BabyGirlSJ

That was my vision, or something similar. Thanks!

There’s more coming

I. My face, deep red with a combination of embarrassment and tears, was on full display, the rest of my body fully moving in momentum to my locked-tight wrist, which was firmly in the grasp of the supervising party in my life, my Mommy, who’s infuriated look pulling me along said all anyone needed to know. I could have whined, I could have done anything, but I felt…paralyzed. Things like this had happened so much in my life lately that I didn’t know what else to do. I just more or less marched along, I didn’t know what else to do. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to be anywhere but here, but here I was, unable to leave. It'd have been embarrassing enough if I was only in trouble. Making this whole thing even worse was what was around my waist. My bottom? Covered in poop. I had a diaper on, sure, but still, anyone within a 10000000 mile radius could smell it. It had a huge blowout, there were messy streaks going down my previously-pristine leggings. It looked every bit as bad as I smelled. It wasn’t the first time I had one of these, but for whatever reason, this was different. I’d even had poopy blowouts in the mall before; today, I was just on a heater. Tantrums, all of that. At this point, I didn’t even care, and I figured that if this was how I was going to be treated, I might as well give Mommy what she wanted. We were a sight for anyone who bothered to pay attention; my Auntie Stef walked at a steady distance behind, carrying my “older” sister, who, judging from this whole scene, had clearly passed me in the maturity department. “Unbelievable, just unbelievable, I’m at a complete loss for words,” Mommy bemoaned aloud, targeted at an audience of one, “all this, all this…embarrassment for Mommy, all because of a poopy diaper, a poopy diaper!” This end of the statement drew a few curious stares, but Mommy was undeterred. “A poopy diaper baby, you’ve ruined the day for all of us, and especially your sister, all because of a damn poopy diaper, something I think we see more than once per day? I don’t get it, I really don’t.” Mommy was scary when she was upset because there were bits of calm mixed into the inner seas of her volcanic temper. “You just think you’re going to get to watch Gabby’s Dollhouse when your sister does when we’re home, well, you’ve got another thing coming, Missy. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to leave your playpen all week after this little display, ughh!” Mommy started again, before once again showcasing the madness of it all, “…all because of a poopy diaper, unbelievable, even your sister doesn’t melt down like this because of an accident, and she’s expected to use the potty; you’re not, you go in your diapers, ugh, just unbelievable.” I just tried to move fast in my complicated waddling state, my legs uncomfortably mixed with my own fecal matter, all while reflecting on the current events. Seeing my sister really surpass me and take her rightful spot as the older kid in the house, it just set me off.. It wasn’t fair, she got to have her ears pierced, and I had to watch! What should have been a delightful rite of passage for my sister, Mommy, and Auntie Stef, quickly devolved into my own tantrum on the floor of Claire’s shortly afterwards, to the delight of no one. Compounding it all was the fact that in the middle of this tantrum, I had made a runny poopy in my diaper, making a further mess even worse by throwing myself on my bottom in the middle of it all. All because I was supposed to watch the other three shop for my sister. I didn’t want to watch this! I just wanted to be anywhere else; or my own ears pierced. How dare they! As I was dragged across the mall floor by Mommy towards the family bathrooms, I snapped back into reality. I’d been falling into these mindsets more and more lately, which was concerning, but probably was something I’d better become more used to. I didn’t know when I’d ever be out of this treatment, if ever, so maybe I’d better just start giving into the end of the rainbow more; I didn’t know where this was ultimately headed. I’m a little conflicted though; on one hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, which thought this was what I always wanted, and I should be ecstatic, but on the other hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, and it was embarrassing mostly and other times cringe worthy. It truly had become a textbook case of “be careful what you wish for”, forced into this due to my own missteps, unlikely to ever leave, at least anytime soon. As simple as my life had become, it was equally complemented by perceived complication. We finally got near a familiar sight, the family restroom sign pointed a direction that our destination was nearby. I was surprised Mommy took this detour; but then, why would she need to get the car seats poopy and make my Auntie Stef’s car stinky if she didn’t have to. Maybe, I guess, I didn’t know. Just guesses, my time for planning and those sorts of things had gone out the window a long time ago. Just as I was hoping for something uneventful, we turned the corner to the family restroom and…it was “out of order”. “Hmmm,” Mommy looked at Auntie Stef, “any ideas?” “Let’s just take everyone to the ladies room, I’ll take Amelia potty while you can take care of Courtney’s poopy diaper, there’s a place to change her there,” Auntie Stef informed her. “Alright, ladies room it is,” Mommy still seemed annoyed, but obviously not with her sister. We once again were off at Mommy’s brisk pace. Thankfully, the ladies room wasn’t too far away. I wasn’t too sure though, I didn’t like the fact that this was much more public than the family restroom we originally were going to use. As we went in the doorway, Auntie Stef took my sister, “want to go to the big girl potty with Auntie?” “Mmhmm,” I heard Amelia say. “Alright, we’ll meet you out here when we’re done, see you soon,” Mommy smiled and kissed Amelia, before turning towards our destination. Mommy pulled me towards a back corner, where there were several changing tables, built in to the counters, each separated into different changing areas by a dividing wall, but set up in a way that multiple changes could take place simultaneously. As we approached, I saw another mom starting a similar job with her own toddler, who sounded about as thrilled as I was to have their diaper changed. I was still a crying, teary mess, so I had no room to talk. Mommy walked to the table next to the occupied one, setting down her brioche diaper backpack on a space behind the changing table. She moved my hand from her vice grip to around a metal rod by the structure, leaving me to stand awkwardly while she took everything out. A new diaper, a travel case of wipes, a changing pad, new clothes, nothing was spared; she even took out hand sanitizer for herself for after the change was done. Like I said, very prepared. As I stood there awkwardly, alternating my glances between Mommy’s pretty brioche Petunia Pickle Bottom bag and the environment around us. As I glanced, the other mom looked over, giving us both a half smile, before doing a bit of a double take at me. At 5’6”, I wasn’t the typical baby having my diaper changed.Soon, I felt Mommy pushing me towards the table, her immense strength overpowering me, “Up,” was all she said. As I moved my poopy bottom towards salvation, I noticed Mommy making a smile to the other mom who was looking at us. “Poopy diapers, doesn’t matter how big the baby, always gonna be poopy diapers, am I right? Just when I thought I had both of my girls out of diapers, this one decided her journey in them didn’t want to be over, and here we are!” Mommy said in a feigned exasperation of catharsis. “Oh I can relate to that!” I heard the other mom say, “when her brother was born,” she began telling Mommy, motioning to the toddler she was changing, “she decided to cancel her own potty training, and I’ve got two loads of poopy diapers to change now! Gotta love motherhood!” “Have lots of babies, they said…” Mommy began and laughed, to which the other mom laughed too. She pulled back my sodden leggings and began the dirty work. As she pulled them down my dirty legs, she pulled out a plastic bag, rolling the leggings into the bag, tying it shut, and walking over, past the other relatable mom. Mommy quickly tossed it away, there was no reusing of it, not in any known universe. “Looks like a code brown and a half,” I heard the other mom say. “Like I said, just another day,” Mommy laughed, coming back to find me, “it’s why they sell clothes right?” As Mommy began pulling out wipes, the other mom must have finished, I heard her say goodbye, and Mommy happily bid her adieu. I always found mommies/moms to be such strange individuals. They were the only people I knew who could exchange pleasantries while being wrist deep in poopy. I guess it was a labor of love or something sappy. “Phew, phewwie, you stink stinkyyy,” Mommy teased somewhat melancholy; I think she’d rather be doing anything but this right now, especially given her current state of furor. Before taking on the diaper, she ran a series of wipes up and down my legs, cleaning off the blowout aftermath, putting the wipes in another plastic bag she’d popped out. Soon after, she opened the diaper, revealing the mess that necessitated this visit in the first place. “Yucky wucky, you’re so stinky, inky,” she teased, taking on the unenvious task of cleaning my diaper area. As mad as she could get at me, diaper changes were always pleasant, Mommy made them fun, no matter how many she did. She made baby noises, Mommy noises, in exaggerated tones throughout the entirety of the charge. Prior to Amelia using the potty, Mommy was just the same. A real natural, one could not argue.I knew I was really in for it when I got home, but for this moment in time, Mommy made me forget about it, as brief a reprieve as it might be. The cool wipes moved across my bottom, up the crack, over and over. Across my little peepee, which by this point was very much unusable except to potty, and all over the rest. A large cloud of baby powder soon followed, as did a dollop of rash cream. Soon, Mommy lifted me, sliding another diaper underneath me, taping it up. Mommy then took out a khaki skirt, pulling it up my legs. It matched my purple Gabby’s Dollhiuse shirt, I was impressed. “All done, Princess,” Mommy looked at me, putting the wipes into the used diaper and taping it up;, “lay there so Mommy can pack all your diaper goodies up.” Mommy squirted hand sanitizer on her hands, and began rubbing them as she looked at the landscape. She put the wipes container back, the powder and cream back, and then had me get off the table while she put the changing pad away. She slung the brioche bag on her shoulder, taking the used diaper in one hand and my hand in another. As we walked towards a garbage can, another mom came in, babies in tow. She and Mommy made eye contact, each shaking their heads and exchanging a laugh. Mommy tossed my used diaper out, and led me out towards the mall, where Amelia and Auntie Stef were waiting. “Looks like you got that solved,” Auntie Stef chuckled. “All in a mom’s work, right?” Mommy said lightheartedly. “Of course, nice choice too, she’s really rocking that diaper, isn’t she?” Stef asked. “You better believe it, you know she loves it, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she?” Mommy teased. I just got red and embarrassed. Aunt Stef was right, I was “rocking” my diaper. My skirt was really short, the bottom peaked out, and when I raised my arms the teeniest bit, the diaper stuck out the top. Anyone could see it, anyone within ear shot could notice it. “Well, let’s go home, we’ll get Amelia a frosty and us some lunch, and we can take it home and eat it; I’d love to eat in, but we need to get the baby down for her afternoon nap, she’s kind of cranky, if you couldn’t tell,” Mommy said in a mocking tone, to which the two laughed. Amelia gave a cute laugh of her own, but I think it was mostly to humor the adults. Off we went, Mommy holding my hand and pulling me, Aunt Stef carrying my sister. Two different directions, me pulled towards perpetual and infinite babydom, my sister pushed to higher and higher heights. I was overwhelmed, and so deeply conflicted. As we made it out to Auntie Stef’s Highlander, a dark and extended reality began to settle on me that I would never escape. As I was buckled in my car seat, I began to sob, beginning to process the day that this ear piercing adventure had wrought. “Oh Courtney, it’s ok, you’re just tired baby,” Mommy tried to console me, handing me a bottle, “drink some milkies, and enjoy the ride; Mommy will carry you in at home if you fall asleep, you’ve had a long day Princess.” I took the bottle and began to suckle down the bitter pill my life had swallowed. It wasn’t always this way, but it looked like it was going to be moving forward. As I began to doze and take it in, I thought about it all, and how I had no one else but myself to blame.

