Alice-chan

Azu Manga Dio? You mean this? Sorry I didnt mean to pick on you or anything. I really didnt. I just dont get the opportunity to use this joke often. Hope you have a chuckle. The Angel of Hope, Alice

Can anyone tell me what kind of diaper this is? I know its multiple ones stacked on top of each other but I just wanna know the brand. The Angel of Hope, Alice

Too true, kohai. It saddened me to see that live action POS. I miss the original movie. Havent sen it in quite a while... The Angel of Hope, Alice

Hello again DD, I've been wanting a drawing of myself done for a while now but I can't draw to save my life. Now, I'm looking for an artist that can draw characters and scenery in a cute, anime style. If you guys know of any artists on the internet that draw like shojo style anime or anyone that can take commissions, please let me know. And of course, they have to be comfortable with AB stuff. The picture below shows what kind of drawing style I'm talking out. Thanks in advance. The Angel of Hope, Alice

Chapter 22 Tom looked around the tree house, satisfied with his work. If it hadn’t been for Brian, it might have been a lot longer before it was finished. It had been two days since his son left. He hated to see him go, but he had his own life now. Tom ducked down and went through the door and out on to the small patio they’d built on. He gave the house a last look-over before heading down the spiral stairs that wrapped around the tree’s trunk. It was an impressive tree house. Inside, Julie was supervising some arts and crafts with the girls in the living room. Christy was making a mess with finger paints and Susan was gluing together Popsicle sticks trying to make a pencil holder for Tom. Whenever she was out in the barn with him while he was working on his furniture, he was always looking for one of his pencils; he never seemed to be able to remember where he set it down. Christy had no hesitation about getting into the finger paints. She found that fun and messy stuff like this thrilled her to no end. Julie set up plastic on the floor and a canvas for her to work on. She looked rather cute standing there in the protective smock that was put on her, with paint all over her fingers and a dab on her cheek. Her work was starting to resemble Mr. Bear. It was crude but the resemblance showed. Susan, given the choice between finger painting, the Popsicle sticks, or elbow macaroni and glue, chose the Popsicle sticks. The finger painting looked kind of fun, but she couldn’t help but think that it was kind of babyish and let her sister indulge in that one alone. She was very excited about the pencil holder though, and couldn’t wait to finish it for Tom. In her haste to do so, she had gotten Elmer’s glue all over her hands and some on her play clothes where she tried to wipe it off. Julie said, “That’s really pretty Christy, it looks just like Mr. Bear.” Christy smiled brightly and said, “Uh huh, and I’m gonna put a red ribbon on him too. I think he’d look so cute, don’t you?” “I’ll bet he’d be the most handsome bear in this neck of the woods, sweetie.” Julie told her Susan grabbed another stick and squeezed some glue onto the ends. She placed it in with the columns she had going, and as she tried to get it to stick in place, the glue on her fingers stuck to the other side and kept pulling it back off. Aggravated, she tried to wipe her hands off on her clothes again. Julie laughed as she watched this, and grabbed the tub of baby wipes she knew she would be needing. After pulling one out, she knelt beside Susan and wiped her hands off for her. Reaching out and wiggling her finger on Susan’s nose, she said, “Silly girl, there’s more glue on you than there is on your sticks. What are you making?” “A pencil holder for Tom. He can never find his pencils out there.” She giggled and said. Julie thought this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard and laughed. Tom was often a little forgetful when he was in the middle of doing something. She would often make jokes about tying a string to the pencil and the other end to his shirt. She had tried giving him a pencil holder for his workbench, but he always set the pencil down somewhere else. He was so into what he was doing, that he didn’t remember where he put it when he needed it again. Susan looked confused by the laughter and asked, “What?” “Oh nothing sweetheart. He’ll love it, trust me.” Julie said, knowing Tom would find the humor in it. Susan smiled and went back to work on her project. Christy was finishing the red ribbon on Mr. Bear and then tore off the page, setting it aside to let it dry. She was going to start on a new painting when Julie came over before sitting down again to check her diaper. After maneuvering through the smock and clothing, she felt inside the legging and felt that it was damp. Julie was going to start cleaning the finger paint off of her, when Tom came inside. He smiled at the girls and said, “Guess what, girls?” “What?” They replied in unison. “Your tree house is officially done! You now have your girl’s club.” The girl’s faces lit up at this news, and an excited Christy started to make her way past Julie to go outside to see their new club. Julie grabbed her back and said, “Whoa, little one. Not so fast. We need to get you cleaned up and changed first.” Christy wiped her hands on her smock trying to clean them, and said, “I’m not wet, really. I wanna go see the tree house.” “You are too wet and you need to be changed first, I don’t want that rash getting any worse. The tree house will still be there when we’re done.” Julie told her. Christy thought about this for a moment and decided to just let her change her, if that’s what would make the rash go away she was all for it. Since the morning after they went skating, the skin around her inner leg where the diaper opening was, had been pretty sore. She sighed at the delay and said, “Okay, but only if Susan waits for me.” “I’ll wait.” Susan said, though she really wanted to go out right now and check it out. Julie smiled and said, “There, see? They’ll wait for you sweetie. Now, let’s get all this paint off before we go upstairs.” She undid the ties at the back of the smock and took it off, setting it down on the plastic on the floor. As Christy held her hands out, Julie took some wipes and went about cleaning her fingers and her face. Christy said, “I can’t wait to see it.” “Me too.” Susan chimed in “ I still get to come up as an honorary member even though I’m just a boy, right?” Tom smirked and asked. Christy giggled and said, “Well, we’ll hafta think about it. We can’t have any boys accidentally seeing our secret girl stuff.” “Yeah, how do we know you won’t run off and tell all the other boys what you saw?” Susan added. Julie said with a wink to her husband, “Because if he does, he’ll have to answer to me. Who do you think runs the show around here? Certainly not some silly boy!” Tom rolled his eyes and they all laughed. Julie finished cleaning Christy, and led her upstairs to be changed. Tom and Susan went about cleaning up the living room after he’d gotten the glue cleaned off of her. They almost got everything put away when he looked at the Popsicle stick container that she’d been working on. “So what are you making sweetie?” He asked her She said, “Well, I didn’t want you to see it till it was done, but it’s a pencil holder for your workshop out in the barn, cause you always lose your pencils.” Tom laughed and Susan looked confused again. “What?” she asked even more puzzled this time. Tom picked it up carefully and looked it over as he said, “Oh nothing, hon. You’re doing a really great job on it so far. I can’t wait to put all my pencils in it.” He would put it out on the bench with about 20 some odd pencils in it so that she’d see he was “using” it, but knew if he didn’t keep buying pencils for it, they’d all just end up missing anyways. Maybe now he’d finally remember to start putting them back in when he was done. He chuckled and asked, “Are you going to color it or put some pretty designs on it?” “I was thinking about that. Maybe I could draw some flowers or some trees or something.” Susan told him. Tom carefully set the holder back down, gave her a hug, and thanked her. Susan beamed up at him; glad she had made him happy. Julie and Christy came back downstairs and the four of them went outside to see their new girl’s club. They absolutely loved it. The stairs spiraled around the trunk of the tree up to a small patio. As they hurriedly climbed up to the top, Tom put his arm around Julie and they watched the girls race inside through the door. The inside was awesome. There was a small table with four chairs in the center. The door had a window with curtains on it; the other three walls each had windows and curtains as well. Against one wall was a set of shelves that didn’t have anything on it yet, and in the corners towards the back were two pink beanbag chairs. There was one light over the table in the center, which there was a switch for just inside the door. “This is too cool.” Susan said Christy walked around the table, looking around as she headed to one of the beanbag chairs. She plopped down on it and laid back. She said, “This is way too cool. We can hang out up here and play house.” Susan looked at her sister for a second. For a moment, the thought of playing house seemed a little too childish, but then quickly found that she liked the idea. It had been so fun when they were little. They could get some of the stuffed toys from her sister’s crib. As she started thinking about some of the other stuff they could bring up here, something fabulous occurred to her. “You can be the baby, and I’ll be the mommy.” She said, excited. Christy sat up and said, “Yeah! And Mr. Bear can be the daddy. The girls giggled and ran back down the stairs and into the house. They thanked Tom as they ran by, who laughed and told them they were welcome. They went up to Christy’s nursery and grabbed all the stuffed animals, including Mr. Bear. Before going back out to their girl’s club, they grabbed some games and some odds and ends to play house with. They played for a while before dinner. Each of them played their roles to the fullest extent. Christy loved being the baby, even though she pretty much already was one. She talked in baby talk, crawled around on the floor, and did what her “mommy” and “Daddy” told her. Susan and Mr. Bear looked after all the babies, fed them, and played with them. The girls giggled and laughed as they played their game. When dinner rolled around, they put everything on hold and went inside to eat. Tom and Julie were happy to see the twins having so much fun out in their girl’s club, as they listened to all the details. After dinner Tom undid the bib they now put on Christy for meals, pulled her out of the highchair and took her upstairs to use the bathroom, followed by a change into a dry diaper. The girls went back out to their club to play some more. A few hours rolled by and they were still playing. They had pulled out one of the game boards and had it set up on the table. They each sat in one seat, and Mr. Bear and another stuffed animal sat in the other two seats. Christy rolled the dice for her teddy, then moved his game piece five spaces. She said, “Ut oh Mr. Bear, you’re going to jail!” Susan giggled and said, “Yeah, do not pass go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars.” “I’ll take his two-hundred dollars.” Christy said as she grabbed the money from the bank. Susan grabbed her sister’s hand and said, “Hey, you can’t do that!” “How bout we split it? A hundred for me and a hundred for you?” she asked. Susan played it up as she said, “Well, as the banker, that’s not very honest… buuuut, I suppose since we both get some, it’s ok.” The girls giggled as they divvied up the two hundred dollars. Coincidently, both of their piles of money just happened to be much bigger than the stuffed toy’s piles. Susan was about to roll the dice, when she suddenly needed to pee. She still had trouble getting to the bathroom on time, but was too wrapped up in the moment to dash off and go. Less than a minute later, it got worse and she crossed her legs and started to hop in her seat just slightly. Christy recognized the pee pee dance when she saw it, and said, “You better go potty before you have another accident.” Four times in the past month, Susan had failed to make it to the bathroom on time. It wouldn’t have been that bad for her if they were just little accidents, but once it let go, she couldn’t stop it. She felt embarrassed, but more disappointed with herself for the lack of control. The last two times it happened, she had cried too. She couldn’t stop herself as the recently unleashed feelings overtook her. Having to go find Tom or Julie with the bottom half of her play clothes all wet as well as crying about it, only made the feelings worse. Even though they didn’t think anything of it, Susan was afraid they’d stick her in diapers; She didn’t want to be put in them, she was a big girl. Susan said with desperation in her voice, “I know. I better go, I’ll be right back.” “I’m gonna come in too, I wanna grab my paci.” Christy said as she followed her sister out. She recently started wanting it during the daytime periodically, as well as at night. Tom and Julie were sitting on the back porch as the girls made their way up. Susan had all she could do to walk and hold it at the same time. With each step she took, the pressure became greater, and her despair rose higher. Tom could see the girl was in trouble and was about to get up so he could pick her up and run her upstairs. Just as Susan was up on the last step of the porch, her bladder let go and she felt her thighs and legs growing wet. “Julieeeee.” Susan cried out as she blushed red and the tears started overflowing. Julie felt really bad for her. The poor girl made it out to be a bigger deal than it really was. She tried explaining this to her before, hoping that she’d understand that it was ok, but the lack of control over her feelings always overrode Julie’s words. As she made her way over to comfort Susan, she said, “Sweetie, it’s ok. Don’t cry. We’ll just get you all cleaned up and changed into some dry clothes. No biggie.” Susan couldn’t help it, and she continued to cry. Julie took her by the hand and started to lead her inside. She looked at her watch and stopped in the doorway saying to Tom, “I think it’s time to call it a night. Why don’t the two of you pick up the tree house, and when you come inside, I’ll have bath water running for the girls.” Tom said, “Sounds good to me, my love.” After they got upstairs, Julie led Susan into the bathroom to get the tub running. She fussed with the knobs to get the temperature just right, and then added bubble bath soap. As the tub filled up and the bubbles rose, she started humming softly as she peeled the wet clothes off of Susan, and threw them into a pile to take to the washer. Susan had stopped crying before they came into the bathroom, but still felt bad about wetting herself. She was a big girl and wasn’t supposed to have accidents. She didn’t know what Julie was humming, but it was soft and sweet, and was making her feel