Baby D

I just wanted to let all the friends I've made here at DD know that I am leaving. I'm leaving Daily Diapers and I'm leaving the lifestyle. I've been struggling with that decision for a couple months now and I've finally concluded that I no longer need what I had been getting from being an AB. The AB lifestyle was an emotional security blanket that helped me through my childhood and teen years. Now that those days are gone and I've come to terms with certain things, it's time for me to move past this stage in my life. It's time for me to "grow up" so to speak. I don't think it's meant to be a forever thing... just a coping mechanism. I want you to know that I will miss you. I haven't posted much in the past year, but I've been lurking around, even if my visits did get fewer and fewer over the months. I always enjoyed reading the stories that people posted. And just a note, to anyone that has written a story and posted it here and got harshly criticized, don't worry. I've read all the stories and while grammar could have been better, the story lines were great. Keep it up because the more you do it, the better you'll get. I especially enjoyed the stories by Turtlepins and Botox. I still think Daily Diapers is still the coolest place ever and as long as it is up and running, I don't think any other site will be able to compete. The people here are great and DailyDi does an incredible job of running the boards and site. I want to thank all of my friends here for being my friends. I wish the rest of you much luck as you continue down your own life path. Things can change in an instant. Good luck and I will miss all of you guys! -Del

Thanx for your replies, I really appreciate it. It gives me some ideas of what to possibly expect from you guys that have been at it longer than me. Perhaps though, that it is possible to "outgrow" it. Maybe we just don't hear about it because once the desire is gone, it's gone. They wouldn't continue to hang around here to tell us about it. But I would like to get to a point where it is like an "old friend" as Pipsqueak put it. I would like to "hang out" with it from time to time and just relax and be a baby... but a desire of some sort has to be there. Otherwise, it would be kind of like a man dressing up in frilly dresses when he has no desire to do so. It wouldn't feel right to him. He'd feel stupid. I do know that whether you "outgrow" it or not (if that's even possible) that it's always going to be a part of who you are. Once you become a part of this community it's like you see a lot of things differently than before. But then again, it's probably a phase. Another one of those cycles... just as vicious as the binge/purge cycle. But once again, I do appreciate your input.

This may be a bit unprecedented, however I am going to go ahead and ask anyways. This question is generally geared towards towards adult babies/adult kids, but DL's are free to respond as well. I know that a lot of people in our community go through the whole binge and purge cycle. It's a vicious cycle that usually starts with guilt. But has anyone felt like they are outgrowing their AB side? I am completely comfortable with who I am and I have always considered my AB side to be a big part of who I am and I'm not ashamed to admit it to people. However, for over a month now I've been feeling like I don't need this anymore. I've been wanting diapers, my paci, etc less and less. I haven't worn a diaper in 2-3 weeks when I used to wear every night and I was wearing to work a lot even. I'm just wondering if perhaps that the emotional aspect of being an AB is just a crutch? A coping mechanism that we use until we figure out whatever it was that was really "hurting" (I use that figuratively) us. (For those that are AB's because of the emotional aspect, such as myself) Perhaps it's really only meant to be a stage of our life... one that we eventually "outgrow" so to speak. And of course there are AB's that are into it for the sexual aspects, but that's really a different ball game. It's just that the more I think about it, I really can't see myself living like this forever. When guys say they wanna change me, I can't even begin to describe how put off I am. I don't need a daddy to take care or me and honestly I don't want a daddy to take care of me. I want a real relationship where diapers are not the center. I can't see myself having children and hiding this from them. I feel so weird feeling like this. I feel weirder feeling like this, than I do about the AB thing. I know about being an AB and I'm completely okay with it. But now I don't know how to feel about myself. I feel like I'm losing an important part of myself, but I feel completely okay with losing that part of myself. I would love to hear from you guys and hear what you think.

