her uncle wanting to be carried again, presumably back to her cute toddler bed with the rails.

Sam continued swimming laps until he had counted that he had swam a mile.

Christine smiled at her uncle's praise. She took the toothbrush and just held it for a moment.

Sam clapped for his little girl. The more she did that, the more tired she would be, and the easier it would be to put her down for a nap. He swam over to the side of the pool and grabbed his goggles.

Christine opened her legs for her uncle to wipe her. She felt like she was potty training again. She wondered if he knew how old she was. Maybe he actually thought she was still a toddler. She nodded at his wiping instructions, not intending to do them.

"Good girl!" Sam cooed. "Why don't you do it again?"

"Go for it!" He said, and waited for her to jump. He was happy she was such a strong swimmer. He liked to joke and call her his little fish or his little mermaid. He used to play Water Polo in college, so he was always in the pool, and made sure that his daughter was a strong in the water as he was.

Christine wasn't expecting

Sam was already in his trunks with a beach towel draped around his neck. He saw Marcie come down in her two piece swimsuit. Sam frowned a little bit. He wasn't a big fan of his little girl wearing such a revealing outfit, but he decided not to say anything, since Marcie had a tough night last night adjusting to being back in pull-ups. "Ready, honey?" He asked, rhetorically. He took her by the hand and walked out the back door, locking it behind them. He walked with her out the back gate and down the path to the community swimming pool. It was nothing special, it was just a lap pool, with a adjacent hot tub. there were some lounge chairs scattered about. The place was deserted. Sam placed his towel on a lounge chair and took his keys and phone out of his pocket, stashing them under the towel. He kicked off his flip-flops and dove into the deep end.

Christine laid there as her uncle dressed her. She giggled a little bit a how cute the PJ's were. She was a little surprised when her uncle snapped the top to the bottoms. She felt a little babyish but didn't mind. Her bladder was starting to bother her a bit, but she was too shy to ask for the bathroom. She took Uncle Mike's hand as he led her out to see where his bedroom was.

He waited for her to finish her milk before cleaning her plate.

She sat patiently on the bed as he removed

"I don't see why not. I can always go shopping during your nap." Sam said. He noticed that Marcie had stopped eating. "Are you all done sweetheart?"

Christine wasn't a huge fan of being called Chrissy, but she let it slide. She nodded at her uncle's question about going to bed. She was so tired. She was a little surprised that he carried her up to her new room. Again she was too tired to care. When they finally arriver in her new room, her jaw almost fell to the floor. It was so...she wasn't sure if babyish was the right word to describe it. It definitely looked like it belonged to a toddler instead of a teenager, from the Disney Princesses, to her name above the bed, to the bed itself. At home, Christine had a queen sized bed, but her uncle had now supplied her with a toddler bed, complete with rails on the sides. All that was missing was a changing table.