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Good chapter, curious to see if the little spark continues in the upcoming ones!

Fun to read the interactions with Stacy! Sad to see the beard going away so soon, but can't wait for the ramifications...

Thank you! You don't mess around with mommies.. ? It's going to be a long night for Kara...

NIce chapter! Seems like Jack is about to get the short end of the stick.. Again...

Thank you! I'm glad you're liking it! ? We'll see what Irene's fate will be. Safe to say that some people are not happy with her decision. Sure, but that would be the easy way ? Let's hope so! ?

? Thank you! ? Chapter Eight “Don’t you want to reunite Layla with her mother?” I asked, holding the tablet in one hand next to my body. “That’s not our concern,” Mr. Jones simply stated without an explanation. I didn’t expect that response from him. I looked at Ray who had the same puzzled look on his face. I returned my attention towards the screen. “So what is your concern? What is it that you want?” I asked Mr. Jones. “Our concern lies with what is an even trade, like I said before, trading a drooling baby for a Major is not really a fair trade now, is it?” He asked snobbish. “I am sure if you were in our position, you would think the same.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. We would try to do the same. “So what is it that you’re suggesting?” I asked. I had one bargaining chip, and I hadn’t planned on using it this quickly. “Throw in some of yours. A one to one trade doesn’t seem very fair to me, considering Major Lessers importance. We are thinking more of a three to one deal. More is always welcome, of course,” Mr. Jones shrugged. Talking about us if we were some kind of toy. “We only have one availabe. From my understanding, our people, or portal Littles as you call them, are worth quite something in your dimension. Isn’t that correct?” I asked, keeping my composure. “” “Certainly! Also one of the reasons why we are so keen on keeping Major Lesser here. He is already settled in here, and his mommy loves him, very much,” Mr. Jones said with a wink. “But for three Littles we are happy to exchange him.” “Two is what we can offer,” I said. This has proven to be much more difficult than I originally thought. I was hoping to come to a better understanding quicker since Layla came from one of the better countries. Surely they would want her back? I stood there, completely perplexed at what to do next. Three was out of the question, we only have Kara as an extra. Where would we even find one more person on short notice? “We want three, or more,” Mr. Jones stated. I shook my head a little, barely noticeable. I should have known better with these people. There was no arguing with their kind, and if you did, you only made it worse. The answer to what to do finally came to me. One last ditch effort that was completely out of my hands, since it all depended on one person. One person I couldn’t control. “Very well then, since we aren’t getting to a reasonable conclusion for both parties,” I took a deep breath and took a short pause. “Your organisation will keep Matthew, and we will keep Layla.” I quickly ended the live feed, but not before getting the satisfaction of seeing David Jones' shocked face. “What the h-, I mean, What is your plan now?” Ray asked as we walked back to the elevator. “We’ll wait for the reprimand from the people upstairs. I am sure they were watching with us and are going to chew us out. Well, mostly me,” I said. The elevator door closed and Ray pushed the button for the nursery floor. “And after you survive that?” Ray asked. “Waiting. A whole lot of waiting,” I said, seeing the elevator doors opening. “Waiting for what?” Ray asked, a little agitated. We walked towards the two way mirror and looked at the nursery. “For mama bear to awaken,” I said calmly, looking at the two babies. ----------------------------------------------------------- Layla and I were still sitting next to the wooden box when Helen returned to the nursery. She held the door open for Ed, who was carrying a pink plateau into the room. Ed walked back and forth a couple of times carrying plastic poles and chairs. Once complete, he quickly assembled the pieces together. It was the table and chairs Helen had promised to bring. I had hoped for a normal set, but somehow I knew we were getting a children's version of it. Although it appeared a little bit bigger then normal. “There you go,” Ed said, tightening the last bolt. He stood up and quickly left the nursery as Helen thanked him. He didn’t say a word to us or even took a quick look. A part of me was glad that he didn’t, another part was hurt that he wouldn’t even say hello accompanied with a quick wave. The door closed and we were left alone with Helen. She picked up the table with ease and brought it over to us. “Is it to your liking?” Helen asked as she put the table down in front of us. A question directed to both of us. “Uhu! It looks like the one I have at home,” Layla said standing up, inspecting the table. Helen quickly retrieved the two chairs that were in the same color as the table and sat them down next to the table. “Better than a wooden box, isn’t?” Helen asked. “Thank you!” Layla said, grabbing the papers and markers from the box and putting them on the table. Layla sat down on one of the chairs and inspected it. “This height is perfect!” Layla said, grabbing one of the markers and started to draw again. “I am glad you’re liking it. What do you think, Kara?” Helen asked me. “Beats sitting on the floor,” I said meekly and moved to the other chair and sat down. “I am glad that it is to your liking,” Helen said with a smile. “Now, it’s almost dinner time. What would you like to eat Layla?” “Euhm, I don’t know, what are my options?” Layla asked, pausing her drawing. “Anything you want,” Helen said, still smiling. “Except ice cream.” Layla was deep in thought, probably not knowing what tasted good here. “Can I have pizza?” I asked, hoping that it would help Layla choose something. “I asked Layla first, I will get to you in a minute,” Helen said sweetly but condescendingly. I immediately looked at the floor and felt my cheeks burn red again. “Pizza sounds good, I think,” Layla spoke up. “I hope it doesn’t taste as bland as the sandwich from earlier.” “We try to make it as tasty as possible! What would you like on your pizza?” Helen chirped. I sat there in silence, not paying attention to Layla's list of ingredients. I was still looking at the floor, waiting my turn. “Sounds like a tasty pizza! What would you like, Kara?” Helen asked, turning her attention towards me. “Uh, salami with jalapenos?” I asked with a little uncertainty. I looked up and saw that Helen was typing away on her cellphone. “You like jalapenos?” Layla asked me. “I like my food with a little bite,” I answered. Layla gave me a questionable look but remained silent. “Coming right up!” Helen chirped as she put her phone away. “Let’s clean up here so that we can eat our pizzas,” Helen said, picking up the box and moving it in the closet. Layla put the markers back in the package and put them on the stack of papers. “Such a good girl,” Helen said towards Layla as she picked up the pile and put it in the closet. “Nanny, can we get some pencils too? I would like to draw more detailed stuff.” Layla said, moving her fingers across the table. “Of course Layla, you will get them tomorrow,” Helen said, closing the closet and standing next to the table. “Anything I can get you Kara?” Helen asked me. “Not anything I can think of,” I answered, shaking my head a little. “Okay, if you can think of anything just let me know,” Helen said, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it a little. We chatted a little about nonsense while we were waiting for our pizza’s to arrive. A ding went across the room and Helen got up and walked to the wall. She grabbed three square boxes from the hole and two bottles. Helen brought it over to us and sat them down on the table. She moved towards the closet and grabbed two plastic looking sheets from it and walked over to us. “Pink for Layla,” Helen said as she buttoned the sheet behind Layla’s neck. It was a bib with a receptacle on the bottom. “And blue for Kara,” Helen almost sang. She stood behind me and placed the baby blue bib on my chest and buttoned it. I gritted my teeth a little, feeling the plastic hanging loosely around my neck. Helen sat down on her knees between me and Layla. I looked around and noticed there wasn’t another chair in the room. “Where is your chair?” I asked Helen, as gave us the bottles with water and opened the pizza boxes. “I kinda forgot to include myself,” she chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. This one is yours I believe,” she said as she handed me the open box with my pizza in it. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I moved the flap to see which restaurant they ordered from. The pizzas came from the best pizza restaurant in town, Lissa’s Pizza’s! “Thank you!” I said while eagerly grabbing a slice. I looked over at Layla who was eyeing her pizza as if she doubted it was even a pizza. “Something wrong?” I asked her. “Beside the ice cream and cookies, everything else was either gross or bland,” she answered. “Try it,” Helen said reassuringly. “It’s the best pizza place in town!” I said, before taking a bite from my pizza. I moaned a little, trying to show Layla that it was really tasty. Layla grabbed a slice and carefully brought it to her mouth. She took a small bite and chewed carefully. She swallowed it and took another bite, this one a little bigger. “See?” I said before shoving the rest of the slice in my mouth. “Careful Kara, you don’t want to burn the roof of your mouth, now do you?” Helen asked rhetorically. “How does yours taste Layla?” “It’s okay, luckily not that bland,” Layla said after swallowing. “Want to try a slice of mine?” I asked her, holding up a slice. “I don’t really like spicy,” she answered, looking suspiciously at the slice I was holding. “No harm in trying,” Helen said, “One little bite?” “One tiny little bite,” Layla said, taking the slice from and taking, indeed, a tiny little bit. She munched it slowly and swallowed it after a minute. She immediately took another bite, this one far bigger. “I guess you like it?” I asked her. “Ywes!” Layla answered with her mouth full, quickly taking another bite. “Slowly down Layla, or you will get the hiccups,” Helen said, putting her hand on Layla’s. ---------------------------------------- This was the best pizza I have ever tasted! The jalapenos weren't even that spicy, but just tingled my tongue a little. Back home I sometimes tried a little bit of mommy’s food, that usually left me spitting it out and feeling like my tongue was on fire. I tried to play it safe in this world with ham and pineapple pizza. Sadly, apart from the pineapple my pizza was almost tasteless. “Can we swap our pizza’s?” I asked Kara as I picked up my pizza box. “Sure,” Kara said reluctantly, picking up her box. The nanny helped us swap our boxes. “I hope it’s okay that I keep mine,” she joked. I don’t know what kind of pizza she has, but it smelled horrible. Kara seemed to like the taste of my old pizza and quickly ate it all up. I was soon done with mine and closed the cardboard box. I let out a little belch and patted my tummy. Kara was also done with her pizza, she nibbled a little on a crust and let it fall in the box. “All done?” The nanny asked, stacking the boxes as she stood up. She grabbed a few wipes from near the crib and walked back to me and Kara. She cleaned my mouth and hands and removed the bib, inspecting the few chunks that had fallen in. “Why don’t you sit near the tv screen and I put something on?” nanny asked. “Okay,” I answered. I grabbed my bottle and waddled towards the tv screen. “What a good girl,” I heard nanny saying to Kara. I turned around and saw that nanny was cleaning Kara’s face and hands with a wipe. She removed the bib from Kara. Kara’s face had turned completely red and shyly thanked the nanny. She got up with the bottle in her hand and waddled over to me. “I am stuffed,” Kara said, sitting down next to me. “Me too, thank you for swapping the pizza with me,” I said, giving Kara a quick hug. I saw the nanny put the boxes back in the wall. “So, that’s all taken care of,” The nanny said, clapping softly in her hands. “What do you want to watch?” “Do you have the same shows here as at home?” I asked. “Sadly no, we can watch something else. Maybe Kara has a suggestion?” Nanny asked Kara. “The only show I know is Puffin Rock,” Kara said slowly. “Let’s see if they have that here,” nanny said and grabbed the remote. She turned the TV on and a gallery of cartoon images appeared. Nanny scrolled through it and stopped at an image of various animals including three birds with the show title above it. Nanny pressed another button and the show began to play. I had fun watching the bird, or puffin, having all kinds of adventures. There even was a little mouse that farted a lot! In between laughs and chuckles I drained my bottle. Kara looked more bored than interested watching the show. Only taking a few sips from her bottle every now and then. “Who do you like the most?” I asked Kara when the first episode was over. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I guess Flynne,” Kara continued, looking at me and giving me a little smile. “Who is yours?” “Mossy, or Spikey,” I said, playing with one of my pigtails a little. The second episode came on and we both watched it in silence After the second episode the nanny did another diaper check, finding me wet, but not wet enough to give me a change right away. She moved on to Kara, instead of checking her by pulling the waistband of the diaper, nanny asked her. “How is your diaper holding up?” Nanny asked her. Kara’s cheeks turned red again, this time less than before. Maybe she’s getting used to all of this. “Still dry,” Kara said shyly. I wondered why nanny didn’t check Kara as he did with me. I shook it off as Kara being not used to being checked, maybe they had an agreement of some sort. “Are you sure?” Nanny asked. “Pretty sure,” Kara nodded. “Okay,” the nanny gave Kara a skeptical look, but left it at that and got back to her spot on the floor. We continued watching Puffin Rock with episode three. I occasionally took a quick look towards Kara, and wondered why she had lied about being dry. Even I could see that she had used her diaper. Not by much, but still noticeable. I am sure nanny has seen it too. I decided not to say anything, I didn’t want to make things more awkward for Kara. After episode three had ended I let out a little yawn. “Tired?” Kara asked, still looking bored. “Pretty much, I mean after today,” I said, fumbling with my pacifier a little. “Can’t blame you,” Kara said, also letting out a little yawn. “Seems like you two could use a good night's sleep,” nanny said, standing next to us with a hairbrush in her hand and the remote in the other. She switched the TV off and put the remote away. “I know I do,” I said while stretching my arms. “Bottles are on their way, in the meantime let’s prepare your hair for bed,” nanny said, moving behind Kara. “Let’s begin with you,” she said towards Kara. Nanny knelt down behind Kara and began to undo her tight ponytail. I saw Kara flinching a little but she didn’t say anything. “Such greasy hair,” nanny said, moving her fingers through Kara’s hair. “We’ll fix that tomorrow.” Nanny carefully but quickly brushes Kara’s hair. I figured it must have been years since the last time someone brushed her hair. Nanny took a baby blue hair tie out of her pocket and quickly fashioned a ponytail again. “All done, why don’t you wait by the crib,” nanny said, squeezing Kara’s shoulder. “Okay,” Kara said as she stood up. Nanny walked on her knees behind me and began to undo my braided pigtails. “What does mommy usually do with your hair before bed?” Nanny asked while brushing my hair. “Just a big braid,” I answered. “With a bow at the end.” “You got lovely hair for that. What color do you want the hair tie to be?” Nanny asked while braiding my hair. “Since Kara has blue, can I have pink?” I asked “Sure you can!” Nanny said cheerfully, grabbing a pink hair tie from her pocket and putting it in my hair. “Thank you,” I said. I got up and waddled over to Kara, she was waiting patiently next to the crib. I saw that nanny had already chosen our onesies. A pink one, probably for me, and a baby blue one that I assume was for Kara “SInce the bottles aren’t here yet, I will change you into your night time diapers,” nanny said, grabbing the changing mat from under the crib. “Up you go, Kara,” nanny said, looking at Kara. “Isn’t Layla going first?” Kara asked with a puzzled look. “Now it’s your turn being first. I am doing this alternaly,” nanny said, grabbing the supplies from the shelf and lying them next to the mat. “So hop on.” I could hear Layla swallow audibly and slowly move on the mat and laid down. She closed her eyes and let nanny do her job. Nanny quickly changed Kara out of a wet diaper and into a new one. This diaper was white and had unicorns and rainbows printed on it. “All diapered up!” The nanny chriped. “Now let’s remove this and put this on you,” she said, pointing at the camisole and onesie at the same time. Kara put her arms up and let the nanny remove the camisole and bra. Nanny quickly put the onesie over Kara’s head and with a little help from Kara, she snapped the onesie in place. “Looks cute on you,” nanny said towards Kara. Kara blushed again and even showed a little smile. Finally it was my turn on the mat and I too got to wear the unicorn and rainbow diaper. I got put into the pink onesie and was instructed to sit down next to Kara while waiting for our bottles. Our bottles arrived and nanny gave us our bottles. It was filled with warm milk. “Thank you nanny,” I said before putting the bottle in my mouth. I took a few sips and to my relief it tasted fine. almost the same as mommy gives me after lunch and before bedtime. I suckled it down at a steady pace. I looked over at Kara, she also sucked at a constant pace, although slower than me. I finished my bottle and let out a big belch. “Such a good girl,” nanny cooed. “”Let’s get you into your crib.” Kara was still busy with her bottle as I laid down under the covers in the crib with nanny’s help. “Do you want a lullaby?” Nanny asked me. “No thank you, mommy never does that,” I said while shaking my head. Kara had emptied her bottle and stood next to us. “Also done, good girl,” nanny cooed softly at Kara. “But I didn’t hear a burp,” nanny continued. To Kara’s surprise nanny started rubbing her back slowly and let out a small burp. “Wow, okay,” Kara said, surprised by herself. “That better?” The nanny asked her while continuing to rub her back. “It actually is, thank you,” Kara said. “Glad to hear, jump in next to Layla, and let’s tuck you in,” nanny said, holding up the covers a little. Kara scooted in next to me and gave me a weak smile. “Now you two be good,” nanny said, booping our noses. “If there is anything you need just yell and someone will bring it to you.” “You’re not staying?” I asked. “Not for the nights no,” nanny said. “But no need to worry, there is always someone in the building to look after you,” nanny continued. “Owh, okay,” I said, not sure how to feel at the news of nanny leaving. “And you got Kara right next to you,” nanny said, trying to cheer me up. “That’s true,” I said, looking at Kara. She was smiling a little, but it felt just for show, what goes through her mind right now? “Goodnight Layla and Kara, sweet dreams,” nanny whispered, moving the crib bars up and locking them into place. She walked to the door and gave us one last look. “Bye bye,” she waved as the door opened and stepped through. The door closed with a soft bang, and the lights dimmed. Kara was trying to find a good position to sleep in. “First nights in bulky diapers are pretty though,” I chuckled towards Kara. “Uhu,” was Kara’s only reply. This time I decided to ask about her mood. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, trying in my most motherly voice. Kara shifted again so our faces were right next to each other. “I have to poop,” she whispered almost inaudible.

