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  1. Eagerly waiting for the arrival at Little’s Delight. I feel tingly all over every time I think about what is coming in the next episode or three.
  2. Sadly, the foxtalestimes site is down.
  3. Another charming effort. Good writing, excellent pacing.
  4. The plot thickens. What is making her sister’s bed so strange? Could it be a protective sheet? Is there more going on than Maddy realizes? I can’t wait for the next episode!
  5. Two Girls, One Daddy - 9 - Daycare Dilemmas It was Monday morning. Daddy, wearing his bathrobe and a pair of positively disreputable slippers was waking up the girls, whom he had put to bed in their own rooms on Sunday night, despite their protests that they wanted to sleep with him in his bed. "Good morning, sleepy-head," said Daddy to Chloe as he pulled the covers back. Chloe squeezed her eyes closed, turned her head away from Daddy and burrowed into the pillow. Daddy sniffed and reached down and checked Chloe's diaper. "Well," he said as he reached down and pulled Chloe to the edge of the bed, "it looks like you didn't make me a present overnight, though you are soaked. Let's get you on the changing table and into something dry." Putting his arms around her under her arms he lifted her from the bed. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her knees and wrapped her lower legs around his hips as he carried her over to the changing table. Making quick work of removing her diaper cover, which he dropped into into the hamper next to the changing table, and the disposable, which he wrapped around the thick soaker and secured with the diaper tapes and dropped into the diaper pail. "Up," commanded Daddy and Chloe folded her legs and flexed her hips and back, raising her bottom off of the changing table as he slipped a thick disposable under her. While her legs were up he cleaned her thoroughly with wipes. "Down," he said and she lowered her legs, spreading her thighs. He spread cream around Chloe's crotch and shook powder on the inside of the waiting diaper. Next Daddy folded a rectangular disposable soaker into a rough square that he inserted into the bottom of the diaper before pulling the front up and pressing it down as he pulled the side panels toward the center and set the tapes firmly in place. "What sort of diaper cover do you want to wear to daycare today, sweetie?" asked Daddy. "I want the blue Hello Kitty panties, Daddy," said Chloe. "OK, pumpkin," said Daddy, reaching rummaging in the tall chest of drawers that stood past the head of the changing table, "We have a pair of those clean. What do you want on top? Your pink pinafore? Those colors go well together." "Nope, I want the yellow romper that we got on Saturday," said Chloe decisively. "Really?" asked Daddy, "If you're going to wear pretty panties don't you want to wear a dress? No one can see your diaper cover under a romper, sweetie." "It doesn't matter," said Chloe, "I'll know I'm wearing pretty panties. And whoever changes me." "Daaaadeeeee!" came Poppy's voice from the doorway to the bathroom shared by Chloe's and Poppy's room. "Just a minute, Poppy," called Daddy, "I'm just finishing with Chloe." "Daaaadeeee!" repeated Poppy, "Come right away. I have to make tiiiiinkleeee!" "OK, sweetheart," called Daddy, heading for the bathroom door, "I'll be right there. Chloe, run downstairs and help Mrs Hand with breakfast, please. We'll finish getting you dressed for daycare after breakfast." "OK, Daddy," said Chloe. "Daaaadeeeeee, now!" called Poppy with greater urgency in her voice. "Right now, baby," called Daddy as he opened the door to the bathroom. "Ohhh, Daddy," said Poppy, "Hurry hurry hurry! Before it comes out in my diaper." "Right here," said Daddy, as he made quick work of unsnapping the gusset of her onesie, pulling down her diaper cover and then tearing the Velcro tapes holding the fitted cloth diaper snugly to her hips. With a sigh Poppy settled on the toilet. A loud hissing sound signalled success. "Why was it so important, sweetie?" asked Daddy. "I'm going to be a big girl," announced Poppy determinedly, "I don't want any more Ws and Ms. I stayed dry all day yesterday," she pointed out proudly. "Yes, you were," said Daddy, "and that was very good work keeping your diaper dry and getting everything into the potty all day yesterday. Don't you remember, sweetie, that you don't get a W for wetting your overnight diaper when you're a toddler, right? So you don't have to worry about making tinkle in your overnight diaper until you're promoted to Trainer." "Really?" asked Poppy, her mouth open in amazement and a smile forming on her face. "Silly toddler," said Daddy, "It says so in the rules right over your changing table. And now that you're finished, let's get you into a fresh diaper ... you've had this one on for an entire day and it's time for a clean one." In short order Poppy was wearing a fresh cloth diaper, this time without the soaker that Daddy added every night for extra absorbency and a fresh red diaper cover with small yellow smiley faces on the front and back. A fresh onesie held the diaper snugly in place, the red color of the diaper cover showing faintly through the cotton cloth. "OK, sweetie, go down and help your sister and Mrs Hand with breakfast. I'll be in as soon as I get the paper in." ... "OK, girls," said Mrs Hand, "Clear the table and put everything in the sink. Then upstairs to get dressed for daycare. Your father will pick you up from daycare this afternoon. And while you're upstairs getting dressed, think about your votes for what I make for dinner. The choices are chicken fingers or macaroni and cheese." "Oh," continued Mrs Hand, "Chloe, it's your turn to pick out your father's necktie, so go to his room first." "Yay!" chortled Chloe. "I'm gonna pick Daddy's necktie, I'm gonna pick Daddy's necktie," she sang as she ran upstairs. ... Sometime later Chloe, in a cute yellow romper decorated with appliqued trees and animals, and Poppy, in a pale blue o-neck dress with an above-the-knee box-pleat skirt, a white collar, and elbow-length sleeves scampered down the main stairway from upstairs. Daddy followed them down from upstairs. "Poppy," said Daddy, "if you need to make tinkle before we leave for daycare, go in the kitchen and ask Mrs Hand to take you to the potty. Check your sister and see if she's wet and let Mrs Hand know if she needs a change before we leave. I'll get my briefcase from my study and meet