better. She suddenly wondered if the bath was for her, as she was being undressed right here in the bathroom. “Julie?” She asked. Smiling down at her, Julie said, “What, sweetie.” “Is that for me?” Susan asked, pointing to the rising bath. “Yes, hon. I thought tonight that maybe we could save some time and water, and the two of you could take a bath together.” Susan wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t opposed to baths, though she hadn’t taken one in years. She preferred to shower, discreetly, washing her own self. Now she was going to be in a tub with her sister, while Julie washed them? On one hand, what did it matter, they were seen naked all the time, and saw each other naked all the time. On the other hand, she was a big girl and could wash herself! “But I can wash myself.” Susan said Julie told her, “I know sweetie. You can take care of yourself while I take care of Christy if you want. I just thought with how much you two love to play, that you’d like to play in the tub.” Susan couldn’t think of any other reason to object. She supposed that she wouldn’t really mind taking a bath with her sister. They did have so much fun together. Julie stopped the water, and motioned for her to get it. She got into the tub and sat down, feeling the very warm water and bubbles surround her. It felt really nice, and she let herself slide down and sink under, staying there for a moment as she held her breath. She felt Julie’s hand pull up on her shoulder and she came back up, wiping the water and bubbles back from her eyes. Christy came bounding in from the nursery where Tom had gotten her undressed for the bath. She stopped when she saw Julie sitting on the rim of the tub, and her sister wiping bubbles from her face. “I need to wait?” She asked Julie said, “Nope, hop right in sweetie. You two can play for a while once we get all cleaned.” Christy smiled and got in the tub with her sister. Julie handed a bar of soap and a washcloth to Susan, and grabbed the little pail next to the tub to wash Christy’s hair with. As Susan washed herself, Julie poured water over Christy’s head, and then grabbed the baby shampoo. Christy sat there with her eyes tightly shut so no soap would sting them. Julie told her, “Be a good girl and hold the pail for me while I wash your hair, sweetie.” Christy blindly stuck her hands out to grab the pail, and Julie handed it to her. At first, Susan felt a little awkward sitting in the tub with her sister. Now she was fighting off the overwhelming urge to slap the water with her hand, and splash Christy, who wouldn’t even see it coming. She finally gave into the urge and did just that. “Hey!” Christy said as she felt the water hit her. She giggled and splashed Susan back, hoping she was aiming right with the pail in one hand, and her eyes closed. She must have hit her, because Susan suddenly moved, sloshing the water in the tub, and giggled. Julie laughed and said, “Ok, ok, I think you girls need to wait until I’m done. I already took a shower this morning and don’t need another one.” The girls laughed as Julie finished scrubbing Christy’s head. She took the pail from her and started rinsing her off. Susan grabbed the normal shampoo from the rack on the wall and began washing her own hair as Julie cleaned the rest of Christy. When they were all done, she left the girls to play for a moment while she went into Susan’s room to lay out her pajamas and a pull-up. As soon as she stepped away, they started a splashing war. Water went all over the walls of the tub and some on the floor as they sprayed each other. Susan stopped and scooped up a handful of the bubbles, and then blew them at Christy. They giggled as a piece landed on her cheek right below her eye. Christy flicked away the bubbles and gave her sister a cold stare, before she started laughing. Susan grabbed her feet and pulled her forward, causing her to slide down and under the water. She came right back up and spit out soapy water, coughing a few times as water and mucous shot out of her nose, which stung the way it does when you accidentally get water in there. “Ewwwww. Gross!” Susan shouted as she stood up and hopped out of the tub. Christy giggled as she tried to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. Julie came in to see what the commotion was about; who laughed and told them bath time was over when she saw what it was about. She called for Tom, who came in a few moments later, and handed him a towel. He went over to the tub, helped Christy out, and started to dry her off as Julie did the same for Susan. Tom took Christy to the nursery to get her ready for bed, and Julie took Susan to her room to help her get dressed. She grabbed the pull-up and held it out for Susan to step into. As she stepped in, Susan said, “It’s only eight o’clock. How come we gotta go to bed?” “It’s been a nice day, the sun is almost gone, and Tom and I would like a quiet evening.” Susan was about to make her argument, when a yawn escaped her. Julie didn’t miss a beat and said, “See, you’re tired. Mommies know best.” She smiled as she pulled the pajama top over Susan’s head and outstretched arms, quickly tickling her under the arm before she pulled down on the top. Susan squirmed and giggled. She was almost asleep in the van the other night when she had called Julie mommy, and so had no recollection of it. She found the word to be odd as she thought about her having just said it, but let it slide out of her thoughts, as she got ready for bed. Tom, in the nursery with Christy, was getting her ready for bed. He dried her off with the towel and picked her up, setting her down on the changing table. He pulled out one of the cloth diapers and an insert from under the table, and went about getting her diapered for the night. Christy prattled on about how cool their girl’s club was as Tom applied the lotions and powders. He pinned the diaper in place and was putting on the rubber pants when Julie came in with Susan. “Alright girls, say goodnight.” Julie said Christy looked up and over from the changing table and said, “Goodnight, Susan.” “Goodnight, Christy.” Susan replied, and then yawned again. The girls smiled at each other, and then Julie led Susan back to her room to tuck her in. Tom got Christy into one of her sleepers and carried her over to the crib. He handed her Mr. Bear and was pulling up the side when she asked, “I’m kinda thirsty, can I have a cup of water before I go to bed?” “I’ll tell you what sweetie, I’ll be right back with something for you, then I’ll tuck you in.” After about five minutes, Tom returned with a bottle in hand. He handed it to her and she stared at it for a moment, before popping it in her mouth as she laid back. It was apple juice. She contently nursed her bottle and hugged her teddy, as he tucked the blankets over her, turned on the player in the crib and the nightlight by the changing table. He told her goodnight and left her door open just a crack. Both girls were asleep less than twenty minutes later. Tom and Julie spent the rest of their evening curled up and cuddling in front of the TV. It had been another nice day for everyone. Chapter 23 Susan awoke as Christy cried for Tom or Julie. This was the third time in the past week that her sister had managed to wake her up from the next room over. From what she could hear when this happened, it would seem that Christy had woken up in a not so clean state of condition. It was four-thirty in the morning as Susan glanced at the clock on her dresser. She was awake now and wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. It was the annoyance of being woken up that kept her from trying. There was no point. She lay there and listened as Tom and Julie’s door opened, and one of the two started walking to Christy’s room. It would appear that Tom had gotten up this time; the heavier footsteps gave him away. As Susan continued to listen, Tom started humming a soft tune and her sister began to calm down. She rolled her eyes as she thought that Christy was overreacting. Granted the thought of sitting in her own mess made her cringe, but this was happening more and more often. Wouldn’t her sister get used to it? All she wanted to do was sleep in for another hour before Julie would have gotten her up anyways. Now thanks to her sister, she was up earlier than she needed to be and couldn’t get back to sleep. Susan rolled her eyes again as she swung her feet over the side of the bed and got up. She may as well go downstairs and watch some TV. She stopped for a moment, taking off her pajama bottoms to remove her wet pull-up. After tossing it into the garbage in the corner of the room she got her bottoms back on, turned off the shell, and walked down to Christy’s room. She lightly knocked on the door as she stepped inside, and breathed only through her mouth. Christy looked up and over to see who came in. Susan could see her eyes were wet, red, and puffy. She was laying on the changing table with her teddy under one arm, sucking on her paci. Tom looked up from what he was doing, stopped humming and asked, “What do you need, sweetheart?” Susan asked, “Can I go downstairs and watch TV?” Tom went back to Christy’s needs as he said, “It’s kind of early. You can’t sleep?” Susan could feel the annoyance resurface as she said, “Not with her crying like a baby!” Christy tightened her grip on her teddy as she tensed up. She couldn’t help it, waking up to that upset her. She knew on some level that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but couldn’t stop herself from crying as the emotions overtook her. She drew in a sudden heaving breath, and wished her sister would just leave her room. Tom stopped what he was doing again, and looked sternly at Susan, “Hey, watch the tone of voice, young lady! I’m sorry your sister woke you up, but she needs attention. If you want to go downstairs and watch TV, do it quietly and keep the volume down. I’ll be down shortly to make you some breakfast.” Tom went back to what he was doing again and Susan left the nursery, heading down to the living room. She couldn’t resist the urge to stomp on the stairs as she walked down. It wasn’t loud enough to cause trouble, but loud enough to let him know she was cranky. She turned on the TV and lay down on the couch, blankly flipping through the available channels. There weren’t many these days, as the block they put on them only allowed G rated shows to get through. It was Saturday morning though, which meant that all kinds of cartoons would be on. She found the Power Puff Girls and stopped there; in the mood she was in, she was only half interested but watched anyways. Tom came down about ten minutes later after he managed to get Christy back to sleep. He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned closer to her as she watched her cartoon. “Was that really necessary?” He asked her. “What?” She asked as she stared at the TV, feeling herself blush. She knew what. Tom turned her head towards his and said, “All I asked was that you kept quiet. I don’t think it was necessary to trample down the stairs like that. Do you?” Susan stared at him, hoping he’d move on when she didn’t answer. A few moments went by and the awkward silence finally prompted the response from her. “No.” Tom said, “I don’t know what side of the bed you woke up on this morning, but you better get a handle on your attitude.” Tom stared her down for a few moments longer before he got up and went out to the kitchen. He had the feeling that it was going to be one of those days. Christy was already upset this morning and Susan was pushing it. As he went about getting their breakfast together, he couldn’t help but feel it was going to be a long day. Tom and Susan ate their breakfast. He tried several times to start a conversation and lighten her mood, but she only said as much as she needed to. She didn’t feel like talking, but felt bad about giving him the cold shoulder. It bothered her to feel this way, but didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t shake the feelings. Susan went back to the TV after breakfast. A little while later, Julie came downstairs with Christy and they went to the kitchen. As her cartoon finished, Tom came in to take her upstairs to help her get cleaned and dressed for the day. After washing up in the bathroom, he helped her get into her play clothes. They went back downstairs and Susan headed back to the living room. Christy had taken her spot on the couch and was watching a different channel. Susan got between her and the TV and grabbed the remote from her. “Hey! Give that back.” Christy said. Susan told her, “I was watching TV, and your sitting in my spot. Move!” Christy stood her ground and said, “No. Julie said I could watch TV. Give me the remote back!” Susan reached out to grab Mr. Bear from her, but Christy saw it coming and held on tight. They pulled back and forth on the teddy in a battle of tug-o-war. “Let him go Susan.” Christy said desperately. “Get out of my spot.” Christy shouted, “Let goooo.” At this point, Julie came into the room to see what the commotion was about. Christy had grabbed one of the end pillows and was hitting Susan with it. Tom had already told her about the mood Susan was in this morning, and figured whatever it was, was probably instigated by her. When she saw Julie, Susan let go of the bear and Christy snapped back into the couch. She dropped the pillow and hugged her teddy, scowling at her sister. Julie asked, “What’s going on in here?” Susan looked down at the floor. Christy spoke right up and said, “She stole the remote from me and just tried to take Mr. Bear!” Susan looked back up and quickly added, “Yeah well she stole my spot on the couch and I was watching the TV.” Julie took the remote from Susan, grabbed her by the arm and sat her down on the other end of the couch. “You stay there,” She looked over at Christy “and you stay there.” Julie pointed the remote at the TV and flipped through the channels until she found the Looney Toons, and then put the remote in her pocket. Julie told the girls, “I don’t suggest that either one of you starts in because the next time I have to come in here, my hand is going to be landing on bare behinds! I don’t know what got into you this morning, Susan, but you better shape up!” As Julie walked out of the room, the twins stuck their tongues out at each other. She went back to the kitchen where Tom was still drinking his coffee and reading his paper. She sat down and sighed. “What was that about?” Tom asked. “I don’t know. Both of the girls seem agitated this morning.” Tom and Julie had just gotten their introduction to the periodic fights that the girls went through. Like any siblings or best friends, the girls had their bouts from time to time. It was quite normal, but they weren’t used to dealing with two children at the same time and were new to it. Tom said, “I hope it doesn’t go on all day.” “It better not. They’re going to be sorry if it does. I’ve already warned them.” Tom nodded and said, “Perhaps we ought to keep them separated for the day. Keep them busy doing their own things.” “I think that’s a good idea.” Julie agreed. They continued to talk and finished their coffee. Tom felt like working