Maybe, maybe not ? We'll see what Irene cooks up to convince them. Thanks! Matthew sure didn't help Irene with lying about his rank. The tough cookie has become a little tougher. Glad to see that you liked the interaction ?

Chapter Seven “Usually what mommy has planned for the day,” I answered, trying to think of something else. “Oh! And I like to draw!” I said with great enthusiasm. Kara gave me a sceptical look, as if she didn’t believe I could draw really well. I looked around the room trying to find a table or drawing supplies only to remember that I already asked for a table. “Drawing?” Kara asked. “Don’t you mean coloring?” “Nuhuh, better if I show you,” I said, ending my search around the room. “Nanny?” I asked, looking at her putting the changing mat back under the crib. “Yes Layla?” The nanny answered, standing up and dusting the baby powder from her pants. “I know the table and chairs are coming, but do you also have stuff to draw with?” I asked. “I think we have some in the closet,” she said while walking over towards it. She rummaged through it and after a little while found some markers and paper. The nanny also grabbed a wooden box and put it in front of the closet, putting the paper and markers on it. “All set up!” The nanny said, clapping her hands together. “The box will figure as a table for now,” she added. “Thank you,” I said and got up. I grabbed Kara’s arm and she got up. “Come!” I said smiling while dragging her along, the seal in my other hand. I let myself drop to my knees in front of the wooden box and inspected the paper and markers. Kara sat down next to me in silence, observing what I was doing. Sadly the paper was meant for coloring unknown cartoon characters. I flipped the paper and was relieved to find it blank on the back. I grabbed the package of markers to discover they were pretty big, too big for precise work. I let out a little sigh and figured that I should ask the nanny about some pencils later. First, I have to show Kara what I can do. “What do you want to be drawn?” I asked her. Kara shifted a little on her butt trying to find a comfortable position while she thought of an answer. My tummy let out a little rumble while I waited for an answer. “Can you draw animals?” She asked me, looking at the seal. “Uhu, do you want me to draw the seal?” I asked, pointing with the marker at the stuffie. “If you can,” Kara said, I could see she was still a bit uncomfortable. I looked at the markers I had to work with and figured it wasn't going to be a very detailed drawing. I started working anyway, I was glad there were enough colors to work with. I drew a brown seal with black flippers, using a darker brown for shading. I used the lightest brown in the package for the whiskers and grey for the nose and mouth. I signed the bottom with my signature and added For Kara to it. “What do you think?” I said, beaming with pride. Glad that it worked out with the big markers. “That’s actually pretty good,” Kara said, taking the drawing from me and inspecting it closer. “I can’t believe you got so much detail with that,” she added while pointing at the markers. “I went to college after all,” I said with a big smile on my face, happy with the compliment. “You did mention that, what was your major?” Kara asked, still admiring the drawing. “Take a guess,” “Arts probably,” Layla answered, giving the drawing back to me. “You keep it, it’s yours” I said, pushing Kara’s hand away. “And you’re right, it was arts!” A little ding went across the nursery and I looked at the hole in the wall. The nanny walked towards it and pulled something out of it and brought it over to us. “Since you two have been good girls so far, I thought a treat would be nice,” She said while giving us both a chocolate chip cookie and a bottle of water. Kara was blushing pretty hard after the comment nanny made and took the cookie without protest. “Thank you nanny,” I said before biting down in the cookie, prepared for the worst. “Thank you nanny,” Kara repeated as a whisper, taking a little bite from her cookie. The cookie tasted a little off, but not as bad as the sandwich I had earlier. I took a little sip from my bottle and looked at Kara, who was carefully nibbling her cookie, while keeping her focus on the ground in front of her. “Not good?” I asked her. She looked up slowly. “It’s okay, just not that hungry,” Kara said. “If you want you can have it,” she added. “Uhu,” I said. Although they were okay cookies, I was very hungry and needed something in my tummy. Kara drank from her bottle while I devoured the cookies and took a few sips from mine in between bites. The nanny was sitting on the floor next to the crib watching us. I let out a little burp with the last sip from my bottle “Can you draw?” I asked Kara, who was only halfway with her bottle. “Not really, best I can do stick figures as tall as a house,” Kara said, putting the bottle down and grabbing one of the markers. She scribbled something on one of the other papers and handed it to me. I looked at it and could see it was really bad. The stick figures were indeed as tall as the house next to it. The hands were more like sporks instead of individual fingers. “Euhm, nice use of color?” I said, not sure what to say. To my surprise Kara chuckled a little. “See? And that with one color!” She said. I was not really sure if she meant it. “If you want I can teach you how to use up to two colors,” I joked, eyeing her reaction. “Maybe even three if I try really hard,” Kara said, looking more relaxed now. Maybe she was getting used to the diaper. “Four would be pushing it,” I said, grabbing two new pieces of paper and the markers. I put them back on the box in front of us and started teaching Kara how to draw a simple stick figure. After a few stick figures Kara was already improving. The hands were now more like a fork instead of a spork, and not as tall as the house next to it. Kara even personalized some of the stick figures by giving them glasses or longer hair. “So how tall is your, mommy?” Kara asked out of the blue but a little hesitant. “Euhm, normal compared to the other Amazons if I had to guess,” I said, pondering a little. “From my height it is a little hard to judge.” “No feet or inches? Or even meters?” Kara asked. “What kind of system do you use over there?” “Feet and inches. I stopped bothering with the numbers when I learned that I would not grow bigger than I already was,” I answered, trying to think of way to describe it to Kara “I come up to her thighs,” I said hovering my hand in the air. “Wait, I better draw this.” I added two stick figures next to the existing ones to show Kara the difference between me and mommy. Kara was watching me draw next to me. “Wow!” Kara yelled. “I knew it was a big difference, but seeing it visualized is something else. ”I nodded while I kept working on the stick figure that represented my mommy. My eyes started to water a little while I worked on mommy’s hair. Kara noticed my sudden mood change and tried to divert it. “If those are the sizes of humans, how big do your dogs and cats get?” she asked. I immediately drew both of them next to the stick figure that represented me. “Around this big, but it does depend on the breed,” I answered. “That is enormous! Almost like a wolf and a mountain lion!” Kara said “Do you have a pet?” “No,” I said while shaking my head. “We had a dog named Benji, but mommy put it up for adoption since he kept knocking me down and walking over me” I answered. “Do you have any pets?” I asked in return. “One cat at home, about three years old. Found him as a kitten at my doorstep when I got home from a shift. I tried to look for an owner with flyers and stuff, but nobody claimed him, so I kept him,” Kara told me as a matter of fact. “What’s his name?” I asked. “Mr. Buttersworth, or Butters for short,” Kara said with a smile. “Why the name Mr. Buttersworth?” I asked, curious why you would give a cat a human name. “Because it’s funny yelling at him as if he were a person,” Kara chuckled. “I often yell ‘Mr. Buttersworth! What are you doing on that counter?’ Or ‘Mr. Buttersworth, we use the litter box in this house!’ Or something like that,” Kara laughed. I laughed with her because of the mental image it worked up. We kept on talking about the silly things Butters and Benji did and had done when we were eventually interrupted by the nanny. “Girls, time for a diaper check,” The nanny said with a soft voice. “Let’s start with you Layla.” “I’m definitely wet!” I proclaimed while patting the front of my diaper. The nanny walked behind me and pulled the waistband of the diaper. “You sure need a change, please stand next to the crib while I inspect Kara,” the nanny said while pointing at the crib. I looked at Kara, who was looking at the floor “Okay,” I said while grabbing the seal from the floor. I have seen enough Littles giving that look. The first check and change were never fun for the Little involved, even more embarrassing when others were standing next to you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can’t believe I have already wet the diaper so soon! Sure, emptying my bladder in it was a big relief, but I hadn’t thought about a change so soon. I really should have gone before I went in here, then I was at least spared one change. “Do you want me to check?” Helen asked me with the same pitiful voice she used earlier. “No need,” I said meekly and slowly walked to the crib. Helen followed me and grabbed the changing mat from under the crib. “Who wants first?” Helen asked as she prepared the rest. “If it’s okay with Kara I will go first,” Layla said, taking my hand and squeezing it a little. “Uhm, okay,” I said, returning the squeeze. “Then on the changing mat you go little princess,” Helen chirped. While smiling, Layla laid down and popped the pacifier in her mouth, sucking it slowly. I was glad that the nanny didn’t treat me the same as Layla, for now. “No poopies yet,” Helen said, wiping Layla’s private area and removing the used diaper. She balled the diaper up and handed it to me. “Could you please put this in the diaper pail next to you?” Helen asked me. I was a little startled at her request but grabbed the soiled diaper on autopilot. Still feeling the warmth of it I dumped it into the diaper pile and quickly grabbed a few wipes to clean my hands. “Thank you,” Helen said as she put a new diaper under Layla’s but and began powerdering her. I nodded a little and looked at my diaper. I started to remove the tapes slowly, the quicker I was in a new diaper the better. I already had removed two tapes before Helen interrupted me. “Kara, no.” Helen said sternly while swatting my hands away from the diaper. “Hey!” I yelled giving Helen an angry look. “You and Layla are forbidden to remove your own diapers,” Helen explained while taping Layla’s diaper shut. Layla had a worried look on her face but kept sucking her pacifier. “What? Why?” I asked sharply, raising an eyebrow. I suddenly became aware again of the big two way mirror that was overseeing the room and tried to relax a little and toned it down, Helen was the nanny afterall. Besides I didn’t want to give them an idea that I belonged here. “I will explain it to you later,” Helen said while helping Layla up her feet. “First, lie down.” I let out a little sigh and laid down on the changing mat while Layla was instructed to draw some more. I closed my eyes again and let the change happen. Luckily Helen quickly changed me into a new