you by the carport door in a few minutes." "OK, Daddy," said Poppy. As he turned down the hallway to his study Poppy stepped over to Chloe and bent down to check her diaper. She stuck her finger under the elastic at the leg holes of the romper and into the diaper underneath. "Good, baby," said Poppy to Chloe, patting her on the bottom, "You're still dry," and she trotted off into the kitchen calling to Mrs Hand. ... Poppy, Chloe, and Daddy walked up to the front door of Little Daycare, situated in a large modern house in an upscale residential neighborhood. Daddy knocked symbolically with the large brass knocker on the large front door, and then took the handle and opened the door, which was unlocked. The three walked into the large gracious foyer of the house. Miss Maple was waiting in the foyer and greeted Daddy and the two girls. "Good morning Chloe and Poppy," Miss Maple said, "My aren't you girls looking pretty today." "Thank you Miss Maple," said Poppy. "Yes, thanks Miss Maple," echoed Chloe after a surreptitious poke from her Daddy. "Here are the two diaper bags," said Daddy, handing Chloe's yellow bag and Poppy's purple bag to Miss Maple. "Poppy can stay in cloth all day, but you should change her into disposable at last change." "As usual for her," acknowledged Miss Maple. "Right," affirmed Daddy, "Chloe, I'm afraid, suffered a setback over the weekend and is back to baby stage. I've included extra supplies in her bag. She is in a disposable now, but I expect that she'll probably soil herself sometime in the next hour or so. After that you are welcome to put her in cloth for the rest of the day." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Chloe," said Miss Maple, "Anyway, I'm sure you'll be back to toddler stage quick as a wink." Chloe pouted and looked down at her shoes. Daddy continued, "Poppy has been really working hard at keeping her panties dry and clean for the last several days. She says she is a big girl now and wants to prove it." "That's right," said Poppy determinedly, "I'm a big girl and I want to keep my panties dry for Daddy from now on." "That's wonderful, Poppy," said Miss Maple, "We will do whatever we can to help you keep your panties dry. Is there anything special that you think Mrs Purliss and I can do to help you?" "Sometimes if I'm in a hurry to make tinkle and you can help me quickly and before some of the other toddlers. Some of those girls take a very long time and sometimes my tinkle comes out while I'm waiting for them. If I went first, I would not get a W all the time." "OK, sweetie," said Miss Maple, "I'll try to give you a head start at potty time." "OK, girls," said Miss Maple, "let's have a quick diaper check and then we can get you started in the playroom." She quickly lifted Poppy's skirt and poked a finger under the leg hole of her diaper cover. "Nice and dry, Poppy," said Miss Maple, "good girl. Do you need to make tinkle now?" "No, Miss Maple," said Poppy, shaking her head. Turning to Chloe, Miss Maple stuck a finger under the hem of the romper. "You're dry too, Chloe," she said, "OK girls, let's head to the playroom." Taking the two girls by the hands she led them in toward the playroom. Turning at the door she asked, "Who is picking the girls up this afternoon?" "I am," replied Daddy, "I'll be here by four o'clock," said Daddy. "Have a wonderful day girls. Listen to what Miss Harris and Miss Maple say and behave well." "Bye-bye Daddy," chorused the two girls as they followed Miss Maple Harris into the playroom. ... Later that afternoon Daddy knocked on the front door of Little Day Care and then opened it. He stepped into the foyer as Mrs Purliss stepped in from the playroom to see who had come in. "Ah, good afternoon," Mrs Purliss greeted him, "How has your day been, sir?" "Excellent, Mrs Purliss," replied Daddy. "I'm here to pick up my little girls and take them home. How has their day been?" "Poppy had an excellent day," smiled Mrs Purliss, "As you told us this morning, she has been quite attentive to her toileting and has had a completely dry day. She's made it to the potty every time she's needed to go. We did change her into a fresh diaper at last change this afternoon, but that's just because it's approaching that time of day for her and we know that your housekeeper prefers her in disposables when there's any danger she might soil her pants. I, however, am certain that she will make it to the potty for that as well. She has the determination of a girl in hot pursuit of toilet training." "That's wonderful," smiled Daddy, "and how was Chloe's day?" "Well," said Mrs Purliss, "Chloe has had better days. I'll let you see for yourself first and then give you the details." At this point Mrs Purliss called in to the playroom to her assistant, "Miss Maple, would you please bring Chloe and Poppy out. Their Daddy is here to take them home." Poppy came bounding out of the playroom and jumped into Daddy's arms and hugged and kissed him, crying "Daddy!" in a joyful voice. Miss Maple came behind, pulling a reluctant Chloe by the hand. Poppy held Daddy's hand and looked anxiously back and forth between Chloe and Daddy. Chloe waddled slowly out, pulled by Miss Maple who had her by one hand. Her mouth sported a large white pacifier held in place by a band that disappeared behind her neck and under her hair. Chloe's hands were encased in large thumbless pink mittens. "Oh, Chloe," said Daddy sadly, "what happened, sweetie?" Chloe shook her head from side to side, as if trying to shake the pacifier from her mouth. Mrs Purliss said, "I'm afraid to say that Chloe had a very difficult day today. She insisted on asking to be taken to the potty, even though everyone knows that as a baby there's no way she could possibly know when she needs to make tinkle or even when her diaper is wet." "Yes she did, Daddy," nodded Poppy, "she kept saying that she had to make messy and they told her not to get in the way of the toddlers who had to go potty. And then they gave her a pacifier and she spat it out. And then, and then, and then they gave her the pacifier with the ribbon to hold it in and she took it out of her mouth and she shouted 'I HAVE TO MAKE MESSY.' Right Mrs Purliss?" "Yes, Poppy, that's right," agreed Mrs Purliss, "but why don't you let me tell the story. I'm sure Chloe is feeling bad enough as it is without you adding to her embarrassment." Poppy looked down, abashed. "Anyway," continued Mrs Purliss, "Chloe insisted on pretending to be a toddler and