Thanks for the catch lol

II. An Offer Like No Other “So spill the beans, what is it Mom?” Samantha asked, seemingly breaking the silence that permeated the interior of Mommy’s Tahoe. “Well, how would you like your sister to go to college with you in the Fall?” Mommy asked. I sat there a little incredulous, and looking over, it was apparent Samantha was, too. “College? Jaclyn? Mom, I’ll be going to school all day and playing volleyball, I won’t have time to be changing dirty diapers and giving bottles all day, no offense Jaclyn,” she looked over at me as if I cared. I just smiled, and Samantha gave me a little grin back with an exaggerated wave. I loved her, she was my big sister. “Well, I think that Jaclyn’s journey may be at a bit of an end, at least this phase. She’s been basically trending around 2 years old for the last four years or so, and you know, maybe it’s time to help her grow up, be who she wants, you know? Be Jaclyn, instead of a baby,” Mommy went on. “Sure, but, I mean Mom, you’ve just had to change her diaper in the car here, she seems happy, I think, but you know, I would love to have her there.” “I’m sure you would, at the very least, you could help her acclimate to being a big girl, and all that comes with it, because we all know being a girl isn’t that easy,” Mommy laughed. “So here’s what I wanted to talk to you about. With it being summer, I propose that we spend this summer trying to potty train Jaclyn. It’s going to be a lot of work, because well, potty training isn’t easy, and it’s going to take all hands on deck. *If* we can get Jaclyn out of diapers during the day, Jacy’s therapist has suggested an accelerated progression program that would put her right on par with any 19 year old going to college, wouldn’t you like that Jacy?” she smiled at me. Funny that they’d suggest me doing anything advanced, after all, I was sitting here with a pacifier in my mouth, and what I’m pretty sure was another warming pee stream into my recently changed diaper. College student, yeah right. I was willing to try anyting though. I smiled and nodded. “Well looks like Princess Potty Pants is on board too,” Aunt Becky quipped, sparking a laugh from the rest of the car’s occupants. Things got serious again. Mommy began talking again, this time in a more ominous tone. “This is a bit of a test, though. Jacy’s therapist wants to see how much Jacy wants to progress,” Mommy began, “and has suggested that if Jacy shows any signs of wanting to stay back, or not wanting to progress, that she just remain a baby forever.” This too, made my eyes wide. A baby forever? Sure, this seemed like it had been going on forever, but I didn’t think it was really that long, was it? You know what was really a long time though? Forever. Yeah, that was a long time. I wanted to grow up, I think. I wanted to go pal around with Samantha and her friends, I think. I didn’t want to be a stinky baby the rest of my life, even if I had to admit that I did enjoy the treatment at times. Taking note of my reaction, Mommy must have anticipated it I guess and told us, “Well, and there’d be other changes,” she started, “such as you actually ‘growing down’ to an actual baby size, for one.” I think this time, everyone had my look after the previous statement. “A baby size? How is that even possible?” Samantha asked incredulously, Aunt Becky nodded as if seeking the answer herself. “My company, you know, the one that originally brought Jaclyn into my orbit, well, they’ve perfected a new formula. The previous formula had a side effect of only ‘regressing’ bladder and bowel control, the last four years and AI have brought on a new formula that allows for the entire body to feel the same effect, isn’t htat cool?” “So you’d use it on Jaclyn?” Aunt Becky asked. “Yes. Because as all three of us know, Jacy can be a bit heavy to move around at times, and I really want to keep our own bodies in mind,” Mommy told them, almost reassuringly. They nodded. I mean, I couldn’t blame them I guess, pushing a hundred or so pounds around in a stroller couldn’t be easy or fun all the time, not to mention lifting me for diaper changes, feedings, etc. “Ah, that does make sense,” Aunt Becky told her, “plus, it opens up a lot of new avenues to buy baby clothes and everything else, right?” “Oh yes, it just makes everything a lot more easier, I mean, wouldn’t it just be easier to buy diapers at Target?” To this, they all three nodded with a echoing “um hmm”; if there was anything these three shaed an interest in, it was trips to Target. All three loved to grab their coffees at the front and push me around while they went and looked endlessly for home décor, baby wipes, or anything else they needed. About the only thing they couldn’t find for me there right now was diapers. I guess I could kind of see Mommy’s point. “So there you go then,” she spoke, before turning to me, “so what do you think Jaclyn? Do you want to be a big girl?” I could try I suppose. What’s the worst that could happen if I didn’t make it? Suckling Mommy’s boobies forever as the size of a baby? Wouldn’t be terrible, but..no, I couldn’t think that way. I needed to be a big girl, I think. I nodded and smiled, even clapped a bit. “Awww, good girl, I knew you’d be happy,” Mommy smiled, “Now let’s go get to Samantha’s party, shall we?” We drove back towards the house, I looked over at Samantha, who was smiling. I sure was a lucky little girl, even if I did still like to gamble with razors. For my own, I didn’t quite know what to think. I mean, I was pretty much fully drenched in the full throes of babydom at this point, but I still understood what was going on around me, even if I wasn’t given full credit for it. I had A LOT running through my head at this point, and if on cue… “Oh man,” *sniff sniff* I think I smell a stinky girl in here, *sniff sniff””, I heard Mommy say, “Samantha, can you just check?” I felt Samantha move over across our aisle, “Ummhmm,” she groaned a bit, “yes, she’s the stinky culprit,” gagging while laughing. “We’re all buckled in, I’ll just change her back at home,” Mommy said. “Make sure you roll the windows down, we need air in here, sooo much air,” Aunty Becky exaggeratedly laughed. And so we went. As we began to drive, I sat in my poopy diaper, thinking about what had just happened. It was the anxiety, you know. It seemed like any time I hit anything remotely stressful, at least in my own mind, that was my reaction. My last poop was a Mommy Milk Coma, but this one was just a full on “panic poopy”, as I’d started thinking of them as. The fact of the matter was, even if I’d have wanted to go back to being an adult at this point, I’d have so much adjustment, that staying here and being re-raised by Mommy only made sense at this point. I loved her though and I’d grown to love being the baby of the family though, I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else at this point. Which is what made this whole thing so difficult. I loved Samantha, but I was really attached to Mommy, like really attached. Which made my reaction to this so…obvious. I just started crying. Bawling my eyes out. What a sight I was, sitting here in a poopy diaper, crying my eyes out because my Mommy was going to probably make me a forever baby now. To top it all off, the windows were down too, giving a whole row of entertainment or a walking birth control ad to anyone who got to witness it. “Ohhh, what’s wrong Jac-y? Something the matter,” Samantha tried to console me. “Mommy…baby foh-evah?” I sputtered back. “Ohhh, no sweetie, it’d just be for a little while, you’ll be with Samantha, and Auntie Claudia, and everyone else!” Mommy tried her best. “Buuut Mommmyyyy!!!” I wailed. I couldn’t’ control myself at this point, I really couldn’t. I’d been conditioned to become this way. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. “Oh Princess Poopy Pants, it’ll all be ok,” Auntie Becky chimed in rather warmly, “we’ll get you trained before you know it!” “It’s not going to be for a little while, we’re not starting until *maybe* tomorrow,” Mommy told me, almost laughing. “We’ll get you into some clean panties and I’ll give you some num-nums at the house before the party, sound good?” “Ummhmm” I tried to calm down, nodding. It made me feel better, a little I guess, but I still didn’t want Mommy to leave. The rest of the ride home was uneventful. The three adults talked about school stuff, I think. I was blocked out in my head, trying to process the situation with my new increasingly overemotional state I’d found myself in. I guess it was the regression, but still, I didn’t know. We finally got home; apparently, we were the first ones. It was an empty house. While Samantha and Auntie Becky got everything out of the car, Mommy unbuckled me and took me and the diaper bag inside, and carried me up to my nursery. It was my naptime, too, and I supposed it would be nice for everyone to have a break from a sobbing poopy cranky toddler. I sobbed in her shoulder as I was supported by her insanely strong arms and grip. My Mommy was a superhero it seemed like! She layed my limp sobbing body on to the changing table and began to make sense of my poopy mess smeared across the entirety of my diaper area. “Oh honey, your little bottom is just covered in stinkies, just covered in little stinkies,” she teased as she continued to wipe my bottom. I even broke a smile a bit. “There’s my smiling little Princess, a stinky one, but a smiling one now!” she mused. “Are you sad Mommy is taking a trip?” I nodded. “Probably why you pooped your panties too, huh?” she inquired in an exaggerated tone. I nodded, smiling a bit again. “You’re a little girl that just loooooves pooping her panties, aren’t you?” I smiled and nodded. “Good thing you’ve got a great Mommy to keep your stinky little butt clean,” she smiled, as if expecting some applause. “Wuv you Mommy,” I lisped behind my pacifier. “I love you too, Jac-y, I love you so much. Don’t be sad for Mommy, I’ll be back before you know it, plus you’ll get to spend some quality time with Big Sissy, won’t it? Won’t that be fun to be with Big Sissy Samantha?” She had a point. I nodded. Probably wouldn’t miss changing my poopy diapers, especially as many as I’d been having lately. “Well good, now we’ve got you almost clean, just one more, and yep, all cleeean!” she spoke in a sing-song voice. Being back in a clean diaper was an amazing feeling, especially after being covered in all that poop. “Stay there for a sec, honey bug, Mommy needs to toss this nasty thing away, and we’ll get you some lunch real fast, sound good” As if I had a choice. My interactions were limited in this point in time, so I returned a sort of approving vacant look. “That’s what I thought, my little girl loves listening to her Mommy.” I smiled because I knew it was true. That’s why Mommy leaving was so hard. For the first time in my life, I’d really become attached. Mommy came back over and picked me off the table, and took me into her lap on the big comfy chair that she’d put in this new nursery. She unbuttoned her blouse, offering me her milk-dripping breast, which I happily latched onto and began suckling. Warm milk flowed into my mouth; this feeling never got old. If this was wrong, then I never wanted to feel right. I think I looked forward to this more than anything these days, that or playing with my dollies. “We needed to give you dinner early since the party’s coming, and I don’t know when I’d have time to feed you; my little girl is such an eager little eater," Mommy cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair.” I ate solids too, of course, but the only thing I drank was Mommy’s milk. If she couldn’t be there, she had a large supply of pumped milk that she kept in the downstairs refrigerator. I guess that’s what she was planning to do this time while she was gone. I loved Mommy’s milk, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy getting it from the source and not the bottle. Mommy switched me over to her other boob. “Feeling better Jac-y?” she asked in a somewhat concerned tone. I looked up and nodded, and continued to suckle. “There we go, that’s my little girl,” Mommy cooed as she kissed me on the forehead. I began to fall asleep in her arms. It was early, but this was usually my nap time, and after the day I had, I was soon drifting off into my own set of dreams. I came to a little while later; this is how my naps typically went. Sleep for a few hours, and let me feel, yep, there’s another dirty diaper for someone to change. I was back in my nursery, laying in my crib. I could hear talking downstairs; the party Mommy was talking about must have started already. As was typical, I was lying in an extremely wet diaper, but what else was new? If I didn’t, I’d be concerned, if I was being completely honest. At least I had a good view of my nursery; I really did love playing in here, and it was the perfect place to sleep when I needed to do it. There was a ton of stuff in here; it looked different than my old one, this one was really customized for “Princess Jaclyn”. There were cool paintings on the walls that Auntie Becky had painted, there were princess prints, unicorns, and really just about anything any little girl like me could ask for. As much as I liked to gaze at these things though, I wanted to be out and playing. “Ummummmummm” I started making noises that were obvious. There was a monitor in here, I knew someone would be up soon enough. And just like that, I heard steps coming my way. The door opened, revealing Auntie Claudia. “Oh, hiiii Princess,” she cooed. “Aun-ee Cwaadya!” I lisped behind my pacifier. “We heard a certain little Princess downstairs asking to go to the party! Do you know who that could be?” I shook my head, “nuh uhhhhh” I said with a bit of a smile. “You don’t? Is there another little Princess in this house?” “Nuh uhhh” I replied, shaking my head again, trying my best to tease. “Well, we need to find out then don’t we?” she teased, exaggeratedly putting her hands on her hips. She looked so much like Mommy it was scary. You could tell they were related at times like these, they even teased alike. She began taking the crib door down, reaching her hand into the front of my diaper, slipping a finger in the leg band. “Yep, just like I thought, wet tushy! Jac-yyys got a wettt tushhhhie,” she teased. “Let’s get your wet little bottom into something dry and see if we can find any other princesses besides this one here, alright?” she sang in a sweet Mommy-esque voice. She opened her arms, and I scooted around, plunging into them. Just like Mommy, she picked me up and carried me over to the changing table nearby. I laid back while she grabbed a new diaper and wipes and she quickly went to work. “Wow-ee Jac-y, did you drink the entire Kentucky River?” she teased, “I think it’s all in your diaper here!” I hadn’t had any leaks for a while, but she wasn’t wrong, I guess. My diapers could hold a ton, and I’d been drinking a lot of liquid, liquid that always found itself into the wet and often stinky confines of my diapers. I felt a familiar dryness soon enough, just as my bottom had taken a up and down vacation in the air for a few seconds; the diaper was pulled between my legs and taped tightly. “All done, there we go, alll dry Princess,” Auntie Claudia smiled, coming back over to where I was laying. I thought she was going to put me on her hip, but apparently she had other plans. She stood there, exaggerated once again, hands back on her hips. “So I heard a little girl was sad about her Mommy leaving,” she asked me. I nodded. “Well you shouldn’t be too upset, I think your big sissy might just be more than a little excited to spend the summer with you kiddo,” she told me, “your cousins and I are too; I think you might be coming over if your big sissy has things come up, won’t that be fun?” I thought about it. It did sound fun I guess. Caitlyn and Cassidy were always really fun to be around, and Auntie Claudia was well, my Auntie, and we always had fun over there. I was going to be sad to see Mommy leave though, I didn’t think it’d be forever. So I nodded. “Well that’s what I thought, we’ll have fun, and your Mommy will be back before you know it.” “Now let’s go downstairs, sound good? There’s caaaaake, I think I know a little princess who likes caaake,” she teased. I nodded and soon I was in her arms, on her hip going downstairs. I nuzzled my head into her neck, attempting to hide from it all. Everyone here took my strange situation in stride for whatever reason, but I still felt so reserved. I was a baby too, for all intents and purposes, and that status naturally came with doting, but still, I’d never truly gotten used to it. I’d had my diaper changed in front of strangers in bathrooms, by a lot of people at this party, they’d seen me at my worse emotional outbursts, but yet, I still had a sense of nervousness that was hard to put my little finger on. It was weird to me, I guess, because I’d never been the center of attention at any part of my former life. My parents always prioritized others, either my siblings or my cousins. Even Alanna had eyes elsewhere, I was basically a convenience. Not anymore. Today, it’ll be Samantha’s party officially, but I’ll get all the attention, or at least most of it. I’ve been thrust to the forefront, whether I’ve actually meant to or not. Auntie Claudia took me down through the sea of the living room. It was filled with people, people I knew. My family, Samantha’s friends, they were all here. I was happy to see them, of course, but I was happy to see Mommy too; she was sitting next to Auntie Becky with a few of the adults in the room, which, if Auntie Claudia’s direction was any indication, was where we were headed. “There she isssss!”, I heard Mommy exclaim. Auntie Claudia let me down, and I crawled my padded bottom as quickly as I could to my big sissy, completely etched in a smile, and I crawled to Mommy’s lap, cuddling quickly, all to a chorus of “awww’s” from the other adults. “Did you sleep well?” she asked me somewhat rhetorically, “I’m sure you did, you’re Mommy’s little deep sleeper, aren’tcha?”, she but her nose on mine, before giving me a big baby kiss on the cheek. “Feels like your bottom is dry too, nice warm little tushy, just like the way babygirl likes, huh?” I nodded. “Thanks for changing her Claudia,” Mommy looked at her sister, “I know she’s a little fountain these days.” “She sure was,” Auntie Claudia laughed, “good thing she’s got her diapers on, or else we’d be changing an awful lot of clothes.” Not resisting the opportunity to remind me of my stature, Auntie Becky jumped in, “I say that allll the time, it was the best decision you ever made,” she laughed, followed by a set of laughs from the others. “Let’s get you some cake, aaaand then you can go play with your cousins, or your big sissy; they’ve been asking for you since they got here,” Mommy teased, “just a popular little Princess,” she kissed me on the head. “Here you go Beth,” I heard Auntie Dana’s voice. I loved Auntie Dana, she was one of my first real babysitters, and I just…well…adored her. She was pretty, nice, amazing, and well, definitely out of my league. She was my Auntie, and though I may have harbored some of what you’d consider a “crush” way back when, things had definitely changed a bit, obviously. “Thanks Dana,” Mommy replied. “I can feed her if you want,” Auntie Dana told her, “I know that you’ve got a lot to tell everyone about.” “Ohh yes, if you don’t mind,” Mommy told her. “Over here with Auntie Dana, sweetie,” Auntie Dana patted the opening next to her. I obediently followed, but who wouldn’t want to be fed cake from their beautiful Auntie? I sat next to her, and she began feeding me, making small talk with everyone around her. She finally looked at me and smiled. “Jaclyn Claire, you have turned out to be one of the just most amazing little girls I’ve been around, I’m so sad that I don’t get to see you more,” she teased with an overexaggerated frown, “I know the girls both miss you too.” “I wuv you Auntie Dana,” I told her. “Ohhhh Auntie loves you too,” she smiled, putting me in a giant hug. As much anxiety as I had, things like this always made it subside. The hug was really tight! I think I got chocolate cake on everything but in my mouth; it was really all over the place. For something that should have been really simple, it had turned into quite a mess! “I have some wipes right here Dana,” I heard Mommy say, handing her a pack of wipes, “I think she managed to get everything dirty, even that pretty little dress of hers!” “This isn’t my first rodeo with this,” Auntie Dana laughed, wiping my face and hands, “I seem to remember a few times in the high chair with her back at home.” She finished, went back to holding me in a and looked at me, “Well little girl, we need to get you in something else, don’t we? I’m sure your Mommy has lots of cute little things we could dress you in right now, don’t you?” I’d wet my diaper in the midst of this; I was seemingly wet around the clock these days though, so I’m sure another diaper change was in order, done by someone in this little group. “I’ll go grab her something real quick, will you check her diaper too? She’s probably due for another one of those too, I’ll grab one,” I heard Mommy say. Soon I had yet another set of fingers checking my diaper, this time Auntie Dana. “Not like super wet, but probably could use a change, she has really sensitive skin doesn’t she?” Auntie Dana asked, looking at Mommy. “Oh yes, we’ve had some real problems with diaper rash with her, I’ll grab her a dry one when I’m upstairs.” We’ll be right here Beth, I’m getting in as many cuddles as I can, I don’t think it’ll leak between then and now” Auntie Dana laughed. “Just a little fountain,” I heard Auntie Becky say, “but a cute little fountain,” she smiled and winked at me. I still hadn’t wrapped my head around her marrying Mommy, but she was around so much anyway, I didn’t think that things could be THAT different. I snuggled in Auntie Dana’s lap for a little bit; I really missed her as my babysitter, she used to hold me like this a lot; it was uniquely her own. Pretty soon Mommy emerged holding a onesie, a changing pad, a few wipes, and a diaper. “Alrighty Princess, let’s get you all clean,” Mommy told me, “we might as well change your wet tushy while we’re at it.” I hadn’t thought about it happening down here; I was about to get an entire wardrobe change in front of a crowd of people, including my diaper. “Beth, I don’t mind doing it, after all, I kind of am partly responsible,” I heard Auntie Dana say. “It’s allll yours,” Mommy laughed, handing her the contents of her hands. “One second, let’s get Jac-y on the floor,” Auntie Dana told her. Soon I was on the floor; looking over, I saw my pink changing pad being laid down next to me. “Okay potty pants, let’s get you all clean and dry, shall we?” Auntie Dana looked at me, kind of pushing me towards the pad, as if I needed to take a hint. She popped a pacifier in my mouth for good measure. I went and assumed the position. I’d become so used to this, I don’t know what I’d do if I had anything happen otherwise. First my dress came off, and I was laying naked except for my diaper, and pretty soon, work started on that too. Some people looked, but others just went about their conversation as if a baby being changed in front of them was something that typically happened. It always blew my mind at how well this whole thing had gone. “Awww, did a certain little cutie make a mess in her panties?” I heard Samantha’s tell-tale teasing voice excitedly exclaim. Here I was, completely naked, Auntie Dana changing my wet diaper, and I looked up towards the source of her voice. There she was, standing there, beaming with delight, flanked by Rylie and Scarlett, who also seemed excited to see me, each featuring their own little exaggerated waves. Like I said, polar opposite things these days, life is stranger than fiction. Soon, I’d made eye contact with all three of them. “Hiiii Princess” the three of them spoke in a strange sort of unison. I really didn’t understand the mechanisms of how teenage girls operated, but I guess I’d never given it a ton of thought either. Maybe if Mommy ever let me get to that point, I would. Until then, they’d remain a mystery. I just kind of looked up at them, fairly sheepishly; I was in a fairly compromised situation. I just smiled a bit. “When she’s changed, you can have all the fun you want with her,” I heard Mommy say. I looked at Auntie Dana, “Don’t worry, we’ll get some snuggles in tonight,” she told me, “go have fun with your sissy, we’re almost done here.” She finished taping up my new diaper and putting the onesie on me, it was pink with a plaid pattern with a little ruffle around my bottom. It was cute I guess, definitely bougie, but Mommy was definitely a bougie Mommy. Auntie Dana snapped the onesie into place, and patted me on the bottom, “Go have fun with big sissy and her friends,” she smiled, “lots of fun.” “All dry AAAAND cute clothes? What a lucky little girl you are!” Samantha said, reaching for my hand, “let’s go play, okay? We need our princess fix, yes we do, yes we all do.” With that, I waddled off with Samantha and her friends. I was one of the girls I guess, and it felt amazing.