on some of his furniture out in the barn and thought maybe Susan would like to come out with him. He went out first and made sure there were pencils in the holder she’d made for him. Julie took Christy upstairs for a diaper change and to get her out of her pajamas and into some play clothes for the day. After Julie helped her down from the changing table, she went into the toy box across the room and pulled out a puzzle. Julie asked her if she could help put it together and so the two of them laid out a solid platform on the floor to work on. Out in the barn, Tom was working on his chairs again. There were all done, but now he needed to stain them. He and Susan set up a table to work on and pulled one of the chairs over to start the staining. He got out some masks for the both of them, and an apron for Susan. Tom said, “Lets see. Chairs… check. Stain… check. Brushes… check. One little girl who’s about to make a mess… check.” Susan giggled as Tom smiled and helped her put on her apron. He went to the bench to grab the masks, stopping to hold up her pencil holder to show her it helped. Susan grinned and said, “Pencil holder… check!” “We couldn’t do anything without that!” Tom told her as he set it down and walked over with the masks. He pried open the can of stain, setting the lid aside. He was about to hand Susan one of the smaller brushes and remembered he had forgotten the rags. Tom said, “I almost forgot. Would you please run inside and grab a couple of the old rags in the laundry room, sweetie.” “Okay” Susan said as she dashed off to the house. She was pretty excited about helping Tom with the painting as she bounded up the stairs to the back porch. She thought it was pretty cool that he liked his pencil holder and was using it. She had taken extra time to paint some grass and flowers on the side of it and thought it looked really pretty. She was glad he liked it. Susan made her way in through the backdoor and into the kitchen. She made her way into the hallway towards the laundry room and stopped when she looked up. Christy was heading right for her, who stopped when she saw Susan. The girls were face-to-face, and just stared at each other for a moment. “Get outta my way.” Christy said. Susan was about to do no such thing and told her, “No way, I was here first, you move!” Christy decided she just didn’t care and tried to go around her sister. Susan felt like being a pain and moved in her way. Christy sighed and tried to go around the other way. Her sister once again moved in the way. “Stop it!” Christy told her. Susan asked, “Stop what? You keep moving in my way!” Christy had about enough of her sister and started to barge her way through. Susan lost a few steps as her sister forced herself into her, but ended up in a draw as she pushed back. Christy stopped pushing and stood up. “What’s your problem?” Christy asked Susan simply said, “You!” Tom was walking in through the backdoor to come in and grab some trash bags that he’d also forgotten about. Christy tried to dart around her sister again. Susan moved out of the way but stuck her foot out and she started to trip and fall, reaching out and grabbing the straps on Susan’s coveralls. The girls went down together. As she was being pulled down, Susan’s foot struck the small stand below the mirror on the wall. The vase on top tipped over and rolled off the edge of the table with a crash as it hit the floor. Shards flew everywhere. She was about to push herself up off of her sister, when a hand gripped her arm and yanked her up. Susan gave a startled yelp and protested as he dragged her into the living room. Julie had come down to find out what was going on. She and Tom had both seen the whole thing and helped Christy up, making sure she was okay. After seeing that she was, she scanned the broken shards on the floor. The vase was given to her by her grandmother many years ago. It was a treasured keepsake. Christy saw the look on Julie’s face as she glanced at the broken vase. She started crying and said, “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me!” “I’m not happy with either of you today, Christy. I saw your sister trip you, the vase isn’t your fault, but I’m still not happy with your attitude. If your sister is bugging you, then you should have come and got me and I would have dealt with it. Instead, you decided to add to the problem and that’s why I’m very disappointed in you right now!” Christy stared at the floor and meekly said, “I know. I’m sorry.” “I think it’s time for a nap.” Julie said out of hand, as she led her crying upstairs. Susan started to panic as she realized what was happening. Tom was undoing the straps to her coveralls, and pulled them down when he got them unbuttoned. She instinctively put her hands over her butt as she stood there, and started shaking her head. “Please don’t. I’m sorry. Please.” Susan desperately begged. Tom grabbed one of her arms as he said, “You were warned about your attitude. We’re not going to repeat ourselves. What you did to your sister was foolish. She could have been hurt, as could have you. Luckily, neither of you were, but now Julie’s vase is broken. That was a gift from her grandmother and it can’t be replaced!” Susan started crying as he grabbed hold of her other arm to keep them out of the way. He had her pinned next to himself as he started spanking her. She cried out and thrashed about in his grip as his hand repeatedly came down hard on her behind. It seemed like a long time before he stopped, though it was only about twenty seconds or so. It hurt more than anything she’d felt before, and her legs soon turned to rubber as she started to sob uncontrollably. When he finished, he let go of her to pull the coveralls back up. She couldn’t stand and sunk down onto her knees. It felt like her butt was on fire. Tom reached down and helped her back up so he could get her dressed. He held her with one arm as she cried and managed to buckle the straps on the clothes. He led her over to the corner of the room and put her in it. She had all she could do to stand, but managed after she leaned into the walls. “Don’t even think about moving until your told.” Tom said. He left her and went to check on Christy upstairs. Susan stood there sobbing. Her mind was racing with thoughts of how unfair all of this was. Her behind was throbbing and she reached around to rub it, quickly discovering with a small yelp that it wasn’t such a good idea. A few minutes went by and she started to calm down. She wiped her running nose with the back of her sleeve and thought that it was all so unfair. She heard Julie come downstairs and go into the kitchen. Julie went into the closet and grabbed the dustpan and broom. As she headed back out into the hallway, she could hear the occasional sob Susan made from the living room. She stopped and looked down at the broken vase. She was very upset at its loss. Her grandmother had gotten that vase from her grandmother. It was to be handed down to a grandchild in the hopes that it would remain a family heirloom. Tom came down and saw his wife staring at the broken pieces. He felt really bad for her. He said, “I can’t understand what got into those two today. I’m so sorry about the vase Julie.” “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have left it out where something like this could happen. I should have had it safely packed away.” She sadly said. She knelt down on the floor and started sweeping the shards around her into a pile. She was struggling to keep the tears from spilling over as she remembered how happy her grandmother was to be passing it on to her, with explicit instructions to make sure it went to one of her grandchildren. Tom said, “No, it’s not your fault. Your grandmother wanted you to enjoy that vase. She would have given you a piece of her mind if she knew you packed it away.” He was trying to cheer her up. He had met her grandmother a number of times years ago before she passed away. She was a sensible, practical, and humorous lady who would have made light of this situation. “I know. I just can’t believe it’s gone. I know I can’t have any biological children, but I had hopes of giving it to one of our grandchildren just the same. I can’t believe those two today!” She said. Susan listened to all of this from the living room. She felt horrible. She didn’t know why she had woken up in such a bad mood this morning. She knew Christy waking her up was just an excuse. She started thinking about how rotten she’d been to her all day. Instead of being a “big” sister and cheering her up, she had been mean and looking for an excuse to get into it with her. Now as a result, this special vase of Julie’s had been destroyed. She stood there thinking that if her own mother had left her something like that, she would be heart broken if something had happened to it. That thought made her sick to her stomach. She was beginning to feel really horrible about the whole thing. She couldn’t help but think about the poor grandmother who would probably be heart broken herself at what had happened. Julie had every right to be upset with her. For the first time since she was ten, Susan was sorry. She was truly sorry. She understood that she hadn’t thought things through today. She understood that she was responsible for her own actions. She couldn’t blame it on her sister, she couldn’t blame it on things being unfair, and she couldn’t blame it on her circumstances for the past five years. She was responsible for her own actions, and she didn’t think. Susan started crying again, the pain in her behind forgotten. She felt so bad for Julie. The vase was gone and she couldn’t take it back. She started thinking that if she were Julie, she’d probably want to send her away. Why wouldn’t she? She knew she had gone too far. She’d been sent away before, but the thought of Tom and Julie doing it really hurt. She loved them so much. It didn’t occur to her that it was an illogical thought, but she started sobbing and became hysterical as those thoughts racked her mind. Julie finished picking up the pieces and stood up. They heard Susan start crying again. They were about to make their way to the garbage in the kitchen when they heard her getting hysterical. Between the heaving sobs, Susan kept saying over and over, “Please… don’t… send… me… away… I… love you… I’m… so sorry!” She was so hysterical they could barely understand what she was saying. They looked at each other and headed for the living room, Julie set down the dustpan on the table in the hallway. They were upset with her, but had no intentions of sending her away. They both knew something major was happening here and needed to talk to her. They headed into the living room and Julie said, “Susan, come here.” Susan didn’t move out of the corner. Every fiber of her being was racked with the overwhelming sorrow and guilt she was now consumed with. Julie walked over to her and pulled her out of the corner. Susan turned around and hugged Julie, burying her face into her chest as she sobbed. Between the sobs she tried to say, “I’m so sorry, please don’t send me away!” Julie hugged her and held the back of her head saying, “We’re not sending you anywhere, Susan. Shhhh… just calm down.” It took a few minutes, but she finally got her to calm down a little. She led her over to the couch and sat down. Susan sat down and cringed, having forgotten about the state her behind was in. Tom sat on the other side of her. Susan stared at the floor, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She kept drawing in heaving breaths as one does after they cry like that. Julie looked down at her and asked, “Why would you think we were going to send you away?” “I broke your grandmother’s vase.” Susan blurted out. Julie said, “Well, I am pretty upset about that, but I’m not going to send you away over it.” Susan cried and said, “But it was so special to you, and I broke it because I was being mean to Christy. I didn’t mean to, but it got broken anyways and I can’t take it back. I want to but I can’t and I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for wanting to send me away.” Julie reached out lifted her head so she was looking at her. “Now you listen here, Susan. Tom and I love you very much. Yes, we’re disappointed in the way you’ve been behaving today, and yes, we are upset about the vase and the way you’ve treated Christy, but that doesn’t change the fact that we love you. Nothing you could ever do would change that. Do you understand?” Julie asked. Susan heaved again and said, “But what about your grandchildren, they’ll never get that vase now, and it’s because of me.” Julie said, “It’s not the end of the world, sweetie. I can always start over with something new to hand down. I still love you.” Julie smiled at her. Susan was still unsure of herself and tried to smile back. Julie suddenly thought that now would make a great time to tell her what they had in mind. She wanted it to be a surprise, but this was something that could drive home what she was trying to tell the girl. She said, “And guess what? If you have a child of your own someday, it could very well go to them.” Susan stared back, confused. “We were going to surprise you girls, but I think you should know that Tom and I have decided to fully adopt the both of you. The paperwork has already been started. We love you so much and are more than happy to have you as a part of this family.” Susan started to cry again, but out of joy. She asked, “Really?” “Yes, really! You still think we’re going to send you away?” Tom asked. Susan smiled and shook her head, wiping the tears away from her eyes. For the first time since she was ten, she felt truly accepted and loved. She hugged Julie, and then hugged Tom. She said, “I’m so sorry about the vase though!” “We know you are, and we’re glad that you were able to see beyond yourself and consider someone else’s feelings, as well as knowing and owing up to your mistakes. That’s the mark of maturity and responsibility.” Julie told her. Susan smiled and said, “I love you so much.” Tom reached out to wipe the rest of the tears away from her face, and said, “We love you too, sweetheart.” “Can we go tell Christy the good news?” Susan asked. Tom said, “I think that’s a great idea.” The three of them got up and headed upstairs to the nursery. Although her behind was very sore, this was one of the happiest days of Susan’s life. She felt like she was going to bust at the seams. She and her sister had a family now. They were a real family again. Sorry it's taking so long to get my chapters out... got so much going on right now it's making my head spin... got a lot of stories around here to catch up on too Chapter 24 The sun broke over the trees as the morning progressed. Julie was up and getting dressed. She let Tom sleep in this morning as she left their room to get the girls up and ready for the day. She walked into Susan’s room and over to the windows, drawing back the shades to let the early morning light in. Julie sat down on the edge of her bed and gently rocked the girl’s shoulder. Susan stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled up at her. “Time to get up, sleepyhead.” Julie said as she smiled back. Susan yawned, saying, “G’morning