interfered with morning potty call for the toddlers. We put a pacifier in her mouth, but she broke the rules, rules that she knows and has abided by for months, and took it out of her mouth." Mrs Purliss went on, "So we gave her a strap pacifier but she took that out of her mouth several times, so we put her in mittens. She remained agitated for some time, but after a while she soiled herself and we changed her and she was calmer after that." "We kept her separate from the rest of the children for most of the day and she played quietly with blocks in the playpen in the side room," finished Mrs Purliss. "Oh, Chloe," said Daddy, looking sadly at his younger daughter, "What came over you?" Chloe rushed into his arms and buried her face in his jacket. Chloe mmmphed at him through the pacifier, shaking her head sadly. She raised her mittened hands to her cheeks and touched them to the straps of the pacifier as if to ask, "Will you take this off?" "No, sweetie," said Daddy, answering her unspoken question, "The pacifier has to stay in place until dinner time. You know the rules about things like that." "OK, Poppy," said Daddy, "Do you need to make tinkle? We're going to stop at the supermarket on the way home, so if you don't think you can hold it you should go now." "OK, Daddy," said Poppy, turning to Miss Maple, "I do need to make tinkle before we go." "Let's go, sweetie," said Miss Maple, taking her by the hand into the bathroom off the foyer. Daddy reached down and checked Chloe's diaper by pressing his hand first against the front of her diaper and then against the back. "You're a bit wet, baby," said Daddy, "But not so wet that you'll leak on the way home, so we'll put you in the car as you are. Come on out and I'll get you in the car while we wait for Miss Maple to come back with Poppy.
  6. There is one continuity oddity. After breakfast Daddy takes off Feli’s night diaper and sends her to the bathroom. Then he puts her in her dress and tights, no mention of the pull-up, which we learn about when she is being measured. I had to reread carefully to discover that there is no mention of Feli being put in the pull-up. Still delightful. I can’t wait for the next installment!
  7. Delightful writing. The pacing and character development is first rate.
  8. Very well written. Excellent pacing. Creating an alliance between the sisters is a nice touch. And the foreshadowing of the revelation Grace’s own use of pull-ups is very well done.
  9. Two Girls, One Daddy - 8 - At The Movies "No, girls," said Daddy as he loaded all of their purchases into the trunk of his car, "you may not have large sodas. You may each have a small soda and a small popcorn, and that's it." "But Daaaadeeeee," whined Chloe. "Sorry, girls," said Daddy, "Neither of you has what might be called a large bladder, and given that the theater doesn't have changing facilities I do not want the two of you leaking all over the seats. Now let's get to the theater and get our seats before the previews start." The two girls continued to argue their case for large sodas and popcorns as they made their way into the multiplex. Daddy remained adamant. With mutinous grumbling the two girls sullenly accepted one small soda and popcorn each and followed Daddy into the theater. As they settled down in seats near the middle of the nearly-empty theater Daddy remarked, "Anyway, girls, the small drink is nearly a quart of soda. I'm afraid that the two of you are going to have to swim out of here." The two girls shushed him and settled down to drink their sodas, munch their popcorn and watch the previews. Chloe, of course, was never a well-behaved movie-goer. Her running commentary on the previews was clever and very funny, and Poppy was soon howling with laughter at Chloe's raucous chatter. After the third time that nearby people had, increasingly loudly, hissed "Shhhhhh" at the girls Daddy decided to take action. "OK, Poppy," he whispered, "switch places with me. I will sit between you and Chloe." With a bit of grumbling Poppy switched places and soon Daddy was sitting between the two girls. This quieted Chloe down for a while, but a few minutes later she leaned forward and made a racy comment about the scantily clad young starlet prancing across the screen that got Poppy going again. With that Daddy took executive action. Reaching into the pocket of the diaper bag he pulled something out. Leaning over to Chloe he hissed, "Open!" at her. Caught by surprise, Chloe opened her mouth, probably to protest rather than in obedience to his order. Daddy popped a Mute Button pacifier into her mouth. Chloe squeaked in surprise as he quickly rotated the handle, expanding the rubber nipple and locking the pacifier in place in her mouth. With two clicks, Daddy flipped the handle down and pressed the locking button down, sealing everything in place. Chloe mmmphed in surprise and pried at the pacifier, trying to dislodge the expanded invader from her mouth. While she struggled with it Daddy repeated this lightning raid on his other side, and soon Poppy, sporting her own Mute Button, was glaring angrily at Daddy. "Silence is golden," intoned Daddy piously at the the two girls, now ensconced in decorous, if enraged, silence. Daddy gathered up the popcorn cups, both empty, and the two soda cups. Chloe had finished her soda, while about half of Poppy's remained. "Let's see how long Chloe lasts," commented Daddy, "after all of that soda. I hope neither of you leaks." A few minutes later the feature started. ... About half an hour into the movie Chloe began to shift restlessly in her seat. By the time the movie's action had settled down into the main quest, in which the two princesses, having discovered the challenge to happiness in the realm, embarked on their travels, Chloe had settled down as well. Daddy decided to check her diaper at this point, reaching down below the hem of her skirt and pressing his hand against the front of her diaper. As he expected, Chloe was wet. Chloe playfully squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand and pressing it against her padded crotch. Daddy extracted his hand and gave her a tap on the mute button, "Naughty, naughty," he whispered. About fifteen minutes later Poppy began her own restless pee-pee dance in her seat. Unlike Chloe, however, she kept this up for quite a while. Lifting Poppy's maroon skirt he checked her diaper, which he found still dry. Daddy leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear, "Go