note: this is a sequel to Jaclyn’s Adventures in Diapers, Part I, found here: I. New Beginnings “Uggh, you sure are stinky, aren’t you? Well, I juuuust don’t mind cleaning your poopy little bottom though, no I don’t, because you are just soooo cute, Angel!” Leave it to Aunt Becky to always bring everything to reality. She was really good at that. Soon she had my diaper out from under my infantile dress and was ready to open it. She pulled out a handful of wipes and began meticulously popping the tapes. “Uhmm hmmm,” I squeal laughed through my pacifier, laughing as Aunt Becky began wiping me. Sure, I was poopy, but you know what? Aunt Becky really was funny. Her faces, demeanor, everything about her made me laugh when she changed my diapers. She really was a great babysitter. “Lift up sweetie.” I was laying on the floor, my little legs arched in an “A” above the ground, my poopy bottom in a diaper, on a changing pad. Thankfully, I wasn’t completely on the floor. I really didn’t want my diaper changed, but I had just pooped while the ceremony had apparently just started. Mommy didn’t want to miss her little girl’s big moment, but I really did stink a lot, and to the delight of many around us (I’d imagine), someone had volunteered to change my stinky panties. These days, I hated getting my diaper changed; it took away so much from what fun I was having. I wanted to be sitting with Mommy, poopy diaper and all, but apparently I was more adorable when I was clean. I think that’s what she thought anyway. Being an adult must be tough work. I never liked bathrooms in public places, even when I used them like normal, and this one was no different. They were so…impersonal. Not like the bright pink and prints all over my nursery; this bathroom could use one of those. It had that stereotypical smell when we first went in, but ever since my diaper was mercifully opened up, that smell had been reduced to one blotted out by an eyewatering stench of poop mixed with the strong scent of baby wipes. Being changed wasn’t that annoying to me at this moment though, there was fluorescent light gouging in was in my eyes was; the light bore down with a vengeful attitude. I was used to the diaper changes, as much as I complained about it taking away from my time, it meant I would soon be out of my pee- or poop-filled (usually both) diaper and into something fresh. This had been done so often over the course of my new life, that I’ve since lost count how many times it has. I’m just a little girl though, so my view of numbers goes to about 10 or 20 these days, depending on how I’m feeling. The biggest issue I had in this new place was the constant humidity. I absolutely hated it. It made the inside of my diaper feel constantly sweaty during this year, even in my usual summer attire of simply a t-shirt with a diaper and nothing more. Even as light as that was, I still sweat; the summertime was never a favorite time across my lifetimes, and this now was no different. Every morning when it got warmer, whatever mess was in my diaper was always seemingly accompanied by a mess of sweat. I had to admit, as much as I hated being changed lately, I did like the feeling of a clean bottom that wasn’t covered completely in sweat, urine, or poop, or a mix of the three. However fleeting it was these days, it still felt good. “Phewwwieee stinky girl!” Auntie Becky cheerfully said, “I could smell you from alllll the way down the bleachers, I’ll bet that stinky little didee has a lot in here for me today, don’t you?” she jokingly teased. I nodded, because that’s what I did these days; I didn’t have a lot to say, I was using fewer and fewer words and was most accustomed to pointing at things, blurting out a mis-represented one word answer, or just crying. Usually it was all three. Sometimes, like just now, I just nodded. It was an easy thing to do. “Let’s get you changed real quick, girly,” she told me, grabbing a diaper from the diaper bag, and grabbing up a stack wipes next to the changing pad. For this change, I also had an audience, my cousin Cassidy had joined Auntie Becky, for reasons I wasn’t altogether sure of. For her part though, she stood by Auntie Becky and made funny faces and noises at me while I went through this diaper change. “You really stink, such a stinky little girl, but don’t worry, I’ll have you allll cleaned up in a jiffy though, yes I will, yes I will, we’ve got a big day today,” she told me as I layed on the pad. Every day was a big day these days, wasn’t it? If it wasn’t melding from one day into another, it seemed like there were these “big important days” that would pop up; usually it involved my birthday, a visit to church, or some other family function that Mommy had signed us up for. My recollection on the day’s events were making this a relative unknown though, every day bled into the next, and besides, it’s not like I had any real say in what we were doing, right? I was the baby of the family and only along for the ride. Auntie Becky started peeling back the tabs of my sodden diaper, “phewww you stink,” she teased, and soon the tapes were off, with the weight of the diaper pushing the front forward with a distinctive plop onto the table. She pushed my legs back and moved the diaper out from underneath me, and began to clean, making silly remarks about my “stinky panties” the whole time she cleaned. She was very good at doing it; she’d gotten a lot of practice. “Ooo, you’re stinky today little girl, you’re so ‘tinky, it’s such a good thing you’re a little cutie patootie, yes it is, yes it is,” Auntie Becky teased as she undertook the unfortunateness of cleaning a poopy bottom, “we’re allllmost done though, and we’ll get to go see sissy cross the big stage! Won’t that be exciting? Ummhmmmm, it sure will, I’ll bet you’re so happy and proud of your big sissy!” She looked over, “Cassie, can you hand me a new diaper?” “Sure thing Becky,” Cassidy replied, grabbing a new diaper, and handing it to her, “pheww, she sure stinks, doesn’t she?” “It’s the solid foods Aunt Beth’s been giving her,” Aunty Becky smiled as she kept wiping my stinky and poop-covered bottom. I’d gotten used to these things, you know. Having my diaper changed while two older people (usually adults) conversed on while changing my diaper as if I wasn’t even there, or more likely, didn’t care to understand. I noticed that Cassidy had turned her crystal blue eyes onto me. She obviously took after her mother, who shared the same eyes. She was 12; her sister, Caitlyn, who was here but was back with our Mommies, was 9. “Ugh, doesn’t it get old Cuzzie, all that poopy all the time?” she teased, waving her hand in her face. I smiled, at least maybe it was funny? I don’t know, I like my cousin a lot. “Well, looks like I did my part,” Cassidy quipped, looking down on her phone, “such a happy little girl,” before casually speaking to Aunt Becky, “oh uh, Becky, do you mind if I go over with my friends?” Aunt Becky looked up from my diaper change, “Go ahead, I’ll let your Mom know where you went.” “Ughhhh, ok, thanks I guess,” she replied before looking at me, pivoting her demeanor, and kissing me on the forehead, “see you soon Cuzzie, can’t wait to play with you at the party tonight!” and skipped off to somewhere. Ugghhh, myself. A party? It probably wasn’t for me; my birthday party wasn’t for a while, I don’t think. If it had Cassidy there, I’m sure that I’d be the center of attention for several groups of teen and pre-teen girls, which I wasn’t that enthralled with, although such dotings had become commonplace. Samantha was popular and had a lot of friends, and even though I wasn’t the most conventional *baby*, Mommy in her infinite wisdom didn’t think it would be fair for Samantha to never have friends over, so there we were. It wasn’t too bad I guess; I wasn’t with them *all* the time, but there were times when Samantha would babysit and I would have my diaper changed in front of an audience that I wasn’t always thrilled about, but it is what it is. I’ve enjoyed the journey so far, and while it’s not my ideal thing to have changes so out in the open, I was a baby, right? Babies didn’t care where they got changed at, or who they got changed in front of, Exhibit 1000000 which was right here at the moment. I felt my diaper being pulled up and pressed down, and heard the tell-tale sounds of the tapes being popped on. “All done Princess, now shall we get your clean bottom back to the graddy?” Auntie Becky asked, somewhat rhetorically. I nodded, lying in wait. She got up to throw my used diaper away, then put the changing pad back in the diaper bag, and held her hand out, motioning me to grab it, “C’mon, grab Mommy’s hand,” she directed me in a sweetly-tinged pitch. I robotically put it in her larger hand, and soon felt it gripped around me. I was happy to be with Mommy Becky; as I’d mentioned before, she was someone I’d always had a crush on. Soon, we were out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway. It was fairly bland, full of dark bricks and looked something like Bowser’s Castle from Mario 3. Nothing too exciting I guess, at least not to me, maybe it was for some people. We passed a few people, and I got a few waves, maybe stares, I don’t know. I was an overgrown toddler, I looked a little out of place, but I didn’t think it was too out of place, if that made sense; these days I resembled more of an older elementary kid than an adult, but an older elementary kid in diapers still drew looks here and there. Not that I really minded I guess; the people I was around all the time either took it in stride or just treated me like my toddler self, and I often was too engrossed in it all to really care. Besides, Mommy told me I was a baby, my therapist told me I was a baby, and so did everyone else. Why should I care what a random person might have thought? Soon we made it down the maze of the hallway, opening up into the large gym at the school. I followed Auntie Becky’s lead, and soon we were on our way down the original row, my diapered butt bumping into people, who for their part, took it in stride. Maybe they were relieved it wasn’t a poopy bottom anymore, I don’t know, but I was greeted by smiles and half smiles. Soon we were back to where everyone was. There was Mommy, there was Auntie Claudia and Caitlyn, Mommy’s Mommy, my nana, was there, and so were a few others of Mommy’s closest friends, including Auntie Dana, who had flown out for this occasion. It was sad not going to her house anymore, but she visited fairly often, and we made use of FaceTime and the like. I guess I couldn’t complain. The spot was open next to Mommy, who patted the spot next to her. Auntie Becky led me over, plopping me between her and Mommy. “Did she give you any trouble?” Mommy looked over and asked, putting her arm around me in the process and holding me close. “No, just a stinky bottom, but nothing we’re not used to,” Auntie Becky laughed, before turning to look at me. “It sure is a good thing you’re in diapers, cutie,” she remarked, “it sure would be terrible to make those poopies in our poor panties every day, could YOU imagine the laundry?” getting a few chuckles from everyone around. “Where’s Cassidy? I thought she’d like to see her cousin,” Auntie Claudia inquired. “She…went with her friends? Said she’d catch up to you later, I was wrist deep in this little one’s poopies, so I couldn’t make too big of a fight,” Auntie Becky told her. “Ugh, that girl, I swear…” Auntie Claudia started. More talking went on to be sure, but for my part, I just kind of dazed off. I hated these sorts of things in my previous life anyway, and now that my status was pretty basic, I had even less of one now. Mommy opened the diaper bag and took out a bottle of her pumped milk and held it in my mouth while I cradled on her arm. My pacifier was more or less fairly rhythmic, and I was soon dazing off, trying to take in everything around us. Why couldn’t I have been like the other babies I’d seen with tablets? Mommy said something about those things “hurting my brain”, and I got regular toys instead. Mommy’s the boss, she knows best, after all. I just liked being cuddled on her with my bottle. It made me forget how hot this room could get. We’d been in here before; Mommy, as I’d mentioned, was a big sports fan, and we often went with her and Auntie Claudia’s family to basketball games here. I wasn’t completely unused to this place, but it never really stuck out, either. Was just a big room that seemed familiar, was all. After what seemed like an eternity of boredom, my ears suddenly perked up. “Samantha. Lynn. Porter.” That was my sissy! My big sissy! I knew that name! It made me so excited to see her. There was her name on the big screen above the floor! It was her! It made all this wait worth it. She “graduated” from something called “high school”. Hearing my big sister’s name made me jump a little; it at least got me out of my pacifier-induced haze. I looked down long enough to see it. Sure enough, there was my big sister, striding confidently across the stage, shaking hands and taking pictures. There was Mommy Beth beside me, taking lots of pictures and cheering with happiness. I clapped the best a baby girl like me could. A few others were around us too; mostly Mommy’s family. One thing was for sure, if the cheers were any indication, Samantha might have been one of the most popular people in the graduation, and there were a lot of big kids graduating! After that, the names went on and on. “P” was close to the end of the alphabet, at least I thought so, though that part of my mind was slipping a bit more lately; the names seemingly went on forever. I finished Mommy’s milk, and my mind dazed off, and I fell asleep, trying to escape the endless boredom of it all. Couldn’t we have just ended with Samantha? That’s why we were here! Didn’t everyone else already know that? If they didn’t, they should have. Even baby girls knew these things, you know? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the big kids down below us threw their caps in the air, and Mommy tapped my bottom. I stood up, and she swooped me into her arms; I instinctively wrapped my legs around Mommy’s big hips, and snuggled on her shoulder. The baby treatment that I’ve been undergoing has really made me “shrink” a bit, or at least it feels like it. I feel like I rarely walk anywhere anymore, between being on Mommy’s (or Auntie Claudia or another big adult) hip or in the stroller. I couldn’t complain. I used to really like walking around endlessly, but given my situation now, I couldn’t imagine doing the same thing again. I get to snuggle next to Mommy too, which has always been a plus. “Alright Princess, let’s go find sissy, and we’ll take a lot of great pictures!” Mommy beamed with excitement. She seemed really happy for today, but it seemed like she’d also been a bit sad lately. Samantha hadn’t chosen a college yet, and though there were a few great ones in the town nearby (I heard Mommy talking on the phone), Samantha’s grades were apparently really good, and she had a big choice of places where she could go, and she hadn’t chosen yet. I know Mommy really wanted her to stay close by, but so did I. We’d gotten really close over the last few years; I know I didn’t want her to leave. It took a while to really get in Samantha’s good graces. I’d say it took at least a full year of being around Samantha to finally feel like I was her “baby sister”; it felt more like a distant friend or just a babysitter until then. But we got close, we really did. I was taking bottles from Samantha now, she regularly changed my diapers, and I often got taken out by her and her friends when they’d go to the mall, and it was Samantha’s time to babysit. She’d evolved and become more accepting, allowing me to grow closer to her. I looked up to her now; she was my hero. I loved spending time with her. Us moving out here was a big transition, one that could have been really topsy turvy, but she was right there, helping Mommy out with everything, and mainly keeping me entertained throughout. She’d adjusted well here; we had our cousins here, and Samantha made friends easily, so it wasn’t the most terrible adjustment in the world. I felt like I was constantly surrounded by a tribe of women who really had their stuff together, and that feeling alone made me more secure in my current status. “JAC-Y!” I heard my sissy’s voice, “Awww, Mommy has you so beautiful today,” she was beaming at me, standing next to two of her friends, Rylie and Scarlett. They had become fast friends since we moved here, and those three were virtually inseparable. They played sports together, they went to the mall together, they did everything together. I liked them both a lot; they were always nice and always played with me when they came over. I was as much their little sister as I was Samantha’s, it seemed like. “SA-MANF-WA!” Mommy let me down, and I began running my little diapered butt over to Samantha’s wide open arms with open arms of my own, and we both embraced, her arms holding me extremely tight. I liked Rylie and Scarlett too, but that wasn’t who I was here to see. “Aww, huggies for big sissy, thank you so much Princess,” she swept me up and kissed me on the cheek with a barrage of exaggerated kisses. “She sure perked up when she heard your name,” Mommy laughed, “I think she cheered loudest of anyone.” “Is that true?” Samantha asked in an exaggerated tone, putting her hands on her hips, “were you just the loudiest baby girl there was?” “Uhmm hmmm”, I noted real matter-of-factly, somewhat confidently, eliciting laughs from everyone around us. “Hi Jaclynnnn!” Rylie and Scarlett both joined in, “you look so cute today!”, Rylie told me. “Well, let’s get some pictures now, shall we?” Auntie Claudia asked. We all stood for pictures then. Samantha took pics with Rylie and Scarlett, some with just Mommy, some with Mommy and me, some with Auntie Dana, some with Auntie Becky, and she took some with Auntie Claudia, Caitlyn, and Cassidy (who had reappeared), and she took some with all of us. Finally though, she looked over at me. “Ohhhh Jac-yyy,” she smiled, “will you come take a pic with your big sissy?” My eyes beamed. Of course I would! I toddled over to her, and we had a photo shoot. There was some of me standing next to Samantha, my hand in hers, several with me on her lap, and lastly, she had me up on her hip, just like Mommy liked to. I smiled in a few, and for the big finale, I kissed her right on the cheek with her giving a big smile, leading to a chorus of “awwws” from everyone. “Well we’ve got a party waiting at home to get started, shall we start heading over there?” Mommy asked. “Sounds great Mom,” Samantha told her, “did you bring the stroller?” “I sure did, it’s checked up front, I’ll grab it on the way out. Do you want a ride, or do you have plans?” “I’ll go with you, I’ve been missing seeing Jac-y’s cute little face all day, I’ll see everyone soon anyway,” Samantha smiled. We got to the front, and Mommy put in a tag for the stroller, which the attendant brought up really quickly. Mommy opened it up, and motioned for me to get in. I got in, and soon I was buckled, my diaper showing from beneath my cute little dress. “Alright, we’ll meet you all back at our place, sound good?” Mommy asked, almost rhetorically. We all went our separate ways; Mommy, Auntie Becky, Samantha, and I went out towards Mommy’s car, everyone else went to their respective vehicles, but all headed back to our house. We made it out to Mommy’s new vehicle, a Chevy Tahoe, which she’d recently upgraded to, I guess it had more room or something. I don’t know, even in my previous life I was never one for buying cars, nor did I care what really went into them. All I knew about this one was that it was really nice inside, I had a comfy car seat, and I could watch endless videos on demand that Mommy had deemed appropriate. We finally made it to the car. “Before we go, let me check something,” Mommy announced. She came over to undo the straps on my stroller; in doing so, she grabbed the front of my ever-poofy diaper, “ Yep, we’re going to need to change Jac-y before we go, she’s soaked.” What could I say? I went through diapers these days like Link goes through hearts. The worst part was, I didn’t notice. I’d constantly dribbled out pee throughout the day; it’s why I was in diapers, I suppose. While I waited in the stroller, Mommy opened the back door of the Tahoe, and put down one of the third row seats, setting my diaper bag down next to it, and taking my changing pad out of it and laying it on the flat part. “This shouldn’t take too long,” Mommy thought aloud, “alrighty Princess, up we go,” she sang cheerfully. I laid down, while Samantha and Auntie Becky flanked Mommy on either side, making play faces at me and teasing noises. “Didn’t we just change that diaper? You’re just a little fire hydrant, arent’cha?” Auntie Becky teased. “Princess Potty Pants, Princess Potty Pants, yes you sure are,” Samantha joined in. Pretty soon Mommy finished the job, putting the diaper in a plastic bag that she’d apparently throw away somewhere else. Mommy had changed so many of these over the years that it was a wonder they took any time at all. Pure efficiency mixed with pure love and pure joy, that’s all these were. Soon Mommy had me up and into my car seat, buckling me in. Samantha sat next to me across the aisle (we had captain’s chairs), and Auntie Becky sat up in the front next to Mommy. Pretty soon, we were all loaded up. “Samantha, that was an amazing ceremony,” Auntie Becky remarked, “you looked so beautiful up there today, I’m so happy I got to join in on it all!” “Thanks Becky,” Samantha smiled, “I was just happy to have all of you there!” Before we pulled off, Mommy looked at Aunt Becky, and they both looked at Samantha and I. “Girls, before we go, there’s something we need to discuss…”