diaper without any fuss. “Okay,” Helen sighed as I sat up. “You can never, under no circumstance, remove your own diaper,” Helen stated, looking me in the eye. I looked at her angry and puzzled at the same time. “Why?” I asked a little bitterly. “Because Layla isn’t allowed it either,” Helen explained, I took a big breath, I did agree to all this, getting the same treatment as Layla. I didn’t think it would include something harmless as removing your own diaper. I decided to just go along with it, this wasn’t worth it in my opinion. “I understand,” I said as I got up on my two feet. “I really admire what you’re doing Kara, but you have to remember, we all have our own roles to play here,” Helen said softly while rubbing my arm. “Now, my break is in just a couple of minutes. I guess you and Layla are taken care of?” “I guess, could you bring a table and a couple chairs when you come back?” I asked. “Already on its way,” Helen said as she stood up. I waddled over towards Layla and noticed we were wearing the same pink diapers again. I dropped down next to Layla who was drawing an elephant “Was it bwad?” Layla asked, still sucking her pacifier. “No, just a warning,” I said while looking at the elephant. “I know I have said it before, but you draw really well!” I said while admiring her work. The elephant looked more like a stuffed animal than a real elephant “Thank you, it’s Ollie, my favorite stuffie,” Layla explained as she dropped her pacifier. “You must miss him very much,” I said, noticing a few drops on the paper. “Not so much as mommy,” Layla said. “But I think I will see her soon, and in the meantime I have you,” Layla said, dropping her markers and hugging me. I hugged her back, not knowing what to say. I saw Helen leave through the door, giving us a quick wave before the door closed again. “I guess we are alone now,” I said softly, still rubbing Layla’s back. “So what do you want to do now?” I asked her. “We could draw some more? Or talk about our pets,” Layla said, releasing me from her embrace. I tried to think of another subject to talk about, since I drained my pet talk completely. Sadly Mr. Buttersworth doesn’t do much but sit in the sun all day. “We could talk about something else? You went to college right? How was that like?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Fun! Well, most of the time, there was some teasing and bullying because I am a little,” Layla said the last bit with a scowl on her face. “I guess bullying is a big problem there too huh?” I asked. “Here too? For what reason?” Layla asked with a little shock on her face. “Of course, mostly of how you look and what you wear,” I said while leaning with my back on the wooden chest and thinking back. “I guess high school was worse than college, well for me that was,” I added. “I am sorry to hear that,” Layla said, grabbing one of the markers and going back to work on her drawing. Something seemed off about Layla, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. “You said you let your mommy adopt you when you were done with college, why? I mean, the bigger why?” I asked her. “Because almost all of the littles will get adopted, no matter what. Some choose to be adopted, since that would be the easiest path for them. Others try to fight it as long as possible, some even keep on fighting even when they are adopted,” Layla said, slowly dragging her marker across the piece of paper. “It usually doesn’t end well for them.” “So you choose the first?” I asked, remembering our conversation in the car. “Uhu, I am not really a fighter. If you choose to be adopted, you get the privilege to choose your adoptive parents. They do have to meet certain criteria before you go home with them.” “I understand, we have some sort of the same system for people who want to adopt.” “You do?” Layla asked as she stopped working on her drawing. “Sort of, just for children who are orphans, or live in a really bad home,” “We do have those too, mostly just for littles,” Layla said meekly. “Oh, okay,” I said, sensing Layla’s mood going down even further. “So why did you choose your mommy?” I asked, trying to lift her spirits up a little. “I have known her since high school and we got along really great. We had a lot of great and deep conversations, about world politics, the worst and best country to be an Amazon or a Little in, and what the future held for us both. We talked a lot about my future and what I wanted to do, and if such a thing was possible on my own.” “And? Was it possible for you?” I asked, feeling like I am failing miserably at lifting her spirits. “It was, with a small detour here and there. Anyway, we made a deal that night. If we both had finished college I would be adopted by her. That turned out the best decision for the both of us,” Layla said with a smile. ------------------------------------------------------ The elevator reached the lowest floor and we got out with Ray leading the way towards the portal room. “Who is it we’re having this video call with?” I asked Ray. “Let’s see,” Ray said while unlocking the tablet as we kept our pace. “David Jones, one of the coordinators of the organisation and Layla’s mother, Tilda Doran,” Ray said, putting the tablet away. “Is that all?” I asked, wondering what those monsters were up to. This wasn’t a good sign. “So far I can tell,” Ray said as we approached the secured door to the portal room. Ray swiped his card and the door opened with a bleep. “After you,” he said while holding the door open for me. I was greeted with a few head turns as I walked into the room. It had the same layout as the room above with the nursery. Control centre in the front with a very thick wall and window separating us from the portal a little down below. People always expect a more stargate-like portal when seeing the room for the first time, or a big fiery circle. It was always funny to see their disappointments when it was just a big open door with a strong defence around it. I always get the shivers when I see it. You would never find me down there, never. “So which screen do we use?” I asked Ray. “That one,” Ray said, pointing at one of the screens on the wall. “It’s secure enough but they still get the sense we have an organisation down here,” He added while pointing at the room. “Good, bring them on,” I said, walking with Ray towards the screen. I straightened my jacket a little and touched up my hair. The screen flickered on and I was greeted by two people. “Hello there, Irene I presume?” the man named David began. He wore a navy blue suit and had his hair neatly cut. The woman however, looked distraught. her hair in a messy bun and her eyes were red from crying. “Good afternoon Mr. Jones, it’s nice to make your acquaintance,” I said in return. It is best to always carry a mature attitude with these people. “I hope it is, shall we move on to the matter at hand?” He asked, it was formed as a question but his tone suggested otherwise. “Certainly,” I said, taking the tablet from Ray. “We have located the girl named Layla and brought her under our care,” I said, swiping away on the tablet. “Is she alright?” The woman named Tilda spoke up. “Is she doing well?” “See for yourself Miss Doran,” I said while showing them a clip from earlier. It was too risky to show them a live feed from the nursery, you would never know what they get to see. The clip was a little montage, showing Layla eating ice cream, getting a diaper change, and coloring with Kara. “I am glad to see you’re taking good care of her,” Mr. Jones said. “Me too, but who is the girl playing with Layla? I thought your dimension didn’t have Littles?” Miss Doran asked, showing a puzzled look. “We don’t.” I stated “We do have people who are, into this, kind of thing. Kara is one of those people, which makes her a perfect playmate for your daughter.” “Ah, I see,” Miss Doran said, still looking puzzled. “Can I speak with Layla?” “At the moment we have some, difficulties,” I stammered. “With the live feed going to the nursery, as soon as we have fixed it, we’ll let you know and you can talk to your daughter,” I lied. Not a complete lie, we did have some trouble with the camera set up in and around the nursery. “Mpf, figures,” Mr. Jones snorted. I let the comment slide and moved on to the next topic. “As you may know, we have tried to contact you about Matthew Lesser,” I said, swiping his profile up. There was some whispering between Mr. Jones and Miss Doran and after a minute of a back and forth Miss Doran stood up and left the screen. “Next time I would appreciate if you waited for Miss Doran to leave the room,” Mr. Jones said, noticeably irritated. “Noted,” I said while appearing to make a note. “Good,” Mr. Jones said, rummaging through some papers. I waited a little before interrupting him. “So, about Matthew Lesser,” I stated a little sternly. “We know that he has been adopted by someone in your country.” Mr. Jones scratched his brow when I talked and looked straight in the camera. “That is correct, we do know where he is residing. What is it that you’re suggesting?” He said grimly. “A trade. You get Layla back in your dimension and we get Matthew back in ours,” I said, looking directly at him. “He seems to be important, this Matthew person. What did he tell the authorities again? That he was a Lieutenant back in your dimension?” He asked. I didn’t know his rank as, nor did I know what Matthew had told them. Neither did I get that intell from Ray, I only knew he was an adviser for the army. This was obviously a trick on their part. I felt a light tap on my leg and looked down. Ray had straightened three fingers downwards. I made it look as if I was slapping a fly away and returned my attention back to Mr. Jones. “A Major,” I stated, while looking busy at my tablet. “Ah, good. So it’s true then. We all thought he was lying about his rank,” Mr. Jones chuckled a little. “Our army personnel doesn’t lie or make jokes about ranks Mr. Jones,” I said. “So a trade is what you are proposing,” He asked, putting the papers away. “Yes, you get Layla back to her dimension and be with her mother again, and we get Matthew back,” I repeated. “Sounds like this Matthew Lesser is very important to your organisation,” Mr. Jones said, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. “He is, I am sure you’re familiar with the rankings?” I said indifferently. “Well of course, Irene,” Mr. Jones said my name with a little bite in his voice. “I am all too familiar with the workings of your world. So please explain this to me," He said, taking a deep breath. "Why should we trade a Major for a drooling baby?”

Thank you! Glad that you liked the story!

Great chapter! I caught up and am hooked! That poor Jason... Can’t wait for the upcoming chapters and if the beard is going to work out for Cameron.

I'm glad you're enjoying it! We will see what Irene's fate will be?

Thanks for your criticism, I genuinely appreceate it! Irene as a character is fleshed out a bit more in the upcoming chapters, I hope that helps. As for the fool comment, just a little nod towards Saruman (and Gandalf of course.) Because of his voice. Maybe it's a bit out of place, but I like doing little references in my stories. And thanks for the compliments. ? It was the pictures being published ? I hope I worded it correctly in the story since English isn't my first language either. And I am glad I am not the only one saying "You fool," to others Thanks! I am glad you're liking the story so far ?