ahead and make tinkle in your panties if you need to, Poppy. This is a special event and you won't get a 'W' at this movie." With a nasal sigh, Poppy relaxed and Daddy felt the gusset of her diaper cover warm as she released the contents of her bladder into the waiting diaper. ... Good having triumphed over evil, the credits started to roll in the still-darkened theater. Daddy quickly performed diaper checks, finding both girls wet but neither in danger of leaking. "OK, girls," said Daddy, "Let's zoom before the exits get too crowded." Chloe pointed her finger at the Mute Button she was still wearing and looked quizzically at Daddy. "I'll unlock them outside, sweetie," Daddy said, "Let's move ... I don't want to get caught in the rush." They walked quickly out of the theater and over to the long escalator from the theater level down to the parking lot level. As they rode down Daddy rummaged in the pockets of the diaper bag for the Mute Button unlocking wrench. Finding it, he turned to Poppy standing beside him on the escalator. "Let's see how this works," said Daddy as he turned the wrench this way and that looking for the right orientation. Impatiently, Chloe grabbed at the wrench in his hand. Unfortunately she misjudged the move and knocked the small metal object from his hand. It fell down and disappeared in between the rows of metal bars making up the one of the treads. "Smooth move, Chloe," said Daddy as Poppy mmmphed in protest and Chloe mewed in embarrassment, "I do have another one in the car, so let's move along. I think I'll teach you a lesson and leave you wearing your Mute Button until dinner time. You will have to listen to Poppy in perfect silence," he grinned. Poppy mmmphed angrily, glowering at Chloe whose impatience had led to embarrassment for both girls. Once Chloe and Poppy were settled in the back seat of the car Daddy rummaged in the trunk and found the rest of the Mute Button unlocking wrenches. True to his word he unlocked Poppy's Mute Button but left Chloe wearing hers. After a while Daddy said, "What do you think, Poppy? We can get on the freeway here and head home that way or we can take the short way on the slower roads. What's your pleasure?" Poppy deliberated for a moment, "Well, I doubt there's any traffic this time on Saturday, and I feel like I'm going to need the potty to make a messy, so let's take the freeway." "Right-o," said Daddy, turning on to the on-ramp and stepping on the gas, "Your wish is my command. Check Chloe for me, will you?" Poppy reached over and lifted Chloe's skirt and none too gently probed the front of her diaper, evoking a protesting "mmmph" from her sister. Leaving the skirt indecorously up around Chloe's waist, Poppy said to Daddy, "Well, she really needs a change, but I don't think she's going to leak before we get home." Chloe angrily pushed her skirt back down. "Good news," said Daddy, "Next stop, Shichikokuyama Hospital!" "Daaaadeee," laughed Poppy, "You're not the Cat Bus!" ... Some time later Daddy said, "Now I wish I really was the Cat Bus. Then I could be invisible and jump up and run cross country. I wonder why there's such a traffic jam here." "Yeah," said Poppy nervously, "I hope we're not stuck here long. I have to make a messy." "Well, try to hold it, sweetie," said Daddy. They inched forward surrounded by traffic. Chloe kept her face down, not wanting the people in the adjoining cars to see that she was wearing a pacifier in her mouth. Poppy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. "I can see some flashing lights ahead, girls," said Daddy, "It looks like we're getting close to the problem." Finally, another ten minutes later, they passed the place on the side of the road where a car had broken down and caught fire. Two fire trucks and a rescue truck surrounded the burnt out car, which was now just smoldering, watched carefully by several firefighters and police officers. "Hurry hurry hurry, Daddy," said Poppy urgently, "I really have to go." "I'm on it, sweetie," said Daddy as reassuringly as he could, "We should be home in no more than ten minutes." "Ooooh, Daddy," moaned Poppy, "Please please please hurry. I'm not sure I can hold it." "Let's sing a song," said Daddy with forced cheeriness. Poppy giggled and Chloe mmmphed angrily. "I know your tricks, Daddy," said Poppy, "You're just trying to distract me." "How could you think I would do that, Poppy?" asked Daddy, feigning outrage, "Anyway, let's sing 'Edge of Seventeen' ... I know it's your favorite." "I can't sing it without Chloe to sing with me," protested Poppy, "She knows the words better than me." "Well, I can't help you there, sweet pea," said Daddy, "But I bet she'll hum along with you." "Ooooh, Daddy," moaned Poppy, clutching her tummy and clamping her legs together, "I'm not doing so good back here. All my tinkle just came out into my pants." "Hold on, Poppy," urged Daddy, "We're just a couple of blocks away." "Hurry hurry hurry," gritted Poppy. Unfortunately for Poppy, she was destined to lose the battle with her sphincter. With a long low moan Poppy arched her back, lifting her bottom off of the seat and, grimacing, filled the back of her diaper. "Oh, sweetie," said Daddy sympathetically. "Ohhhhhh, Daddy," moaned Poppy, "Please don't give me an M. I really really don't want to be a baby. I want to be a big girl!" "Was that what you were worried about, Poppy?" laughed Daddy, "Don't you remember that this whole trip is a special occasion? You made tinkle in your diaper three times today without getting a W, so why would I give you an M now, sweetie?" "Really?" said Poppy with budding hope in her voice. "Yes, silly," said Daddy, "No M or W unless you have an accident after I change you next." "Daddy, did I ever tell you that I love you?" asked Poppy. "Every day, poppet, every day," replied Daddy. Chloe mmmphed and glared at Poppy. ... Daddy called home on the car's hands-free phone. Mrs Hand picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Hello, Mrs Hand, it's us. We're in the car, approaching the house." "Yes, sir, how can I help." "We're going to pull up in a few minutes. I'd appreciate it if you'd meet us in the porte cochere and take the girls in and change them while I bring in the spoils of our shopping. We had a wonderful time at the movie, but both girls consumed way too much soda and too much popcorn. Chloe is soaked and Poppy has a present for us in her panties." "No trouble, sir, I'll be waiting at the door when you