V. Rebecca had her way with me the rest of the night, and we wound up doing things that I thought were previously unimaginable. I was tied up to posts, I got put over her knee, and I even got put in another diaper. For as vicious as she was with the other things, she really seemed to have a motherly quality about her when it came to the baby aspect of this…place. Gone was her strict and cold demeanor that came with the other experiences, and with this came a warm, comforting experience where she talked sweetly to me, cuddled me, and played with my under regions in the course of her changing my diapers. It was a real yin and yang type of deal, maybe she really liked the balance of it, I don’t know. In any case, the night I spent with her featured three orgasms, twice during diaper changes, and once during an episode with the strap-on, where I was nearly humped to death from behind, which resulted in exhaustion on my part, and cuddles and affection from her afterwards. I didn’t quite know what we were; this was the strangest first date I’d ever been on. As the night drew to a close, she took my now kinda-sorta-mostly dry pants and gave them back to me, and helped me get back to the look I had when I’d originally gone in. We walked by Carlee on our way out, who waved us good bye. As we left from this magical “play space”, as Rebecca called it, we found ourselves in a large deluge of rain. I didn’t have an umbrella, and she offered to drive me home. I lived a bit of a hike away, and I really didn’t feel like getting my clothes soaked, nor did I feel like being ice cold, so I agreed to the offer. She was parked a block or so away in a parking garage, and I was happy for the respite; the short trek in the rain was bad enough. Making it even more awkward, Rebecca had told me that she liked the way the diaper made my butt look, so she kept me in it after the time at Bound Together ended. I didn’t need it, but here I was with it still taped around my waist. We got to her car, and I have to say, it was quite nice. It looked to be a newer Ford Mustang and had all the markings of something that looked like it’d go fast, a set of white racing stripes basking on a color of dark blue. It looked like something I’d have had dreams over. I never had been in one, but I’d seen plenty. Now apparently was going to be that chance. “So feel free to stick your bag in the back, and have a seat up front,” she smiled and told me. Her demeanor from the play space had changed; she resembled the Rebecca from the office once again. I kind of heard her, but was still staring. “Hey, Earth to Chase, ARE YOU LISTENING?!?” she got a little heated. “Oh uh, sorry…your car, it’s so pretty,” I told her, “almost as pretty as you.” She smiled, “Awww, thanks baby, you know how to make a girl feel great!” “So what did you ask?” I questioned her. “Your bag, it can go in the back, have a seat up front and we can get out of here,” she told me, “but first….” I put my bag in the back, hearing the last of what she’d said. I sat down in the front seat where she was looking over at me, “Was there something else?” I asked. “Do you need your little diapey changed?” she smiled with an almost sadistic grin. “Oh, I got wet ffrom the rain, but nothing in here,” I smiled, patting my front. “Good boy,” she told me, “put your seatbelt on, and let’s head out.” I did as I was told, and we were soon on our way out of the parking garage. We headed down some streets that were familiar, but soon we were headed a different direction. After angling down a few streets, we finally stopped in front of a giant Target. I looked over at this new person in my life, rather perplexed. “What are we doing here? I thought you were taking me home,” I remarked to her. “Oh, I just needed to grab something here, why don’t you come in with me?” she asked with a sly toothy grin. I shrugged my shoulders and went in with her. She walked rather quickly, determined to get whatever it was that she was here to get. I admired her curves; her butt was so amazingly shaped. I had no idea what I’d done to be in a place like this with a girl like her, but as weird as this night had turned into, I wasn’t really going to complain at all; I felt lucky, I guess. Like an abandoned dog turning friendly at the first sight of a caring individual, I was in roughly the same position with Rebecca. I’d later figure that this was me falling into a trap, but at the time here, I was pretty much enjoying myself, which I guess looking back again, was probably what she’d meant to happen. In any case, as we wandered through the shelves, she finally found the aisle she was looking for and went down it, almost giddy with excitement and giggling to herself like she was really doing something she shouldn’t. I followed her and began looking around; these were…baby things. Before I could put any more thought into it all, she quickly came back and threw a package of something in my hands. “Here you go bayyyy-beee! Oh and don’t worry, my treat!” she giggled. I looked down at what she’d put in my hands; they were girl’s Goodnites! I didn’t need these, I didn’t wet the bed, nor did I wet my pants, other than that one time today at the play space. I looked around rather quickly to see if anyone else had seen or heard this exchange. Thankfully, it seemed to be just us on the corner of this store. My face turned pale; I was almost paralyzed with a combination of fear and near embarrassment. Rebecca, for her part, seemed to be greatly enjoying this, “OH BABY, they’re JUST DIAPERS!” she said in an exaggerated tone. This seemed to pique the interest of a few shoppers, each of whom gave us a few strange looks, and then went another direction. Crisis averted for now, I thought. As we walked, I pleaded with her that I didn’t need these. As we got up near the cash register, she finally pulled her coup de grace for the evening, “I don’t know why YOU are fighting ME on this,” she started, “I’m JUST doing it for YOUR own good!” I could see a smile, she was enjoying this, “MAYBE if YOU didn’t PEE your PANTS, we wouldn’t be HAVING THIS CONVERSATION” This drew the attention of everyone in the immediate area, which amounted to probably 10-15 shoppers. I didn’t know any of these people, but I’d be lying if I didn’t turn as red as that bullseye logo all over the store with embarrassment. She took the package out of my hands and put it on the register, where it seemingly took forever to move down to the cashier, who seemed to be stifling laughter at this whole scene. The cashier couldn’t have been more than 20, and looked like he might have been in the same year of college as myself. I felt like so much less than he was at this moment though, I could have disappeared and died with the whole embarrassment. For his part, though, he didn’t say anything, other than to tell Rebecca the total, and then bag the diapers up. As if to drive the point home as much as humanly possible, she handed me the bag. “I don’t know WHY I’d carry YOUR diapers,” she snickered, “I don’t need anyone thinking they’re for ME! I can use the potty, thank you very much.” She was enjoying this, really enjoying it. I felt helpless, but here I was, falling right into her hands and doing nothing about it. I never was one for standing up for myself; I’d typically slink away and live to fight another day. I guess I could have done the same thing here, but at the same time, I’d have to face her at work, and while I could quit work, what else was I going to do? I felt trapped, a captive audience to this ongoing treatment by Rebecca, my accidental date for the night. Why couldn’t the person I bumped into have been anyone else? So I carried out the bag of diapers that were now apparently mine. I didn’t know quite what to do with it. I had to pee too, which the anxiety of this whole ordeal had been prepping for. I could have fought it, I guess, but why should I have? To have another display of over-the-top chiding about the garments I was apparently stuck wearing tonight? I figured she was going to drop me off at home soon anyway, so I just went ahead and went in the diaper. That’s what it was supposed to be there for wasn’t it? It came out rather easily; I kind of, sort of had to concentrate, but the anxiety made it cross the finish line rather quickly. Soon, I felt hot liquid pouring out around me; it sure felt good. I didn’t mention anything, because again, I didn’t want a repeat performance of our little adventure in the store. Rebecca, for her part, didn’t say anything. It was dark out though, so maybe she just didn’t notice. Nothing seemed to get past her though, so if she noticed, she wasn’t saying anything. That was good, I guess. We finally made it back to her car, and she had me put “my diapers” in with my backpack in the backseat. “Oh, I hope you didn’t mind that in there, I was just havin’ a little fun with ya,” she smiled, “thanks for being a good sport baby.” I kind of blushed, but I was still loaded with embarrassment, “Oh uh, thanks, it’s no problem,” I lied. I was still in a bit of shock from it all. “Well you know me, I like to tease, and besides, this is so far away from anything, I doubt anyone knew you, or if they did, they probably are now embarrassed to say they did,” she laughed, “Don’t worry though, Mama Becky still likes ya,” she kissed me on the cheek, “even if you did pee your panties today.” I mean, I guess it was something, right? Here I thought I’d done something in a previous life to her, but now it seemed I was just entangled in one of her “love teases” or something, and “Mama Becky”? What was that about, I wondered. “Mama Becky?” I asked, almost laughing. “Yes?” she answered, “Oh, you meant the name, I’m sorry, still in play mode I guess,” she teased. “Oh ok,” I meekly responded. I wasn’t all the way sure with that answer, but it satisfied me enough, I guess. She did say she liked me, and she did kiss me on the cheek, so that was something right? I wasn’t going to complain at all, that’s for sure. As strange as it was, it seemed like I finally had a friend, possibly more for sure, but definitely a friend. Best of all too, it was Rebecca of all people. Though I was embarrassed, I was a little smitten. I liked the attention, I’m not going to lie. We’d just done a bunch of wild stuff at the play space, and now even though it seemed like I was her personal punching (or teasing) bag, it was something, I guess. We continued our drive home, and we finally stopped at a place that…wasn’t mine. Sensing my confusion I guess, Rebecca looked at me. “You know, it never dawned on me where you actually lived, so I just brought you over here; you can spend the night if you’d like,” she smiled. “What about work tomorrow?” I asked, “I don’t have any other clothes,” I whined a bit. “Oh, I can just call Beth and work it out with her; I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you coming in a little later, it’s your first few days and all, I think they want to break you in slow anyway,” she reassured me. Well, she was taking care of it, I guess, and that was something, right? As weird and as embarrassing as the night had been, I think deep down I didn’t really want it to end. What else was I going to do? Sit at home all night and replay it all in my head, or just sleep? At least here I had some company, at least that’s how I rationalized it to myself. “Ok, I’ll stay,” I told her. “Good boy, I figured you’d see it my way, don’t forget to grab your things from the back,” she cheerfully reminded me. “Oh yeah, those, how could I forget?” I tried to make a joke. No laughs were heard, so I guess it was pretty much a failure. “Was that supposed to be a funny? Did you try to make a funny for Becky?” she teased. “Oh uh sure,” I told her. “Well, you tried, I’ll give you that,” she smiled, “better than most ones babies try to do…oops!” she laughed. I just blushed. That’s all I could do. We got out of her car and walked up the steps to the door to her apartment. I wouldn’t have minded, but the once-hot pee in my diaper had turned cold, and really, quite itchy. I reached to itch, which Rebecca must have seen out of the corner of her eye as she unlocked the door. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you out of your diaper to go potty,” she teased, “it’s cute you’re making a little potty dance for me though, I have to admit.” I just looked at her, kind of blankly, “Oh ok,” I said nervously. “Why don’t you let me get my keys and purse put away, and I’ll take it off, those tapes can be a real pain sometimes,” she assured me. I wanted to protest, but like a lightning flash, she had gone, put her stuff away, and was now in the process of pulling down my pants. “WELL NOW!” she teased in an exaggerated voice, “I thought you said you didn’t need these?” she squeezed the front of the diaper that was engorged with urine. “Well, I..uh,” I started. “Well, it looks to me that you do actually need these, why didn’t you say anything? I’d have taken you potty,” she told me. “Well, I..uh…” I tried again. “Well nothing, I don’t think I can trust you on my furniture in here,” she told me, “So guess what? Those diapers? They were a joke originally, but now? Looks like you’re going to be in one for the night…we really can’t take the chance baby, we really can’t.” I wanted to cry at that point. I looked helpless, I felt helpless, and all I really could offer was a meek “OK.” “Great! I’m glad you see it my way, you’ll see how easy your life will become if you accept the fact that I’m ALWAYS right,” she joked. She patted me on my diapered bottom, and told me to go stand in the living room. I did as she requested, and she soon was gone from view. She popped back not too long later, carrying what looked like a pull-up, and some baby wipes, and a towel; she placed the towel down on the floor, and pointed at it. “Lay down here, I’ll take care of this real fast,” she curtly instructed. I wanted to protest, but before I could get anything of substance out, she took the lead again. “Look, it’ s getting late, I reallllly don’t want to have to be fighting you on this, you peed your diaper, and I’m going to change it, and we can get some sleep,” she told me. Fair enough I guess. Rather than fight it, I just kind of accepted it, and assumed the position, or the position I thought she’d want. She seemed to be satisfied, and began to work on changing my diaper. “Now look, I don’t really want to be doing this either, changing a diaper isn’t really what I’d want to be doing now either, but it needs to be done, ok? Just trust me and we’ll get this all done really quick,” she assured me. Like an expert of the art, she soon had the used diaper off, my bottom wiped, and had pulled out the pull-up, trying to stretch its sides in an almost playful manner. “Legs out honey, act like a little dancer for me!” she smiled. I put my legs forward and she slid the pull-up over my legs and up them, finally helping me up and pulling them the rest of the way up around my bottom and waist. Seemingly satisfied, she patted my butt. “No pants, tonight, ok? I need to check if you pee again, I don’t want pee-pee messies all over, you understand right? Oh, and let me take your shirt too, I’ll run it all through the wash tonight; I think it’s seen enough action for one day,” she smiled. “MMhmm,” I just kind of nodded. I’d just had another diaper change by my crush, and what else was I going to say? She walked over and helped me take my shirt off, and soon I was sitting on her couch in literally just a girl’s Goodnite. What a sight I must have been! “Good, that’s great,” she told me, smiling, obviously satisfied with the whole thing, “let’s watch TV? If you fall asleep, don’t worry, you can crash on the couch, I’ll cover you up with a blanket.” Sounded good I guess. Seemingly fixated on the blanket idea, she got up to get one, grabbed it, and unfurled it over me lap. She turned on the TV for me, before getting out to move again. “Now just wait here, ok? I need to go get rid of your pee-pee pants, and I’ll throw your clothes in the wash, I need to grab some stuff, anyway, and change out of my clothes, mmkay?” Didn’t sound bad, I thought. I nodded and she disappeared to the back of the apartment, and I was left on the couch, sitting in nothing but a diaper, watching TV. “Survivor” was on, so at least the programming was pretty solid, even if it seemingly followed the same pattern season after season. Soon, Rebecca re-emerged. She had changed out of her play space outfit, and was now wearing a blue PINK shirt and grey leggings. Her luscious boobs were sort of hanging there; it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I noticed she had something pink in her hand. “You look cold, you know, sitting in nothing but your panties there can’t be that comfy, so I decided to get you this shirt that my mom bought for me awhile back that wasn’t really my style, and well, I’ll be honest, I’m too shy to give it back, so I guess it’s yours for the night!” “But…pink?” I asked. “Hmmm, do you want to be cold?” she asked. She had a point I guess. I put my arms out, and soon she had it over my head. In what seemed to be one fell swoop, she had soon found her way next to me under the blanket and had put her arm around me holding me close. I looked down at the shirt; it was nothing to write home about, just an ordinary Roxy shirt; it seemed like it was right up Rebecca’s alley, I have no idea why she didn’t like it. “You know, it was really random tonight, yah?” she whispered in my ear, “But you know what? I think I really like you, I really like you a lot!” she kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks…I, uh, like you too,” I told her. “Even with all the teasing?” she smiled. “Yes, even with the teasing,” I blushed. “Aww I love how you blush, it sooo cute,” she told me, “I’ve got a treat for you, do you like treats?” My ears perked up a bit, “Yeah, I do, I love ‘em,” I said. I thought she was going to get us cupcakes or chocolate. “Well, then won’t you just be the happiest then!” she said in a overly happy voice. I wondered what she’d meant. Soon, I did. She smiled, and lifted up her shirt, revealing her ginormous boobs underneath, “Mama Becky has a present for her special little baby, yes she sure does!” I was a little dumbfounded, my head was kind of stuck in place. She noticed, I guess, and began to guide it towards her left boob, as if instructing me to suckle on it. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and cupped the large nipple in my mouth. “Mmmm, good baby, good baby, suckle for Mama, suckle for Mama Becky, there you go precious,” she patted me on the bottom as she spoke softly. My eyes grew tired; the rhythm of the suckling started to make me really relax. Any negativity began to disappear about the day. All I could think was happy thoughts, about Rebecca, the play space, even being put into and changed into new diapers. Quite frankly, if this was wrong, I most certainly didn’t want to be right.

A different plot line, absolutely. Kind of a Jaclyn multiverse lol.

IV. The whole entirety of my new situation hadn’t really set in yet. I was still in a rather unfamiliar place with someone I kinda, sorta, but really, truly, barely knew, and quite frankly, it kind of freaked me out. I mean, sure, this whole thing had really opened my formerly-sheltered self and shattered any illusions of innocence that I might have previously held; at the same time, that really scared the heck out of me. I didn’t know such carnal pleasures existed, and here I’d just watched my newest and biggest crush change the diaper of a grown man that was apparently accustomed to being treated as a baby girl. To top it all off, I’d just gotten a whisper in my ear reminding me of the not-so-delicate fact that I was now some sort of property possession of my said crush, which was cool and all, but equal parts terrifying. I didn’t know whether to be happy, sad, scared, or a mix of all three. I’d truly entered a new and unique stage in my life. Little did I know it at the time, but this was the beginning of the end of Chase and the beginning of the birth of Jaclyn. The anxiety had really crippled me. I was strangely turned on by the whole scene in front of me, but like I said, I was also a bit scared and nervous, maybe even a drop away from being utterly terrified. Like clockwork, my anxiety had reached across all instances of my body, and soon it began to grip my bladder, which felt like it had a neutron star of pressure built on it. I hadn’t used the bathroom in quite some time, and the unlimited fountain drink that I’d had with dinner was starting to rear its ugly head. Caffeine makes me pee, soda especially so, and though it wasn’t something I liked, it also wasn’t something that I’d altogether planned for. Though somewhat similar to the situation I’d experienced at the office earlier, this was different; I was basically a captive of my crush. “So you must have a lot of questions, yeah?” Rebecca looked at me, speaking almost rhetorically. “Oh uh yeah, lots of ‘em,” I told her, trying to negate the effects of the ever building pressure on my bladder. “Well let me show you around, then,” she smiled, taking me by the hand. She must have held some stature of importance of this place, because everyone looked at me like I was some sort of something; maybe they were looking at her, I don’t know. “I have to admit Chase, I didn’t picture you for this sort of place, you seem so…quiet and…sheltered,” Rebecca declared, “definitely didn’t seem to be your speed.” I confessed to her that I’d really thought this was just a place for people to get together for some sort of shared interests, like a collection of clubs. Whether it was the ridiculousness of that statement, or just the absurdity of that all, Rebecca burst out in laughter, as if to make my thoughts that much more insignificant. “Such innocence,” she smiled, “just like a newborn baby,” before continuing, “well, I guess you found the right place back here.” Before I could say anything, the pressure and everything else finally caught up to me, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I looked around. “Looks like someone is doing a pee-pee dance,” Rebecca chided with a click of her tongue, “yep, you’re definitely in the right place,” she teased. “Is…there…a…” I started. “A what? What are you looking for?” she asked in a feigned quizzical manner, “A potty?” “Yes! Is there one?” I asked. “Hmmm, does it say ‘POTTY’ in big letters over here?” she asked. “Uhm, erm..no?” I replied. “Not here then, is there?” she shot back. Finally, after looking around, I figured it’d be pointless and gave up the battle, soaking my pants in the process, rather severely I might add. It was dark though, so I was hoping that, if I could just get out of it, I could escape this whole situation. I couldn’t face Rebecca at work, though, so I made up my mind that I’d just leave, call in tomorrow, and quit. Maybe I could find a class or two to take this summer, and chalk all of this up to just one bad experience. I was wrong. Like an eagle eyeing its next prey, Rebecca noticed immediately that my squirming had stopped, and walked over to me, grabbing the front my pants. It was attention from her, I guess, close to what I’d hoped we’d do when we met, but under this circumstance? Not so much. “Tsk. Tsk. You have pee pants, yes you sure do; you know, big kids and big people, they can hold these things,” she once again chided, almost teasingly. Like a fly in a spider web, I was now hopelessly trapped. I tried to use it to my advantage to get out of this, I really did, but it felt like quicksand and the more that I tried to escape, the more helplessly I fell in. “Well, it’s probably time for me to leave, then,” I told her, to which she gave me an almost bewildered look. “Nice try, but let’s look at where you are. You have pee pants?” “Yes.” “Ok, and who pees in their pants?” “Babies?” “Ok, and what does it look like back here?” “A place for babies?” “Okay then, you tell me. You’ve got pee pants, and you’re in a baby room, so what do you think that tells me?” “That I’m a baby who has pee pants?” “YES!” she told me in an extremely exaggerated tone, “it tells me that you’re SOOO smart, you knew that this might happen, so you came back here for help, that sounds right, doesn’t it?” “Uh…” I started. “Why yes, it does Ms. Becky,” she told me, “that’s what you’re thinking, you just don’t want to admit it, do you?” “Well, n…” I tried to talk again. “Well, nothing, you’re clearly in need of a change of clothes, don’t you think?” she inquired. “Yes, I…” I mean, she wasn’t wrong. “Then nothing, let Ms. Becky take care of you just the way you need to be, don’t worry, Ms. Becky changes cute boy’s diapers all the time!” she smiled, heading to a back wall where there were a number of stacks of what I’d assume were diapers. I wanted to run. I should have run, but something was keeping me there. Deep down, there was a part of me that wanted to see where this went, and unfortunately for the rest of my anxiety-ridden self, it was winning that battle. So, crippled by curiosity, I stood there, wearing a pair of pee-soaked jeans while a girl that I’d met and had the hots for went to get a diaper to put me in. To think that I’d been proud of myself earlier for doing well to start my job. Such a strange turn of events. As I saw Rebecca go and get things off the wall for what would be the impending start of my journey in diapers, I didn’t know what to think. Things seemed like they’d slowed down to a halt, everything seemed in slow motion, and I didn’t know what to think. Like I said, I just kind of, sort of, stood there, waiting for what I guess I was destined to. Rebecca finally made it back, although it was not far. I noticed she was carrying a square, which I assumed was a diaper, and some wipes, plus some other things. She looked drop dead gorgeous carrying it, like a mom that had a fancy dinner interrupted by her hapless toddler’s need for a diaper change. I guess that made me the toddler in here; even if I told myself that it wasn’t, reality in here suggested otherwise. “Alright baby, let’s go get those pants changed,” she told me rather directly, although in a nice enough tone. She stuck out her hand and I grabbed it, and she led me to the area where there were changing tables, patting the top of one. “Up here cutie,” she told me, and as I climbed up, she patted me on the bottom as if to give me some sort of encouragement. My pants were getting colder by the second, and they were becoming sorta itchy, and really, I just wanted out of them. So in the name of convenience, I finished climbing to the top and laid down. Soon, I felt Rebecca’s strong fingers undoing my belt, and then the buttons, unbuttoning them and pulling them all the way off. “Wow, you sure did a number, did you drink an entire ocean?” she joked. I blushed. “Well, this is why you’re here, right?” she asked. It wasn’t; this had all happened by chance, and now it seemed like I had been here on purpose. I really wasn’t! I just wanted to make some new friends! Soon, my underwear followed, and soon after that, I felt something…hard. I jumped. As if this humiliation couldn’t get any worse, I’d now sported a hard on, right in Rebecca’s face. Not really the way I wanted to introduce that. “Ahaha, looks like someone’s a little excited to have their panties changed! Oh Chase, I had no idea this was your thing” she exclaimed, leading me down a path that I didn’t think I really was under any direction to follow. I was just excited to be naked for a pretty girl that was touching me, nothing else, but this whole thing…well it seemed to imply otherwise. “Well, I’ll have you know, you’re not the first to have that happen,” she teased, “we can take care of that though.” She took the wipe and wrapped it around my erect penis. The cold, it made me jump, once again causing Rebecca to laugh. “Ohhh, someone’s a little jumpy! Haha! It’s only a wet wipe baby, we have to do this to make sure you don’t get a rash, and you wouldn’t want one of those, would you?” Rebecca looked down on me, and began to pump it up and down, up and down. “Nuh, uh,” I told her, shaking my head. “Oh I didn’t think so, wouldn’t do well at work to explain why you’re itching down there, would it? Wouldn’t look good for anyone involved?” she told me, continuing to wipe me down all over. She had a point, I guess. I nodded. “Once again, it’s like reading a mind,” she smiled, continuing to wipe. Pretty soon, the pumping led to an explosion; Rebecca must have noticed, because she put the wipe up real fast, catching all my hot cummies coming out. “Oh, looks like someone got a *teensy* bit excited, didn’t they? Oh, that’s so cute, making cummies for me on our first change! You’re adorable, so absolutely adorable.” She smiled at me again, and went back to wiping, cleaning off my cummies before reaching down to my legs. I didn’t know what to think. It felt…really good, and well, I’d never done something like that in front of a girl before, much less an extremely pretty one like Rebecca. I felt somewhat comforted, even if this was an insanely odd situation. I felt sooo embarrassed, though; this wasn’t how I imagined my first encounter with Rebecca going, no, not at all. Her voice snapped me out of this malaise of thoughts. “Do you mind lifting for me? If not, I can help you,” she told me. I tried to lift, but it wasn’t cutting it, at least to her. “Well, let me do this real quick, you’re just not used to getting your diaper changed, are ya?” she asked. I shook my head no. Soon, I felt her hook her arm under my knees, pushing my legs up nearly to my face. “A lot stronger than I look, aren’t I?” she smiled, continuing to wipe my bottom. I guess she got a good vantage point this way. It did feel good to not be itchy though, even if it was a little cold. Finally, I think she was done wiping, as she had a small pile of used wipes. She walked over to throw them away, leaving me to lie naked on the table, except for my shirt. I looked around; there were other “babies” playing and such, and didn’t seem to be giving me a second thought. I really did feel like I was in some sort of day care. Felt strange, like I belonged here, even as much as I treid to continue to fight that nagging feeling. Rebecca finally walked back, although she wasn’t gone too long. “Alright, let’s get this warm and dryyy diapey on you, shall we?” she smiled, unfurling the square. It was white, covered in purple and pink hearts. A little girlish. “Lemme guess, you’re thinking, ‘Hey Ms. Becky, why the girl diaper?’, and well, I didn’t expect *you* to come around tonight, so all I have are some extras of a little girl I was sitting earlier who was about your size, and it’ll fit. We’ll have to get you some, won’t we?” I got a little chilled. I didn’t plan on coming back, I didn’t want to do this again, but it looked like I had things decided for me. She was so convincing, and so direct, that it was extremely hard to argue. The silence must have given her confirmation. “Oh I know, I’m right”, she smiled, putting the diaper’s back down in front of my butt, hooking my legs, and pushing me back up again, before letting me down on the diaper. She folded the front over my crotch, taking several tapes on the side and taping it snugly around my waist. “There we goooo, all cute and comfy!” she smiled, admiring the job that she’d done. I had to admit, it did feel nice. Very comfortable; it was extremely well padded. It was nice to be dry too. I nodded and smiled. “Happy baby! Happy baby! Ms. Becky loves a happy baby!” she smiled at me. As I got up, she stopped me, putting her hand on my chest, almost making me lay there. “Baby, you can’t be here and wearing something so…out of place, especially after you got your clothes all dirty and pee pee filled and stinky,” she told me, pretending to pinch her nose, “so I got you some stuff that’s more…appropriate.” Once again, it looked like girls’ clothes. It was..pink. Rebecca must have noticed my displeasure, “Again, it’s all there was, I didn’t make you come here and make pee pee in your panties,” she told me, “it’s the best I can do, and it’s what you’re going to do, OK?” She was very direct, and it seemed more like a command than a question. Reluctantly, I went along with it. Hopefully I’d be out of here soon. The shirt went over me, fitting my slight frame rather nicely. “PRINCESS POTTY PANTS” it said on the front in big purple letters with a white outline. It wasn’t lying, I guess. I did just have the Pacific Ocean come out of me into my pants. “There we go, all cute!” she told me, “Just between us, but you’d make an adooorrrrrable little girl, you sure would!” she smiled. I blushed with embarrassment. There was something comforting in a pretty girl that I had a crush on taking this much time out for attention on me, telling me I was adorable, or that I’d be adorable. It validated this whole thing in a way. On the other hand, this conflicted with my desire to be grown up, independent, and making my own decisions. I wanted Rebecca to like me for me, not for who I could be. The comments told me otherwise though…maybe this really was who I was. No, that’s not it, she’s just being Rebecca. I was confounded, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, so I just decided to go with it. “WAIT, one more thing,” she told me, “stay right there!” So I waited. She came back with a couple rubber bands. “You know, you have some cute hair, I want to try something.” I felt her pulling my hair in a few directions, and heard a few snaps. Finally she seemed happy with what she did, and was all smiles; she seemed very proud of herself. “Oh man, this is adorbs, completely adorbs,” she told me, “get up, let me show you.” I didn’t have pants on though, so I asked. “But Rebec…” I started. “Uh uh, that’s Msssss. Becky,” she told me. “Ms. Becky, I don’t have pants,” I told her. “Well, babies don’t need pants do they? Besides, this makes it easy to check if you need another change…I’ll let yours dry and when we go home, we can grab them, ok?” I wanted to protest, but I figured it would fall on deaf ears. So I got up, and followed after her. The diaper was fairly thick and it made me toddle around as I walked, almost in a strange sort of waddle. I wasn’t used to this, so it was a little, uh, I don’t know, different. Rebecca took me in front of a mirror that was set up and had me stand there. “There we go cutie, like I said, completely adorbs,” I saw her smile in the mirror. I looked back at myself, or what I’d been transformed into by Rebecca. I stood there looking every bit of the toddler girl that I was being treated as in this place. There was my pink shirt, cut low enough that you could see the diaper sticking out between my bare and fairly hairless legs. I looked at my face, my longish hair pulled back into two cute pigtails. I did look cute, I guess, but no…I couldn’t think that. I was something else! This wasn’t me, or maybe it was. Competing thoughts bounced in and out of my head. I felt Rebecca pat me on my bottom, “C’mon cutie pants, let’s go see what else there is in here, ok?” She reached for my hand and we headed out of the baby room. There were other rooms around, just what else did she have planned? I was excited and extremely nervous at the same time. My life was never going to be the same, I knew it. I was confused by it all, and a little humiliated and embarrassed. Worst of all though? I think I kind of liked it.