My little brother is six and we're working with him on his grammar. The sentence may be: She fell down. My brother will say it as: Her fell down. "she is" becomes "her is" and "he is" becomes "him is" It definitely helps make you sound like a 5 year old. Hope this helps.

If they're the same ones I ordered off of Sams Club online, then they're really not all that bad. They definitely could be better, but they're outstanding quality considering their price. The tapes aren't sticky; they use the velcro tapes. And they're cloth backed... but really they're pretty good. I use them more for stuffers than anything else. But I guess you'll just have to try them out for yourself to see.

I realize that a lot of the people here generally think of diapers in a sexual way. Diapers are a "turn-on" to them. For me, diapers are just security. Diapers do not turn me on or anything sexual. What I want to know, is why the majority of people (outside of this fetish) think diapers are a sexual thing. Or maybe it's just the people I've talked to. It's like they hear "adult" and "diaper" and they immediately think "old" or "sex". (That is if they know that it's not a medical issue for you.) Why is this?

You have to take into consideration that most people know nothing of our lifestyle or this fetish. How can you expect a youth group leader to know about it? I would have felt very awkward and out of place... but that's only becuase I'm into this sort of thing. To someone else, it is just a game, a joke, a laugh. Actually, how different is the game they played, from playing house as kids growing up? Those boys weren't "forced" to do anything they didn't want to do. As far as the fudge in the diapers, again it is just a game and means nothing to anyone not knowledgeable of our lifestyle. Actually a lot of baby showers have games that do similar things. Buy anyways, that's just what I think.

Awesome find DailyDi! But it would be a lot cooler if it wasn't all kept so "hush hush" like Eric D, said.

It is a sick concept. A parent who really cares about their kid is going to want things done in the best interest of their child. Granted, the guy was old enough to know better, but he had been brought up doing it practically his whole life. Their are better ways of making money than subjecting your children to that kind of abuse.

That is odd, but kool nonetheless. Neat find.

The first store we went to carried all kinds of diapers in all sizes. My grandma sought out an employee for help. “Can you help me to get some cloth diapers in his size?” She said while pointing to me. The employee was really pretty and I watched her smile as she lead us to the youth section. I felt my face get hot. “Ok, we’ll need some measurements..” She said as she took out a measuring tape. She measured my waist and my legs and some other stuff. “How many diapers do you think you’ll be needing?” “How about four dozen daytime gauze pre-fold cloth diapers and two dozen nighttime gauze pre-fold cloth diapers.” My grandma told the employee. “Ok, let me send this order to the back for them to bring them up here.” The employee said. “Of course we’ll also be needing some plastic pants too.” My grandma said. The employee led us to another section with just plastic pants in different styles, colors and prints. My grandma told me to pick out 15 pair. I felt weird doing it while they watched, but it didn’t look like I had much choice. I picked 4 white pairs, 2 blue ones, 2 green ones, 2 with rockets, 2 with trucks, 2 with race cars and I didn’t know which one to choose as my last one. My grandma picked out a pair with puppies and kittens. Half of the plastic pants were in the snap-up style. We wound up having to borrow a cart from the store to haul all of the diapers my grandma bought. We didn’t even go drop them off at the car, instead we went to the next store. The next store was a clothing store. I thought it was a normal store until I saw all of the weird outfits the modeled. My grandma went up to the manager who looked like she was about the same age as my mom. I heard my grandma say something about special clothing. After a few moments, the lady led us back to another room where there were lots of baby outfits that looked big enough to fit me! “Ok, we’re going to need some measurements.” The lady informed us. “For these measurements, we’re going to need you to strip down to your diaper, okay?” She asked nicely. There was NO WAY that I was going to strip down to my diaper in front of her! So I just stood there. Eventually my grandma told me to strip, but again I refused. “Rodney Shaun, I highly suggest that you strip down to your diaper right now, unless you want to be a very sorry little