arrive." ... Daddy walked in to the dining room to see Chloe and Poppy sitting quietly at their seats. Mrs Hand bustled in with platters of food. "Why is Poppy wearing a pacifier?" asked Daddy. "Well, each girl was quite agitated when I changed her. I changed Chloe first and found her very overstimulated and decided to treat her to some rub-rub as I changed her. That always calms her down, as you know." "Yes, it certainly does," nodded Daddy, "And I presume that you treated Poppy to some rub-rub when you changed her as well?" "Yes, it seemed like a wise move given her own state of agitation. That's why I put the pacifier in her mouth ... she's quite the screamer and I didn't want her making a ruckus and I didn't want her disturbing you, so I popped her paci in her mouth before starting," said Mrs Hand. Poppy blushed furiously and looked down at the table. Mrs Hand went on, "And given that I couldn't figure out how to get Chloe's pacifier out of her mouth, I figured it would probably be better to leave Poppy pacified until dinner as well." "Good idea," said Daddy, "Chloe is wearing a Mute Button. It's a locking pacifier that I bought today at a shop at the mall. You unlock it with this little wrench," Daddy said, producing it from the pocket of his tweed jacket. "And you'll never believe what I found out!" Daddy said. "What's that?" asked Mrs Hand. "It seems that our two little girls are business tycoons. In addition to their website, they own this huge shop at the mall. I never knew!" "Well, knock me down with a feather," said Mrs Hand, "Does that mean that they're going to be moving out to their own house?" "I hope not," said Daddy, "However, I have not discussed it with them. I don't think this is a new situation, so if we're lucky the girls will stay here with us." "Anyway," said Daddy, "It's been a very eventful day. In addition to the new shop and the big surprise, we did a lot of shopping, we went to the new animated feature movie, and we hit a lot of traffic on the way home." "Well, that's quite something," said Mrs Hand, "What do we do about the pacifiers now that it's dinner time?" Daddy continued, "Chloe's impatience at the mall caused the loss of our unlocking wrench, so I decided to leave her wearing the button until dinner. Here's how it unlocks," he continued, stepping over to Chloe and undoing her Mute Button. He removed it from her mouth, wiping it dry with a paper napkin from the holder on the table and dropping it in his pocket. "Mrs Hand, you may remove Poppy's pacifier," said Mrs Hand after depositing the platters on the table and heading back to the kitchen for beverages. Mrs Hand stepped over to Poppy's seat and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and let it drop, where it dangled from the ribbon around Poppy's neck. Daddy sat down at his place at the head of the table. With a gentle, "Bon appetit," from Daddy, the family started in on their dinner.
  10. Thanks for the encouragement. It means a lot to me. There are three more episodes written and ready to go. I’ll put them out over the next few weeks. In addition, I have two more in draft. So, as they say, “watch this space.”
  11. Two Girls, One Daddy - 7 - Shopping with Chloe and Poppy (I just noticed that I only reposted 1 to 6, so I will start reposting the remainder - 7 to 10) "OK, Girls," said Daddy, "Who carries the bag first?" Poppy and Chloe looked at one another. Taking stances facing one another each clenched her right hand. Poppy chanted, "Rock ... paper ... scissors ... shoot!" Both put out their hands clenched into fists. "Rock ... paper ... scissors ... shoot," said Poppy again. This time Poppy put her hand out flat and Chloe put out two fingers in a 'V'. "Darn it," said Poppy, "You always win, Chloe. Give me the diaper bag, Daddy." "Our first stop is your favorite shoe store, girls," said Daddy, "You each need a new pair of black Mary Janes, Chloe needs a pair of running shoes, and you can each have one pair of fun shoes." "Ooh," said Chloe, "Can I have a pair of red pumps?" "Me too, me too," exclaimed Poppy. "You can have pumps, babies," said Daddy, "but only three-inch heels." "Awwwww," said Chloe, "I want six-inch heels." "Very funny," said Poppy, "You can barely stand on three-inch heels, much less walk around on six-inch ones, you silly baby!" "Meanie," retorted Chloe, "I bet you get another W!" "Daddy," complained Poppy, "Chloe is being a baby!" "OK, girls," soothed Daddy taking a hand of each girl and starting off, "Let's go. Those shoes won't buy themselves, you know!" ... A while later: Poppy and Chloe walk hand in hand down one of the wide walkways of the mall, followed by Daddy. Daddy is carrying four large shopping bags marked with the logo of a high-end shoe store. Chloe is now carrying the diaper bag. Poppy whispered to Chloe, "I saw you, Chloe. You spread your legs when the clerk was right in front of your knees. I'm sure she saw your diaper!" "Did not!" pouted Chloe. "Well, her surprise face says yes," whispered Poppy. "Did not!" "I'm gonna tell Daddy," said Poppy. "You're a dirty tattletaler," said Chloe, "And you're a smelly poopy-panties too!" "Daddy," complained Poppy, "Chloe is calling me names." "OK, girls," said Daddy, "Do we have grumpy toddlers and babies? Is it time for a nap?" he continued as he stopped the girls. He lifted the back of Chloe's skirt and felt the bottom of her diaper. "Well, you're dry, Chloe," Daddy said, "That's nice. I wonder whether you'll last until after the next shop. How about you, Poppy? Could you make tinkle if we found you a potty?" "I could tinkle a little bit, Daddy," said Poppy seriously, "But I can hold on for a while longer." "OK," said Daddy, "Now I have a special treat for you girls. Follow me and I'll show it to you." The two girls looked at each other curiously and then followed him, still hand in hand. Daddy led the two girls to a semi-isolated corner of the mall, an area with some travel agents and other businesses that they rarely visited. The section was pretty empty and comparatively quiet. THE little SHOP Around a corner and into a short side corridor they saw a glass display window marked with the store's name: THE little SHOP. Each letter of the world 'little' was in a different font and in a different primary color. The other two words were in small gray capitals that were shorter than the letters of the colorful 'little'. As they drew closer they could see discreet printing on the bottom of the window. In addition to the their