III As I felt the front of my pants growing warm, it brought back many a familiar feeling that I’d experienced ad nauseum when I was younger. I got nervous, put off a bunch of things, including the bathroom, and soon, It found its way from my severely underperforming bladder and into my pants. I’d gotten away from it the most part during college after leaving all of the negative distractions behind, but apparently it was raising its ugly head again. And on the first day of what I felt was an important internship, nonetheless. Things could never go right it seemed like; one step forward, ten steps backwards. Rather than wallow in the misery of my own situation though, I made a split second decision to jump up and head to the bathroom, trying to hold back the floodgates as much as possible. I hoped that it would hold, otherwise I’d have something embarrassing to explain on just a few hours on the job. I sprinted through like I was driving the Autobahn, weaving my way around people, carts, and everything else, before finally finding my holy grail of the moment, the men’s bathroom. I never thought I’d be so happy to find one, but here we were. I ran into a stall, quickly pulled my pants down and peed what seemed to be the Niagara Falls into the toilet. My bladder and my sanity never seemed so relaxed and relieved. I had a bit of a warm spot on the front, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. I’d worn dark jeans to work today, so it kind of blended in. Walking back to my desk feeling like the proudest person in the world, I was greeted by a gigantic presence standing near it. A red-headed one. Beth I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong; she looked a little concerned. “Everything ok there?” she asked. I nodded, “Uh yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Laughing, she told me of witnessing my run for the roses, “You looked like you were running an Olympic race there, I hadn’t seen anyone or anything move that fast since the last Summer Olympics,” she smiled. I was a little embarrassed, “Sorry you had to see that, just a bad bathroom break.” Why did I say that? I could have used anything else. “Well, maybe next time you should try to go potty more so we don’t have these office races,” she playfully chided. The term “potty” struck me as juvenile, but I was just running a sprint through the office; I wasn’t in any position to dispute her position, I guess. “Good idea,” I told her. All I had left at this point was to be agreeable. “So hopefully the work was going well?” she asked. “Oh yeah, of course, lemme show you what I was working on,” I told her, offering any distraction from what had become a rather embarrassing endeavor. I took out the files and showed all the work I’d done; it was quite impressive, but I fancied myself to be a wizard with the program, so I guess maybe it shouldn’t have. Besides the near pee pants, I having a great time so far. “This is really impressive; look at you! Hitting the ground sprinting the first day at work!” she praised me, while also adding a hint of tease. She was kind of fun, at least as a boss; was it always going to be like this? “Thank you!” I told her, I felt like I was moving places, even on this first day. “Don’t mention it, we’re happy you’re here; keep up the good work!” and she sauntered off. The rest of the day went fairly well; there were no other scares to particularly take note of. I was happy to get out for the day. The night hadn’t settled in, nor had sunset, so I was happy for the few hours of sunlight I had left during the day. As I walked out of the office, I first went and said goodbye to Beth, and finally headed out the door. The day was embarrassing enough; I didn’t want to particularly make any small talk. On my way to the last door, like so many bosses at the end of a video game, there sat Rebecca, who also seemed to be finishing things up. “See ya later Rebecca,” I told her. “Oh! You have a great day too, we’ll see you tomorrow!” she told me rather quickly. I figured I might have a chance to go run around with her now that she seemed to be on her way out as well. “Hey, uh, Rebecca…” I asked, my words wandering. “Yes?” she replied. “Do you want to go do something now that work’s over?” I asked. I took a shot, I guess, at least I could say that. “Well, you know, I’d love to, buuuut, I’ve got some stuff to go do tonight, something I’d been planning for a few weeks, not tryin’a blow you off or anything, cutie,” she told me. “Oh ok,” I meekly replied. I felt a little embarrassed at my poor attempt at being smooth. “But you know, you have my number, and it’s not like I’m going anywhere, this weekend? I’ll be free then, I promise, let’s make that a date, deal?” she was rather assertive, and almost driving the conversation. “Yeah, you know what? That sounds amazing,” I told her, “I’ll see you then, have a great night!” “You too cutie!” she told me, smiling. I wandered off. My thoughts were going a bunch of different directions, if I was being honest. She seemed to really like me, but she also called me names like “cutie”, something I’d heard my older cousins refer to kids they were babysitting. I hope she looked at me like I was in college; I was a little smallish for my age, sure, but I thought I had a lot to offer. In any case, I felt like I was a million dollars; I had a girl that liked me, an actual girl that liked me! I couldn’t believe it. I walked out onto the humid and hot street. The sun was bearing down, and I wanted to find a place to hide out from it. Heading back to my lowly apartment was definitely an option, but I wanted to go out and explore tonight. I’d spent the better part of my last year with my nose in books, and now that I was working without any expectations of homework, I finally felt like I had some freedom to go out and see things without feeling an academic sense of guilt about it all. There was a lot to see here; I headed to a bookstore first to find something to read; the magazines were always cheap entertainment, it was a bit of a refuge during the times when I was a teenager in suburbia. This was a bit of a refuge today, but I was actually enjoying myself instead of mercifully counting down the hours before I’d had to head back to my abuse-ridden home. The only thing I was battling tonight would be loneliness, so I figured a bit of wandering could be the cure for that. I found a few magazines about comic books and the latest action figures coming out; even though I was 18, I still was a kid at heart, and it was one of my life’s desires to collect as many Star Wars action figures in general. I had my few characters I liked, but I figured if I ever had enough time and money, I could set up a cool diorama or two. Same went for Lego sets; I could spend hours building those, either by instruction or my own creation. I was simple and easy to please. The time went by, and I figured I’d grab something to eat; there was something in the store here, but I wanted to get pizza or a burrito, which wasn’t on the menu. I reluctantly got up and headed out, hitting the bathroom on my way back out. I stepped outside and was greeted by what seemed to be a toned down heat, cooler temperatures, and that combination meant great walking weather, which meant even more time I could spend outside avoiding the void of loneliness that so often inhabited my studio apartment. I found a nearby pizza shop and ate alone, surrounded by my thoughts. The first day at work seemed to be pretty good, other than the near miss in my pants, something I vowed to not let happen again. I tried to get it out of my mind and not fixate on that sort of thing, as I was prone to do. My thoughts at this point were turned onto the pizza. It was fantastic; but who didn’t like pizza? Was there a better thing to eat when you needed something fast and good? I think not. I was impressed, but I always was. Maybe it was how sheltered I’d been, but I tried to look at the best with everything. I had a thing for food too, I liked all kinds, but this probably had something to do with basically being forced to eat the same thing over and over during my bounce a longs at my relatives’ homes. I no longer could stand the smell of fried food, I was really into trying to eat somewhat healthy, although I did cheat with pizza and burritos at times; but what cheats those would turn out to be! After dinner, I decided to go out and wander more, and I walked more aimlessly around the streets. There were all sorts of boutique shops with basically anything you could want to buy, whether it was clothes, shoes, purses, and even baby gear! It was like a designer paradise, which I’d found to be really cool, even if I didn’t even dabble in these sorts of things. I was fairly simple and straightforward; I’d wear the same pair of jeans for a week, and I rarely changed my underwear or socks. I wasn’t the most financially sound, so I often cut corners, particularly on my dress. I had no one to really impress, and besides, I’d blown the last of my cash surplus on a few sets of nice work clothes that I’d hoped would last all week. Eventually, something did catch my eye; it was a blue neon sign. It was almost welcoming but warning at the same time to keep out. In big letters, it said something like “BOUND TOGETHER” and there was a blue neon pair of handcuffs underneath it. There was a sign that said “new members welcome, inquire within” and that was that on an otherwise faceless door. Seemed harmless enough, I suppose, and to be honest, I had no reason to even inquire about such a thing. I had a hard enough time being a member of my clubs at school during the year, I didn’t know if I could add another one to that list. You only live once though, right? I decided to see what this whole thing was about, so I carelessly went inside. It was ordinary enough; it was a fairly listless room with all the ambiance of a bad funeral home lobby. Instead of a grey haired guy standing by the podium though, there was a woman sitting behind a desk. She had raven hair, eyes of blue steel, and was dressed somewhat professionally with a blouse and a wavy top. Our eyes met, and I got a shudder as it seemed like she was merely peering through the deep crevasses of my soul. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Uh…I’m here to ask about membership?” I replied rather clumsily. “Ah! You saw the sign! Do you feel like you’d be a fit here at Bound Together?” she asked rather directly. “I mean, sure, I guess? I’m new to the area, and this whole city scene in general, and well, I think it’d be great to meet new people,” I replied. “Fantastic! You’re into scenes and meeting people! This is the right place then! You’ll find a very welcoming environment here, I can assure you,” she assured me. I was a dumb sheltered kid. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but I just kind of went along with it anyway. I took this to be some sort of athletic club, or some sort of place to discuss books, or something like that, maybe play video games, that had to be it, right? At the time, I didn’t realize “scene” meant something completely different in the context of this place. “Yeah, that sounds great, how do I join?” I asked. “Well, let me get you the right forms,” she told me, “I’m Carlee, by the way,” she informed me. “Oh cool, I’m Chase, it’s nice to meet you,” I told her. Carlee handed me a short little paper, “Just fill out your name and address here, don’t worry, we don’t sell the information, it stays encrypted here, you know, so prying eyes don’t know.” I thought it was a little strange for a meetup place, but I went with it anyway. I filled it out, and then paid the requisite $20 membership fee that lasted annually. Apparently, I couldn’t go to the bar here, but I was free to do anything else; I had to wait for bar access until I was 21. “Well, you’re all set to go, there’s a room in there for basically everyone,” she told me, “have fun and enjoy!” “Thanks Carlee, thanks for everything!” I told her. “Don’t mention it,” she said as I wandered into the next room, completely unprepared for what was about to greet me. I walked into the next door, and the dimly lit got even more dimly lit. There was a bar with neon signs around it, and seemingly large number of people, all dressed very, um, uniquely. My mind exploded at the possibilities, I was overwhelmed with it all, but I still found myself very, uh, entranced? There were women leading men around on leashes, people dressed up in different outfits, some dressed in animal costumes, and just all sorts of crazy things. I couldn’t comprehend it all. It all seemed so incredibly natural to me, something that made me feel almost at home, a sense of belonging almost. In all honesty, it blew my sheltered little brain, and though I was the furthest thing from closed minded, I didn’t quite know what to think of it all. “You look a little lost there boy-o,” I heard a male voice, “do you want some company?” I turned around and saw a man dressed with a mask that looked like Bane from Batman on. “Ah, no, but you know, I was just looking around, something more…carefree?” I told the man. “Oh, you might want to check out the area around the back then,” he told me, “it might be just right for what you’re looking for, your stature too,” and then he wandered off. Seemed helpful, I guess. I walked towards the back, passing several rooms. Looking in, I saw small crowds watching whatever was going on. I decided to go in one, and I guess there was something I’d never seen, like ever, didn’t comprehend. There was a woman dressed in a leather outfit that looked like one of Padme Amidala’s Episode I outfits, wearing a rubber penis and putting it into…a man’s backside. The woman shouted rather violent things over and over, and the man moaned in pleasure. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t; something kind of turned me on about the whole experience. I sat and watched it until its climactic end, when the man must have gotten what he wanted and passed out. It looked like something I’d watched with two cows back home. It shattered my whole belief system. I had no idea about sex, and here I think I’d fallen into a Harvard education on all of it. I left that room and went to another, where I watched three women have what I assumed was carnal pleasure with each other. Another room featured a man feeding one of the people in animal costumes like a pet. It just about blew my mind, if it didn’t cross that edge already. I felt how the first cavepeople who discovered fire must have felt, even if I didn’t quite understand it all. I just kind of looked around in awe. I kept looking for what the helpful guy had told me, but I didn’t see anything yet that I thought he might. None of this looked carefree; it looked like there was a lot going on. Finally, I made it to the back; there was a sign that said “Adult Nursery”, whatever that meant. Was it for plants? I didn’t know. It seemed harmless enough. I was an adult, and I liked plants, so if this was a plant growing club, well, I might have found my place in the sun. Unfortunately for that desire, there weren’t plants, though there were adults. I’d never seen such a thing before, it looked like a giant daycare center. There were cribs, toys, stuffed animals, chairs, and even, changing tables? Was this to drop off the kids? Nope, looking around confirmed it. There were adults, like I said, but they didn’t look like adults, nor were they dressed like them. They were dressed like…babies. Diapers and everything. I was strangely entranced, although I still wasn’t sure what to think. In one corner, a woman dressed like an adult was changing another woman’s diaper, talking to her like she was a baby. There were others being read a story book by someone who looked like Nanny from Muppet Babies, at least what I imagined. They did all look carefree, though. Maybe this was the place. “Quite a place, isn’t it?” I heard a voice, “Are you here to watch, or participate?” a familiar voice asked me. That voice, I could have sworn I’d heard it before. I turned around, my eyes turning the size of silver dollars. It was….Rebecca? She blushed, seemingly flustered, “Chase?!” “Rebecca?” “It’s Ms. Becky here, but I’ll let it slide.” It was her, in all of her glory, I guess. She was dressed to impress, she had on a black dress with thin lace straps, black leather boots, and a set of black gloves going halfway up her forearm. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she had dark eye shadow on. She looked like a superhero, at least an underworld one. “I uh…” I started. Shit, I was really caught here. My crush was here, and here I was like some sort of pervert staring in the various rooms. What would she think of me now? “Well! I didn’t know this was your type of thing, otherwise I’d have invited you,’ she told me, “why didn’t you tell Ms. Becky? Hmm? Why didn’t you?” I stammered, “I don’t know, I really came here by accident!” I blurted out. ‘Mmmhmmm, that’s what they all say, are you hiding from someone? You can tell Ms. Becky,” she snickered. “No, not at all, I had no idea what this place was, I just wanted to make friends,” I told her. Her eyes kind of lit up, “well, we can fix that real quick,” she told me. “Sounds great, can you show me around?” I asked, kind of feeling on the edge of comfortability. “Sure cutie, just let me change a diaper real quick, and we can get started, follow me?” it was more of a direction than a question, but I went along with it anyway. We walked over to a corner where there was a man, probably in his thirties, sitting sucking on a pacifier. He had on a giant pink version of a baby onesie, his longer hair was in pigtails; and was surrounded by a smell that wasn’t-so-great. “Hi Princess!” I heard Rebecca say, “it smells like someone needs their diaper changed!” The large baby blushed and nodded. “Let’s get to it, then shall we?” Rebecca told the big baby, walking over and grabbing changing supplies; I guess that’s what they were. It looked like something my aunt had done for my cousins. She pulled out a giant pad and had the baby lie down, and began work on the stinky and really gross garment. “Oh so Celeste, this is Chase, he’s new here,” Rebecca non-chalantly started while changing the diaper, “Can you say hi?” “Haii” was all the big baby said, it was kind of blurred out by the pacifier. I just kind of meekly waved; this was all something else. The smell of the poop was overpowering; my nose wrinkled. Rebecca must have seen it, and laughed. “Oh don’t worry, you get used to this sort of thing pretty quickly,” she told me as she wiped the big baby’s bottom. Pretty soon, she was done, wrapped the diaper up and taped a new one up, buttoning the clothes the baby had on. She patted the baby’s bottom and wished them well. She soon got up with the rolled up diaper and went to throw it away. I followed like a lost puppy dog. “Was that a…” I asked. “Oh yes, Celeste is one of our biggest babies here, and a definite favorite of mine,” her eyes twinkled, “she’s been coming here as part of an attitude adjustment that has seen her regress a bit in life. At times, she’s a man, a big strong attorney, but this place allows her to really come and be who she truly is, away from all that nasty limelight.” “Wow,” was all I could really say. “Oh you’ll find it’s quite relaxing, at least that’s what all the babies say, I wouldn’t know completely for sure, I’ve never been in that position,” she smiled. “Well I’d…” I started. “There’ll be time for lots of things, you’re a new member yeah?” she asked. I nodded. “Well great then! Let me show you around, and maybe we can get started with something, find something you might be comfortable with, at least to start?” Before I could protest, I felt pushed down a path that I wasn’t all the way sure of, but most of me felt helpless to even fight it. I just kind of rolled with it. Rebecca stood a little taller than me with her boots on. She was drop dead sexy, a true goddess, at least in my eyes. Her eyes pierced my soul as we walked and she showed me the different places; apparently she’d been a regular at this place for quite some time, as everyone knew her, men, women, everyone. As we got to the edge of the nursery again, she looked over at me. “Oh Chase?” she asked. “Yes?” I responded. She came real close and put her mouth on my ear. I could hear her calm breathing and could feel the warmness of her breath. “You’re mine,” she whispered chillingly into my ear, “and there’s not a single thing you can do about it.” My heart dropped a bit, but I felt strangely turned on. What in the world did I just get myself into?