boy tonight.” I looked at my grandma with pleading eyes, but I got no mercy in return. Before I knew it, the lady grabbed me and laid me down on the floor and began taking my pants and shirt off. Then she began taking measurements. I was crying out of embarrassment. “Ok Ma’am, I’m finished with these measurements, but you said he would need some clothes to fit over his cloth diapers?” “Oh yes, of course.” My grandmother said. “Lay still Rod while I change you into your new cloth diapers.” I about had a fit. I was not going to let her change me in front of anyone. I began moving around and finally jumped up so that she wouldn’t take my diaper off. Unfortunately when I jumped up she grabbed my diaper, tearing it completely off. I immediately froze and covered myself up. Before I knew it, my grandmother grabbed me and put me over her knee! Within moments she was spanking me and it hurt like hell! I couldn’t believe that she would ever spank me, and here she was doing it in a public place in front of someone! I cried more out of embarrassment than pain. But before it was over, I was howling in pain. After that mortifying ordeal, my grandma put me back on the floor and diapered me back up using the cloth diapers. They felt much thicker than the disposables I had been wearing. I tried rubbing my bum, but that was impossible to do through those thick diapers! I wound up getting measured AND spanked! Once I was measured, they talked over the details as to what clothes were to be made and such. When my grandma said it was time to leave, I was ready to flip out. I knew there was no way the pants would fit over the cloth diapers. “Grandma, can you change me back into the other diaper since my pants won’t fit over these?” I asked meekly. “No.” She said curtly. “You’re going to go as you are now, except you can put your shirt back on.” This day just kept getting worse and worse and I could tell that she was absolutely serious. It seemed like we had been in that one store forever! On the walk out to the car, EVERYBODY was watching me! And I heard a lot of them say things about a big kid being in diapers. I was crying again by the time we got back to the car. My grandma didn’t say anything to me the entire trip back to her car. I just got into the car and sat down. I didn’t say anything while she loaded the supplies into her car. By the time we were back on the highway headed towards home, I had calmed down a lot. That’s when my grandma started talking to me. “Rod, I absolutely cannot believe how you behaved today! I have never known you to act that way. You should know better than to whine and complain and generally disobey when someone tells you to do something.” She scolded. “Why did you spank me!? In front of someone too!” I yelled. “It sounds like someone didn’t learn his lesson. Maybe I need to pull this car over and make sure that he learns his lesson this time?” She said. I don’t think she really meant it, but better safe than sorry. “No, I learned my lesson grandma!” She smiled. “I spanked you because you wouldn’t listen to me. The lady needed to take those measurements and the only way for her to do it accurately is for you to strip down. I wanted to make sure that you knew who was in charge and that you need to listen under any circumstance.” I sat there quietly for the rest of the trip home. When we got back to her house, she made me eat a sandwich and then go take a nap. Surprisingly, I went to sleep right away. When I woke up from my nap, it was almost dark outside. Either I was asleep for a long time, or we didn’t get back until late. I found my grandma in the kitchen fixing dinner. “Good evening sleepyhead! You slept for 2 hours! I’m fixing stuffed peppers and scalloped potatoes for dinner, so why don’t you go into the den and watch some tv?” I nodded and headed into the den. I turned on the tv and wound up watching Clifford. Since I didn’t want my grandma to see what I was watching, I kept switching the channel back and forth between Clifford and MTV. I got really involved in Clifford and forgot all about my grandma seeing me until she came in and said it was time for dinner. I fumbled with the remote for a second before getting the channel changed back over to MTV. I looked at her and knew that she had seen what I was watching. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted her to know how into this baby thing I was getting. If today was any indication of what was to come, then I felt like a doomed prisoner. She smiled as I walked past her. I settled at the table and was already eating when she sat down. I know she watched me for a few minutes before she started eating, but I pretended not to notice. Very little was said during dinner. She finished before I did and told me to come upstairs after I finished. I heard her start running the water and figured that I would be getting a bath. She made me stand in the bathroom while she took me shirt off and unpinned my diapers. As I got into the tub she remarked on the state of my bottom. “Hmm, I really did a number on your bottom. It’s still red!” Bath time was rather uneventful too. She was gentle with my bottom when she washed it. She made sure I was squeaky clean before she let me play for a few minutes. Afterwards, she pinned me into a set of four cloth diapers and the plastic pants with the rockets. “Rod, I have some things to tell you and since it’s almost bedtime anyways you might as well hop into bed.” She said after coming out of the bathroom. I did as I was told without argument. Once I was tucked into bed, she began. “Well, I wanted to tell you that Luke proposed to your mother and she accepted. They set the wedding date for this Sunday!” “That’s awesome!” I said excitedly. I thought Luke was awesome, especially since I never really knew my own dad. “Well I wanted you to know that your mother requested that you attend the wedding in diapers.” My grandma continued. “Marie and Jamie are still being punished so they will definitely be in diapers, but much more obviously than you will be. The clothes that you were measured for, should arrive tomorrow and a suit is included among them.” I was surprised at all my grandma told me. Even though my mom and Luke had been dating awhile, I hadn’t expected them to get married this quick. The thought of attending the wedding in diapers kinda excited me, but I didn’t let my grandma know that. I just agreed with everything she said. “And one more thing Rod. I have a surprise for you tomorrow, so sleep tight and rest well!” she said as she turned off the light and left. I fell asleep wondering what surprise she could possibly have for me. Tomorrow came soon enough and as soon as I was awake, I sought out my grandma in hopes of receiving my surprise. When I found her in the kitchen I immediately asked about the surprise. She laughed. “Calm down, Rod. You’ll get it when it’s time. Now eat your cereal before it gets too soggy.” I quickly ate my cereal to get it over with. Afterwards my grandma changed my wet diaper and put me into another set of four diapers. My grandma told me to play quietly in the den while she tended to some things. I lost track of time, but I think it was somewhere around 10:30 when there was a knock at the door. I didn’t think much of it. I just yelled to my grandma and made sure that she knew there was someone at the door. She appeared a few moments later and opened the door. Since I was watching tv, I paid no attention to whoever was at the door.

I couldn’t see who picked me up, but when I looked around, I saw that Miquela and Lauren were both gone. My first thoughts were that they ditched me when they saw someone coming. This person carried me away from where our room was located. Eventually we entered a room and I saw Miquela, Lauren and Jennifer already there and waiting. The person sat me down on a chair next to them and that’s when I saw it was a guy. I couldn’t help myself I lost control and started sobbing. I was terrified of older men, and being in this small, vulnerable body made it so much worse. Eventually, Miquela managed to calm me down, that’s when the guy finally spoke. “This is the security office. Would you mind telling me what you were doing out of your rooms and on the computer of all places?” He demanded. From somewhere I found the strength to talk when I realized that nobody else was going to. “Well, I was trying to email a friend back home and tell her what has happened to us!” “Well now. That didn’t work out like you planned, did it?” He said gruffly. “Now tell me what room you’re from so I can turn you over to your caretakers.” I figured that since Jennifer had been caught, he would know which room we were from since she was standing right outside the door. I looked over at her and I heard her whisper, “I came looking for you all.” I really wasn’t sure I should tell him which room we’re from or not. I mean, they’d figure it out eventually because our caretakers would report us missing in the morning. Finally after a long silence I mumbled, “Ms. Wright’s room.” “Thank you.” He said gruffly. “Now let’s go.” He said as he picked all four of us up. In no time at all, we were standing in front of the door leading into our room as the security guard pounded on the door. It was a few moments before the door was answered and with my luck, it was Ms. Wright. For a few short moments I thought her expression was funny. I watched