own town, it named New York, Paris, Nice, Copenhagen, Wellington, San Francisco, Shanghai, Kyoto, and Milan. Two mannequins stood posed in the display space. The one on the right, dressed in a pastel purple footed sleeper, was reaching up with her mittened hands for a large shiny red pacifier hanging by an almost-invisible wire just above her upturned face. A strategically placed spotlight picked out the pacifier for the unobservant spectator. The mannequin on the left, dressed a pink short sleeved skirt with a pouf skirt over a petticoat and covered by a white apron, was bending at the waist and reaching for another shiny red pacifier lying on the floor. This pacifier was also the focus of a bright but unobtrusive spot light. Daddy led the way toward the shop. He didn't see the two girls behind him exchange a quiet smirk. "Well, girls, here's my surprise," said Daddy, "Poppy, can you describe the girl on the right, as if you were writing for your website?" "Really really cute sleeper," replied Poppy, "Footed and mittened at once. She's grabbing for a pacifier, though I can't tell if the pacifier is flying through the air to her or hanging from a string. The pacifier says she's a baby or toddler ... probably. There's no visible zipper, so it must be rear-zipper," continued Poppy, then with enthusiasm, "I want that sleeper!" "How about the girl on the left, Chloe?" asked Daddy. "Well," replied Chloe, "She's reaching for that pacifier on the floor. Very cute dress. That short skirt with the petticoat means that her bottom is going to be visible from behind. Would that dress pass the "visible diaper" rule at our house, Daddy?" "Very good," beamed Daddy, "Anyway, I found this shop the other day. It caters to daddys like me and babies like you with all sorts of stuff I think you'll like. I certainly liked what I saw! And, yes, Chloe, I think it would pass the visible diaper test." Come in to my parlor ... The three entered the shop. Opening the door triggered a tinkly lullaby tune as if from a small music box. The shop was much larger than it had appeared from the outside, extending deep into the building behind the shop window and off to the right. The entrance and the display window were small elements at the corner of the large space. Two women emerged from a small door off in the far right corner as seen from the front door in response to the door bell. One was dressed in a cerulean footed sleeper, while the other was dressed in a pale mauve version of the pouf skirt and apron ensemble from the window. Each wore around her neck a necklace made of primary color plastic beads. Each necklace had a large nametag with "THE little SHOP" and the clerk's name on it. In addition, there was a large red pacifier with the words "Mute Button" hanging by a string from a pretty silver safety pin attached to the top of each girl's top. "Welcome to the little shop," said the girl in the sleeper. Her name tag said "melanie" in the same multi-font multi-color rendition as the shop's logo. She wore an interesting pair of earrings. Her left ear sported a tiny gold pacifier, while from her right ear was a small gold baby bottle. "May we help you," said the other girl, whose name tag said "hannah." Hannah's earrings were matching silver pacifiers. "Yes," said Daddy, "We just discovered your shop and want to check it out. These are my Little daughters Poppy and Chloe. Would you please give us an idea of what sorts of items you carry. And would you tell us about the mannequins in the window?" "Certainly sir," said Melanie, "Let's start with the two mannequins, since each is demonstrating several of our products. You can see the details, including stock numbers and prices, on the plaques on the floor." Daddy and the girls crowded close to the window, looking at the display from behind. As Chloe had predicted, the mannequin in the pouf skirt and petticoat was showing off its bottom, clearly thickly padded and sporting a bright red diaper cover, to the view of anyone in the shop. The plaque near the mannequin's feet listed the dress, the apron, the diaper, and the waterproof diaper cover she was wearing, along with the pacfier she was reaching for. "Cloth diapers," said Poppy approvingly. "And a soaker," noted Chloe, "Looks great." Turning to Daddy Chloe asked, "Can I have everything she's wearing, Daddy? It's really really cute." "Well, maybe, baby girl," said Daddy, "But let's see what else they have ... they might have something else you like more." "Then you can get that for me, too," said Chloe reasonably. Daddy laughed. "I probably would, at that, sweetie. Anyway, let's look at what else they have, first." "And I want the sleeper," said Poppy, "But I don't want the diaper that she's wearing," she said, pointing at the plaque on the floor. "It's a disposable and I only like cloth!" "No worries, sweetie," said Daddy. "Well," said Melanie, "In addition to clothing for baby and toddler Little girls, we have a range of cloth and disposable diapers. We carry a selection of top quality nursery furniture - primarily cribs, changing tables, and high chairs. We also carry bottles, pacifiers, and bottle warmers and things of that sort." Daddy pointed to a shelf behind the checkout counter. "What are those little bottles over there?" he asked, "They say 'Baby Formula I,' 'Baby Formula II,' and 'Baby Formula III'? They look too small to be regular baby formula." "Well, Baby Formula I is a mild diuretic. It's prepared as a clear flavorless infusion that can be added to baby's food or beverage to help her clear fluids from her system. It's packaged in a bottle that dispenses carefully measured doses. Baby Formula II is a mild laxative, prepared in the same way as I. And Baby Formula III is a combination of I and II, of course," explained Melanie. "Baby Formula," laughed Daddy, "That's very funny." "Why don't we start you off with the diaper section," said Melanie, "Hannah will take you there and give you a survey of our various lines. Hannah?" "Come on, girls," said Daddy as he followed the girl in the white apron and mauve skirt as she led the way deeper into the shop. "Daddy," said Poppy. "Yes, Poppy?" said Daddy, continuing forward in Hannah's wake with Poppy and Chloe trailing behind. "Daddy," said Poppy again, reaching out to catch at his hand. "Yes, Poppy?" said Daddy. By now they had arrived at the diaper section. "On your left is our selection of disposable diapers," said Hannah, "Smaller sizes at the top, larger sizes