mommy.” Ever since the twins were officially adopted several weeks ago, Susan had taken to calling them mommy and daddy. She liked the way it sounded and the way it made her feel. It just seemed so right now that they were a family. Julie pulled back the comforter and sheets, which were covered with the Power Puff Girls. It seemed to be Susan’s favorite cartoon, so she’d gotten her bedspreads with the theme. What had really made Susan’s day were the footed pajamas Julie had made for her. It was getting pretty cool outside these days, especially at night. When she saw the cozy fabric covered with the Power Puff Girls, she couldn’t resist. She had managed to finish it a few days ago. It wasn’t like Christy’s, which had snaps in the crotch and nursery themes on it, but did have a zipper going from neck to ankle on the back side (Julie thought it would be amusing that the girl wouldn’t be able to get out of it herself). Susan loved it. Susan swung her feet over and hopped out of bed. She started to make her way out of the room to go downstairs and watch cartoons until breakfast was ready. Julie grabbed her back and said, “Whoa there, Speedy Gonzales. Lets get you out of that pull-up first!” Susan stood still as the back of her pajamas were unzipped and said, “Speedy Deedee?” “Run that one by me again?” Julie said and laughed, reaching inside Susan’s pajamas to tear away the sides of the pull-up. “Dexter’s Lab, silly. No Deedees! ‘Cept you can’t keep us girls out you know!” Susan told her. Julie pulled the garment down and out, balling it up and tossing it in the garbage. She was zipping the pajamas back up and said, “I’ll just have to take your word on that.” Susan giggled and Julie gave her a playful swat on the behind when she was done with the zipper to let her know she could go. She shook her head and wondered what ever happened to the simple cartoons like Loony Toons and Popeye. “Be quiet out in the hallway, daddy’s still sleeping. Okay?” Julie said. Susan, half-way out of her room whispered, “’k.” After she’d left the room, Julie went about making the bed. When she was done with that, she turned off the shell and headed down to Christy’s room. The door was open a crack and she quietly went inside, turning on the lamp on top of the crib’s dresser. She folded down the side of the crib and sat on the edge of the mattress. Christy was sprawled out on her back; the blankets were bunched up to one side of her. She had Mr. Bear tucked in one arm, and her other arm was laying next to her on the mattress with her nighttime bottle cradled in the loose palm of her hand, which was almost empty. Julie took the bottle and set it up on the dresser. She gently rocked Christy’s shoulder to wake her up. She opened her eyes and smiled up at her, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned. Julie said, “Well, good morning sweetie!” “Good morning, Julie.” Christy said as she yawned again. Julie playfully pinched her just under the arm, making her giggle and squirm. She smiled as she helped Christy get out of the crib and led her over to the changing table. Her nighttime cloth diapers were so thick that she waddled slightly as she walked. They were definitely necessary though, as she often woke up so wet that if she wore the disposables to bed, they would have seriously leaked. Especially now that she was being given several bottles before bed, and even one to go to bed with. Julie helped her up on the changing table and laid her down. Christy looked up and around the table as Julie started undoing the snaps on the legs of her sleeper. “Where’s my paci?” She asked Julie grabbed one from the platform of goodies and placed it in the girl’s mouth, who put her head back down and hugged her teddy as she was being changed. Julie got the snaps undone and pulled her feet out, and then pulled the bottom half of the sleeper up beyond her waist. She grabbed the waistband of the rubber pants and yanked them down over the diaper and pulled them off, setting them aside. Before unpinning the diaper, she bent over and blew into Christy’s stomach, making her laugh and kick her feet. “Stooop!” Christy laughed and said, trying to push Julie’s head away. Mr. Bear tumbled to the floor as she squirmed about. Julie gave her a couple more before she did finally stop, then bending over to grab the teddy and hand it back to her. Christy took the bear and sat him on her stomach, to ward Julie off. “There, Mr. Bear will protect me!” Christy said through her paci, giggling. Julie laughed and told her as she went about unpinning the diaper, “Mr. Bear and I are in cahoots, you know. He knows that if he doesn’t let me tickle little girl’s tummies, then he will get the brunt of my tickling wrath!” Christy giggled again and with a look of disappointment, said to Mr. Bear, “Ohhhh Mr. Bear, say it isn’t so. You’d take a tickle for me wouldn’t you? All those times I carry you everywhere, and look out for you, and hug you, and kiss you, and play with you?” Julie leaned over, her head right behind the teddy. She took one of the bear’s arms and shook it at Christy and said in a deep voice, “You're on your own kiddo!” “Heeeey! That’s not nice!” She said to her teddy, and giggled again. Julie laughed as she set the pins aside and pulled the soaked diaper back. She grabbed hold of Christy’s legs and lifted her bottom up as she pulled it out from under her. She grabbed a few wipes and went about gently cleaning the girl up. When she was done she took a disposable from the shelf underneath, unfolded it, and lifted her up again as she slid it under her. Christy continued to play with Mr. Bear as Julie went about rubbing in the creams and powders, pulling up the diaper and taping it shut when she was done. She pulled the sleeper back down and got her legs back inside them. As she was redoing the snaps, Christy asked her, “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” “I think that sounds pretty good, actually.” Julie said. “With lots and lots of maple syrup.” Christy added. Julie smiled and said, “And don’t forget the butter. That’s the most important part!” Julie helped her get down from the changing table, turned off the player in the crib (which now had the holding phase in it as well), and led her downstairs by the hand. Susan was sitting in the living room watching Dexter’s Lab. She smiled at her sister as Julie sat her down next to her. The two of them watched TV as Julie got coffee ready and fixed the girls their pancakes. Tom came downstairs a few minutes later, always woken up by the smell of fresh brewing coffee. He went into the kitchen after saying good morning to the girls. Julie turned around to hand him a cup of coffee. He took it from her, set it down on the counter, and took her into his arms. He leaned back against the counter as he embraced her, kissed her, and then stood there staring into her beautiful eyes with his forehead against hers. A few moments went by and Julie smiled and said, “The girl’s pancakes will burn.” She started to turn around to the stove and Tom pulled her back, giving her a deep passionate kiss. She ran her arm up his back and hooked her leg around his as she returned the gesture. She planted another soft kiss on his lips before finally getting back to the pancakes. When the food was ready, the girls were seated and given their breakfast. Tom cut Susan’s pancakes into fours for her, and Julie decided to feed Christy hers. She tied the bib on her after getting her into the highchair, and sat down in front. Tom poured a cup of orange juice into a plastic cup for Susan. Julie set down a sippy cup for Christy on the table of the highchair. “Can I have more syrup please?” Susan asked. Tom handed her the syrup. She took it and started to squeeze out a large portion. Tom reached over and took the syrup back. He said, “You don’t need that much, sweetie. We don’t want you to turn into a maple tree!” Susan giggled and spread it around on her pancakes. She loved the stuff. Julie forked off a good piece of pancake from Christy’s plate, and fed it to her. She sat in the highchair swinging her feet, as she was being fed. Occasionally, a droplet of syrup would drip from the fork as it was being placed in her mouth, either getting on her chin, or the bib. She would wipe her mouth with her hand, only managing to make her fingers sticky as well as her mouth. Julie found this amusing as well. The girls finished their breakfast and Tom took Susan upstairs to get her cleaned and dressed for the day. Julie took a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and cleaned up Christy’s face and hands before taking her out of the highchair. They went up to the nursery and She got her into her play clothes for the day as well. Once the girls were ready for their day, they went outside to play in their girl’s club. They had all kinds of dolls and toys up there now. They loved their little tree house. They ran up the stairs and inside. Susan did a belly flop onto one of the beanbag chairs. Christy sat down with Mr. Bear at the table. Susan stood up and asked, “You wanna play house?” “No, lets do something else.” Christy said. “Hmmm, we could go play on the swings!” Christy got up and walked over to the shelves, grabbing the crayons and coloring books, and said, “Lets color.” “Okay, but I get Winnie The Pooh!” Susan told her. Christy sat down at the table with her sister, handing her the coloring book she wanted. For herself, she took the Disney book and set the giant box of crayons down in the middle of the table. Susan took a green crayon, and started coloring the grassy section of the page she had opened to. Christy took a pink crayon, and started to color in the dress on Minnie Mouse. The girls drew in their books for most of the morning, talking and giggling about everything and nothing. Things had always been great here even before they were adopted, but since that time, things seemed even better. It was everything… the atmosphere, the way they were treated, the way they felt, the fun things they always did, the little things Tom and Julie did that you didn’t think about but added to the feeling. The girls were so happy and content here. At one point, Susan had run inside to use the bathroom. She was determined not to have any accidents today, and so didn’t wait around when she felt she had to go. Christy went in to get something to drink while she waited for her sister. Julie checked her diaper and took her upstairs to be changed. After she was taken care of, the girls went back outside to play. An hour or so rolled by and Susan had a great idea! “Hey, lets pick some wild flowers for mommy.” Susan said. Christy said, “You know we’re not sposed to go beyond the edge of the yard.” “Yeah, but it’s just to pick some flowers, and besides, it’s not like we’re going way out into the field, just right to the edge of it.” Susan explained. “Well, okay!” Christy finally said. The girls giggled as they skipped over to the edge of the yard behind the barn. They went out about twenty feet into the tall grass and started picking what was left of the wild flowers. Most of them were gone this late in the year, but there were a few left here and there. After picking an assortment of available colors, the girls headed inside to give Julie her handful of flowers. The girls proudly held the bouquet out and Julie ooo’d and ahh’d over them. She loved that the girls did stuff like this for her; it made her day. “Their so pretty girls, thank you!” Julie said as she took the flowers and headed to the kitchen to put them in a vase. As the girls followed her out, Christy said, “I picked all the red ones, Julie.” “And I picked all the orange ones.” Susan added. “Well their just lovely. I’m going to put them right here on the kitchen table so that we can enjoy them while we eat!” Julie explained to them. The twins smiled and started to head back outside. Julie said, “Speaking of eating, I think it’s time for lunch. Why don’t you two wash your hands and I’ll have some sandwiches waiting for you.” Susan and Christy headed for the bathroom to wash their hands. Julie added, “And I’ll overlook the fact that you went beyond the edge of the yard, this time. It’s lucky for you I get all mushy when little girls give me beautiful flowers.” The girls giggled and ran upstairs to wash up. They came down five minutes later and Tom joined them. The girls ate their lunch and chattered on. Tom and Julie laughed at some of the funny things the girls would say. As they finished their lunch, both the girls couldn’t help letting out the occasional yawn. It had been a busy morning as the two of them played. Tom said, “I think you girls could use a nap before any more playtime.” Neither of them argued the point. Susan didn’t often take naps but wasn’t opposed to it when she was a little tired. She always felt so good afterwards. “You can take a nap with me!” Christy said to Susan. Susan wrinkled her nose and said, “In a crib? No way!” Christy said, “Come on, it’s not like you’re a baby, it’s my crib. You’re just takin a nap with me.” Christy felt like snuggling with her sister was all. They were having such a good day. Susan looked at Julie, hoping she’d say something that would get her out of it. Julie said, “That’s up to you sweetie, we don’t have a problem with it as long as you girls take your nap.” That was not the answer she wanted to hear, but gave up and decided to humor her sister. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it wasn’t like it was her crib. The two of them were taken upstairs after lunch. Tom helped Susan take her shoes off, and Julie changed Christy before taking her over to the crib. The girls lay there as the side was put up, and Tom and Julie told them to have a good sleep as they turned on the monitor and left the room. Susan looked around for a moment. Things seemed kind of odd from this perspective. In a crib this big, it almost seemed as though she were really little. As she was thinking about this, Christy reached over and squeezed her nose. Susan gave her an odd look, and then tickled her on her sides. The girls giggled and played for a moment before they heard Julie yell up to them to settle down and close their eyes. They did so, and were soon asleep. When Tom came upstairs to get them up an hour later, he stopped in the doorway and smiled when he saw the girls in the crib. Christy was hugging Mr. Bear from behind on her side, and Susan was hugging Christy from behind on her side as well. Later on after the girls had gotten up, the four of them decided to take an afternoon drive. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day. There wouldn’t be many of those left and they wanted to take advantage of it. Tom lazily drove down back roads, showing the girls some of the older houses that had been built in this area long ago. Some of them were really beautiful. Some of the leaves on the trees had started to change. The girls would point out a tree every so often that was speckled with the colors. At one point, they came on an open field surrounded by a fence. There were. The site where I found it got some stuff cut off and it said it was discontinued but heres the rest I hope I did a good job. The Angel of Hope, Alice