Without further ado: Chapter Six ‘The fool,’ I thought, looking carefully at Kara signing the contract that would bound her fate. Luckily she didn’t care to read it all over again, or else she would’ve discovered the additional pages I had sneaked in. I have counted on the fact she would make some demands regarding the position, so I left those pages out for the first draft. Pages that would allow us to do with her as we seem fit, without her consent of course. Whatever it takes to get Layla back to her wretched dimension, even if that meant sending Kara along with her. Kara signed the last page with date and signature and let out a little sigh as she dropped her pen on the table. She slumped back into the chair. “I guess I begin right away?” Kara asked. “Indeed, Ed will walk you down to Layla and her, well, your nanny,” I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Kara rolled her eyes and stood up. “Better rip this bandaid off quickly then,” she said as she stretched a little. “Good,” I stated as I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Ed, Ray,” I yelled out across the office. It was now filling up nicely with people, still not everyone though, I have to look into those that arrive late. Ed and Ray stood up from behind their desks and walked over to us. “Yes Irene?” Ed asked, kneading a little stress ball, probably dying to know what Kara had chosen. “Could you walk Kara down to the nursery?” I asked while laying a hand on Kara’s shoulder. Ed stopped kneading the stress ball immediately. “Euhm sure,” Ed said, looking a little shocked at Kara. “Right this way,” he said, stepping aside and motioning towards the hallway. “Ray, could I speak to you in my office?” I asked him, watching Kara and Ed walking away. “Yes, I do have some updates from the portal team,” He said as he walked into my office. I closed the door and we both sat down. “So what is happening?” I asked Ray. “Good news is we have located where Layla is from and have already tried to make contact with the local government,” Ray said, scrolling on his phone. “That sounds pretty good, almost too good, what’s the downside?” I asked Ray, sitting across from him with folded fingers. “The bad news is, we don’t have many people from our dimension in their country. That we know of,” He said, “Could I use your tablet? It would be easier that way,” he asked. “Sure,” I replied, grabbing my tablet from my drawer. “There you go.” “Thanks,” Ray said as he began typing and swiping. “This is the only one we know of,” He said after a while. “He has been there for two years already, almost to the date,” Ray said as he showed me the profile. “Sure there must be others, right?” I asked. “We presume that yes, but we don’t know it. We have no reports from that country, except for this Matthew person,” Ray stated. I took the tablet from him and looked at the profile. It was a pretty straight forward profile. Matthew Lesser, twenty-nine years old, used to be an adviser for the military until his disappearance two years ago. “How did we locate him?” I asked as I looked at Matthews profile picture. Unlike most military personnel he had shoulder length brown hair with a short brown beard. His eyes though screamed military, composed but focused. “We have somewhat a good relation with this country, well, we think we do. We have no way of knowing it for sure. They contacted us when Matthew appeared in their dimension, well, two months later than that actually. We think Matthew may have lied about his rank in order to get the Amazons to contact us, that would somewhat explain the two month period,” Ray explained while taking the tablet from me again. “Any idea how he is doing?” I asked. “Not yet, as I said, we have tried to contact the local government, but so far, no luck. We’re hoping Layla’s mother has already filled out a missing Little report and they are going to contact us,” Ray said, swiping a little more on the tablet and handing it back to me. It showed a map of the Amazon world. The country Matthew lives in was highlighted. Not the worst country to be a Little in, but also not the best. “Regarding the laws of that particular country we assume Matthew has been adopted,” Ray stated. “Good work, keep trying to contact them. I want Layla back as quickly as possible, even if that means pestering a few Amazons with our calls,” I said, still looking at the map. “Will do,” Ray said as he stood up and walked out of my office. “Lucky little bitch,” I uttered softly as soon Ray had closed the door. tapping the tablet to show me the information we had on Layla’s home country. A few Little protection laws were in place. No gruesome body modifications, or a clean slate memory program were allowed. Some of the Littles, if proven intelligent enough, even had a right to a higher education. Although those cases were rare and most of the Littles were adopted right out of high school. Who needs a doctorate for shitting in their diapers? Still, it was one of the most progresieve countries when it comes down to Little rights. I closed the information window and swiped across the Amazon world, searching for another country. My heart started beating faster when I saw the name of the country I used to live in. For five whole years this hell on the Amazon world used to be my home country. Five long, torturous years. The humiliation, tauntings, beatings, but most of all, sitting in shit filled diapers for days on end. I tapped on the country and the information window popped back up. Nothing had changed when I left that hellhole seven years ago. The Little population still had no rights, not that I expected them to have gained some after I had left. If anything, they probably thightend the few liberties the littles still had. Robo nannies were still the main caretakers of the Littles. “Figures,” I snorted softly. If it wasn’t for the robo nanny I had. I would still be there. Probably drooling at some tv show and clapping along with the infantile characters. I had escaped thanks my programming skills and thanks to the idiotic Amazons that think that Littles aren’t capable of anything. If only they had upgraded their robo nannies from time to time. Still, my robo nanny was a miserable chunk of metal that made my life a true hell. I quickly closed the program and put the tablet back in it’s drawer. “Five years,” I whispered when I closed the drawer and leaned back in my chair. I looked up at the ceiling. Even when I got back to this world, it still wasn’t over. My bladder and bowel control had been gone completely. Thankfully my captor said that it was more fun for her if I lost my control slowly, instead of having a procedure and wiping it all away in an instant. Humiliation as it was, it allowed me to gain it back when I returned, after a rigorous, toilsome, and embarrassing training. I was foolish to think it was all over when I returned. They had contacted my agency with pictures and videos of me crawling around, playing with dolls, using the diapers, and breastfeeding. Trying to show the higher ups that I belonged in their fucked-up world. Luckily they didn’t agree, but that didn’t stop the higher ups from blackmailing me to work for them for practically nothing! Sadly I didn’t have a choice, it was this, or have the material leak into the public and never be respected again. I let out a little sigh and went back to my monitor, a little knock was coming from the door. “Yes?” I said. The door opened and Ray stepped back in again. “We have a live feed,” Ray said, motioning from me to come with him. ------------------------------------------------------------- I followed Ed down the hallway, the same Layla used when we arrived. “Nervous?” He asked, probably trying to lighten the mood a little. “Yeah,” I uttered softly, thinking about what was to come. Being put in a diaper, using them, playing with Layla as if we were sisters. A little shiver went down my spine at the thought. “Helen is very nice, Layla seems to like her,” He said, trying to reassure me. At the same time his phone began to ring. Helen, the woman who is going to diaper me, I swallowed at that thought, not really hearing what Ed said to the other person. I looked at him when he said my name. “Kara will come down to join Layla,” Ed said and hung up. We stopped in front of the door, Ed’s hand resting on the door handle. “Thank you for this,” He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged, not knowing what to say to him. What was I supposed to say? I was about to be diapered! Ed nodded a little and opened the door for me. I stepped into the nursery and heard the door close behind me. “Kara!!” Layla yelled as soon as she spotted me, jumping up and letting the seal drop to the floor. She ran towards me and embraced me rightly. “I am so glad you came to visit me!” She yelled a little too loud in my ear. “Well, I, actually, we,” I froze, not knowing what to say. I had kept my cool, at least a little, till this point. The woman who sat next to Layla stood up and slowly walked over to us. She was tall! Even standing on my toes I would probably only reach her chest. She was wearing jeans and a dark green sweater. I looked at her feet and saw that she didn’t even wear heels, just sneakers. “Hello, you must be Kara, my name is Helen, the nanny,” Helen said with a soft smile. “This is the girl I was talking about!” Layla yelled, finally letting go of me. “Hi,” was all I uttered. Still shocked that I was standing in the nursery “Nice to meet you, Layla keeps mentioning you. You two must be good friends,” Helen said. “Uhu, we are! Kinda,” Layla said, standing between me and Helen. “How long are you staying? I hope long enough for a tour around the nursery,” Layla said with a big smile on her face. “Well, about that. I will, well, we’re, I mean,” I stuttered out again. I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. “Let me,” The nanny said with a pitiful look on her face. Helen turned to face Layla, bending down a little.“Layla, Kara is going to be your friend while you’re here,” Helen said. “Uhu, I know that,” Layla beamed. “No, what I mean is, Kara is going to be your playdate,” Helen said. “She is going to stay the whole afternoon?” Layla asked. This was too tiresome to watch. Like I said earlier, like a bandaid. It has to come off right away. “No what Helen means is I am going to be diapered and be your sister!” I yelled, a little angry with Helen for dragging it out. Immediately Layla’s face beamed with joy. “Really?” She asked with great enthusiasm, looking at Helen. “Yes,” Helen stated. “Sorry, I didn’t know how to bring the news without embarrassing you.” I felt my cheeks burn. I looked down at my uniform and then back at Helen. “Better get this over with, I am sure there will be plenty of embarrassing moments to come,” I said, already unbuttoning my shirt. I looked around the room in hope to get some privacy, at least from that two way mirror. A little ding went across the room. “That must be your bottle of water Layla,” Helen said and walked over towards the wall. Helen pulled at something and grabbed two bottles of water from the hole in the wall. Helen walked backed and gave one of them to Layla. “There you go, I hope it tastes better than the rest. Why don’t you sit down next to your seal while I take care of Kara?” “Okay,” Layla said, she put the nipple to her mouth and started sucking softly while she walked over towards the seal and sat down next to it. I had removed my shirt and shoes in the meantime and started working on the belt. “Need any help?” Helen asked calmly. “No, I got this,” I said, removing my shoes and then my pants. I stood in the giant nursery, wearing nothing but my red underwear. “So, what’s next?” I asked Helen, I knew damn well what was next, but I couldn’t say it out loud. “Why don’t we do the rest next to the crib?” Helen answered, trying to reassure me. I nodded and followed Helen. Layla was watching us closely, watching our every step while sucking on her bottle. Helen grabbed the changing mat I saw Ray use earlier from the crib and laid it down next to it. “On here,” Helen said, pointing at the mat and looking at me with apologetic eyes. I sighed a little and laid down on the mat. “Here, something to focus on,” Helen said, handing me the other bottle of water. I grabbed it and put it down next to me. “One thing at the time please,” I said, closing my eyes and letting Helen do the rest. Helen started to remove my panties without saying a word. Helen lifted my legs and I tensed up when a cold wipe was going around my butt and private area. My legs were put down on the mat and I relaxed a little, letting out another sigh. “No, not that one!” I heard Layla yelling. “It has to match,” Layla said while I heard a few crinkles coming from her direction. “Okay,” Helen said. I kept my eyes closed, I didn’t want to see what was coming. “Legs wide please,” Helen said as I heard a diaper being opened up. I did as I was told and opened my legs, lifting my butt a little from the mat. Luckily there was no cooing or telling me what a good girl I was for doing so. I thanked myself that I had a little experience in this area. I felt the diaper sliding under me and let my butt drop down on it. Helen sprinkled some powder on my crotch and quickly taped it shut. “It’s done,” Helen said, flattening out the tapes a little. I opened my eyes again and quickly sat up. Looking down I saw a pink bulk wrapped around my crotch. Thankfully this feeling wasn’t all that foreign to me. I couldn’t imagine doing this without any experience. Then again, that’s why I am here. “Thanks, I guess,” I said towards Helen as I stood up on the mat, feeling the bulk of the diaper spread my legs a little apart. “No problem,” Helen stated, still on her knees next to the mat. “I will change you as quickly as possible,” she said with pity in her voice. “Looks a little big on you,” Layla said with a giggle. I gave her a weak smile and looked at Helen again. “Can I keep wearing this?” I asked, pointing at my bra and camisole. “For now,” Helen said, giving me the bottle again. I took it from her with a little scowl on my face. I waddled a little while I walked over towards Layla and sat down next to her. I gave her a little smile, to show her I was somewhat okay with this, which, to be honest, I mostly was. Layla smiled at me and drained the last few drops from her bottle, I followed her example and took a few sips from the bottle I had and put it down again. “So, what do you do all day again?” I asked her.

Have been reading this all day, totally engrossed by it. Truly an amazing story and a lovely ending! Can’t help feeling a bit sad that I have read it all. Might as well read Exchanged again ? Thank you for this!

Thank you! And thank you for you comments! Thank you for you smiles! Thank you for reading! No, thank you! Thank you! ? Thank you ? and welcome! As promised, there will be a (short) sequel ?

Great chapter! And the drawings are a nice bonus, thank you!

All good points that will come back in the future ? Pleasant and unpleasant surprises! ?

Maybe, if she can go of course ? And full enough for a nasty task...