as her jaw literally dropped open. She was dumbfounded for a few moments. I guess she was trying to figure out how we managed to get out of our cribs and out the door without being seen or heard. Finally she spoke, “I really don’t even know what to say, except thanks for bringing them back.” The officer nodded, handed us over and then walked off. Once the door was shut, she exploded on us. “What were you four doing!?!” That’s when the other three caretakers came out, looking groggy. “Whoa.” Jessie said. “What are they doing up?” “Your guess is as good as mine!” Ms. Wright said angrily. “What were you all doing up?” Jessie demanded. After a long pause, Miquela spoke up. “We were emailing a friend back home and letting her know what’s happened to us!” Ms. Wright shook her head in disbelief. “Oh don’t worry, I got caught before I could hit the damn send button!” I said angrily towards Ms. Wright. She acted surprised over the way I talked to her. She should know me better than that by now. Until now the other two staff members were quiet. Nicole, Jennifer’s caretaker spoke up. “I think these four naughty little girls need a reminder of what happens to little girls who don’t listen.” “I agree.” Zoe, Lauren’s caretaker, replied. I gulped, because I knew what was coming. I didn’t want it to, especially after the first time, but I knew it was coming nonetheless. I looked up and saw Ms. Wright glaring at me. I really wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, but it didn’t. All four of us were picked up by our caretaker and carried to a chair. Ms. Wright sat me on her knee as she pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my cloth diapers. To my chagrin, tears were already streaming down my face, but I remained silent. Then she put me over her knee and started spanking my bum. It was horrible, but nothing I did, stopped the rain of spanks coming down on my vulnerable bottom. I howled and cried. Finally when I broke down and laid across her lap sobbing, she stopped. She turned me over and sat me up. I reached for her neck and hugged it tightly. “I.. I’m so.. sorry mom.. mommy.” I said as I cried into her neck. After a few minutes, she pulled me away, “sshh Baby, it’s alright.” She laid me down and pinned my diapers back onto me before carrying me over to my crib. She laid me down into it and then leaned down and whispered to me “we have some talking to do in the morning, Baby Girl.” Before she walked away, she pulled out a pacifier and put it in my mouth. The steady rhythm of sucking the pacifier put me to sleep in no time, despite my burning backside. I awoke happy and peaceful the next morning. For some reason my spirit felt light and carefree. When Ms. Wright entered the room, I felt my spirit soar and I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. My brain told me Ms. Wright, but when I said it, it came out as Mommy and it felt right. She smiled and lifted me out of the crib. She carried me to the cafeteria and fed me my breakfast and took me to the changing area in our nursery. She changed me into a set of four cloth diapers and a t-shirt. Then she took me outside on the beach. We sat on a bench and watched the waves for a little while before she spoke. “You know Del, you’ve been making things a lot harder than they have to be. This whole trip wasn’t meant to punish anyone. This trip was to help you all become better people by learning how to behave and live a little without always focusing on your future.” She explained, speaking to me like another adult. “Yeah I know, but this whole thing of being small really umm, uhh, never mind.” I said, deciding not to share my reason of not accepting this with her. “Del, the whole reason each child was assigned a caretaker was so that each child would get the attention and guidance that they need. That’s what I’m here for. I’m here to help you and it’s hard to help you if you don’t open up to me.” she said softly. I sighed and looked down at the sand. I wanted to tell her but I was scared to. She started talking again, not leaving the silence go too long. “I talked to the security officer this morning and he said that as soon as you saw him, you started getting hysterical. Do you wanna talk about it and tell me why?” I continued looking down at the sand. I was trying to think of a way to answer her. I’ve never told anybody my secret before and I didn’t know how to do it. “I uhh, I started crying cause I saw that it was a guy.” I quickly glanced at her, noticing that she was confused. “I’m um sc.. scared of older guys.” She pulled me up onto her lap and held me. “Why are you scared of older men, Baby?” I hadn’t thought about this is a long time. I used to have