Oh man I'm good! I found the final chapters: Tom and Julie looked at each other for a moment. Suddenly, everything made sense. Tom realized he had forgot to lock the door. What was really interesting was that she had chosen to sleep in here. Tom whispered, “I forgot to lock the door yesterday. I think she came in here after she went to the bathroom. That might explain the way she was acting. I’ll talk with her if you want to go talk to Susan.” Julie nodded and then went out of the nursery. Tom walked over to the crib and leaned against the railing and watched Christy sleep for a minute as he gathered his thoughts. The girl looked so peaceful and content. He couldn’t help but smile at how small she looked inside the queen-sized crib. He quietly folded down the railing and lowered it so he could sit on the edge of the mattress. Tom gently shook the girl’s shoulder to wake her up. Christy slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. As she awoke, it occurred to her where she was and she snapped upright, dropping the teddy bear she had grabbed in her sleep. She thought for sure she was going to get spanked for having come in here when she knew she wasn’t supposed to. “Am I in trouble?” she squeaked out. Tom smiled kindly and said, “Oh no sweetie, not at all. I was just wondering why you wanted to sleep in here?” Christy looked down at her hands and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s ok if you do, you know. We kept this room locked because we didn’t think you girls would want to.” Tom said, deciding that a little honesty was called for in this situation. Christy looked confused and asked, “Why would you think we wanted to?” “Sometimes people get confused, sweetie. They aren’t sure of themselves or their place in life. At times like that, it’s nice to have something or someone to fall back on and take a break.” Tom explained Christy didn’t consciously make the connection between the way she was being treated and what Tom was saying, but it felt right. She was tired of all the confusion. The simplicity that this room suggested was a lot easier for her to relate to. She was starting to feel a little better, and looked around the nursery feeling content to be in here. “I like the way it makes me feel.” She said Tom asked, “Would you like this to be your room?” Without hesitation, Christy said, “Yes.” “It’s so pretty in here.” She added, changing the subject. Tom smiled and put his arm around her. He said, “It’s very pleasant isn’t it. I enjoyed building this room. I think your going to be very happy in here” For now, he would just let her settle in. He wanted to probe deeper as to why she came in here, but didn’t want to dredge up whatever had been bothering her. In time, she may share that with him, but didn’t appear to want to right now. The nursery seemed to be soothing her. “What about Susan?” She asked Susan and Christy had slept in the same room since they were babies. It hadn’t occurred to her until just now that they would be in separate rooms. Tom said, “Susan will need to make her own choice. I don’t know if she’ll want to move in here, but if she does, she’s more than welcome to. The crib is big enough for the both of you; I made it that way. But that’s up to her.” He doubted that she would, though. Christy nodded. That would take a little getting used to but she thought she could manage. She kind of hoped that her sister would want to sleep in here with her, though. Tom stood up and said, “Well, I think we should get you dressed and go downstairs for some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.” Christy smiled and started to slide off the edge of the crib and onto the floor. Tom reached out and grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to his side with a slight grunt. She thought this was kind of odd but let him carry her. She didn’t realize what he was doing until he started to set her down on the changing table. He laid her down and she sat back up, wondering what was about to happen, though she had a good idea. He smiled as he reached out, gently pushing her back down and said, “It’s ok sweetie, lay down.” She did as he asked and lay there. She hadn’t thought about the rest of what went with being in a nursery and was feeling a little weird about it, but it also felt right and made her feel good. Tom grabbed hold of her pajama bottoms and slid them off, setting them on the head of the table. He then tore apart the sides of her wet pull-up, grabbed her ankles and lifted her bottom in the air, sliding the garment from under her. Tom set her back down and balled the pull-up, tossing it in the middle diaper pail. He grabbed the wipes and started to clean her. Christy suddenly felt very self-conscious. She was used to being seen naked by Tom and Julie, but this was different. This was a very personal act of love. The self-consciousness subsided, and she started thinking about the way this was making her feel. She let the feelings wash over her and felt small, helpless, and very loved. Christy began to forget all about the horrible way she had felt last night. She drew in a sharp breath at the coolness of the wipes. They would have been in the warmer had they expected to be using them, he’d have to set a few things up in here later. After that chore was done, he grabbed a very thick diaper from the middle shelf down below. Christy blushed as he unfolded it and set it on the table. He lifted her again and slid it underneath. He then sprinkled on a good portion of baby powder. The smell hit Christy’s nose and she closed her eyes. This was so right. He grabbed another bottle with powder in it and covered her entire diaper area with it. This particular powder would remove the hair. They did this for obvious hygienic reasons as well as it adding to the effect of the regression. Tom pulled the diaper up snugly between her legs, and taped it shut. After he lifted her onto the floor, he grabbed her pajama bottoms and helped her step into them. He stroked the back of her head and said with a smile, “There, now that’s better isn’t it? How about we go downstairs and get that breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m very hungry.” Christy smiled back. They walked out of the nursery and headed downstairs. She was used to the bulk of the pull-ups, but these were much thicker. They would take some getting used to, as would the loud crinkle they made as she walked. She felt very peaceful. Her heightened senses from the shell were wrapping her in a blanket of warm fuzzy feelings and content. **************************************************** It took some explaining for a very inquisitive Susan. She was sure they had the nursery up there for her and her sister, and Julie had to keep telling her that she didn’t have to be in there unless she wanted to. Susan definitely didn’t want to. It’s not that she was upset at them planning to do so, but that she felt she was too old for a crib and nursery. She was a big girl. It didn’t occur to her to ask why they would want to put them in a there. Julie was thankful for the shell having its part in this, yet again. The way they discovered the room could have had serious consequences. It could have undone all the hard work they had accomplished so far, and they would be back to square one. It seemed to have thrown Christy into a mild relapse, but that was all. Tom would tell her for sure. It was an accident and she didn’t blame him. It could have happened to anyone. They were lucky with how things were turning out. Susan asked, “So, is Christy going to be in there now?” “I don’t know hon. If she wants to be, she can.” Susan thought it would be a strange thing, she and her sister always slept in the same room. On top of that, it would be like having a little sister. This struck her as very odd. The twins obviously didn’t see each other this way; it would be different. She kind of liked the idea. Christy had always been the more submissive of the two anyways, kind of like she looked to Susan for advice and strength. She suddenly thought of the changing table she’d seen and asked, “Is she going to wear diapers?” “If she chooses to stay in the nursery, yes.” Julie answered. Susan giggled at that thought. She couldn’t wait to see if her sister ended up in diapers. “If she does, I don’t want you picking on her about it.” Julie said. Susan had bothered her to no end, at first, when they put her in the pull-ups. She added, “If you do, I’ll put you in them too.” Susan promised she wouldn’t. She thought it was cute, actually. She suddenly wondered if she would have to changer her at all. “I won’t ever have to change her will I?” She asked “No, Tom and I will take care of that.” Susan was relieved to hear her say so. It might have been cute, but changing her sister’s diapers was another story. That would have been weird. As they continued to talk, Tom and Christy came downstairs. Julie looked up at Christy and said, “Good morning sweetie.” Christy said good morning and they all went out to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Susan could hear the diaper as her sister walked, and she giggled. She looked at her butt and could see the outline of it through her pajamas too. Julie gave her a light swat on the behind and Susan said she was sorry. Christy stuck her tongue out at her sister as they sat down at the table. Both the girls giggled. Tom and Julie were happy to see that it was all going over so well. Tom grabbed a couple of bowls from the cupboard and poured them some cereal. He gave Susan a cup of juice, and grabbed a sippy cup from one of the upper cupboards for Christy. The girls sat and ate their breakfast as they chattered on about what they might do today. Julie reminded them that Brian would be here sometime this morning. They had forgotten all about that and were kind of nervous about meeting him. Julie assured them that Brian was very nice and would probably be happy to play with them. After breakfast, Julie went upstairs with Susan to get her play clothes out for her. Tom took Christy to her new room and got her dressed. He moved the stuff out of the way of the closet, went in, and grabbed her a cute one-piece shirt with toddler themes on it. After he pulled it over her and snapped it in place, he grabbed her a pair of Osh Kosh coveralls and did the same. She lay there as he snapped up the legs and crotch, feeling so content to let him do so. She was getting very comfortable with the new way she was being treated, and loved the new clothes that were being put on her. At last, she felt truly safe and secure. Tom helped her up and patted her on her behind as she headed out of the room to play with her sister. He looked around the nursery. He was going to have to put the stuff he was storing in here down in the basement, and was also going to need to hook up the monitor and get the next phase of the regression put into the player at the end of the crib. He’d talk with Julie later this morning after Brian got here. Susan couldn’t wait to go out and play with Christy. She had a million questions for her. She was thrilled at the thought of having a little sister for a change. The possibilities were endless. Chapter 18 to be continued... This chapter ended up being so long, that I'm going to make it 19, instead of continuing 18. Author's perogative Sorry it took as long as it did. I struggled with this one, but I got it like I want it. Here it is... enjoy! Chapter 19 Susan waited for Christy in the kitchen after she got dressed. After she came in, the girls started to run out of the backdoor onto the porch. Julie yelled after them, “Walk! Don’t run. The swings will still be there.” “Okay.” The girls replied in unison. Racing each other everywhere they went seemed to be turning into a tradition. Tom and Julie had to keep yelling after them to slow it down. They walked down the porch steps and out of the gate through the backyard fence. As soon as they were out of Julie’s sight, they bolted for what they considered to be the better of the two swings. What made one better than the other was beyond Tom and Julie; children often did such things, having to find rivalry somewhere. Susan made it first and ran into it full force, letting her forward momentum carry her upwards as she hugged the seat. She swung back and forth like that as Christy slowed and walked the rest of the way to her swing. Susan said, “Ha, I beat you.” “So, I’ll get you next time.” Christy told her, and then stuck her tongue out. Susan returned the gesture as she stood up and sat down in the seat. They giggled as they started pumping their legs, going higher and higher. “Betcha I can jump further than you can.” Christy said “Oh yeah?” Susan said as she jumped off, pin wheeling her arms through the air, and landed in the grass. She almost slipped; the grass was still wet with the morning dew. Christy jumped off after pumping her legs harder a couple of times. She flew through the air and landed a foot further than her sister. As she hit the ground her feet slid out from under her, and she went down hard on her butt. It hurt a little but was mostly cushioned by the diaper. She lay down on the grass and started laughing. Susan asked her if she was okay. “Yeah. It rattled my teeth but I’m fine.” Christy told her as she tried to stop laughing. Susan giggled and held her hand out to help her up. As she pulled her sister up, she noticed the snaps on the inside of the legs of her red coveralls. They headed back over to the swings and sat for a moment. Susan looked more closely at her shirt underneath the bib and straps. Granted she herself was wearing coveralls with Minnie Mouse on it, but her sister’s had Winnie the Pooh on its bib and her shirt had little teddy bears drinking bottles on it. She asked, “You like being dressed like that?” Christy looked down at her clothes, and then at Susan’s. “Like what?” she asked, confused. Susan said, “Like a baby.” “I’m not dressed any different than you are.” “My clothes don’t open up in the legs.” Susan said as she pointed to the snaps. “I’m also not wearing a diaper.” Christy stared off into the open field. She knew here sister was going to start in, and braced herself. Her sister could be kind of mean sometimes, even though she didn’t mean to be. Christy finally said, “Please don’t make fun of me.” “I’m not, I wanna know if you like being dressed that way?” Susan answered. Though she thought it was kind of cute, she really didn’t understand why her sister would want to be a baby. Suddenly, as she was wondering if Christy liked wearing the diaper, it occurred to her that neither of them had been wetting the bed all of the time until recently. Christy did once in a while, but it was because of bad dreams. Why were they wetting the bed now? As her sister started to speak, the fleeting thought left her mind as quickly as it had entered. Christy replied, “Yeah, it makes me feel better.” Susan thought about this for a moment. She said, “Feel better than what?” Christy could feel herself getting a little upset. The feelings that had racked her last night started to surface and she hated feeling that way. She looked at Susan and said, “It just makes me feel better. Drop it.” “Sorrrrry.” Susan said, a little offended at her tone of voice. Christy sighed and stared back out into the field. Her sister just didn’t understand. She wasn’t even sure she understood it. She just liked it. She started thinking about her parents, and wished they were here right now. Her heart ached for them. “Do you remember that dream I was having?” She finally asked “Yeah.” Susan said. How could she not remember, it woke her up half the time too. “It must have been pretty horrible.” Christy continued on, “It was. It was about mom and dad, the night they didn’t come home. I hated that dream. It scared me really bad, Susan.” Susan looked at her sister. She could see she was struggling to keep from crying. Now she felt really bad. She shouldn’t have bugged her about the clothes. “I haven’t had that dream almost since we got here.” Christy finished. Susan got up and grabbed her sister’s hands, pulling her out of the swing. “I’m sorry Christy.” She said, and then hugged her. Christy told her, “Tom and Julie really love us, you know.” “I know.” All of a sudden, Christy started to dash inside and stopped. She stood there pinching her thighs together. The urge to pee hit her hard. She started running in out of habit, forgetting she was wearing a diaper. But was she actually supposed to use it? “What’s wrong?” Susan asked “I…” She was thinking of