lower down. Different types are together, starting with heavy diapers suitable for overnight service at this end, and getting lighter as you go down the aisle toward that end. Training diapers and pull-up styles start about halfway down, ending with a line of big-girl panties that are equipped with absorbent pads for girls who have just the occasional teeny tiny leak." Hannah continued, "We carry only small packages with two or six diapers in each one. This is intended to resupply an empty diaper bag. Larger quantities you can order at checkout. We deliver deliver same day if you live within 30 miles of here." "Wow," said Daddy, "Same day delivery. Can I call in orders and have them delivered as well?" "Daddy," said Poppy, pulling at his sleeve with greater urgency "Yes, Poppy?" said Daddy. Poppy cupped her hand near her mouth and raised up on her tiptoes as if to whisper in Daddy's ear. "OK, Poppy, one second," said Daddy, "You can whisper in my ear in just a second," as he looked expectantly at the clerk. "Yes, sir," said Hannah, "Our regular clients regularly phone in their orders and we send out the delivery on the same day." "Yes Poppy," said Daddy, turning to Poppy and bending over so she could whisper to him. "I have to make tinkle," whispered Poppy. "OK, sweetheart," said Daddy reassuringly. "Miss," Daddy said to the clerk, I need to take my little girl to the potty. Would you be so kind as to point out the way?" "Certainly sir," said Hannah, pointing at the corner farthest from the entrance, "They are over in that corner. Before you go I should mention that should you decide to change your toddler that you are welcome to a sample of any of the disposable diapers we carry to change her into, at no charge." "Daddy," hissed Poppy urgently, bouncing up and down on her toes. "That's very generous, but it shoult not be necessary if we're quick" said Daddy, heading off toward the corner that Hannah had pointed out in hot pursuit of Poppy who was walking awkwardly and very quickly. A moment later Daddy was back. "I'm sorry, but all I see is some changing rooms. Where are the bathrooms?" "There's a potty in each of the changing rooms," replied Hannah. "Ah, I see. Thank you very much," said Daddy as he returned to Poppy. "Hurry," said Poppy as she skittered to the toilet in the corner of the changing room, pulling up her skirt as she went. Daddy followed her and got to work pulling down her waterproof panties and her diaper. "Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy," groaned Poppy, "You were too slow! All my tinkle came out in my diaper." "Oh, I'm sorry, poppet. Well, why don't you sit down on the potty anyway and make sure the tank is empty," coaxed Daddy. Poppy sat on the toilet. Other than a couple of short squirts, nothing was forthcoming. "You're not going to give me a W for this, are you Daddy?" asked Poppy anxiously, "I don't want to be demoted to baby like Chloe." "Well," said Daddy, "This is a special occasion day, and you tried very hard to make it. If it had not been so hard to find the potty, you would have made it. This won't count as a W, Poppy." "Thank you, Daddy!" said Poppy. "I'll go out and get the diaper bag, sweetie, and come back and get you sorted out, OK?" said Daddy. Daddy left the changing room and walked back to the clerk, standing where he'd left her. Chloe was standing nearby reading a package of disposable diapers. "Success?" asked Hannah. "Well, almost," replied Daddy as he took the diaper bag from Chloe, "I think I'll take advantage of the opportunity to change her into something more absorbent from your selection, since we're going to a movie after this." "Please do, sir," said Hannah, "We know that experimenting with diaper styles and brands can be a challenge, and we find that this service of ours makes for happier clients, and happy clients are loyal patrons." Hannah went on, "Given your daughter's size and the upcoming movie, I would recommend that you put her in a Medium sized one of these," taking an individually wrapped diaper from a package on the shelf part way down the aisle, "The leg seals are excellent and the diaper itself is super-absorbent, making leaks very unlikely." Daddy read the information on the wrapper. "Yes, I've seen this brand. Been meaning to try them out with the girls, but haven't gotten to it yet. OK, I'll try putting one on Poppy." ... Poppy and Daddy returned from the changing room, Poppy walking somewhat awkwardly as she got used to the bulky new diaper. "Daddy," said Chloe, "Is Poppy a baby again?" "No, sweetie," replied Daddy, "Poppy is still a toddler." "Ohhhh," said Chloe, clearly disappointed, "But didn't she just get a W for making tinkle in her panties?" "Well," said Daddy, as he raised Chloe's skirt and checked her diaper, "Miss Baby Puddle-Panties who should mind her own business and tend to her own diaper, you are soaked and need a change right now. And I think we'll try one of the same diapers that we just put on Poppy." "OK, Daddy," chirped Chloe cheerfully as they set off for the changing room, "But I still wanna know why Poppy wasn't demoted to baby." "Because today is a special event, silly goose," said Daddy, "And I made an executive decision." "What's an executive decision?" asked Chloe. "It's what Daddys do when it makes sense," explained Daddy. "You mean, no matter what she does today, she gets a free pass?" asked Chloe. "No, Miss Busybody," replied Daddy, "Now mind your own business and stop picking on your sister." "OK, Daddy." ... Finally Daddy and the two girls returned to Hannah, waiting patiently at the end of the diaper aisle. Daddy said, "Thank you so much, Miss. All is in order and we are ready to continue the inspection tour." Hannah resumed her description, "On this side of the aisle are various ready-to-wear cloth diapers, in a range of thicknesses. Along here are the fitted diapers, all of which feature strong Velcro closures designed along the lines of the tapes on disposable diapers. And along here are more conventional rectangular diapers in various materials. We can also make custom-fitted cloth diapers, after a careful measurement session." "Down here," continued Hannah, "Are various models of waterproof panties and diaper covers. Some are panty-style and pull over the feet, while others have Velcro closures at the sides. Sizes range from small, on the higher shelves, to large on the lower shelves." Turning the corner into the next aisle, Hannah went on, "This aisle begins the