nightmares when I was little, but I never told my parents what the nightmares were about. They just assumed it was the Boogey Man or something along those lines.” I had always done so well suppressing my fear, but last night I totally lost it when I turned around and saw a guy of about 40 staring at me. “I.. I.. I..” I tried to tell her but my emotions took over and I started sobbing again. She held me and comforted me until I calmed down. I tried again. “When I was little, my uncle... he h.. hurt me.” I said quietly. Ms. Wright immediately turned me around to face her, but I avoided her gaze. “Baby, how did he hurt you?” She asked, concerned. Barely above a whisper, “he raped me.” That was all I could get out before I started sobbing all over again. Why couldn’t I control my emotions like I always had? By that time Ms. Wright pulled me into a tight hug and held me like that for a long time. Finally she pulled away and asked, “Do your parents know?” I shook my head no. “Okay Baby, why don’t we head back up to the nursery? Maybe after lunch we can come back down and do some swimming.” She said excitedly, trying to lift my spirits again. I tried to act excited but I failed miserably. “Aww, come on Sweetheart. We’ll work on this and try to make it better, okay?” I nodded. She picked me up and carried me back to the nursery. She put me down with the other three while she took care of some things. “Del, are you okay?” Miquela asked. I tried to smile, but I’m not sure it looked much like a smile. I started tearing up and I was choked up, but still managed to squeak out, “I’m fine.” Even after I said it, I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Miquela got up and hugged me. “Del, I know you are not fine. Until we came here, you had always been so in control of your emotions. But since we’ve been here, you’ve been crying a lot. Something’s wrong and don’t tell me there isn’t because you’re my best friend and I can tell when something’s wrong. I looked away, “I really don’t wanna talk about it, Miquela. I have a lot of problems and maybe it’s good that I’m here. I need help with my problems.” “This isn’t the same Del I knew a few weeks ago before we came here. You were so confident and sure of yourself and sure of everything. You had everything going for you.” Miquela said. “But that’s where you’re wrong. Did you ever consider the fact that maybe I was only pretending that I was sure of myself and everything so that nobody would ever see how scared I really was? I was always pretending to be in control because as long as everyone thought I was in control, the less likely I was to get hurt. I’m sorry if I’m not the same person I was before.” Miquela and Lauren both got up and gave me a hug. “We’re your best friends forever, no matter what. Nothing will ever change that.” Lauren said. “Thanks, you guys are the best.” I said quietly. After that day, I fell into the routine of things and I let myself. I knew I needed a lot of help and that’s what this place was for. I found myself wanting to be around Ms. Wright at all times, and I only called her Mommy. Around the second month mark, Ms. Wright woke me up one morning and told me that today was going to be a special day. Of course I wanted to know why. “Ooohhhh, what are we doing today, mommy?” “Ah, it’s a surprise, but you’ll see before too long.” she said, smiling. She changed me into an unusually thick set of five cloth diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants. Then she put a short pink t-shirt on me that had the word Princess written across it. After getting me dressed she took me to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast before heading to the main playroom on the fourth floor, which is the very first room we were in. I walked in and I didn’t know what to say or do. My mom and dad were in there with lots of other parents. My toddler emotions took over again. “Mommy!” I said as I ran and jumped into her arms. “Hi Sweetheart, how are you?” My mom asked tenderly. “Oh, I’m good Mommy. Did you come to take me home?” I asked innocently. I saw my mom smile sadly before answering, “I’m sorry Baby, but it’s not time for you to come home yet.” “Aww, why not?” I whined. “Because you have to stay here and learn.” She said softly. “Oh.” About that time, my dad spoke up. “Well, aren’t you gonna give your dad a hug?” I smiled and ran into his arms and gave him a hug. It felt good to have his strong arms wrapped around me. I felt safe like nothing would ever hurt me. After I hugged my dad, Ms. Wright spoke. “Now if you don’t mind, we’ll go to a private conference room now.” My parents nodded. My mom picked me up and carried me with her. It felt nice to be in her