So you may remember Jaclyn’s Journey (found in Completed Stories). It was my first try at writing a story, and while I liked it, re-reading it, I think it could have been better. This, more or less then, is a reboot of that story, since reboots are all the rage these days. It takes a somewhat similar, but also very different series of events. I didn’t like the sequel, found it to be much too bland and static. The first part should seem familiar, since that’s always been the way I wanted it to begin and end…the rest though will be much different. I always felt like the Rebecca relationship could be a centerpiece and was a missed opportunity in the original. Now, you’ll see my vision of that come to life. I hope you’ll all enjoy! I. “Wake up baby girl, today’s your big day,” a sing-song voice floated me awake, “it’s your 2nd birthday, and there’s so much to do with such a short amount of time! This is such a big day for you, hon, Mommy is juuuust so excited!” I groggily awoke, taking in my surroundings. I lay in state in a large crib with sky scraping white bars. My room was decorated in a flowery motif with pink and white stripes, and a giant “Princess Jaclyn” hung from wooden letters above a closet. There were a few dressers, including a larger table with diapering supplies slinked on the top shelf. Next to my crib was a red haired woman with sultry looks...I was so lucky to belong to her... I was snapped out of my daze by the drawl of the red head. “Cmon baby, you are really wet, Mommy Beth needs to change your icky panties, your guests are going to be here soon!” Mommy Beth? Guests? A birthday party? I casually sucked on my pink pacifier, taking this all in for another day in a row. Mommy Beth took me out of my crib, led me to the changing table on the corner and began to change my diaper...everything came flowing back to me as I regained my footing for the daytime...it had been a long time, given the simple complexities of each day, I had begun to lose track, but I could not forget how it had all started and how I had gotten to this point...this was yet another “second” in a row. As I had my legs raised and my diaper slipped under me, I began to daydream off in my own space. I was put into a white sundress decorated with large splotches of pink polka dots. I had tights on over my legs and diaper, Mary Jane shoes, and, to top the look off, Mommy put my hair into cute pig tails with little pink bows. My thick diaper held serve underneath, obvious to anyone who saw me waddling. I held Mommy’s hand in a bit of a death grip; even though I’d been in this state for the better part of a decade plus, I was still modest. Mommy always told me that “Babies don’t care who sees them, you’re only there to be cute and cuddly,” but I still got worried about it. To help with this, Mommy always gave me a binky to suck on, just to help ease my nerves. Today’s was my favorite, it was purple with Rarity from My Little Pony on it. It was my recent favorite show, I really believe in Friendship bring magic, plus Mommy got me all the dolls. As we walked down the stairs, I was amazed at the sight that welcomed me; Mommy had really gone all out for this birthday. Even though I’d seemingly had a perpetual 2nd birthday each year dating back awhile, I always had to give it to Mommy, she really made it special every year. This year was no different. The living room was adorned with balloons and streamers in pink, white, and purple, all with this year’s My Little Pony theme. I wet my diaper a little just in the ensuing excitement. There was a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACLYN!” in big block letters strung in several places around the room. The tables had My Little Pony all over it. I was overwhelmed at the beauty of the whole setup, I really had the best Mommy in the world. “Mommy!” I exclaimed, “You made this sooo pwetty, fank you!” I spoke, my binky blocking my voice. Mommy wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. “Of course Princess, you know how much Mommy loves you?” “A wot”, I spoke. “Mmmmmhmmm, and you are just the prettiest little princess either!” Mommy beamed with delight. “Now hon, your guests will be here soon, let’s go over to the couch and I’ll give you some lunch before they get here,” Mommy mentioned, motioning me to our plush leather couch, “and ooo they’re going to be just sooo excited to spend your happy day with you, little Princess Pie!” I was excited; if this were like any of my previous parties, I’d get to see Aunt Claudia and her girls, Nana and Papa, some of Mommy’s work friends, and maybe some friends from day care. Most of all, I was most excited to see my older sister Samantha, who’d been away at college, but who Mommy said would be making a special trip for this; we’d even put off the party until the weekend to accommodate her dates, she was always so busy. Presents! I also couldn’t stop thinking about those either, I’m sure it would be another wonderful haul. I followed Mommy over, and climbed on her lap, my legs draped across it. Mommy took my binky out and unbuttoned her blouse, then clipped open the nursing bra that sat across her breasts. I moved quickly, beginning to suckle as she supported my head in one arm, and patting my bottom rhythmically with the other. My eyes closed a bit as the warm milk came flowing into my mouth, and my mind went back again to how I found myself in this wonderful woman’s grasp. I think I heard the door knock, but I was too on to Mommy’s milk to notice, or care. Besides, here I was, just a girl drinking her Mommy’s milk. Everyone visiting knew the drill anyway; we’d all known each other a long time. I began to daydream again, wetting my diaper as I relaxed...Mommy was so wonderful...the thoughts in my head merged into one.... As I snuggled on Mommy’s lap suckling the warm milkies from her luscious booby, my thoughts were interrupted by an all-too familiar rumbling in my tummy; it was all too often that this happened when I was on Mommy’s milk. I didn’t stop suckling because it was all going to go into the diaper anyway, and besides, I didn’t want to get up just yet because I was just so comfy in Mommy’s lap and on her boobs at the moment “Mmmmm,” I somewhat audibly uttered, my protest somewhat timid, before grunting loudly and slowly pushing out the warm and sticky mess into the seat of my already wet diaper. Mommy stopped stroking my hair; she knew something was amiss. The stench of my mess began to waft up to both of our noses; as much as Mommy had tried to mitigate the smell, it still never was pleasant. “Baby girl, did you just do what I think you did?” Mommy asked me directly, taking me off her boob to look at me. It was a rhetorical question, we both knew the answer. I looked at her meekly; all I could do was nod sheepishly. I’d been in countless poopy diapers over the years, and although I’d become somewhat numb to it all, having gone through the motions as much as I had during the time, I still felt embarrassed every time I did it. Mommy sighed. “Well hon, we’re going to have to get you changed before the guests arrive, I thought your didee could have held up for a lot longer, I guess you had other plans, but that’s ok, because you’re just sooo cute, even when you’re poopy!” Mommy then sat me up, and had me sit on the couch while she went and got my diapering supplies. A few minutes later, Mommy reappeared, this time armed with a new diaper, wipes, and a changing pad. “Let’s just get you cleaned up here, Princess,” Mommy went on, “you know the drill.” I got up and waddled with my poop-filled diaper to where Mommy was kneeling; I instinctively and obediently layed down and assumed the position. Mommy pulled down my tights and lifted the bottom of my dress up. “Wouldn’t want to get this all grossy before your party, would we?” Mommy asked. I shook my head in agreement. Mommy opened my diaper, fully exposing my poopy bottom to the world, and unleashing the smell on the whole room. Mommy, for her part, started to laugh. “Honey, you did a number on this, it’s a good thing your party hasn’t started, or you’d have ended it by this smell,” she said teasingly. Just then, the door began to knock. Before I could object, Mommy called out, “You can come in!” I began blushing, but as if Mommy could read my thoughts, she interjected. “Hon, I can’t keep people waiting outside because you don’t want to have them see your poopy bottom getting clean. It’s not like anyone here has never seen it before. “ Fair point, I supposed. Most of the people coming to the party had, at some point, the honors of changing one of my dirty diapers before, or had bore witness to it on one occasion or the other; it’s not like they were complete strangers. Before I could get any last bits of objection out, my plans were thwarted by the door opening. I did wonder who it was, and I was really hoping for Samantha. When I saw who it was, I was still excited; it was Aunt Claudia and my cousins! She came in with a few boxes wrapped in pretty paper. She was the spitting image of her sister, although they had different hair colors, but was a radiant beauty nonetheless. She was followed by my two cousins who brought several more. I looked up at Auntie Claudia, smiling, even in my pretty naked, poop-covered state. For their credit, they took it in stride; it was something they were pretty used to by now, and something they’d seen quite a few times. Aunt Claudia and the girls generally watched me when Mommy was working, and as a result, had changed me quite a few times, so this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them “Aww, is the birthday girl being a little stinky for her Mommy?” Claudia asked, bending down and playfully holding her nose. “Hey sis,” Mommy smiled, “we’re just finishing here, your niece decided to give back and give her Mommy a present on her birthday,” she said laughingly, “you’ve got a really excited little girl to see you, she’s been asking for you all week!” As I looked up at Claudia, and my cousins Caitlin and Cassidy,I couldn’t help but feel loved. Both girls were chronologically younger than me in physical age, but were much older from a mental standpoint, and I had never been looked at by them as anything other than their baby cousin Jaclyn. They were always so kind and loving, I always felt entirely lucky that I had landed in this family that I now called my own. The cool wipe from Mommy’s dirty job reached deep in the crack of my bottom and up the delicate regions of my smoothly-shaved kitten (as Mommy lovingly referred to it as), and before long, Mommy had me clean, lifting up my bottom for a fresh diaper, and was pulling up my tights. She then popped my paci back in my mouth and started to clean up. Mommy got up to put everything away, and I ran over and jumped in Aunt Claudia’s lap. I gave her a giant hug, and then gave baby hugs and kisses to each of my cousins. “Tank you fow comin!” I spoke up, entirely overwhelmed by excitement, running over and hugging both of my cousins and my aunt. “Of course little Princess, we wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Caitlin replied. “Do you want us to take you up to your room to play before everyone else gets here?” Cassidy asked, motioning her hand towards mine. Mommy returned, overhearing this, and I looked up at her. “That is such a great idea Cassidy, why don’t you and your sister take Princess Poopy Pants upstairs to play, which I’m sure she’ll adore, and I can finish arranging the rest of the decorations with your mom,” Mommy answered. I was bursting with excitement. “Yay! Pomies!” I squealed behind my pacifier. I took Caitlin and Cassidy’s hand and walked upstairs with them. I was really the luckiest girl in the world. Playing with my cousins was one of my favorite pastimes that I currently had going. Being regressed to the level of a baby meant that there were a lot of things that I used to do (or be able to do) that no longer existed or were permitted. As Mommy eloquently put it, “babies are to be cute and quiet, not ugly and loud.” I was ok with that, because even though I had admittedly lost a lot (given it up really), I’d also gained quite a bit in regard to what my desires had driven me to. Was it a case of being careful what I wished for? Absolutely, but in all honesty, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Caitlin and Cassidy were high school aged, separated by a mere 18 months. Even though I was technically “older” than them both, they, in all reality had surpassed me mentally a long time ago. We’d known each other running a decade, and over that decade, we’d gotten close, having a lot of fun times with both them and Samantha, my older sister. They were usually Mommy’s go-to sitters when she was at work and Aunt Claudia was occupied with her own work or social life. From a young age, they were involved with helping the adults feed, change, and other activities with “the baby”. They both were spitting images of their mom; it seemed to be a genetic thing that all of the women in the family looked alike. I was the outlier for obvious reasons, but was well-loved and never treated any differently. For that, I was extremely grateful. Today, I was super excited to play My Little Pony with the two of them. I’d probably made them watch Friendship is Magic more times than they’d care for, but to their credit, they always humored me with it. Mommy had gotten me the complete set; I was truly a spoiled princess, but I never let it go to my head. We reached the door to my nursery, Caitlin in front holding one hand, Cassidy bringing up the back holding my other. We went and sat down on the beanbag collection in the corner; it also happened to be where my toy chest was. Sitting on a beanbag in a diaper is definitely a uniquely great feeling; it’s like having two pillows under your butt. Mommy made sure to get thicker diapers for “my big messies”, and it definitely made things, like beanbags, a different feeling than they had been in my previous life. It all seemed so far away when I used to take bong rips on a beanbag, and my only interaction with them now was playing ponies with my cousins. It was different, there really was no freedom to speak of, but you know what? I loved every bit of this all. “Cuzzy wuzzy, what are we going to play today? “ Cassidy inquired. “Wawity! I wan Wawity!” I yelped, pointing to my beloved Rarity doll on the corner of my dresser. Caitlin walked over and grabbed it, while also grabbing a Rainbow Dash for herself and a Fluttershy for Cassidy. “Here you go cutie pie,” she handed it to me, brandishing a smile. “So pretty pants, are you excited for today? I heard SAMANTHA is coming..the three of us may have a surprise for your little tushie!” Cassidy started laughing. I wondered what it was, dribbling a little pee into my thirsty and waiting diaper while I did so. “Wha is it Caffidy?” I inquired, “Caitwin?” They both laughed, “It’s a surprise Jacy, you’ll just have to wait and see! It wouldn’t be a surprise if either of us told!” Caitlin spoke up. I raised my hands out, “Huggy?” “OFFFF COURRRRSE” they both laughed. They both came close and we all huddled close in a group hug. I felt so loved. We continued playing upstairs; there was noise downstairs that made it sound like more guests had arrived. We didn’t stop for a long time, having a grand adventure in Ponyville solving a friendship mystery. The girls were great story tellers and we had a blast. Finally we were interrupted by Aunt Claudia, who arrived into the room amidst a cacophony of laughter over some silly adventure taking place between the three of us. “Girls, I hate to break this up, but everyone’s almost here, and they want to see the baby too! Do you mind bringing her down? We are going to be getting started soon!” “Of course Mom, we’ll get this picked up and bring the baby down when we’re done, it shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.” Cassidy spoke up. The baby. That was me. I’d heard it a million times, but it never got old. It truly brought a blissful feeling to my little self. I couldn’t wait to see everyone else and see what the older girls had planned. It was going to be a special day for sure. I sat on the floor of my nursery while Cassidy and Caitlin hurriedly moved about the room, putting away my toys. After they were done, Cassidy walked over and hiked up my dress. “Now little girl, everyone is almost here, let’s check your didee before we take you downstairs; we wouldn’t want a wet little Princess before her big party, would we?” Cassidy looked so much like Aunt Claudia and had her motherly quality, it was uncanny. She and Caitlin had changed me plenty of times before, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. And, I was wet, having gone a few times since my last poopy mess, so, it probably was necessary. At this point, I had zero (if any control) and constantly dribbled in my diapers, whether I knew I was going or not. Even when I’d knowingly flooded my diapers, they were still probably significantly wet by the time that flooding came around; I needed changed around the clock like a newborn basically, a testament to Mommy Beth’s diaper training techniques over the years. I didn’t mind, it was what I wanted. “No Caffuhdy,” I replied with a lispy response from behind my binky. “Good girl, I knew you’d see if my way, let’s check you then!” Cassidy exclaimed happily. She kept my dress hiked up, pulled down my tights, and squeezed the front of my diaper, then stuck two fingers inside. “Mmmhmmm, just what I expected, you were just so excited to be playing with your favorite cousins that it just happened, huh Princess?” “Yettthhhh,” I replied, almost giggling. “It’s ok little Princess, we know babies can’t help where they go, that’s why you have such cute little didees!” Caitlin added, teasingly playing with my hair. “Well little girl, your Mommy wouldn’t want a wet girl, and you wouldn’t want to have to stop having a fun time together with everyone to get a silly diaper change, so head up to your changing table, and we’ll get you all clean!” Cassidy laughed. She helped me up to the top of my table, taking out a new pink diaper, wipes, powder, and everything to make me clean. She carefully slid down my tights, unveiling an already-soaked diaper. I knew that I’d gone, but I didn’t realize I’d gone as much as I did. Good thing I had a diaper on, I thought. Cassidy made quick work of my diaper, whisking up my skinny legs, pulling out the used ones, wiping me, lifting me up again and putting a new one under me, taping it all back up. Before she pulled my tights back up, she handed my used diaper to Caitlin to throw away. “See Caity, not just the birthday girl gets presents today! I get to do a change, you get a peepee diaper!” She laughed. Caitlin took it in stride, laughing all the while. By the time she had tossed it in my diaper genie, my change was done and I was all dressed up. “Awwwright baby girl, it’s party time!” They both exclaimed in unison. They both grabbed my hand, and we headed down to the party, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. We walked down the stairs, my hand each in one of my cousin’s. I’d been so excited for this day to come, it was hard to believe another year had come and gone at this wonderful place. As I came down the stairs, I heard voices. Familiar ones. They were laughing and carrying on like it was completely normal to be at yet another birthday that had a never-changing number. About the only thing that changed at these parties were my dirty diapers, and I was perfectly fine with that. In any case, Mommy and Auntie Claudia had done an amazing job on the final decorations, the day was going to be perfect. The room was full of love; I saw my Mommy, Becky, Auntie Claudia, Mommy’s friends Meg, Rachael, and Dana (who basically were my