Stuff has been moved, walls have been painted, closets put together, so without further ado: Chapter five “Do you think she’s going to do it?” I asked Ray. We both sat down at our desk as soon Kara went with Irene. “Hard to tell. We don’t know what kind of dirt Irene has on her, you know, to persuade her into that position,” Ray said without looking up from his computer. “That, and the pay is something else, I mean, it’s good money,” I said, leaning back on my chair, my arms behind my head. “With those requirements, the pay better be good,” Ray chuckled. “Still, you won’t find me accepting that job, no matter what kind of dirt Irene could kick up.” “True true,” I said, looking at my monitor seeing a car arriving. “There is the first one,” I said. “I hope it’s the nanny. I am not ready to change another diaper,” Ray sighed. “Looks like it’s her, guessing from the license plate. Maybe she can change you first,” I chuckled. “Maybe I will ask her to save a dirty one for you,” Ray said with a grin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- “This person was meant to be a buddy for Layla, someone she could play with, laugh with, and make her feel at home,” Irene stated calmly. “She was, of course, compensated for her position,” Irene continued, rummaging through a few drawers and pulling out a few papers. I looked at the folder in front of me. “How did you get this?” I asked, rubbing my sweaty hands off on my thighs. A million questions went through my mind, I better ask them before I make an agreement or walk straight into a trap. “We, as an agency, have clearance for that kind of stuff,” Irene answered, laying down the papers in front of her. “H-how did you get it s-so fast?” I stuttered, hating the fact that I did. “As soon as your partner submitted the report to the system, we did a background check on all the people mentioned in it. I was a little surprised by your check, nonetheless, a welcome surprise,” Irene answered in the same calm manner. I looked at my folder again, websites that I had visited, stuff that I had bought from various stores, even my call history was in here. “What If I say no?” I asked. “I would ask you to read the contract first,” Irene said, sliding the little stack of papers my way. “If you do say no, you can go back to your job. After signing a strict NDA of course.” “That means I can never talk about what I have seen here, right?” I asked Irene for clarification. “Indeed, and anything that involves Layla and her dimension. That does also mean you can never see Layla again, doesn’t matter if she goes back to her dimension or not,” Irene added. I gulped a little and let my eyes wander over the contract. I read the contract in silence while Irene was busy on her computer. The pay was enormous, four times more than I was making now. The requirements however were a hard pill to swallow. Basically it meant getting the same treatment as Layla, from the clothes, to the toys, to even the feeding and diapering. All so that Layla felt at home. It was stated in the contract that there was no toilet available in the nursery, and that you needed a special pass to unlock the door. “One question,” I said towards Irene, who looked up from her computer. “Yes?” “Why do you not give out a door pass?” I asked. “And run the risk that Layla escapes this building and goes wandering around?” “But I guess the nanny has one?” “She doesn’t. She is only allowed to get out of the room during her breaks and when she goes home for the night,” Irene answered. She focused back on her screen. “Why not give me the same privilege?” I asked. I saw no reason not to give me those breaks. “As the contract states, if you agree, you will get the same treatment as Layla,” Irene said, a little annoyed. I got the hint and went back on reading the contract. The rest was pretty much all standard legal stuff. The contract would end when Layla gets back to her dimension or after six months. So if I agree to all this, I have to find someone to look after my cat for at least the next six months. After carefully reading it at least twice I put down the contract and looked at Irene. Irene looked up from her computer with a little smile on her face. “And? What do you say?” She asked. “Why me?” “As I have shown you, you would be perfect for the job,” Irene said, tapping her fingers on my folder. “You already have experience in this field. You have a connection with Layla, as you have stated earlier. Sure, there are things that will not be to your liking but that goes for any job.” “I guess you’re right,” I said meekly. “What about privacy? There is a big window overseeing the room Layla is in.” “All the people that work here have signed a NDA, so I wouldn’t worry about that. If someone acts out of line, there will be punishments of course. The same applies to you.” I reread the contract again, letting Irene’s words echo in my mind for a while. The pay was good, my job was basically being a sister for Layla, which, now I know her, wouldn’t be that hard. Layla did say she went to college, so at least part of her is an adult. I let out a loud sigh, was I really about to do this? To be honest with myself, I did experiment with age play and diapers. While I didn’t like using the diapers that much, the age play stuck around, as it’s shown on my record in front of me. I reread the section of my internet history and swallowed loudly. If not me, then who? Would they pluck someone else from the streets to be Layla’s sister? There are probably plenty of people out there willing to be her playmate. With that thought I have chosen my answer. “All right, I will do it,” I said, focused. “But under a few conditions,” I stated. Irene’s head shot back up from the monitor, probably not expecting my answer. “Name it and I will see what I can do,” Irene said a bit shocked. “First, I will not be treated exactly like Layla. No booping my nose, no tickling and no raspberries on my stomach, and no spankings,” I said sternly, feeling a little proud of myself. I was a police officer after all. “I can’t guarantee no spankings, that depends on your behavior down there, as for the rest, done,” Irene said, smiling. “Second, I want an additional salary upon what is stated in the contract,” I stated. If I have to use diapers, I better be paid handsomely for it. “Also done,” Irene said as if she was already expecting that demand. “Third, I want one day with Layla in our world, showing her around, and let her see what our dimension has to offer, with the supervision from Ray and Ed of course,” I said. “I am not sure if that is such a good idea, Layla doesn’t belong here,” Irene said. “One day is all I ask,” I said determined. “You have asked for plenty more Miss Garcia, know the line,” Irene said irritated. “I will see what I can do, no promises however.” “Fine, and last, I have a cat at home, since I will be staying here for the foreseeable future can someone look after it?” I asked, shifting a little on my seat, getting a little nervous for what was to come. “Your apartment and cat will be looked after, don’t worry about that,” Irene said, now relaxed again. “Let me add the last few additions to this and we can begin!” Irene said with great enthusiasm. Irene typed away adding in my demands into the contract, The thought of Irene cleaning the litter box at home gave me a slight chuckle. “All done!” Irene said as she moved towards the printer that was spitting out paper. Irene grabbed the papers that sealed my fate for the next six months and laid them down in front of me with a pen. “Initials all on the bottom of the pages and signature with date on the last one,” Irene said standing next to me. I grabbed the pen and held it in my hand. I was about to sign my freedom away, just like some of the stories I have read. I shook my head a little and signed the pages. --------------------------------------------------------- I laid on the pile of stuffies, holding the seal close to my chest while I looked up at the ceiling. They put dozens of stars and planets on it, probably glow in the dark ones. I suckled on my pacifier, imaging how the stars would look if the lights were off. I almost dozed off when I heard a little click coming from the door. I quickly sat up, let the pacifier drop from my mouth and looked at the door, hoping it was Kara. The door opened slowly and Ed stepped into the room. “Hey Layla, how do you like the room?” He asked. “It’s almost perfect,” I said, coming off the pile of stuffies. “Well, I hope this helps a little,” Ed said, stepping away from the door. A woman, almost two heads taller than me entered the room. “Layla, meet your nanny, Helen. Helen, this is your charge, Layla,” Ed introduced us, quickly moving his arm between us as he said our names. “Nice to meet you Layla, Is it okay if I come closer?” Helen asked sweetly. I nodded. Helen took a few steps towards me and stood still again, admiring the room she was in. “This is a lovely room,” Helen said, looking at me. “Is it yours?” “For now, but at home I have a prettier room, and it has all my stuff, and Ollie,” I said, hugging the seal again. “I am sure it is, I would love to see it one day,” Helen said. “First Kara, then you can come,” I said. “Where is Kara?” I asked Ed. “She should be here soon, don’t worry,” He replied, Helen nodded along. “Do you know Kara?” I asked Helen. “Not yet, I just heard a lot about her,” she replied. “I will leave you two be, and look for Kara” Ed said as he slowly walked out of the room and closed the door. I showed Helen around the room while I kept an eye on her, I didn’t trust her yet, not when Kara wasn’t around. I showed her the closet and the rocking horse, Helen nodded every time I pointed at something. “What do you think?” I asked Helen as we stood still next to the pile of stuffies. “It is still a lovely room,” Helen said with a little smile. “Uhu, it’s going to be even better when Kara gets here,” I said, eyeing the door. “You’re pretty fond of this Kara person, aren’t you?” Helen asked, tilting her head a little. “She’s the only one who has been nice to me,” I explained. “That can’t be true, what about Ed? Or Ray?” She asked. “They are nice too, I guess, but nothing compared to Kara. She stayed and talked to me for hours when we were at the bureau,” I said, wiggling on my feet a little. “I do hope she gets here soon.” “All in time,” Helen said, hearing my stomach growl. “You must be hungry, when was the last time you ate something?” Helen asked. “I guess, this morning?” I wondered out loud. The last thing I ate must have been breakfast with mommy. “That is an awful long time ago, how about we get you something? What do you like?” “Peanut butter jelly sandwich?” I asked, hoping they would have something like that here. “Sure thing, anything else?” Helen asked, grabbing her cellphone and started typing. “A big bottle of apple juice? And some ice cream?” I asked, wondering if I would get it. Mommy would never let me have ice cream before dinner. “Coming right up,” Helen said, putting her cellphone away again. “While we wait for your food to arrive, let’s get that diaper changed,” Helen said, but waited for my response. “I sure could use a change,” I said while looking at my crotch. I went on all fours and crawled towards the crib and grabbed the changing mat from underneath. I rolled around and laid down on it, popping the pacifier in my mouth. “Which one do you want?” Helen asked, pointing at the piles of diapers. “Pwink,” I said from behind my pacifier, slowly beginning to trust Helen. Helen changed my diaper, better than Ray did, but not as good as mommy. After a few minutes Helen taped the diaper shut. “All done,” she said, clapping her hands together. A little ping went off somewhere in the room at the same time. “And what a timing, that must be your food,” Helen said, as she got up and helped me to my feet. Helen walked towards the wall with the big mirror on it and lifted part of the wall up. “Looks like your order is complete,” Helen said as she grabbed the tray that was in the wall. “Your sandwich, bottle, and ice cream.” I looked around the room for a highchair, but couldn’t find a single chair to sit in. I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. “Uhm, Helen,” I said, a little uncertain. “Where do I sit?” Helen looked around the room with the same puzzled look on her face. “They must have forgotten about that,” she said, as she put the tray down on the floor. Helen took her phone out again and started typing. “For now the floor has to do,” Helen said as she put her phone away. She walked over to the closet and rummaged a little in it. She pulled out something pink and plastic and walked over to me with a smile on her face. “At least they didn’t forget the bibs! Chin up please,” Helen said as she held the bib in front of me. It was plain pink but a little darker around the edges. Helen put the bib on me and handed me the tray. I carefully grabbed the sandwich with both hands and took a little bite. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t good either. I took another bite in the hope the problem was the crust. This bite was a little better, but it was still nothing compared to the sandwiches mommy makes at home. “Something wrong?” Helen asked, looking worried at me. “It’s bland,” I said after swallowing the last bite with some effort. I reached for the bottle with apple juice to wash away the after taste. After a few sips I set the bottle back down on the tray. “Also bland?” Helen asked sincerely. “Uhu, does all the food here taste bland?” I asked bluntly. Inspecting the sandwich. The jello looked the same as did the peanut butter. I put a little of both on my finger and put it in my mouth. Definitely bland, still better than the hot chocolate Kara gave me back at the station. I carefully eyed the ice cream that already had melted a little bit. I grabbed the spoon and scooped a tiny bit of ice cream on it. I slowly brought it to my mouth and took a tiny lick from it. “Mmmmhmm!” I moaned. Finally something good in this world! I quickly grabbed the bowl and started to devour the ice cream in it. “A little slower Layla, or you might get brain freeze,” Helen said worriedly. I didn’t listen to her. I was so relieved there was something that I liked, something that I could put in my tummy after such a long time. I didn’t care that the ice cream juice covered my hands and wrists. By the last bite I felt a cold slowly crawl across my head, getting more violent each second. I let the bowl and spoon drop on the try and quickly put my ice cream covered hands on my head. “Owh, owh owh owh!” I screamed out, rocking a little back and forth. Helen put her hand on my back and softly started rubbing it. “It’s okay, it will be over soon,” Helen whispered, trying to sooth me as she removed the bib. Tears streamed down my face as I kept rubbing my head. The pain slowly went away and I could open my eyes again. I looked at Helen, who was sitting on her knees besides me. “First time getting a brain freeze?” She asked, I nodded, shoving the bowl away from me, giving it an angry look as it tumbled across the floor. “I hate this stupid place,” I said meekly, wiping the tears from my eyes. Helen gave me a pitiful look but refrained from saying anything. She stopped rubbing my back and went to retrieve the bowl and place it on the tray. “I guess you don’t want this anymore?” She asked as she picked up the tray with the sandwich and bottle on it.. I nodded while I searched the room for my seal. I quickly spotted him next to the pile of stuffies and crawled towards it. I grabbed it and tightly embraced it with my eyes closed. After a few minutes Helen approached me and sat down next to me. “Is there anything I can do for you? Layla?” She asked. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the door again. “Can you ask Ed where Kara is?” I asked, hoping that Kara hasn’t already left. I am sure she wouldn't, but with each passing minute my doubt grew bigger and bigger. “Sure,” Helen answered and grabbed her cellphone, she pushed a few buttons and held it against her ear. After a few seconds someone else on the other end picked up. “Hi Ed, any idea when Kara comes down?” Helen asked immediately, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh, okay, I see, yes of course. Can I tell her that?” Helen said while looking at me with a smile. “Great! One more thing, can you send a bottle down with just plain water? Okay, thanks,” Helen said and hung up. “Is Kara coming to visit?” I asked. “Even better,” Helen replied with an air of mystery as she put her phone away.

I am sorry for your loss, I hope you have many memories of Bella, Good chapter! I am curious bout the role Malene is going to play...

I remember reading this ? well worth the wait for the ending!

Thanks for the feedback! I will try to proofread more carefully next time What gives you that idea? ? Will do! Thank you all for the comments!