clothing section. Along this side are inside clothing - onesies and diaper covers in a range of sizes and colors. Across the aisle are nightwear ... sleepers here, nighties next, and pyjamas after that. All of these are sized to provide adequate space for thick protective items. Many of the sleepers feature snap crotches to facilitate changes. Most are footed, and some are mittened - they're all marked." "Down that aisle is our daywear section. Rompers start there, followed by overalls, and then on to various one-piece dresses. Tops are along there, while skirts and pants are across the way there. Of course, everything we carry is carefully designed and styled to accommodate appropriate thick protective clothing." "In this aisle are a wide range of bottles, pacifiers, sippy cups, and things of that sort," said Hannah. Poppy and Chloe were eager to shop for clothing, but Daddy wanted to look at the pacifiers and other accessories for the girls. After a brief consultation Hannah called Melanie over. While the girls went off with Hannah to pick out and try on clothing, Daddy discussed pacifiers and other items with Melanie. "I noticed this item called, 'Mute Button'," said Daddy to Melanie, "You and your colleague seem to have them attached to your tops. It's cute branding for a line of pacifiers!" "Oh," said Melanie, "It's more than just cute branding. Let me demonstrate." With that she took the pacifier hanging from her top held it in front of her lips. Before she popped it in her mouth she did something with a small shiny gadget from her pocket and a metal handle popped out from the central circular section where the "Mute Button" logo was imprinted. "Once I put it in my mouth, turn the handle a couple of turns to the right and then press it flat against the front of the pacifier." With that Melanie put the pacifier in her mouth and indicated with her eyes that Daddy should start. He grasped the ring-shaped handle with is hand and rotated it to the right. After two turns he could feel the resistance increasing, so he pressed the ring flat against the pacifier, where it nearly disappeared behind the edge of the Mute Button which in turn settled back with an audible click. Melanie reached up with her hands and demonstrated by prying with her fingers at the sides of the pacifier that it could not be dislodged from her mouth. She made some muffled and garbled sounds that Daddy could not make out. "That's impressive," Daddy said, "How do you get it out?" Melanie produced the shiny gadget again and used it to pry the metal handle loose from the pacifier. She turned the handle back several turns and pulled the pacifier from her mouth. "It expands and seals when you turn the handle," Melanie explained, "and when you click the handle home it's almost impossible to open up again without this little gadget. Notice that it can fit comfortably on a key chain so that you don't lose it." "Very practical," said Daddy, "Is it uncomfortable?" "Not at all," replied Melanie, "Turning the handle does two things. It expands the nipple in the mouth and it clamps the outer and inner parts of the pacifier shield on the lips, making it difficult to open the mouth or extract the pacifier. It doesn't impede breathing at all, and it only inconveniences the tongue slightly." "Quite a clever invention, I must say," said Daddy. "Yes, they have been a hot seller here since the owners introduced them several months ago," replied Melanie. ... "What's that section over there with the sign that says 'Entertainment Devices?'" asked Daddy. "Well," said Melanie, leading the way to that section, "it has a number of very unique toys for keeping big Little Girls entertained, if you take my meaning." "I think I get your drift," said Daddy, "I presume these things are not inexpensive." "Definitely not inexpensive," replied Melanie, "but I can say from, ahem, personal experience that they are worth every penny." ... "One more question," continued Daddy, "If it isn't inappropriate to ask. I notice that you and your colleague are dressed in the same outfits as the mannequins in the window. The plaques report that the mannequins are diapered. How realistic is the simulation, if I might be so bold?" "It's store policy that clerks model outfits that we sell here," said Melanie, "I am wearing a comfortable and absorbent custom cloth diaper. Hannah is wearing the same disposable that that you recently changed your daughters into." Daddy laughed nervously, "I'm impressed that you agree to store policy with such equanimity." Melanie laughed, "You don't understand sir. Hannah and I, as well as all of the rest of the staff here, are part of the Little community. Just the way certain places, say New York and San Francisco, are centers of gay culture, our city and a number of others are centers of Little culture. That's why a shop like this one can thrive economically." "Ah, I see," said Daddy, "That makes sense. Thanks for explaining the situation to me." ... Some time later Daddy, by now pushing a shopping cart loaded with clothing and accessories, looked at his watch. "Girls," he said, "If we are to check out with this stuff, put it away in the car, and get to the theater in time to get good seats, not to mention popcorn and soda, we better wrap it up now. I promise that we will come back another time and shop some more." Not without complaints and longing looks behind them, the two girls followed Daddy to the checkout where the two clerks made quick work of scanning the bar codes for everything in the cart, folding items neatly and packing them with tidy layers of tissue paper into several large shopping bags. Daddy took out his credit card and handed it to Melanie, the clerk in the sleeper. Melanie refused the card. Daddy, confused, said, "I don't understand, I need to pay you for these things." "Oh, don't worry, sir," said Melanie, "It's on the house." "It's on the house?" said Daddy, even more confused, "What happened, did we win the lottery?" "No, sir," smiled Melanie, pointing at Poppy and Chloe, "You didn't win the lottery. They told me to do it." "They told you to charge our purchases to the house?" asked Daddy in amazement turning to look blankly at Poppy and Chloe who were smirking at one another, "Do you do this for every patron? Doesn't it sort of eat into your profits?" Melanie laughed, "We don't do it for every customer, sir. But since they own the store, we certainly do it for them."
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