Aunties anyway). There were a few friends from daycare that I played with regularly, as well as Dana’s two daughters who seemingly had been my playmates forever, even if they now were older than me. It all seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Everyone was there. Except Samantha. Where was she? Mommy said she would! Where was she? My infantile emotions began to get the best of me, and I began to cry. Soon it broke into an all-out drainage of tears. I couldn’t stop them. “WHEA...IS....SAMANTHWAAA????” I could hardly be consoled. I wiggled myself out of my cousins’ hands, threw myself down, kicking my legs up and down; luckily, my diaper broke my fall. Mommy rushed over, I think halfway embarrassed, but mostly in a consoling manner. She took me and held me close. “Honey, it’s ok, it’s ok, she’s going to be here a little later, she’s getting your present ready, shhhh it’s ok Hon, it’s ok, everybody’s here, they’re all so happy to see you, please don’t cry...” she kissed me on the forehead. I felt a little better. I’d been missing Samantha so much, I’d felt abandoned by her since she went off to college. I just hoped she would be here, Cassidy and Cait said the three of them did have something. My tears subsided at that happy thought. Besides, a lot of great people were here, and well, I needed to be a good little girl. It was my party, and I could cry if I wanted to, but Samantha would be here, she had to be. I grabbed Mommy’s hand and stayed close. I’d just embarrassed myself crying about something that probably shouldn’t have been cried about, but I just felt like I needed my Mommy at that moment. Her hand holding mine gave me all the security I needed. As we went from guest to guest, I was so happy I was hers, she had truly given me a most wonderful life. My journey to being Mommy Beth’s baby girl had started some time before. I was fully conscious now and as my wet diaper was mercifully changed into something dry, I looked at my Mommy’s radiant smile, sucked on my pacifier and began to daze back onto how it had all began... II. So, you might be wondering how I wound up where I currently sat in my padded infantile state. Well, it’s a long story, and it was a long descent; I’ll be here to narrate it the best I can. Even if I have the current faculties of a two-year old toddler, I can still remember the whole series of events like they happened yesterday. My memories may change, I may push out a lot of my previous life in favor of my new one, but I’ll never forget how I got to be Mommy Beth’s darling baby girl. I was taken by surprise, not too happy at first, but in all reality, it was something I ultimately learned not only to live with, but also to love my new role in life. Let’s begin with how it all started. Long before I became Mommy’s darling little baby girl, I had been a successful college student. Rather than doing what most people my age were doing, namely partying, drugs, and probably wild sex, my studiousness led me to choose a different route, that being a summer internship at some company that I’d applied to on a whim. I guess I’d landed it with a heart wrenching essay I’d submitted about my neglect-filled upbringing, at least according to the feedback I’d gotten after I’d been offered the internship. The lady who’d recruited me said this was an opportunity for a “new lease on life”, whatever that meant. In any case, it was a really exciting time in my life. I felt like a success for the first time in ages, motivated by an Everest-sized chip on my shoulder that had been set up by an entire host of doubters who constantly told me what a screwup I was going to become. I was an only child, and I’d lost my parents as a teenager to a terrible drunken driving accident that I was party to while riding in the backseat of their car. This led me to bounce around my relatives’ homes from time to time, and finally out of their eternal pessimism to finally attend college on my own, with a vow to never look back or to have anything to do with anyone. I was a bit of a loner, but that added a series of flexibility to my life that made me want to take chances and see what the world had to offer. Best of all? I finally moved to the city, out away from the strange stayed shackles of suburbia that had seemingly held me back for seemingly eternity. Yes, today was the beginning of a new day, as you could probably say. The internship was starting, and I’d hoped that it would lead to something more successful in my life, at least out of the doldrums that I’d found myself in before college. Internships like this seemingly led to stones being turned over both immediately and in the future, and I was certainly excited for what the future would hold after this summer’s work was completed. The internship was located in the same city that I found myself in, and ultimately, it seemed to fit like a glove. As I mentioned earlier, I was lured by promises of a “family environment” and something that resembled a “new lease on life”. The only drawback that I had was that the car accident that I’d been in had given me extreme anxiety issues, which manifested as panic attacks, and with that, I often found myself wetting my pants in an uncontrollable manner. As I’d moved out of my relatives’ houses, those seemed to subside, but they unfortunately would rear their ugly head from time to time. For the most part though, I had it under check for the most part. My new internship made me a bit nervous, but these sorts of things were typical; I could see it possibly becoming a problem, but I hoped that it wouldn’t. Before college, I’d worn Pull-Ups from time to time, especially to bed, which is when those things happened generally. There were daytime things too, but through my various life events, I’d cut back on those issues considerably. I hoped that they wouldn’t happen at work, I didn’t think that it would, but it was something that happened in the back of my head. My intern position was just that, an “intern”. I had an interest in accounting and finance, and this played into it. The internship had something to do with logistical operations, and played right into my wheelhouse, featuring a heavy dose of Microsoft Excel, as well as several other applications that I found interesting and useful. Outside of that, the rest of it was fairly vague, other than saying it would provide a “structured work environment”, as well as some modicum of “support”. I was inquisitive by nature, so the generalities of it made me fairly interested. I figured I could “learn on the job” and succeed that way. We’d see how it went, I figured. I had found the company’s offices, at least where I assumed they were, and I walked through to a main desk, where I was to get a temporary ID badge. After checking in at the deak, and getting into a relatively faceless elevator, those assumptions were solidified when I saw the name for the company on the elevator. As the elevator climbed the structure, my anxiety set in. I had no idea what to expect; I thought it would go well, but at the same time, new things like this, especially with complete strangers, always led me to have a knot in my stomach. The elevator finally opened up, revealing a glass entry way with the company’s logo on the background in well-lit, very impactful large lettering. Beneath that sign, sat a desk with a fairly attractive young woman, likely in her early-to-mid 20s, manning the desk. She looked up at me as I stepped onto the floor, her emotionless expression suddenly turning into a smile. She was very attractive; she had dark hair and light eyes, and a beautiful radiance that really reverberated from her smile. If there was something that was love at first sight, this might have been it; I felt drawn to her presence, like our spirits had collided after billions of dimensions apart. Maybe this wouldn’t be such an anxiety-inducing experience, after all. Disarmed by the smile, I stuck my hand up in an awkward wave, and all I could do was say “Hi.” “Hi there! Can I help you today?” the light eyed beauty asked. Almost stuttering, I finally spoke, “Uh, I’m a new intern, I was supposed to start today, so I guess I’m just here.” I awkwardly stumbled through the conversation. I was never good with words, especially around someone that I found attractive. Today was no different; in fact, it seemed exponentially so. “Oh, so your name is ‘Here’, huh? Well lemme look…Nope! There’s no one named ‘Here’ that I’m supposed to check in,” she told me, somewhat sarcastically, although playfully so. I awkwardly laughed. I hadn’t had someone do this before, at least not in a long time. “My name is Chase,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that.” “AH! You’re Chase! I see that name here! You ARE in the right place, then,” she told me. I liked this girl, I liked her a lot. “You’re name is…” I started. “Rebecca, but most people call me Becky,” she told me, “I’m kind of the gatekeeper here, if you couldn’t tell.” “Uhh, nice to meet you too!” I awkwardly sputtered. I didn’t come across as the most smooth; it was easy to see why I’d never really dated before. “Not much for words,” she started, “maybe we can fix that this summer,” she smiled. “Yeah, absolutely,” was all I could respond. Like I said, I was never much of a wordsmith, especially so with attractive members of the opposite sex. I found the whole office to be quite an aesthetically pleasing place. There was a fountain on the wall behind Rebecca’s desk, with a cascade of water going down the wall. It must have been a relatively new setup, at the very least, it was incredibly modern. There was a lot of glass and a lot of nice offices all around. Very nice place, I thought, I always had a fascination with water, though, so maybe I’d have thought that about any place with a waterfall in it. Still, it wssn’t something I’d ever come across before; I felt like a stone age citizen looking at fire for the first time. “Well, even though you’re talking my ear off,” she told me sarcastically, “who were you here to see today? Do you know who you’ll be interning with?” “Uhhh…” was about all I could say. Damn me and my crush-ed up thought process. “That brain is hard at work thinking, I see,” she laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll check…” “Ahh, I see here, you’re with Beth! She’s amazing, really amazing, I think you’ll like working with her. Wait one sec and I’ll ring her up.” “Thanks,” was all I could say. “Don’t mention it baby,” she told me, causing me to blush. As I waited, my thoughts went a million places. The wait seemed like an eternity, and my anxiety spiked. Besides sometimes peeing my pants when this happened, I also had a tendency to just blurt something out, which happened here. “Uh hey..uh Rebecca?” I asked. “Yes?” she looked at me. “I’m kind of new to the city”, I stretched the truth of course, as I’d been going to school here,”would you uh…like to go do something this weekend?” She looked at me quizzically, which turned into a smile, “Aww, you’re so cute,” she teased, “Yes, of course I would, let me give you my number, call me later,” she smiled, writing a number down on a piece of paper and handing it to me. My anxiety lifted, at least for the short-term being. I felt like I’d been gifted a diamond encrusted tray of gold and platinum bars, the luckiest person in the universe at that juncture. Short-term gains I guess, right? My jovial thought process was soon interrupted by the sound of a door opening up behind me. I saw Rebecca look up and once again turn to a smile. I turned the same direction; meeting my glance was a woman who seemed quite taller than me. She stood about 6’3’ with an athletic build. She had flaming red hair pulled back in a ponytail, with crystal blue eyes. She wore a very professional set of clothing, with white shoes, a grey top, and a black business skirt. From her looks, she appeared to be in her late 30s-early 40s. She was stunningly looking, well-built with an impressive stature. What was in the water at this place? Did the waterfalls here have special powers. I wondered if this was… “Beth! Hello! How are you today?” Rebecca asked. “Hi Becky, doing fine, yourself?” the gargantuan beauty asked. “Just great! I’ve met the new intern, this is Chase,” she introduced me. “Well, hello Chase, I’m Beth, it’s very nice to meet you, I believe we spoke on the phone a little while back?” Did we? The voice did seem familiar. I decided to just roll with it. “Yes! I think we did,” I spoke rather quickly. My anxiety grew again, but I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because this woman towered over me. I was never what you’d consider an average height, much less a tall person. I stook about 5’7’, maybe 5’6’ or 5’5’ without my shoes on. I didn’t want to have anxiety, but I always seemed to have it when meeting new people, or in situations like this. “Well, it’s nice to finally put a face to all of it,” Beth chuckled, “why don’t I show you around?” I nodded in agreement, “Sounds good to me.” “Come on ahead and follow me then,” Beth instructed, rather directly, before turning to Rebecca, “See you later Becky, have fun out here, but not too much fun!” “Oh of course not, you know how it is,” Rebecca smiled, before looking at me, “Byyyye Chase, it was so nice to meet you, talk soon!” I blushed a bit, “Bye Rebecca, and most definitely!” Like I said, I was hardly a wordsmith. We finally walked through the frosted doors and onto the office floor. Beth must have noticed my blush. “I see you and Becky have made fast friends,” she laughed, ‘Becky has that sort of effect on everyone, we’re really lucky to have her, I’m sure you two will get to know each other fairly well,” she told me. It seemed a bit puzzling, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Still, I just kind of nodded in agreement, “She seems really nice,” I said. “Oh she is, she most definitely is, I like to pat myself on the back for hiring her out of college a few years ago, she’s been a wonder here,” Beth told me, before continuing, “now lets see the rest of the office, shall we?” We walked through the doors, and like I said, it was pretty impressive and modern. There was a lot of glass and a lot of nice offices all around. We snaked through the floor, going through several sets of doors before we finally reached a set of what appeared to be the main offices. “Now this is my office,” Beth told me, “I’ll probably have you working a lot in here and all over the place, though, I’ll introduce you to everyone,” Beth told me. It was spacious, full of light, and reeked with power. The office was full of statues, diplomas, and anything else. There was a light hue over everything; the back of the office was a giant window that looked forth over the other accompanying skyscrapers around the area. As she explained everything going on and around, another woman walked in. She wore a maroon blouse with a grey skirt. Her hair was dark brown and tied up in a bun, and she had incredibly striking eyes. She wore dark framed glasses and looked like she could have been a librarian in a previous life. “Beth! Who is this?” the woman asked, somewhat rhetorically. Whatever rigidity she initially projected melted off immediately with her somewhat happy, warm, and welcoming tone. “Oh! this is Chase, he’s our new intern this summer,” Beth kind of nudged me forward, “Chase, this is Megan, she’s one of our best financial wizards here, you’ll probably learn a lot from her too this summer” almost complimentary. “Oh Chase, I’ve heard so much about you, Beth has raved about you to me so much!” Megan told me, sticking her hand out to shake my hand. “Nice to meet you too,” I told Megan, it was all I could muster. Like I said, I wasn’t much for words, especially in these sorts of things. Well, I have a bunch of stuff of my own to do,” Megan told us, “it was sure nice to meet you though, I had to come over and introduce myself,” she told me, before heading out to leave. As she left, I found myself alone with Beth once again. It was an odd setup, I thought; there seemed to be only women working at this place, except for me. I hadn’t seen any other men around here, besides me, but who knew. I hadn’t worked in these sorts of things before, so maybe this was the norm. To be completely honest, I’d always felt more comfortable around women than men anyway, so maybe this wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As Megan left, Beth began chatting me up again, “Take a seat, let’s fill you in on what you’ll be doing this summer, I’m sure you’re probably curious.” I nodded, and she continued. “I was going to have you working with Brian, our head of marketing, but he’s been sent across the country for the rest of the month, so I’m going to have you working here as my assistant for the time being. I haven’t been able to find one of my liking and given your aptitude in college and your life’s experiences, I think you might be a natural fit.” I wondered what, if any experience I’d be getting now. I imagined a personal assistant to be something of a glorified secretary, and I think that was Rebecca’s job. “Does this mean I’ll just be answering phones all day?” I meekly asked. “Oh no, this means you’ll get to sit in on all of my important meetings, and yeah, you’ll probably be answering phones a lot but there’s a ton of great things you’ll get to have experience in too,” Beth reassured me. Sounded good I guess. I figured some experience was better than no experience, and who was I kidding? This wasn’t like I’d graduated at the top of my class from an Ivy League school and was doing this; I was just going after my first year, after all. I shouldn’t carry unrealistic expectations, though it was generally a fault of mine. “So let me take you over to your workspace,” Beth told me before chauffeuring me over to a nearby desk that was nearby her office. It was a pretty modern desk with a nice leather rolling chair behind it; in many respects, it was pretty much a blank canvas. I liked it, it made me feel important in a strange sort of way, I guess. Beth continued, “Feel free to decorate it how you like, re-arrange things and put them in places where it’s going to be easiest for you to work during the day, I have no set standards.” Sounded good, I guess. As much as a stumbler I was with words, I liked to decorate and make stuff my own. I didn’t have a chance to do it much growing up, it was something I’d been working at when I went off to college. Blank canvases were the best sort of canvases, that was my philosophy. “I’ve got some stuff for you to start organizing, do you know Microsoft Excel?” Beth asked me. “I do quite a bit, actually,” I told her, “it’s probably my favorite computer program.” “Well that’s fan-tastic! I’ll be bringing over a company laptop and you can start putting things in. It should be a bit of trial and error, so be sure to bring over your progress to me and I’ll get you straightened out if you get lost. Sound good?” “Yeah, that works.” She brought over a set of files, and I started to try and get my brain wrapped around them. There were quite a few, I’d have to figure out organizing them and then figuring out how to put them onto the Excel file I was going to start. I figured Beth would correct me if I did anything terribly outlandish, so I wasn’t too worried there. I should have been worried about other things though, things going on inside of me. I was so nervous about making a first impression that I had neglected to use the bathroom at all, choosing instead to keep up on my work. After a bit, I’d finally hit a groove, and was moving steady through the files when the pressure on my bladder hit a crazy fever pitch. I should have gone, I should have taken a break; I don’t think anyone would have cared. Pretty soon, I felt the front of my pants grow warm; what ever was I going to do?