arms. Ms. Wright was great, but it was so much better when it was your real mom. Once we were all seated at a conference table in a private room, Ms. Wright spoke again, “Well to start, I am pleased to say that there has been progress. However, since starting this program, I have stumbled across something disturbing about your daughter. It seems she has been harboring a secret for most of her life. She’s told me that she was raped when she was little, which may be the reason for her reluctance to accept herself at this stage in life again.” I knew that Ms. Wright was going to tell them because she had already talked it over with me that she planned to share that with them eventually. I tried to keep my gaze on the floor. The silence was too much for me to bear. I knew they must be looking at me thinking how horrible of a daughter they have. I started sobbing again. This time, my mom rushed over and held me. She carried me back to her chair and sat me on her lap. My dad turned to me with tears in his eyes, “Who did that to you, Baby?” I was hiccuping from crying, but eventually I stammered out my response, “uncle Simon.” I whispered. I saw anger in my dads eyes that I had never seen before. I knew he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. When the room was silent again, Ms. Wright began talking again. “We’ve had some trouble out of this one, but I think she’s adjusted pretty well.” I could feel my face blush as my mom asked what kind of trouble. “Well her first morning in her new body she put up a big fight and swore at me, so she was spanked for that. And then, at the end of the second week, she and three others snuck out in the middle of the night to use a computer to email a friend, which is strictly forbidden. Of course she was soundly spanked on her bare bottom for that stunt too.” My mom turned me around so that I was looking at her, which made me blush even more knowing that my parents knew I got spanked... twice. “After that stunt, she calmed down considerably. I’ve been doing what I can to help her deal with her past and come to accept it, but it’s slow going. Not to mention, we’re working on that pride as well.” My parents nodded and then my dad stood up. “Well I’m glad we had the chance to discuss her progress and I will have to say that I am pleased with the program and it’s results.” “Well thank you Mr. Walters. Now if you would like, feel free to spend the afternoon with your four year old daughter.” Ms. Wright said, smiling. My dad smiled and my mom stood and carried me out of the room. My dad stayed a moment longer talking to Ms. Wright while we waited for him in the hall. “Honey, why didn’t you tell us that you were...” my mom left the rest unsaid. “I dunno. I just felt so bad about it and he made me promise not to tell anyone. He said that I’d get in a lot of trouble if I told anyone. Then as I learned what really happened, I was afraid that if I told you, you’d think I was a slut or something.” I heard my mom start crying as she pulled me closer. As my dad and Ms. Wright stepped out into the hallway, Ms. Wright looked at me, “Your Daddy would like to take you out for the day, so I’m going to temporarily disarm the microchip in your arm.” Ms. Wright said as she pulled out a syringe and injected the fluid into my arm where the first one was injected. “Okay Del, you’re ready to go, and you know what will happen if you give them any trouble.” Ms. Wright warned. “That’s right. Your mother or I will spank your naughty little butt if you don’t listen.” My dad warned as well. I highly doubted that they would do that to me, but at this point I wasn’t going to test them. My mom carried me outside to their car. I was surprised to see a car seat sitting in the back seat, though. Apparently they had this planned out. As much as I detested my parents control over me, I remained silent as my mom strapped me into the car seat. “What do ya know? It’s a perfect fit!” My mom said. “It’s the same car seat you sat in when you were four years old the first time!” she said, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, imagine that.” “You know, I think your new lisp is absolutely adorable!” My mom said to me. What lisp? I didn’t know I had a lisp. Did that mean that all this time that I thought I sounded like my usual self, I actually sounded like a toddler as well!? Ugh. I didn’t say anything back to her. “Okay Baby,” My Dad started. “We’re gonna go get some lunch at Olive Garden!” Even though that was my favorite restaurant, I was less than enthusiastic about going. I couldn’t believe that my parents were really treating me like a four year old when I so obviously wasn’t! Once the car was parked, my dad unstrapped