Once again thanks for the comments! Chapter four The door Layla and Ray went through closed with a bang. “Shall we?” Ed said as I stared at the door Layla and Ray went through. “Euhm, sure. Where is he taking Layla too?” I asked as Ed waived his badge near the door. The door opened with a little click and Ray went through. “I think it’s best if I showed you,” He said, holding the door open and gesturing for me to come in. The door closed with a little bang and I stood in what looked like a control room. Several monitors were standing on desks spread around the room. A big window was overlooking another room. A woman in a suit was standing in front of it, making a call. “This is our situation room,” Ed said, spreading his arms. “For what?” I asked, gawking my eyes out. “For situations like Layla,” Ed said with a little laugh, standing proud, arms now folded across his chest. “I thought this was the first time it ever happened?” I asked. “It is. We are a hope for the best, prepare for the worst, departement.” “So what is all this?” “This is where we are going to hold Layla for the foreseeable future and figure out how to get her back to her dimension.” “Wait, hold? Like a prisoner?” “KInda, it’s the best option for Layla, and for us. In here, there is everything Layla needs and hopefully wants. This way we can monitor Layla,” Ed said, walking towards the big window, keeping a few metres between us and the woman who was done with her call. I followed him and took my place next to him. The window overlooked a gigantic nursery, including crib, stuffed animals, rocking horse, and toys. There even hung a big TV on one of the walls. I saw Layla and Ed standing near the pile of stuffed animals. I looked around the situation room again to take in the whole picture and to take a quick look at the woman. She had long black hair and wore a grey suit, just like Ed and Ray, but more feminim. I heard Ed chuckle quietly from behind, I turned round to look at him. He pointed next to the big pile of stuffed animals. “Looks like Ray got the first diaper duty,” He said with a grin on his face. I saw Layla laying on something white, feet in the air. I saw that Layla was relaxed, maybe even happy. I couldn’t say the same about Ray, who looked displeased with the situation. ‘Is it only you three in here?“ I asked Ed, still looking at Layla and Ray. I occasionally took a quick glance at the woman. She had moved to the corner to one of the desks with a monitor on it and was typing like her life depended on it. “The others have been called. We don’t keep a lot of people staffed here for logical reasons,” He said. “Prepare for the worst huh?” I said sarcastically. “We try, keeping people staffed here with nothing to do would slink up our budget pretty fast,” Ed said without a hint of emotion. I nodded and saw Ray leaving the nursery, Layla quickly ran towards the pile of stuffed animals and jumped into it. Ray joined us in the situation room as I and Ray were turning away from the window. “Next time it’s your turn to change her diaper,” Ray said with an agitated look on his face. “And I hope it’s a messy one.” Ed laughed out loud. “Luckily I don’t have to worry about that,” Ed said. “The nanny is on her way.” “Lucky basterd,” Ray said under his breath. Ray looked around the room and spotted the woman sitting in the corner. Without a word to us he walked over to her. “A nanny?” I asked Ed. “Yup, like we say, prepare for the worst. A couple of months back we found someone who was willingly to become a nanny to a person like Layla,” Ed explained. “Is that really necessary?” I asked “I mean, she can change her own diapers and take care of herself. She went to college after all.” “Sure, but that wouldn’t do her stress levels any favors, and we want to have a good relation with her dimension. So we try to accommodate her kind as best as we can.” “That makes sense, I think,” I said with a little sigh, still wrapping my mind around the fact there is a whole other dimension. “Good,” Ed said, looking at me. “How about some water?” “Sounds good.” Ed walked over to a little closet that apparently was a fridge and fetched me a bottle of water. I took a few sips and screwed the cap on again. “Thanks,” I said, looking at Ray and the woman, who were talking quietly. ”So, who is that?” I asked, pointing at the woman. “That is my boss. Irene Esser” Ed said. “I thought you were in charge?” “Nonono, that would have been something. I can’t handle the stress that comes with her job,” Ed said, shaking his head. “How so?” “For one, she has to deal with me and Ray,” Ed chuckled. “And two, she has to deal with two dimension instead of one.” As if that was her que, Irene got up and walked over to where Ed and I were standing. “Kara Garcia, welcome,” Irene said. “My name is Irene Esser, I oversee this operation,” Irene continued, sticking out her hand. I took it and we shook a couple of times. “Ed was just telling me about you,” I said, looking up at her. Irene was at least a head bigger than me, even without her heels. “Is that so,” Irene said, looking at Ed. “I hope only good things.” “Of course,” Ed said with a smile. “Just the basics,” I said. “Good, so how are you holding up?” Irene asked, looking concerned. “I guess pretty good?” “No need to play it cool, discovering there is a whole dimension you never heard about can be quite bewildering. Let alone hearing about the kind Layla’s is from.” “It’s a hard pill to swallow,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I can imagine. How about you and I talk, while Ed and Ray wait for the other personnel to arrive and set things up,” Irene said. I looked at Ed, who nodded slightly with a little smile. I guess I kinda signed up for this when I agreed to come with them. “Sure,” I said. “Thanks Ed, for the explanation so far,” I said to him. “No problem, good luck with the rest!” He said, walking over to Ray. “If you follow me,” Irene said, already walking at a brisk pace. I quickly caught up to her and walked in what I presume was her office. “Please, take a seat,” Irene said, gesturing towards a chair in front of her desk. I closed the door and took my seat, I took a few sips from the bottle and put it down on her desk. “I guess I will just start from the beginning,” Irene said as she sat down behind her desk. “Thanks, I don’t know if I remember everything Ray told me correctly,” I said. “A few years ago we stumbled upon another dimension, I will spare you all the details surrounding that, but that’s the gist of it,” Irene started. “It turned out, the other dimension was almost the same as ours. The beings were humanoid, they had technology, although they are farther ahead than we are, and spoke the same language. The real difference, besides the continents and of course world history, were the sizes of the inhabitants. Ranging from what we consider a normal height, to twice or even thrice bigger than us.” “But why diaper the small people? You don’t see us diapering people with dwarfism,” I interrupted Irene. She looked slightly annoyed before continuing her story. “Different culture, different mindset, different facilities. Their culture is driven by taking care of Littles, whether Littles want it or not. Their mindset is clouded by a big need to care for a Little, or have control over them. Their facilities are not built to include Littles. There are some Littles that live an independent life there, with their house our apartment adjusted for them. Outside of their living space, there are none of those things.” “That makes sense, somewhat,” I said, swallowing loudly. “Does it?” Irene asked with a curious look on her face. “A little, It’s still a lot to take in and wrap my head around,” I said, taking another sip from my bottle. “Understandable. Why don’t you ask me your questions? I am sure you have plenty,” Irene said. “Euhm, sure,” I stammered. “Well, how did you know to build your facility here? In this city?” I asked. “A very good question!” Irene said, clapping her hands together and giving me a big smile. “Sorry, we don’t have many visitors here, and the ones that do never ask the right questions. Anyway, why build it here? Because this is one of the so-called hotspots for portals between our world and theirs.” “I thought this was the first time something like this happened?” I asked uncertainly. “From ours to theirs, yes. The other way? No. This is the first time someone from their dimension has come to ours, that we know of. Anyway, there are a few places around the world where these portals pop up from time to time. So when we figured out where these portals were located, we built our facilities at those locations and waited,” Irene said calmly. I fidgeted a little with my bottle, trying to think of the next questions to ask. “So, how about, euhm our, people in their dimension, do they come back?” I asked. “We try to, but the organization from their dimension does not make it a priority to return our people to us. We don’t know the exact reason as to why, but we do have a few ideas.” “And those ideas are?” “They don’t want to return them. We figure that they don’t have many Littles to take care of and that they treat earth Littles, or portal Lilltes, as they call them, as a collectors item and therefore don’t want to return them. Or they can’t return them due to unknown effects of dimension travel,” Irene said. “That first reason is pretty messed up!” I said a little too loud. “Sure is,” Irene said calmly. “That is why we are glad we have Layla here. If she can get back to her dimension without any problems, that means it must work the same for our people. And don’t worry, we have every intention to get Layla back to her dimension and mother, we just hope we can get someone back in return,” Irene said, as if she was reading my mind. “I understand,” I said while nodding. “Very good, any more questions?” Irene asked. “Well, how did you know Layla was here? In our dimension I mean?” I asked. “Another good question, and the answer is simple, we screen every police report on a few key words,” Irene said while handing me a folder. I opened it and saw that a few words were highlighted. “I hope a computer does the screening,” I said, handing the report back to Irene. “Of course, people make mistakes, and the workload would be massive,” Irene said. I pondered on my next question a little, wondering if I should ask it at all. “So,” I started, “Why bring me into all of this?” I gestured around her office. “What about Gavin? Or the security guards?” Irene raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about Gavin or the security guards, we have already handled that,” Irene stated. “As for you,” Irene continued. “You seem to have a good connection with Layla.” “We have only talked for a couple of hours, that’s all. Although I must say I grew rather fond of her in those few hours,” I said. “So we have noticed,” Irene said, grabbing another folder. Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “What are you implying?” I asked bluntly. Irene opened the folder and scanned through it quickly. “Would you say that you care for Layla as if she was your little sister?” Irene asked without looking up from the folder. I was a little taken aback by her question. “Euhm, well, I guess?” I stammered. “Why?” “As Ed may have told you, we have a whole team standing by. Ready for a case such as Layla,” Irene said, looking up from the folder. “He did mention a nanny,” I said, feeling my hands getting sweaty. “Very good. We have a couple of more people on the way, soon the room you were just in will be filled with people, all with different tasks. We got a portal team, a dimension team, and a well being team,” Irene said. “A well being team?” I asked. “Yes, the nanny is a part of that team. We did have someone else, but she quit a few hours ago, and that is where you come in,” Irene said calmly and slid the folder to me. I immediately saw that it was a folder about me. It had my picture, my school and police information and where I lived. I quickly looked through it and stopped on a page that said *Internet History* I quickly looked at Irene again, who had her elbows on the table and hands folded in front of her. “What was this person supposed to do?” I asked, feeling my heart beating faster and faster ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The nursery was amazing! I looked around when I was done jumping in the pile of stuffies. The mattress on the changing table was thick and soft and the white bars of the crib slid sideways instead of up. I looked under the crib but only found the changing mat from earlier. I walked around the room to find even more stuffies and toys. Next to the crib was an enormous rocking horse, even bigger than the one I have at home! I decided to look around a little more before jumping on it. Apparently one of the walls was not a wall at all, it was one big closet. I slid it open and was greeted by lots of dresses and other clothes in all the colors I could imagine! I closed the closet again, leaving it for now and walked back to the rocking horse and jumped onto it. I slowly started rocking it, grabbing the handles tight. My diaper was squeezing underneath me. Why was it already wet? I didn’t have that much to drink these last few hours, besides the bottle mommy gave me. I slowly stopped rocking the horse and thought of mommy, if only she could see this place! We would have some much fun here! A single tear rolled down my cheek. I got off the rocking horse and slowly walked back to the seal. I sat down next to it and started hugging it softly. “I am glad I still have you,” I whispered, letting the pacifier drop from my mouth and closed my eyes.