running in to ask Tom what she was supposed to do, though she felt kind of silly about it. With the lack of control she had these days, the indecision made the decision for her, and she wet herself. Susan watched, confused, as her sister blushed. It suddenly occurred to her what was happening. She giggled and said, “Come on ya big baby, Tom or Julie will probably wanna change you.” The girls headed inside. Tom was in the kitchen and Susan told him what happened. Christy still wasn’t sure if she was supposed to or not, and could only stand there when she tried to tell him. Tom smiled and said it was ok. He took her upstairs and laid her on the changing table. As he was changing her, Christy wondered about something else. She couldn’t look at him as she asked and stared at the ceiling. “Tom?” She started “What, sweetheart?” “If I have to… you know…” She beat around the bush Tom stopped what he was doing and looked at her. “…Yes?” “If I have to… go… you know…” She tried to ask and could only hold up two fingers. Tom laughed and continued what he was doing. Normally, there wouldn’t be any question as to what she was supposed to do. She would just go. But with the way she had found the nursery, things were backwards. Normally, the shell should have stripped her control first, before she was put into diapers. He put the next phase of the regression into the player in the crib earlier, but in the meantime, allowances would need to be made based on what she was comfortable with. “If you want, when you have to go, you can come get Julie or myself and we’ll help you in the bathroom. We don’t want you taking your own diaper off, so please come get one of us.” “Okay.” Was all she said. Tom finished changing her and got her dressed again. They headed downstairs and Susan was waiting. She smirked at her sister as the started back outside. As they headed out of the door, a car pulled up in front of the barn. Julie came out onto the porch and called into Tom, “It’s Brian. He’s here.” They headed down the steps and out of the yard; Tom called back for the girls to come along. They were a little nervous about meeting Brian. Tom called for them again and they reluctantly made their way down and over. Brian stepped out of the car and stretched. It had been a long ride. He was glad to be home and smiled as Julie hugged and kissed him. She said, “Oh it’s so good to have you home.” “It’s good to be here, mom.” He told her. “It’s been a long ride.” Tom took his turn when Julie was done. “I see you’re doing well.” Tom said as he pointed to the car. It was a mint-condition eighty’s style Camaro. “Yeah, I made partner at the firm. I was going to surprise you but I guess the cat is out of the bag.” He said and laughed. Susan and Christy stood and stared at him. “So these must be the twins I’ve heard so much about.” He said smiling at the girls. Christy took a step behind Julie, who in turn grabbed her hand and pulled her back around. “Hi.” She said, not knowing what else to do. “Well hello there.” He looked over at Susan, who waved, and then said to Julie, “Gee, they look just like each other. How do you tell them apart?” Susan giggled and said, “I’m Christy, and she’s Susan. It’s ok if you can’t tell us apart. Christy giggled and Julie smiled. Rolling her eyes, She said, “This one is Christy and she’s Susan.” Brian laughed and said, “I see, I just get here and your already making trouble for me.” He reached into his car and came out with two huge candy bars. The girl’s eyes went wide when they saw them. Tom and Julie didn’t let them have a lot of sweets. Brian knew this (having been in their shoes once), and thought it might break the ice. He exaggerated his tone of voice and looked disappointed as he told them, “Weeeell, I was going to let you have these but I don’t know now. You’ve got me so confused I can’t make up my mind.” The girls let out a pout and said, “That’s not fair!” He laughed again and handed over the candy. The girls started to run to the house to eat them with some milk and Tom called them back. He said, “What do you say?” “Thank you.” The girls said in unison “Your welcome and enjoy, I’m sure I’m going to get into trouble for giving them to you.” Brian said with a wink to Tom and Julie. They giggled and ran off to the house. Tom and Julie helped Brian bring his things into the house as they talked. They went upstairs and gave him the spare bed they now had in Susan’s room. Julie took off the plastic cover and put plain sheets and spreads on. After he was situated, the three of them went down to the living room and sat talking for a while. Brian elaborated on his new position at the law firm. Tom and Julie gave him the lowdown on the local news and hubbub. There wasn’t much to tell though, there rarely was in country settings. The five of them sat down at the table in the kitchen for lunch. Brian listened intently as the twins told him all about the tree house Tom was going to build them. He thought that was just fantastic and looked forward to helping out with it over the next week. They told him that even though he was a boy, he would be welcome in their girl’s club. He laughed and thanked them for the honor. After lunch, Christy was due for another diaper change, which Julie took care of. After that they let their stomachs settle for a while, and Julie took off for town to get the shrubs and flowers she needed. The girls watched a little TV before deciding on a game of hide-n-seek with Brian. He thought these two were the cutest and funniest girls he’d ever met and loved playing with them. He stood with his eyes covered by his arm, leaning against one of the big trees in the front yard. “… Nineteen… twenty. Ready or not, here I come!” Brian shouted He started around the side of the house towards the back yard. He checked behind the shrubs and bushes that were growing thick enough to hide one of them next to the house. Finding nothing, he continued on to the backyard. He looked at the barn but didn’t go in to search. They weren’t allowed in there unsupervised because of all the sharp tools Tom used. He bent over and looked under the van. They were small enough to hide under there, but didn’t see either of them. As he stood back up, he heard one of them giggle. It had come from the back porch area. “I wonder where they could be?” He said loud enough for them to hear. He heard another giggle but didn’t head over to the back porch just yet. He looked in the van, and then made his way over to the side of the barn. He looked up and down the bushes that grew along the side. Seeing nothing, he made his way over into the fenced in yard. Julie was planting some of the shrubs she’d come back from town with. “You see the girls come through here? I just can’t find them.” He asked her in a loud voice. Julie said, “I didn’t happen to see where they went to, hon. Perhaps you should check out behind the barn?” She winked at him and pointed to the porch Brian smiled and nodded. He said, “Alright, I guess I’ll have to go check.” He quietly made his way over to the porch and up the steps, being careful not to make a sound. Christy had all she could do to stay quiet. She was trying to keep from giggling so she could listen for him. The suspense was killing her; all she could hear was Julie working on the side of the porch. Brian was just there, but now she couldn’t hear him. She was tucked underneath the wicker love seat. It was just high enough for her to lie under. She wasn’t aware that her elbow was showing through the hem that draped down to the floor. Brian saw it. He reached down and grabbed her arm and pulled her out. As he pulled her out he shouted, “Got you!” He started to tickle her all over Christy screamed in surprise. She started squirming and kicking and laughing as Brian tickled her. The girls were extremely ticklish, which was bad news for them because now Brian was going to take advantage of that every time he could. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, she was laughing so hard. Suddenly Christy looked serious and begged for him to stop as she scrambled to get out from under him. She had just wet, but that wasn’t the problem. If he kept tickling her, she was going to mess herself too. Brian let her up and asked if she was ok. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” She said “Ah, well, while you do that, I’m going to go find your sister. My fingers are still in tickling mode.” He wiggled his fingers at her and grinned. She giggled and ran in to find Tom. He was in his study fooling around with his computer. After she told him what she needed, he led her upstairs to the bathroom and undressed her. When she was done, he took her to the nursery and put her in a dry diaper. She went back outside, Brian and Susan were waiting for her. From the look of Susan’s dried tears, it would appear that she’d been discovered as well. The three of them continued to play for most of the afternoon. Dinnertime rolled around and Tom got one of the highchairs for Christy. He placed her at the corner of the table between himself and Julie. She was a little self-conscious at first, but no one except Susan paid her any attention. Susan couldn’t help staring at her in the chair. Tom set Christy’s plate down and all of her food was cut up for her this time. Instead of the usual silverware they all used, Christy got a smaller fork with a plastic handle that had a Disney theme on it. After dinner and another diaper change for Christy, they all went for walk. The evenings were getting cooler and the girls were given light jackets. While they were out, they came across a small patch of cattails on the side of the road in a marshy bog. Susan and Christy grabbed one each, picking off little bits of fluff and blowing it at each other, giggling and laughing. When they got back to the house, it was about eight o’clock. Julie took Christy upstairs for a bath. She hadn’t taken a bath in several years, always showering. She was a little apprehensive of Julie washing her at first, but ended up enjoying it very much. The water was very warm and full of bubbles, it made her skin feel so soft. As Julie cleaned her of the day’s dirt and grime, she felt like she was being massaged. It was wonderful. After the bath, it was Susan’s turn to take a shower. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous about the bath her sister had gotten. But that was okay. She wasn’t sure she’d want someone washing her anyways. Tom helped Susan get ready for bed after she was done. It was only about nine, but she was tired and felt like going to bed anyways. It had been such a busy day. Julie brought in Christy to say goodnight and Susan couldn’t help but giggle. Her sister had been put in very thick cloth diapers for the night and they showed very easily through the light cotton footed pajamas Julie had put on her. Christy even thought it was kind of funny and giggled herself. They said their goodnights and Tom and Julie kissed Susan’s forehead, turned on the shell, and turned out the lights. They left the door open just a crack. They headed down to Christy’s new room and Tom lifted her into the crib. They gave her a kiss too and put the side of the crib up. Julie turned on the player that was in the bottom heart of the end-board, and the nightlight that was just above the end of the changing table. They left her door open just a crack. They went back downstairs and chewed the fat with Brian for a while longer before turning in themselves. “Their cute.” Brian said at one point. “They sure do take a lot out of you though.” They all chuckled at this. “The girls have come a long ways, but I also think there’s still a ways to go yet.” Tom said. Julie added, “Yes, but we’re definitely making progress.” The three of them continued to chat. They had so much to catch up on. The day had started off a little shaky, but in the end, it had been yet another great day. A filler chapter for the most part... Chapter 20 It had been four days since Brian had arrived. He and Tom were outside working on the tree house. They had the platform for the floor in place and were placing beams underneath for support. They came inside momentarily to get something to eat and drink. The girls were eating lunch at the table, as Julie sat and talked with them. She looked up as they came in and asked, “How’s it coming out there guys?” “So far, so good. We have the floor in place. After lunch we’ll probably wrap that up and start the walls.” Tom said Brain added, “Yup, it’s looking good. You girls will have your club before the week is out.” He reached out and tickled Susan just under her arm as she went to take a bite of her sandwich. She jumped at the surprise attack. “Hey!” She said as she laughed The girl’s stomachs were actually beginning to get a little sore from all the laughing when he did that. Christy didn’t mind at all; she liked the attention. Susan, though she liked the attention, was starting to get a little annoyed with it. After a while, it got to be overbearing. Julie said, “You probably shouldn’t do that while they’re eating, she could choke.” Susan stuck her tongue out at Brian and continued to eat her sandwich. He chuckled as he went about fixing his own lunch. Christy had finished hers about five minutes ago and was waiting to be let out of the highchair. She was full and felt a little tired, letting out a rather drawn out yawn as she watched everyone. Two new things had happened since Tom put the next phase in the crib’s player. She had lost almost all of her ability to control her bladder; often finding herself wet when Tom or Julie checked her, but couldn’t remember having to go. She didn’t really think anything of it. What she did think something of was the recent problem of controlling her bowels. It started two days ago. Like the wetting at first, it felt like she was going to go, even though she was holding it. She had a close call yesterday evening, and another one this morning. She didn’t mind wet diapers, but didn’t want to mess them. It would just be too embarrassing. Julie caught the yawn out of the corner of her eye as she watched the guys fix their lunch. With as active as the girls had become lately, she wanted to start putting Christy down for short cat-naps. Susan probably wouldn’t want to, but she would at least have her take some time out. As she started to get Christy out of the highchair, she said, “I think it’s time for a nap, sweetie.” Even though she felt a little tired, she didn’t want to miss anything and said, “I don’t need one, Julie. I’m okay.” She smiled and told her, “Nope, it’s definitely time for a nap. You’ll feel a lot better afterwards, trust me.” Christy asked with pleading eyes, “Do I really hafta?” She thought maybe she was joking. Julie said, “Yes, only for an hour or so. At least lie down and rest. You don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to, but I want you to at least rest.” As she started to take Christy upstairs, Susan asked, “Do I have to?” “You can if you want to, but if you don’t, you should at least take some time out and maybe quietly watch a movie or some TV.” She told her. Susan said, “I think I’ll just watch some TV.” Christy asked, “How come she doesn’t hafta take a nap? That’s not fair!” “You don’t need to worry about what Susan is doing, she’s going to take some time out too.” Julie told her. Christy let out a pout as Julie led her upstairs. After changing her into a dry diaper and a t-shirt, she helped her into the crib for her nap. Julie told her pleasant dreams, giving her a pacifier (they didn’t like her sucking her thumb when she slept, it often caused problems with the teeth), and then drew the blinds and walked out, closing the door behind her. Christy, contently hugging her stuffed teddy bear, was asleep only five minutes later. Brian put The Lion King into the DVD player for Susan. She loved that movie, but always cried when Mufasa died, it was so sad. She grabbed one of the big throw pillows, a small blanket, and curled up in the recliner. Julie came back downstairs and decided to watch the movie with her. She lay down on the couch as it began. Something started to tug at Susan’s thoughts as they smiled at each other. Something wasn’t right. At first she thought it might be the absence of her sister, but that wasn’t it. She didn’t know what else it could be, but something was missing. She looked over at Julie again and found herself getting out of the recliner. She stood in front of her with the pillow and blanket in hand, and Julie scooted back far enough into the couch so