me and carried me inside. I saw my mom talking to someone behind the desk and a few moments later he came out carrying a highchair. They were intent on making me miserable for some reason. Maybe it was their way of getting back at me for being so difficult. “Mom! I’m not sitting in a highchair!” I said trying to sound as grown-up as I could. But my four-year-old voice made it sound more like I was a whining spoiled brat. I saw her frown at me. My dad remained silent as he sat me down in the highchair and strapped me in. Four-year-old body or not, this was humiliating. I still felt like a sixteen-year-old. “Honey, it’s just better if you sit in a highchair.” My mom soothed. I continued to pout. “Better for who?” I growled at her. “Del Marie! Your attitude is less than desirable and if I were you, I’d change it pretty quick unless you wanna find yourself with a sore bottom.” My dad said rather loudly. I continued to argue, forgetting that I was in a four-year-old body. “I can’t believe you’re treating me like this! I’m 16 for crying out loud!” “Yes, we know that.” My mom said. “But we have not guided you with the discipline that we should have and as a result you have become an arrogant and disrespectful brat. I’m afraid that things have changed, Sweetheart. We’re not going to let you get away with everything anymore. That time’s over.” I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that they were going to start being strict with me now, at the age of 16, when I’m almost an adult! I also couldn’t believe that they thought that my personality would change instantly. Now I was mad at them. When I couldn’t think of anything to say, I just glared at them. I know they noticed my glare, but the waitress came before the said anything to me, about it. “What would you all like to drink?” the waitress asked. “Pepsi for me, ice tea for my wife and do you think I could have some apple juice in a baby bottle for her?” My dad answered for us. “Sure thing, I’ll be back in a minute with your drinks and then I’ll take your order.” she said before briskly walking away. I just stared at my dad. I couldn’t believe him. First of all, I’m 16 and I don’t need a baby bottle, even though I’m in a four-year-olds body. Secondly, who even makes a four-year-old drink out of a baby bottle anyways? That’s too old for a bottle in my opinion. Everything seemed so screwed up. There was no way I could ever do something like this to my daughter. “You’re just a baby, you couldn’t handle a regular glass. Remember, your motor skills aren’t as developed as they were at 16.” My mom said, gently. About that time the waitress returned with our drinks. Naturally she placed the baby bottle in front of me. She took our food orders and I didn’t even get to choose for myself. Before the waitress walked away again, she knelt down in front of me and started talking to me like I was really four years old and incapable of comprehending anything. “Aww, what’s your name sweetheart?” she asked me. “My name is Del.” I growled, doing my best to properly pronunciate. “You know you’re a cute little girl. How old are you?” “I’m 16, can’t you tell?” I growled back at her, annoyed she hadn’t gotten the hint the first time. She looked taken aback and confused. My mom quickly jumped in, “Don’t be silly, Del. You’re only four!” she said, trying to make it look like I made a simple little mistake with my numbers. The waitress smiled and walked away. “Mom!” I yelled. “What’s wrong with you!? I’m not four years old, I’m 16!” The smile from her face quickly faded, “Listen here little girl, I’m getting really tired of your attitude and I’m tired of the way you treat your father and me. We let it go for far too long and it’s time to put an end to it now. Do you understand me?” I felt my eyes widen as I slowly nodded. “Good.” She said. “And I’m only trying to help you, because you’re making yourself look silly by trying to act like an adult when you’re four years old.” “But I’m 16!” I protested. I think I continued to put up a fight about being 16 for my own benefit. I could feel myself slipping into a toddler state of mind. My parents didn’t say anything in response to me. I thought my dad had been unusually quiet. We pretty much ate our lunch in silence. I was surprised that they actually let me feed myself, which was a first in two months. After we finished at Olive Garden, my dad drove us to the park. My mom got me out and carried me over to a bench where they each sat beside me. “Del, we really wanna talk to you about what you said earlier in the conference room.” My dad said, quietly.

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Do you know how many times I have thought of that? lol