Sorry for the little wait! The holidays ate up more of my time than I had planned. Also I am moving in a couple of days, so that too ? And again thanks for all the comments! Maybe Layla gets back to her own world, maybe not, but if she does, it's not going to be that easy! Chapter three I turned around to face two men wearing dark grey suits, luckily no hats. “And who are you two?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and folding my arms. “These are the men I just told you about,” Gavin said quickly. He took a step forward and stood next to me. “Yes indeed,” one of them said, showing his badge. “We’ll take it from here. No need to worry, we will take good care of Layla,” The other said, looking at Layla through the two way mirror. “Yeah, no. I am responsible for her. Come back if you have a warrant or an order,” I said sternly, standing in front of the door. “No need for hostilities Miss Garcia,” One of them said and produced a paper from his pocket. “Here you go,” he said, sticking his hand out with the paper. I took it and started reading. “I already checked it Kara, it’s legit,” Gavin said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Oh, okay,” I said disappointed. I looked at the two way mirror again, seeing Layla sitting there, hugging her stuffed animals and sucking her pacifier. In just a few hours I had grown rather fond of her. “Do you mind if I said goodbye?” I said with a sigh, giving the piece of paper back. “Sure, go ahead, we are in no hurry,” The other man said, grabbing his cellphone. I walked into the room and closed the door. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Hey Layla,” I heard Kara saying softly. I looked up and let the pacifier drop from my mouth. “Hey, Kara,” I answered, feeling the pacifier dangling on the cord. “So, I think I have some good and bad news,” Kara said as she sat down, leaning forward and her arms on the table. “Okay,” I said, wondering what she meant by that. “The good news is that there are two men who are going to help you to get to your, mommy,” Kara said. I noticed she took a little pause before saying mommy “Really! That’s amazing!” I said, jumping up and down in my chair, hearing the diaper squishing under me. “The bad news,” Kara sighed. “Is that you will be leaving without me.” “No! They can’t do that! You’re the only person I can trust here!” I screamed. “Everybody else here is mean to me, and makes fun of me!” “That’s not true, one of the security guards was nice to you, wasn't he?” Kara said, trying to calm me down. “No, he was eyeing me really weird, as if he didn't believe me!” I screamed, throwing the teddy bear on the ground. “I am not going!” I yelled. I sat firmly on my chair and hugged the seal closer to my chest. Kara sighed a little. “Lay, please,” Kara said. “Don’t call me Lay! Only my mommy calls me Lay!” I screamed at her. Tears streamed down my face and snot covered my mouth. I wiped it on the seal and started rocking back and forth. hearing my diaper squishing slightly. “I want my mommy,” I whimpered. “I know, and these men are going to help you with that,” Kara said. “No they are not! They will just take me away and give me to some other people. Just like the security guards, and just like you. I am not going!” I yelled, this time louder. Silence filled the room, Kara stood up from the chair and walked around the table. She knelt down next to me and started rubbing my back. “Everything will be okay, I promise,” Kara said. “No,” I said in between the sobs, I still stood my ground. I turned my head away from Kara. “I am not going.” “What will it take for you to go with these two men?” Kara said softly, still rubbing my back. “Nothing,” I Immediately said back to Kara. “No, one thing, you need to come with me,” I said after I thought about it for a few seconds. “I don’t think they will let me Layla,” Kara said, staring at the ground. “But if you could, you would, right?” I asked her, turning to face her again. “Sure, these past few hours I grew rather fond of you,” Kara said. I wasn’t sure if she meant it, but it was nice to hear anyway. “Can’t you go ask them?” I asked. “Mommy always says there is no harm in asking nicely.” “That’s a good idea Layla,” Kara said and stood up, straightening her back. As she made her way towards the door, it opened. Two men in grey suits entered the room. “Kara, who are they?” I asked, a bit scared, slumping down on my chair. “No need to worry Layla, these are the men I have been talking about,” Kara said, pointing at the men. “Oh, okay,” I said and got off the chair. I grabbed Kara’s hand and stood behind her. “Miss Garcia, you can come with us,” One of the men said. “Really? Why?” Kara asked, confused. “She can?!” I yelled with a big smile. “I have spoken with my supervisor and agreed it was a good idea to bring someone with us who is familiar to Layla,” the man said. “Jeeh! You can come with me,” I said as I embraced Kara. “Uhm, okay, I guess, for how long?” Kara said. I wondered why she was doubting a little. “Hard to say, could be a few hours to weeks,” the same men said again. “So, what do you say?” I could see that Kara was thinking hard, looking at me and back at the men. I guess now that it comes to it, she has trouble deciding. “Sure,” Kara finally answered. “I will go with her,” she said, looking up at me and tightened her grip on my hand. “Great! Well Layla, we are going to try our hardest to get you back to your mommy,” One of the men said. “Let’s introduce ourselves first, this here is Ray,” he said, pointing at the man next to him. “And I am Edmond, but you can call me Ed.” “Well, nice to meet you Ray and Ed,” Kara said, I followed her example. The two men explained to us where we were going as we moved through the building to find an exit. They threw in a bunch of letters that didn’t make sense to me. It probably was short for something. The way I understood it, they had an organization that is going to contact the organization where I am from. “So you see MIss Garcia,” Ed said, walking next to Kara and me while Ray was walking in front of us. “To make contact is a bit difficult.” “But why? Don’t they have a bureau or a consulate or something?” Kara asked. “Not that I can say here, we can talk a little more in the car,” Ed said. Ray opened the exit and we were greeted by the sunlight. We walked across the parking lot where a lot of tiny cars were parked. “This is ours,” Ray said as he unlocked the black car with a bleep.This one was a little bigger than the others in the parking lot, still nothing compared to my mommy’s. Ray opened the backseat for me and I was greeted by a pink car seat! Even big enough for me to fit into it! Ray took his seat behind the wheel as Ed helped me into the carseat, but not before a thick white pad was laid out onto it. “We don’t want you to leak on it,” Ed said calmly. He pulled the straps tightly around me and snapped them into place. Ed closed my door and sat down in front of me. Kara took the seat next to me. She gave me a weak smile while buckling herself in. I grabbed my pacifier and put it in my mouth, hugged the seal again and looked outside. Finally, one step closer to mommy, I hope. Ray started driving and Ed started to talk again, not to me, but to Kara. “So, the thing is, as you know, Layla here is not from around here,” Ed said. I looked up as I heard my name. “I figured that, so you’re going to take her back to her, community?” Kara asked. “Something like that, it’s a bit more complicated. Layla is from another dimension.” Ed said bluntly.” I looked at Kara, whose mouth was gaping, closing it again and shaking her head. “So you’re into this joke too,” Kara said with a sigh. Moving her hand to her head. “It’s no joke,” Ray said. “He is right, it’s no joke and we are totally serious,” Ed said sternly. “Layla is here from another dimension. A total freak accident, we have never seen this sort of thing happen.” “Well, not this way,” Ray said quietly. “So how do you know she is from another dimension?” Kara asked. “We have never seen it this way, as Ray said, people from her dimension dropping into ours. But the other way, plenty of times,” Ed said. “You mean people from here, were dropped into her dimension?” Kara asked bewildered. “On accident of course,” Ed said. “Wait, so that means,” Kara said, turning to me. “That all you said is true? It’s not some sort of wild community where people act like babies?” “Nuhuh, we don't act, we are,” I said from behind the pacifier. “Correct, in her dimension we are called littles. There are many stories of people dropping into her dimension and being treated like babies. Because, well, to them, that is what we are,” Ed said. “Who is them?” Kara asked. “The Amazons. They're called that because of their height, most of the people there are twice or even thrice our height. Then you got the inbetweeners, who are in the middle, hence their name. And you have people like Layla here, littles, helpless in the world of the Amazon,” Ed explained. “So how do you know all this?” Kara asked after a few seconds. “we set up a form of communications a while ago, mostly thanks to the Amazons technology. They were the ones to come into contact with us. The leaders there explained how their dimension works to us, and said they got a few portal littles residing there. That’s how we found out where most of our missing people were residing,” Ed said. “How are they residing there?” Kara asked, I guess she already knows the answer. “Well, as her kind does,” Ed said, pointing back at me. “They are treated as babies, since the Amazon world doesn’t have much Little facilities. And, well, the Amazons are a bit baby crazy,” Ed said bluntly. “What? But, they are adults right?” Kara freaked out, looking at me. “To us, yes. Biological, also yes, but to most of them, no,” Ed answered. “It’s a weird dynamic that we don’t fully understand yet.” “So, people like Layla are being treated like this,” Kara gestured towards me. “Against their will?” “It’s complicated, some are being treated as a baby against their will. But I guess seeing Layla here is fine with it,” Ed said. “Are you really Layla?” Kara asked, grabbing my shoulder. “Uhu,” I said, dropping the pacifier out of my mouth. “I let my mommy adopt me when I was done with college.” “Really? Why?” Kara asked, with a shocked look. “Because I like her, she is a good mommy to me and we both love each other,” I said. Kara shook her head again. “I am sorry, but all this is pretty hard to believe,” she said. “We understand, maybe it’s better if we discuss this further at the facility with my supervisor,” Ed said. We rode the rest of the way in silence, I had popped my pacifier back in my mouth and looked out the window. It finally made somewhat sense, a different dimension, with everything built just for littles. No room for an Amazon here, I bet mommy couldn’t use a toilet here. I chuckled a little by the thought of that. I tried to gather as many sight worthy things I could find. I eventually saw a buggy being unfolded out the back of a car as we stood still. The woman was putting a tiny little in the buggy! There are probably lots of those little Littles around here. This world was almost the same as mine, only tinier! But that probably also means they don’t have any good diapers here, only these white stupid ones. We rode again and after some time had passed we stood still again in front of a gate. Ray showed a badge to the guard standing next to the car and the gate opened. “This is it,” Ed said. I looked at the building and saw that it was a low building and very boring. “And what is this?” Kara asked. “The building of our agency, where we do everything related to Layla’s dimension,” Ed explained. “Could use some color,” I said, looking at the boring building. “Sure does, but we are trying to blend in instead of stand out, for safety,” Ray said as he rode into a parking garage. He parked the car close to an elevator and we got out. I held Kara’s hand again, in the other I carried the seal, and we walked towards the elevator. In the elevator Ray pushed a button that said minus three. “Why are we going into the basement?” I said, looking at Ray. “There we have everything that you need,” Ray answered. “Good, I think I could use a change,” I said, patting the front of my diaper. The elevator dinged and we got out. I saw a blank hallway without any art or plants decorating the place. The two men led the way for us, after turning a corner there were two doors. One in front of us and one to the right. “Ray, why don’t you take Layla to her room?” Ed said. “Can’t Kara come with me?” I asked, still holding Kara’s hand and looking at her. “She doesn’t know the building,” Ed said. “But don’t you worry. I am pretty sure you’re going to like this place.” “I will see you soon, okay?” Kara said, giving me a short hug and stood next to Ed. Ray took my hand and opened the door with a badge. It led to another hallway, I sprung up a little when the door closed with a loud bang. “Sorry for that, we don’t use that door often,” Ray said, leading me down another hallway. We took a left turn and descended some steps. Ray opened another door with his badge and held it open for me. “I hope it’s to your liking,” Ray said, gesturing me in. I took my steps slowly and peaked into the room. It was a nursery! Even better it was a nursery like I am used to! It had a normal sized crib, a stocked diaper shelf with colorful diapers. The nursery was painted light blue with pink, and the floor was made of thick white carpet! I don’t know if that was a good idea. “Thank you!” I yelled while giving Ray a hug and quickly ran towards the stuffed animals and dove in. I quickly popped up again from the pile of stuffies. “Wait!” I yelled at Ray, who was still standing by the door, watching me. “Can you change me first?” I asked, pointing at the stocked shelf. “Excuse me?” Ray said, looking at me with big eyes. “Change my diaper,” I said, crawling out of the pile. “I really need a change,” I said again, patting the front of my badly taped diaper, making it squish. “Euhm, can I send someone else? I am sure we have people for that,” Ray said. More people? I knew it! Ray and Ed are giving me away to other people, just like I said to Kara. “No! No more people!” I yelled. “I want a clean diaper by someone I know!” I said. Tears welled up into my eyes again. I heard some music and saw that Ray picked up his phone. “Hello?” He whispered. I rubbed my eyes clean while I sat in front of the pile of stuffies. I still sobbed a little trying to hear Ray. “What, why me? I have no experience in that field,” Ray whispered. “Oh, okay, yes, will do. No Ma-am, not a problem,” Ray said while staring at the ground and he hung up. “Okay,” Ray sighed. “Let’s get you changed.” He walked towards the shelf with diapers and picked a blue one. “Not that one!” I yelled. “It has to be pink to match my outfit!” I sprung up and walked towards the shelve. I picked a pink diaper and opened it. “Not as big as home, but better than the one I am wearing,” I said as I inspected the diaper. Ray let out a big sigh and grabbed the wet wipes and powder. “Where is the changing table?” I asked, looking around. “Euhm, we, we don’t have one. We do have a changing mat,” Ray said with a little stutter. He looked under the crib and pulled out a big plastic covered mat. “This has to do.” I reluctantly laid with my back on the mat and put my pacifier in and lifted my jumper to my chest, exposing my diaper. Ray started nervously tearing at the tapes and removed the diaper. “Wait! No, you first have to clean me with the wipes, then lift my legs and clean my butt,” I said, trying to help him. “Huh, why?” He asked. “I don’t know, mommy always does it like that,” I said. Ray quickly cleaned me the way I told him and taped the new pink diaper shut. “So, how is that?” Ray asked with a red face. “I think you did pretty good,” I said. The taping was a bit crude and he used a lot of powder. I decided not to say any of that. “Thank you,” I said as I put my jumper over the diaper. I gave Ray a quick hug and popped the pacifier in my mouth “You’re welcome,” Ray said with a smile. “I have to go now, if you need anything just yell and someo- euhm me, Ed, or Kara will come down, okay?” “Okay,” I said, eyeing the pile of stuffies again. Ray quickly walked out of the room and closed the door, I heard another click and went running for the pile of stuffies.