that she could lie in front. As they got themselves situated, Julie covered her with the blanket and put her arm around her. She lightly rested her chin on the girl’s head and smiled to herself as they continued to watch the movie. Less than an hour later, Susan fell asleep. She felt so warm and cozy tucked next to Julie; she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It was almost time to get Christy up from her nap, but she didn’t want to wake Susan doing so. She was actually rather surprised that she fell asleep. The girl could be very stubborn when she wanted to be, and she hadn’t wanted to take a nap. Julie started to think about a few of the things she needed to take care of over the next week or so as Susan slept on. School was going to start soon. She had some paperwork to fill out and send in. She had gotten certified to home school when they first got Brian. Obviously, the girls couldn’t go to school in the regressed state they were in. Julie hated this part of it all. She would teach them certain subjects to a degree, but in the state they were in, schooling could only be taken so far. She needed to smudge some of the work she had to mail in until they were capable of doing it themselves. She couldn’t help but feel like some kind of shady, backhanded, cheater. It would only be for a year or so until they started bringing the girls back up to their respective ages. The only other consolation she got from all of it was that the ends justified the means. At least she hoped they did. Tom came in and was going to ask Julie if she’d seen the small level anywhere. When he saw Susan sleeping with her, he smiled and whispered his question. Julie whispered, “No, but did you check the utility drawer in the kitchen?” They often threw their tools in there when they were busy and in a hurry. Tom started to go find out when Julie added, “Would you please get Christy up? I don’t want her oversleeping. Tell her she can come down and watch the rest of this movie, but to be quiet.” Tom nodded and went upstairs. He gently woke her up and got her out of the crib. After changing and dressing her in a cute one-piece and some socks, he relayed Julie’s message as they walked downstairs. She quietly curled up in the recliner, still carrying the stuffed teddy bear. She really liked that teddy. It was over-sized, super soft, and made her feel little. She had even named him Mr. Bear. The girls went outside to watch Tom and Brian work on their girl’s club after Susan woke up. It was such a beautiful day; Julie put the girls in sundresses. They were so excited to have their club and wanted to help. The guys told them there wasn’t much they could do, but not wanting to make them feel left out, had them hand off tools as they needed them. As the guys preoccupied the twins, Julie was taking care of some laundry. She sat there thinking that it would be nice to take the girls out somewhere fun. She didn’t like keeping them around the house all the time without going out once in a while. The trick, was taking them somewhere fun and safe. They could be dressed down while out, but now Christy was in diapers and that had to be taken into account. She knew just where they could go, though. She smiled as she thought of the fun they’d have. She would talk to Tom and Brian tonight, and surprise the girls tomorrow. She was pretty sure they were going to like where they were going. (this one is dedicated to a good friend. you know who you are) Enjoy... ******************************* Chapter 21 Christy lay awake in her crib. She was supposed to be taking a nap, but couldn’t sleep. Tom and Julie had told her earlier this morning that they would be taking her and her sister out later this afternoon for a surprise. How was she supposed to take a nap without knowing what fun exciting thing they would be doing later on? As she lay there, Christy let out an exasperated sigh. She couldn’t even get comfortable, let alone try to shut her eyes and sleep; she was too excited. Where were they going? What were they going to do? All three of the adults had seemed rather excited about it. Christy rolled from her side onto her back as she let out another sigh. She was thinking about calling for Tom or Julie to come get her out. She just couldn’t sleep. They had made it very clear that she was not to get out herself, and if she didn’t sleep, then she was to at least lay here and rest until they came and got her. The worst part was, she had no idea how long she’d been in here now. There was no clock. It felt like maybe an hour, but it could have been less. She decided to try and call for them anyways. The baby monitor was on and they should hear her. “Tom, Julie? I really can’t sleep! Can I please get up?” Several minutes went by and no one came. She called several more times and waited. Still no one came. She let out yet another sigh of discontent and stared at the ceiling. This had to be the longest hour of her life. On top of that, she was pretty wet now too. Normally, she couldn’t even tell she had gone, like when she was playing with Susan or off doing her own thing. When lying still in the crib, she could feel the dampness spread downward when it happened, making her butt wet. She found this to be a somewhat pleasing, but odd sensation. It was warm for a while afterward, but didn’t take long to agitate her. Now there was a new problem. Christy had to poop, and for some reason lately, she wasn’t very good at holding it. She got up on her knees, holding the side of the crib as she called out for Tom. “Tom? Can you come an get me please?” She waited a minute before calling again. She tried Julie’s name a few times after that. Still neither one of them came upstairs. Now she was getting upset, she really needed to go. Why wouldn’t they come? She thought of shouting out why she needed them, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. ******************************* Tom was inside occupying Susan during quiet-time, with a game of go-fish. Julie and Brian were sitting in the swing seat on the front porch. It had been such a nice week for him. It was great to be home and the girls were just fantastic. He was feeling kind of blue though; he only had two days left before he had to head back to work. “I wish I didn’t have to go.” He told Julie. Julie said, “It’s been a nice week hon, but you still have two days. Enjoy them.” Brian nodded. “This is true.” he smiled and said. Julie put her arm around him, giving him a hug. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. Brian said, “Okay, none of that mushy stuff!” As she started to laugh, Christy’s voice came through the receiver that was clipped to her jeans. Julie listened only for a moment, hearing that Christy just wanted out of her nap. She knew she hadn’t slept at all this afternoon, hearing her toss and turn in the crib, but still wasn’t going to let her out until quiet-time was over. Julie looked at her watch, noting there was still 20 minutes left. Her attention went back to Brian as she pointed a finger at him and said, “I’ll have you know mister, you’re never too old for the mushy stuff.” Brian ginned from ear to ear. He loved Tom and Julie so much. If it weren’t for them, there was no telling where he might be today. He didn’t really understand that back then, but looking back on it now in his thirties, he truly appreciated what it was they had done for him. He was about to give her a sarcastic remark when Christy called out again. Julie said, “I don’t think she’s going to give up. Reminds me of someone I once knew.” Brian looked over both shoulders as she stared at him. He pointed to himself with a questioning look. “Who… me?” he asked and then looked away saying innocently, “Not me! I think you have me confused with someone else. Perhaps Josh or Alice?” Brain smiled and held his index fingers and thumbs in a circle above his head. Laughing, Julie told him, “It may be a halo now, but I seem to recall little horns holding it up. In fact, if you look closely, you can still see the scuff marks where they used to be.” Christy had called for Tom and then Julie through the receiver several times. Then there was silence. Just when she thought the girl had given up, she heard her crying and calling out of grievance. Something had just happened and she’d need to go find out what it was. “I’ll be right back.” She said. Brian watched her walk into the house. He sat there for almost ten minutes before he went inside too. He wondered what had happened to Christy, she sounded kind of upset. In the grand scheme of things though, she had nothing to worry about. Everything was being taken care of for her. Brain, though very happy with the life he’d made for himself, momentarily missed the days when he had no worries except to be changed, fed, and loved by Tom and Julie. Smiling to himself, he went into the living room and sat with Tom and Susan. ******************************* Susan shot a mock look of menace as she laid down the eight Tom had asked for. He chuckled and put the card with his own into the pile of pairs he had going, which was a bit bigger than hers. This was the third game in a row he was winning. Susan folded her arms and said with jest, “I think you’re a cheater!” Tom laughed and told her, “I most certainly am not. I can’t help it if I can count cards!” Looking confused, she asked, “Count cards?” “Yes. Some people have the ability to know what cards are what based on their odds of appearing, keeping track of their appearance, and so forth.” “I knew you were cheating! I knew it” Susan proclaimed. Tom laughed again and said, “I was just kidding, Susan. I would never cheat. That’s a very dishonest thing to do. I want you to know that if I ever thought you were cheating, I’d paddle that behind of yours!” He was only joking about the paddling, but continued on, “Besides, I know your not cheating.” He glanced at her pile, and then at his pile, and started laughing. Susan shot him another menacing look and giggled. In the back of her mind, she hoped he was only kidding about the paddling. She thought cheating was very dishonest too, but made a mental note never to cheat Tom, just in case. Brian came in the room, and as he sat down on the couch, he reached out and pinched Susan’s knee several times, making her jump. She liked him a lot but was getting really annoyed at being tickled all of the time. She didn’t mean to, but before she could stop herself she reached out and slapped his arm as hard as she could. It didn’t hurt him much, but the look on her face said she was very serious. Tom reached out and firmly gripped her jaw and cheeks, turning her head towards his. Susan stared into his eyes with immediate dread and remorse. She knew she shouldn’t have hit Brian like that, but the emotions had just bubbled up inside her. She felt bad, but was more worried that she’d now be spanked for it. Tom sternly said, “Hey! We don’t hit other people, Susan. Explain yourself!” and let go of her so she could talk “I… he…” she stammered, panicking and trying to think of something to say. Tom, with a slightly raised voice, said, “I want an answer! Why did you hit him?” She looked at Brian with pleading eyes, who then raised his eyebrow, waiting for her response. With the both of them staring at her on the spot, she couldn’t think. She thought for sure Tom was going to spank her now. Tom patiently added, “If you don’t have an answer, the two of us can stay home tonight and discuss your attitude while they go out and have fun.” Her mind reeled. She hated being on the spot like this. It made her blush. “Because he won’t stop tickling me.” She finally said, being the only thing she could think of to say. Tom said, “That’s no reason to hit someone. If you didn’t want him tickling you, you should have asked him to stop.” “I’m sorry Susan, I didn’t know it was bothering you like that.” Brian added. She looked down at her hands, feeling rather guilty. “You need to apologize.” Tom told her She looked up at Brian, almost to the point of crying and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. I feel really bad.” Brian gave her a hug and told her it was ok. “In the future, talk to me if you want something. I can’t go around explaining to everyone that I got beat up by a little girl.” Brian said and smiled at her. Susan giggled and gave him a hug. They started the game over, dealing Brian in, when Julie came downstairs with Christy in hand. Her eyes were still a little puffy from crying, and Brian wondered what had happened. “You okay sweetheart?” He asked her. Christy bit on her lower lip and squeezed Julie’s hand. “She’s ok, she just had a little accident is all.” Julie told him as she squeezed back. Susan glanced at her sister, wondering what was so big about that? She wet herself all the time now, what difference did it make? She was going to ask what the big deal was when it suddenly dawned on her what Julie had meant. She quickly went back to her cards, glad that it wasn’t her. Wanting to change the subject, Julie said, “Maybe you girls would like to do something different with your hair before we get you ready to go. We have a while yet.” “Yeah! And maybe we can dress the same and everything.” Susan added. Christy perked up at this. She definitely wanted to try something different with her hair, but the twins absolutely loved going out in public dressed and looking exactly the same. Julie said, “Well sure, we’ll get everyone wondering who’s who.” “Jeez, I already have trouble telling you two apart. Now you’re really going to confuse me.” Brian joked. The girls giggled. Christy suddenly wondered about her diapers. She didn’t think anything of them when they were here, but where would they be going? Would people be able to see them? What about if she needed to be changed? Where were they going to do that? She thought for a moment that maybe she didn’t have to wear them for the night. The only two problems with that were, she liked wearing them, and she needed them. She’d wet herself without them. “Umm, Julie? Won’t people see me?” Julie looked confused and asked, “See you? What do you mean?” Christy pointed to the diaper under her shorts. “Oh. No sweetie, I’ll make sure they can’t. I don’t think anyone will notice anyways, with where we’re going. Trust me, we’re going to have a lot of fun.” Christy smiled at her. She knew that wherever they were going, Tom and Julie would take care of her and do it quietly. Tom and Brian turned on the TV while the girls started talking about their hair. They went upstairs to Tom and Julie’s bedroom to work on it. She had a vanity desk and mirror for the girls to sit at so they could watch as Julie did her work. They had decided on some simple weaves and ponytails this time around. The girls talked and giggled as they took their turns sitting in front of the mirror. They couldn’t wait to find out where they were going and kept trying to goad it out of Julie, who kept shrugging off their “sly” questions. After their hair had been fixed to perfection, Julie took them both to Christy’s room as she picked out some of the more discreet clothes for them to wear. Susan saw her getting two of everything and would have objected to being put into baby clothes except that they weren’t really babyish. Two pair of baggy shorts, two pair of shirts with pink hearts on them, and two pair of pink socks. For just such occasions as this, Julie had gotten spandex shorts to put on over diapers to quiet them. She went into the bottom drawer of the crib’s dresser and got them. As Susan got her clothes on, Julie got Christy dressed in hers. She took them both downstairs for the guys to see, who were blown away at just how identical these two were when they even dressed the same. Thirty minutes later, all five of them headed out to the van. Christy asked her sister for the third time if she was sure she couldn’t see her diaper. Susan rolled her eyes letting out an amused sigh, and told her for the final time that no, she couldn’t. Tom got in the drivers seat, buckling himself in. Julie placed a large duffle bag in the back of the fan, and then helped the girls into their seatbelts in the backseat before getting in up front. Brain sat down between the girls, reaching over to tickle Christy. She jumped at his touch and giggled. Susan held her breath waiting for hers, but he only looked over at her and smiled as he patted her on the leg. She smiled back but felt kind of jealous and left out. She knew he didn’t tickle her because of earlier, but couldn’t help feeling that way anyways. They took