Thanks for all the comments and support! I hope it lives up to it's potential and expectations! Chapter two They took me to a small office, in there stood the tiniest computer I had ever seen! Leon carried me to a chair and put me down on it. “Allright, please stay here,” Leon said while carefully backing away. “Hugo, please guard the door and don't forget to call!” He yelled. Leon went in another door and came back a minute later holding a tiny cup of water. “I thought you probably wanted some water after all that,” Leon said. “Can I have a bottle?” I sniffed looking at the cup. It has been years since I drank from a cup “A bottle?” He asked, “Sure,” He scratched his head. The man went into the same room as before and returned with a bottle. Sadly not the bottle I wanted. This one was the same as the bottles mommy used. “Oh, thank you,” I said meekly as I took the bottle from him. The man sat down behind the desk. Inspecting me, looking at my shoes and jumper. His eyes lingered a little too long at my diaper. “So, what happened back there?” He asked, folding his arms and leaning back, raising one eyebrow. “I-I don’t know,” I stuttered, tears were filling up my eyes again. “I was looking for a stuffie as a gift for Matthew, once I found the seal,” I said, holding the seal up. “I ran back to mommy, but when I turned the corner she wasn’t there,” I sniffed, feeling a tear fall down my cheek. “Ah, I see. Aren't you a little old for a mommy?” The man asked bluntly. “No? I still need a mommy,” I said, “don’t you have a mommy?” “Sure, but I have long moved out of her house,” “Makes sense since you’re an inbetweener,” I said, kicking my feet. “Inbetweener?” He asked, leaning forward. “Yeah, you know, because of your height. I am a little, and since you’re taller than me, you’re an in-betweener. Mommy is what she likes to call an amazon,” I explained, trying to open the bottle of water. “Huh? what are you talking about?” “You know, amazons take care of littles. Inbetweeners do their own thing,” I said, opening the bottle carefully, I placed the cap on the table and slowly took a sip, holding the bottle with both hands “Take care? how?” He asked, confused. “By caring for me, changing my diapers, feeding me, and most important of all, love,” I explained. “Do you really use them?” He asked, pointing at my diaper and narrowing his eyes. Before I could answer his question, the door opened. Hugo showed his face, looked at me than at Leon. “They are here,” he said, opening the door a little wider. Two police officers walked into the tiny room. A man with a blond mustache, and a woman with a black ponytail were standing next to Leon. “That was quick,” Leon said as he stood up and greeted the two officiers. “So, what’s the deal?” The man asked Leon. “So far? No clue. She says that she lost her mommy, but giving her age I doubt that. Maybe this is some weird role play?” Leon answered. “She was hysterical when I found her, I tried to take her back here but she bolted for the exit. I assumed she had stolen something,” Hugo chimed in. I sat there in silence, not knowing what was going to happen. At least these people were police officers, so I could trust them according to mommy. Although I have never seen Little police officers. “What about the stuffed animal?” The man with the blond mustache asked. “I checked the tag, it’s not one of ours. I am also not familiar with that brand,” Leon answered. “Why don’t you work out the details with these two? I will try to talk to her,” The woman police officer said. The men nodded in agreement and walked out of the office. After the woman closed the door behind them she grabbed the chair Leon was sitting on and placed it in front of me. “Hello, what is your name?” The woman asked calm and sweetly. “Layla,” I answered short, tightening my grip on the seal. “That is a lovely name! My name is Kara,” Kara said. “Hi Kara,” I greeted her, looking at the floor. “So, Layla, how old are you?” “I am three, turning four in just a few months,” I said, looking up and showing Kara three fingers. Kara gave me a weird look but it quickly disappeared again. “Three years old huh? Do you know your physical age?” Kara asked. “Physical age?” I wondered, “Around twenty-five I think. I don’t really keep count on that anymore,” I answered. “So from what I understood with my quick chat with Hugo, you’ve lost your mommy?” Kara asked. I explained the whole thing to her, shedding a tear again when I told her about the bullies in the store. I took a little sip from the bottle, spilling a bit on my jumper. “Why don’t you come with me to the station? We got more stuffed animals and hot cocoa there,” Kara said carefully. “Is my mommy there?” I asked “Maybe. Maybe she went to the station looking for you,” Kara said. “So, what do you say, want to ride in a police car?” Kara said as she stood up and reached out her hand. I nodded and stood up and put the bottle on the chair. Kara was even tinier than I am! Only by a little bit though, I could almost see over her. “Okay, one question?” I asked. “Sure,” Kara said. “Do you have any diapers at the police station?” I asked. “Euhm, I don’t know, why do you want to know?” Kara asked, confused. “Cause I think I badly need a change,” I said, holding the skirt from my jumper up and patting my diaper, Hearing it squish a little. “What the?” Kara said, looking very weird at me, then sighed. “Let's figure that out at the station,” she sighed and shook her head. We stepped out the door, seeing the three men standing just a few feet away. “Gavin! You good to go?” Kara asked. “Yep, I think I know enough, or maybe a bit too much,” He said, stepping away from the security guards and joining Kara and me. “Thanks for coming, and good luck with her,” Hugo smirked. I bent my head down and hugged the seal, letting Kara lead me to the police car. I tried to block the whispers and looks from the other people in the store as we were walking towards the exit. Some of them slipped through, calling me a weirdo, making fun of my clothes, and hair. A tiny tear slipped from my eyes. I really hope my mommy is waiting at the station for me. We arrived at the police car. I was shocked to see it was also tiny. “Do we even fit in that?” I asked as Kara opened the door for me. “I think you will fit just fine,” Kara said. I climbed into the backseat, even though there wasn’t a car seat for me. “Do you need help buckling up?” Kara asked as Gavin took the seat behind the steering wheel. “Uhu,” I nodded as I sat down. Kara buckled me and took the seat in front of me. There was a weird fence in the middle of the car, separating me from the officers in the front. “So what do you think of this mess?” Gavin asked Kara. “Honestly? No clue, never had a situation like this,” Kara sighed. “We will figure it out at the station, fill a report etc.” I put my pacifier in my mouth and looked through the car window, trying to drone out the talking officiers. Everything was so tiny here. The people, the cars, the trees, even the buildings were small. Not one amazon to be found, I did see another little dressed like me, but she was even smaller than the rest of the littles here, being pushed round in buggy. I hugged the seal tighter to my chest and felt my eyes drooping and I let out a big yawn. I felt my diaper swelling up a bit but paid it little attention. I let my body go limp and quickly fell asleep in the backseat of the police car. “Hey Layla, hey.” Kara said, shaking me lightly. I slowly opened my eyes. “Are we at the station?” I asked, looking sleepily at Kara and rubbing my eyes. “Yes we are, we took a little detour to grab some supplies,” Kara said, unbuckling me. “I haven’t noticed,” I said, getting out of the car and quickly grabbing the seal. “Lets get inside and get that hot cocoa,” Kara said, taking my hand and walking towards the entrance. With the other hand she was carrying a plastic bag. “What the shit!” I heard Gavin saying. Kara and I turned around. “What is it Gav?” Kara asked. “She pissed all over the seat!” He yelled. I felt my cheeks turn red. I did tell them I needed a change. “Just let the cleaners fix it,” Kara sighed, turning around and we walked inside the station. Inside the station it was very busy, people were walking everywhere, carrying papers and tiny cups. Kara was still holding my hand, I squeezed it a little bit. Some people looked at me and shook their heads and quickly walked by. At least nobody said anything mean to me. “Let’s go somewhere without all this fuzz,” Kara said as we walked past a few desks. We walked down a hallway and entered a room with just a desk and a few chairs. On one side there was a mirror covering the wall. Kara put the bag on the table, and grabbed a package of plain looking diapers from it, as well as some wet wipes. “I got to take care of some stuff. How about you get changed and I will be in here with your hot cocoa in a few minutes,” Kara said, opening the package of diapers. “Change myself?” I asked. “Please tell me you can change yourself,” Kara sighed, giving me a pleading look. “I-I will try,” I stutterd, grabbing a diaper from the package, inspecting it. It felt cheap, had only two tapes, and felt really thin. “Good, I will only be gone for a few minutes,” Kara said again. She closed the door and a few seconds later I heard a click. I put the seal down on the table and stood next to one of the chairs. I undid my jumper and let it drop to the floor. I inspected my diaper, it was soaking wet and leaking in a few places! Luckily, from the smell of it, no messies. With a lot of effort and a few grunts I removed the four tapes, and clumsy worked the wet wipes around my private area. I cleaned up my behind as best as I could. I put the used wet wipes in the diaper and tried my best with wrapping everything up in a ball. To my frustration, it kept unfolding every time I let go. “How does mommy do all this?” I asked out loud, feeling tears swelling up again. I gave myself a minute to calm down and hugged the seal, which helped a little bit I think. I put one of the thin diapers on the chair and sat down on it. after realising that I had it backwards I fixed the diaper so the tapes started at my back. I carefully taped the diaper shut and stood up, trying to look how well I did. The diaper immediately fell to the ground. With a loud sigh I pulled it up and tried to redo the tapes, the diaper ripped with it. “These are some very cheap diapers!” I yelled frustrated, throwing the diaper in the corner and grabbing a new one. “Okay, attempt number two,” I sighed again. This time it went a little better, but it still wasn't good enough, I threw it next to the other one and tried again. After five diapers I finally successfully diapered myself. To be really sure I had double diapered myself, incase of any leaking. I jumped a little bit, proud of my work. I put the jumper back on and sat down on the chair again. I put the pacifier back in my mouth and grabbed the seal. “At least I don’t have to worry about that for a while,” I said while keeping an eye on the door, waiting for Kara to come back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “What do you make of it Gavin?” I asked. We were both standing in front of the two way mirror, watching Layla sitting on a chair. several ripped diapers lie in the corner. “No clue, maybe some weird kink play?” He asked. “Won’t that stop at some point? I mean, she is sitting inside a police station. At some point she must realize it went too far,” I said, swallowing nervously. I have my fair share of kinks as well, but I wouldn’t dare to expose myself to the outside world like that. I would lie if It didn’t intrigue me a little that Layla would. “I guess, some people just don’t know when to quit,” He said, looking up his report he made at the store. “One of the security guards did mention she just appeared out of nowhere.” “People don’t show up out of thin air Gav,” I huffed. ”Maybe she wore a long coat and removed it inside the store. Anyway, I will try to find out more about Layla here, why don’t you fill in the official report?” I asked Gavin. “Sure, rather you than me, “He chuckled. ”You seem to have a thing for weirdos,” He said as he walked away. “No, just this one,” I said under my breath. I grabbed a cup of hot cocoa from the vending machine and a teddy bear from my desk and walked back to the room. “I got you your hot cocoa, and a teddy bear,” I said, opening the door and slowly walking inside. “Is it in a bottle?” Layla asked, looking up from her lap. Her eyes were a little red. “I'm afraid not, just be very careful, okay?” I said as I put the cup and teddy bear down in front of her and took a seat on the other side of the table. “Oh, okay,” Layla said, grabbing the teddy bear and eyeing the cup. I watched her for a few minutes, trying to think of a few questions to ask. I tried to think of the wording, she said she was three, so maybe I should ask my questions in that kind of manner. Layla carefully picked up the paper cup and slowly took a sip, she sat the cup back down and gave me a disgusted look. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “This cocoa is very bad,” Layla said, moving her tongue around. I raised my eyebrow. “Mind if I take a sip?” I asked, already reaching for the cup. “Okay, but I warned you,” Layla said. I took a sip and let it swirl around in my mouth. “Don’t know, tastes good to me, maybe you’re not used to vending cocoa,” I joked. “It’s yucky,” Layla said, showing her disdain. “Anyway, mind if I ask you something?” I asked, trying to find out where she got the courage to go out like that from. “Uhu,” Layla said, crossing her legs. “Why diapers?” I asked gently. “Because I need them,” Layla answered. “Need them as in, you’re incontinent?” “Uhu, Most of the time I don’t notice I am peeing, but sometimes I pee on purpose, right before I get changed. If I felt that I needed to go.” “Does somebody change your diapers?” “My mommy of course! She changes a lot of my diapers! And Larissa, Vincent, and Emma from daycare,” Layla answered. How many people does she need to change her diapers? and is there even a daycare for her, kink? I wondered, I felt a little jealousy rise within me. How does someone set all of this up? “That sure is a lot of people,” I said, trying to sound genuine. “Not that many! Matthew has like ten people changing his diapers!” Layla said, showing me her fingers. I could see Layla felt more at ease now, she talked more and even smiled a little. Her grip on the stuffed animals was relaxing too. “Wait, who’s Matthew?” I asked, a little confused at hearing another name. “Matthew is my friend from daycare.” “Oh I see,” I said. Better to move on to the harder questions. “So why the dress up?” “Dress up?” Layla asked, looking down at her jumper. “These are my normal clothes. Almost everybody my age wears them,” Layla answered, fidgeting with her jumper. “And where are you from?” “I don’t know what it is called, I hear a lot of different names, it confuses me.” “Describe it to me. What does it look like, how are the people? What do they wear? How does it differ from here?” I asked. She couldn’t come from too far, dressed like that and without any identification. “I can do that!” Layla said with a bit of enthusiasm. “Well, everything is a lot bigger where I am from! My mommy is twice or even thrice my height I am not sure, and us littles, almost all of us wear diapers and have a mommy and daddy,” Layla explained. Is this some kind of make believe gone wrong? Someone who really believes she is a little girl? I thought to myself. “But that stupid light has ruined it, everything is tiny here, and the people are mean!” Layla added, hugging the seal and teddy bear. There she mentioned that light again, hopefully Gavin looks into it and figures out what Layla’s means by that. “Am I mean Layla?” I asked, trying to shift the conversation to something less serious. I doubt I get a serious answer on my previous question from Layla. “No, not at all. I think you’re the only one I can trust here,” Layla said. “Why is that?” I asked, leaning forward. “Because I learned from mommy that I can trust police officers, it doesn't matter to me that you’re a Little. And you have been nice to me so far. I feel like we have a sort of bond already,” Layla explained. “A bond?” I asked genuinely. “Uhu, I can’t explain it, there is just something about you.” We sat there for a good two hours, talking about Layla’s crazy world. Big people, car seats, playing with baby toys, even breastfeeding! I couldn’t believe it really. “Do you think I can visit your place some time?” I asked, trying my best to play along. “I think mommy likes that, but you have to wear a diaper when you come visit my house,” Layla said. “Oh, why?” I asked. To be honest I was a little intrigued by her little make believe world. A part of me doubted it of course, what if she has so many people to play along with her kink. Maybe it was like a small community for people who are into this. “Because you’re a Little like me, even smaller than I am!” Layla said. At that moment Gavin opened the door and interrupted my conversation with Layla. “Hey, Kara, can you come here for a second?” He said, looking worried. “Coming!” I said while I stood up. “I’ll be right back, Layla,” I said, walking to the door and closing it behind me. “What is it Gav?” I asked him. “Well, I filled the report, it was an easy task with how much information was available,” He said, sweating a bit. “And?” I asked, trying to push the info out of Gavin. “Well, a few minutes ago two men walked in and asked about the report. I said they couldn’t see it without proper identification. They quickly showed me their badges and asked about Layla,” He said, pointing at Layla. “Wait, seriously? What do they want with her?” I asked dumbfounded. I turned to the two way mirror. “Who is she?” I asked Gavin. “Someone who does not belong in this world, Miss Garcia,” A man said behind me.