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Meh. Not a fan. Bioshock! "Would you kindly say that you love it."

Okay, as an answer to everyone I bought them before I asked because I already knew that they we're excellent diapers. This is also why I bought a case, I already knew. I simply made this to know what the differences were and what to expect. And no, I dont plan to use these for outdoor use. I like to keep my business quite private...at least when it comes to regression. The only thing I wouldnt like is that they look way medical and not so plain but I wear my diapees under my baby clothes anyway so I kinda dont care. As long as these can take an enema (Which I know they can) I'm happy. The Angel of Hope, Alice

Hey Guys, I just wanted an honest opinion on this and I know this has been discussed before but I'm just putting this out there again. I just ordered a case of Abena X-Pluses from XP Medical. I'm used to wearing Bambino Classicos though but I thought I'd try something new for once. What should I expect and what are the main differences? Thanks in advance guys. The Angel of Hope, Alice

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*Sigh* I kinda find your postdepressing as well, Mike. My dad started potty training me right before I turned two and took away my pacis by the time I was one and a half. O would've given anything to be able to stay in my diapers for a while longer. I even remember being like four or five and asking my mom to get me Pull-ups after a pull-ups commercial came on during an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos. I wonder if she remembers that and thinks its funny that I', AB now, lol. The Angel of Hope, Alice

I wear mine cause I never grew up and I wuv my diapees The Angel of Hope, Alice

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C'mon Kohai. Nausicaa is my favorite movie ever. I sleep with a Totoro plushie. I have the Ponyo Blu Ray on preorder. I'm a Miyazaki freak through and through. Hell, I just finished watching Howl's again like 5 minutes ago.... The Angel of Hope, Alice

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For me, its laying down on my bed, wearing my pink satin romper with "Baby Alice" stitched on the bodice with a nice bambino under. Then, with my blankie over me and sucking on a warm bottle of milk then finishing off the bottle, popping in my paci, hugging Totoro close to me, and drifting off to sleep.

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I second this motion. The Angel of Hope, Alice

^^;Was that aimed at me?...I gave my all time fav but I have many favorites...