Im very flattered at your request, but I’m not interested in widespread usage at this point outside of here, if that changes, I’ll let you know.

Thanks! I can assure you that you’ll see more of Rebecca in the next editions. This is more or less an introduction to Jaclyn’s world, there’ll be a lot more about the characters introduced, plus new ones as well. Rebecca in her short time became my favorite character, she’ll feature heavily, you haven’t seen the last of her. Thanks for reading!

***Present-Day*** (Epilogue) As I stared up at the ceiling, getting prepped for another diaper change at my party, I couldn’t help but think that this had been such a long and strange journey. I sucked my pacifier intensely as I took in the whole scene around me; they were all here for my “2nd birthday”; life really was stranger than fiction. As much as I’d been regressed, I still maintained a lot of my faculties in understanding what was going on around me. Even though I’d “progressed” to a level that was appropriate to a 2-year-old, Mommy and the rest of my “care team” deemed it fit for me to stay there on an indefinite hold. Mommy had tried potty training me, but I couldn’t get it out of my head that I enjoyed pottying in my pants too much to move into underwear, so I just kind of stayed here. At some point, Mommy decided that I was happy where I was, and because my happiness was so important for her, she just kept the treatment up. No one objected, treating it as completely normal, and here is where I ultimately found myself, in an endless stream of 2nd birthdays. As I layed looking up at the ceiling, my pants coming down, my thoughts were interrupted; I heard a familiar voice. “Happy Birthday, baby sisterrrr!” That voice, it could only belong to one person! It was Samantha! She finally came! I looked in the direction, further confirming my ecstatic suspicions: there was the mini-me of Mommy that I’d come to adore as my big sister after all of these years. “A-manthwa!” I smiled super happily, my bottom popping up, to a surprised Mommy, who hadn’t quite started the diaper change “Hold on there sweetie, Mommy needs to get a clean di-dee on you,” Mommy laughed. “Mom, I can take care of it,” Samantha said, kneeling down, “I’ve missed this little cutie soooo much!” “Whatever floats your boat,” Mommy said laughing, then getting up and handing Samantha a clean diaper, “have fun!” Samantha kneeled down, setting the diaper down and grabbing a few wipes out of the packet next to her. I was beyond excited; if there was anyone I was closer to than Mommy, it might have been Samantha. We’d had a rocky and awkward start, but she was my best friend now, well, as best of friends a 2 and a 20-something could be. “Oh Jac-y, your cousins and I picked out a grrrreat present for you! I can’t wait for you to see it!” Samantha told me as she went through the process of my diaper change. Just as methodical as her mom usually was, she wiped my bottom and my girly areas and had my bottom up and a new diaper taped around it rather quickly, all while treating happily it like it was the first time she’d done it. Pulling up my leggings, she helped me up and patted my bottom, “All done little sister, let’s go open your presents!”, I took her hand and let her lead while she used the other to carry my used diaper to throw it away in a nearby garbage can. “Guess what? It’s present time, aren’t you just the most excited little girl?” Samantha sweetly sung. “Pwesents good ‘Amanfwa”, I lisped back, clutching her hand, which held mine in a fairly strong grip. “Oh yes sister, did YOU know that *I* love presents too?” She asked me like it was the first time I could comprehend something of the sort. I nodded accordingly, following her lead into the living room. The room was filled by everyone; Mommy was sitting by a large pile of presents and a cake. She patted the couch, and Samantha let go of my hand, and instinctually, I toddled in Mommy’s direction, ultimately parking my diapered bottom on her lap, with Samantha coming and sitting next to us. “Oh my gosh, what a cute picture!” Auntie Dana exclaimed. “Aren’t you all just the most adorable family?” Auntie Claudia asked, almost rhetorically. Almost on cue, the two of them had their phones out, taking turns snapping pictures of our smiling faces in front of the cake and Mt. Present. The cake itself was beautiful; it was a “My Little Pony” cake emblazoned with “Happy Birthday Jaclyn” across it. The cake had layers with a rainbow on top, each layer looked like a diorama of sorts, complete with a pony figurine. In my previous life, I’d loved art, and probably would have admired this design in some way. Now? Cake sounded yummy, I went right for the chocolate-y goodness that I knew would be inside, and soon began destroying the cake. More photo opportunities came from this spectacle, with everyone laughing. “Woah-oh, save some for the rest of us baby girl,” Mommy laughed, “you’re gonna make your pretty little outfit all dirty!” Pretty soon, my hands and face were covered in chocolate cake; I think I had more on me than I’d probably eaten. It was a sight to behold, and more pictures were taken. Mommy started cleaning me up with baby wipes (there was a reason she left a package in every room, I guess), and soon announced it was time to open presents. I sat back in her lap, and Samantha brought me presents, which I dutifully opened one by one. I’d finally gone through them all, and I looked around for more. Cassidy told me there was a big one coming. I didn’t see any; it didn’t look like there were any else, and finally Samantha spoke up. “Little sister, your cousins and I got you a really special surprise, do you wanna see it?” I nodded enthusiastically; what little girl didn’t love presents? Apparently big girls like Samantha did too, she’d told me after all. “Well, come with me then,” she stood up, putting her hand out. I looked up at a grinning Mommy, who nodded at me to go. I took and held on to Samantha’s hand as she, Cassidy, and Caitlyn were finally ready to unveil my “great surprise. They led me to the garage, all was about to be revealed. The door opened, and I squealed in toddler delight when I saw it. I couldn’t believe it. It was a car. Not just ant cat either, it was a pink Land Rover, and most importantly to me, it was all mine. I waddled over opened the door and jumped in the front seat, grinning from ear to ear from behind my pacifier. “I big giwl! I big wike Mommy and ‘Amanfwa!” “Oh yes you are Princess! You get your own car now to drive around like Mommy and Samantha!” Cassidy smiled. “Sister smiles!” Samantha instructed cheerfully, snapping photos with her cell phone while I cheerfully smiled back. After taking what probably amounted to 10 rolls of film, Samantha walked over and turned the plastic ignition switch, the 12V battery made a whirring noise, and I hit the “gas”, lurching the plastic vehicle forward. “Looks like the battery is charged,” Caitlyn laughed, “don’t waste it in one place, little cousin!” I drove the car in a circle, squealing with happiness and sprinkling pee into my diaper, my big sister and cousins cheering me on. I had a birthday for the ages, surrounded by my most favorite people. It was an incredibly awesome feeling. That night, as I was changed into my night diaper by Mommy, she looked down at me. “Did you just have the best birthday ever, Princess?” I nodded. “What was your favorite?” “Big giwl car, ‘Amanfwa,” I lisped behind my pacifier. “Aww, I’m so happy she’s here too, and that present she and your cousins picked out was so adorable too, I know she was excited to get it for you, they all were.” Mommy continued, “I know these things really mean the world to your sister, especially since she’s moved out. She’s going to be up here in a few minutes to kiss you goodnight.” I couldn’t help but have a warm feeling inside, I felt like a hole in my being had been filled by these random strangers I met on an Internet chat room over a decade ago. It seemed like a completely different lifetime. Mommy finished putting my new diaper on and getting me dressed for bed, before putting her arms around me. “How about some birthday cuddles and num-nums from Mommy, would you like that?” I nodded. Mommy picked me up, put me on her hip and moved to the rocking chair by my crib. She put me across her and unclipped her bra. I latched on and began suckling rhythmically; she cradled my head as support. The rhythm had its intended effect, as I began to nod off, a trickle of pee moving into my diaper. Mommy kissed my head as I suckled. “I love you so much Princess.” I snuggled closer, falling into the sands of sleep. This was bliss, my own world of infantile bliss. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Unconventional as it may be, I don’t think there was a happier little girl than me at that moment. This was truly the life that I was meant to live. THE END ****** That’s a wrap. Thanks for everyone who followed Jaclyn through her journey! She will be returning soon, though. Two more are in the works! Jaclyn’s Adventures in Diapers Part 2: A Sisterly Bond And Jaclyn’s Adventure in Diapers Part 3: Jaclyn’s Potty Training

XXI. The doors to the bowels of the pediatrician’s office opened up, and a nurse emerged. “Jaclyn?” the nurse asked. Mommy raised her hand, and stood up, and then followed it by popping me off of her lap and onto the floor, before picking me up to carry me, “C’mon Princess,” she smiled, “let’s go get you all checked up,” she told me, patting my soggy diaper in the process. It was amazing how Mommy could handle me at this point, but the steady diet of baby meals and mostly breast milk had really taken my weight down, I guess I was easy to handle. The nurse smiled at us both. “Well hello there, we’re so happy to have you here today Jaclyn,” she told me, her face really close to my face, as if I could really comprehend it, or if I even wanted to. It was a sweet voice though. I smiled back from behind my pacifier; it was all I could really do at this point. “Aren’t you just the most beautiful little girl? I’m Ms. Penny,” she told us. Ms. Penny led us to a room in the back; it was a brightly-painted room with paintings of rainbows, kittens, and an ocean scene. Very pretty, I thought, but that was here nor there. I had memories of more sophisticated artwork of my own; those days were long gone by that point. “Now why don’t we get this pretty little girl’s weight?” the nurse asked, putting some paper down on the scale. Before she put me down, Mommy told the nurse, “this one’s tushy is a bit squishy from potty pants, should I take her diaper off?” “Yes please,” the nurse told her, smiling, “we can get a more accurate weight of this little one that way, but I’m sure you know the drill,” “Between her older sister and her, I definitely do,” Mommy chuckled. Mommy placed me on the table, which was a little bit of a tight fit. I don’t think they had this length of baby in mind when they designed these things, but we were making due with what we had at this point. Mommy pulled down my tights and removed my diaper, using a wipe she had brought out of the diaper bag to clean my pee-covered areas. She balled the used diaper out and it dropped into the wastebasket in the office with a noticeable “plop”. “Wow Princess, you might have doubled your weight with that one,” Mommy laughed. The scale did its job, and it came out with a weight. “80 lbs,” Ms. Penny announced, “aren’t you just a healthy little girl,” she teased. “You can go ahead and put a new diaper on her now,” Ms. Penny added. “Probably best,” Mommy responded, taking a diaper out of the bag and opening it up. As she lifted my bottom up, sliding it underneath, she looked over at Ms. Penny, “You just never know with these little ones, they’re so unpredictable, and could get their little potty mess everywhere, we’ve had a few incidents. I always say, better to be diapered than sorry,” Mommy laughed, taping up the diaper. She pulled the tights back up, and lifted me back off the table and on to her lap. “Well Princess, the doctor will be here soon,” Ms. Penny told us, leaving out the door. Mommy tightened her arms around me, and I snuggled into her shoulder. I really didn’t like doctors, or offices; this wasn’t a recent development, I just never did care for them. At least Mommy was here, and my nerves were calmed by my constant suckling of my pacifier. Mommy looked down at me as I snuggled onto her shoulder. “Are you hungry sweetie?” I looked up, “uhm hmmm” was about all I could muster from behind the pacifier. “Ok then,” and she moved me a bit over before unclipping her bra and popping out her enlarged, milk-filled boob, placing it on my mouth. She pulled a small blanket out of my diaper bag and covered me with it as I nursed. “There you go baby, all big drinks for Mommy,” she spoke sweetly, patting my bottom as I dribbled pee into my just-changed diaper. To be honest, that’d become a pretty common occurrence these days; I had very little knowledge (or control) that it was happening, and a warming or cooling sensation was always my cue. That’s why I’m in diapers, everyone tells me in baby-talk voices, so it must be true. As I suckled, the door knocked, and I heard steps. “Hi there!” also emerged from behind my blanketed shroud. “Oh hi, I’m sorry about this…it was such an early morning and Jac-y didn’t get much of a chance to eat,” I heard Mommy say. While most people would probably lose their senses over this sight, it didn’t faze Dr. Roberts; she had been in charge of my transition since I started, and knew all about what was going on. “Oh no worries, I know babies have to eat, mine were always the same at that age…you never know where or when that hunger urge will come!” Dr. Roberts joked. “While Jaclyn’s finishing, how about we get some of the preliminaries out of the way?” She asked. “That works wonderfully,” Mommy told her, “lemme switch Jac-y real fast.” Mommy popped my mouth off her boob and moved it to the other. Warm milk once again flowed into my mouth; it tasted heavenly, as always. “Well I can see you’ve got a voracious eater, that’s always a good sign! Let’s start with the questions,” Dr. Roberts informed Mommy. “Does she call you ‘Mama’, ‘Mommy’, or another special name?” “Oh she sure does, it’s all ‘Mommy’ all the time,” Mommy chuckled. “Does she understand ‘no’?” “Oh of course, but I wish she’d follow it more!” “Oh don’t we all, I still have trouble with mine, and they’re almost and already out of the house!” “Does she wave bye-bye?” “Ummhmmm, every day when her sister goes to school, or if she’s with her Auntie Dana when I go to work, or leaving Auntie Dana’s and anyone else’s” “Such a smart and polite little girl!” “Does she enjoy games like pat-a-cake?” “Oh yes! That and peek-a-boo are her favorites!” “Can she put something in a container, like a block in a cup?” “Yes, she does that!” “Does she look for things that someone hides?” “Like a little detective!” “Does she pull herself up?” “She does,” “Does she walk while holding onto furniture?” “Yes, but she prefers me carrying her, or crawling on the floor, walking isn’t something she’s shown a ton of interest in.” “Umm hmm, I see. Last question: does she pick things up with their thumb and pointer finger?” “Yes.” “Well it looks to me like you have a little girl who should be right where she needs to be, developmentally speaking. I wouldn’t worry about the lack of walking; some babies do it faster than others.” “Now on to other things, if she’s done eating, would you mind taking her diaper off so I can give her a quick physical exam?” “No problem,” Mommy told her, picking me up again and putting me back on the table. She un-taped my once-more wet diaper, letting it plop forward. “Wet again, she just pees and poops around the clock,” Mommy clucked her tongue. “Is she eating a lot of solids?” “Mostly purées and breast milk.” “That explains the potty frequencies, are her BMs soft or hard?” “Soft, very much like liquid.” “As long as she’s drinking enough, she’ll be doing great.” Dr. Roberts began to examine my eyes, asking me a few things, checked my hearing, then moved further down. “Looks like breast development is coming in nicely, her genitals also have drastically changed from the last time she was here, very non-existent penis and testes, to put it very bluntly.” “Is she a candidate for surgery?” “Yes, of course, we can do a consultation next week and get it done by next month, she’s professed really nicely, and her levels are exactly where they should be. I see absolutely no issue.” “Hear that Jac-y? You’re finally going to get big girl surgery!” Mommy’s excitement was palpable. “Why don’t you get her dressed and we’ll discuss next steps?” Mommy got a new diaper out, wiped my bottom and popped me in nice dry diaper. I was happy. Mommy was happy. Dr. Roberts was happy. I was going to get surgery and become the girl I’d been desiring to be my whole life. As Mommy and the doctor talked, I just sat in an infantilized zone of ecstatic happiness. I got a lollipop for being such a good girl and before I knew it, I was almost falling asleep in my car seat on the way home, dreaming nothing but happy thoughts. ***Several Months Later*** Fast forward a few months, snuggling in a severely-dirtied diaper, dreaming thoughts about beaches of my former life. Why? I’ll never know. The curtains of my nursery are opened, startling me awake. My eyes gazed up and were met by Mommy and Samantha looking down on me, smiling. “Guess what? I hear it’s someone’s first birthday!” Mommy sweetly sung. “Get out,” Samantha replied in a sarcastic tone, “who’s birthday?” “I’ll give a hint, her name begins with a J, has six letters, a full diaper, and is about to be…AMBUSHED BY TICKLES!!!!” Mommy teased, letting down the crib door, and tickling me all over. I laughed beyond hard behind my pacifier, pee squirting out into my already sodden diaper. This was a big day indeed, my first birthday as Jaclyn, aka Mommy’s little princess. It has been a whirlwind last few months for a little girl like me: I’d had the surgery a month prior, and I’d been formally adopted by Mommy, my name legally changed as well, and I don’t know that I was used to it, would I ever? I didn’t know. I was happy playing my part though, the regression really had its perks. I had a family now full of people who cared, a support network of my new family and Mommy’s friends, it wasn’t too bad. I was grateful for this fresh start; I felt like a million loads had been lifted off of my shoulders. I was dressed in an appropriate set of clothing for the typical one-year old enjoying the pomp and circumstance of their first birthday party. I was put in a white frilly dress, with a pink “1” on the front of it, with “Jaclyn” written in faded cursive across it. My hair was put up into a pretty little set of pigtails, and of course, I had on a diaper underneath. I had a fleeting glance in a mirror as Mommy was dressing me, and I thought I very much looked the part. Once I was dressed, I felt scooped up again, and I was firmly planted on Mommy’s hip as she carried me downstairs. As we went down the stairs, my eyes were fixated on what was going on around the house. Mommy had really gone all out for this one. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACLYN!” was in big cut out letters on top of the door to Mommy’s living room. There were balloons everywhere, there were decorations of Disney Princesses all the way across, it was so pretty. Tears filled my eyes; my mind was very much slipping into that of my appropriate age space, sure, but there were still times like this where I very much remembered the darkness of my previous life, and could contrast it with how lucky I was to have wound up in this unconventional, yet entirely loving and supportive situation that I found myself in now. I’d never been a fan of birthdays, like ever. As far back as I could remember, things like this were just something that I went through my own motions on. I’d get a few cheap gifts, maybe someone would call, but there was never anything about it that made me feel special. Most of the time, I just treated it like any other day. Like I’ve said, my family back in my previous life was what I’d best describe as unsupportive in everything. I’d always fallen through the cracks, had never fit in, and I pretty much felt like a walking accident to them. Here, however, I felt no such thing. I was finally making the realization that I was the baby of this family, of my family now, and I felt fortunate to even be here. I was happy. Happiness that had eluded me most of my life, I’d found it here, my bottom taped up in a disposable diaper, treated like a one year old girl for all intents and purposes. It was unconventional and probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else. But it made sense to me, and I was extremely happy with it. I still had my anxieties, but I now knew that Mommy was there to love, protect, and nurture me, filling gaps in my life and subconscious that had been so painfully drug out and exploited by many people over the years. If feeling this way was wrong, I didn’t want to be right. Mommy took me into her living room and put me in a playpen with all of the toys that I could want to entertain myself for the time being. She put on the Disney channel, and said something about going and making sure everything was good for the party; there were guests arriving soon. It wasn’t my concern, so I tried to put it out of my primitive mind. Soon I heard voices over what I was watching on the TV, but again, I didn’t pay them much mind, these cartoons were too important. “She’s in here,” I heard Mommy say. Mommy was followed in by someone who very much looked her identical twin, except with raven dark hair as opposed to the flaming red hair that Mommy sported on her head. I had never seen her before in person, but I’d seen the occasional picture on the wall, but I guess I never got the chance to ask. I looked back, and as my eyes met Mommy’s, Mommy sensed my curiosity I guess. “Jac-y, this is someone I’d like you to meet, it’s your Aunt Claudia, she’s Mommy’s sister.” I just kind of sat there and waved, “Hewwo”, was all I could say. Auntie Claudia soon came over and kneeled down next to the playpen, looking in. “Well hi to you, too, you little cutiepie! I’m so happy I finally get to meet you! Your Mommy has told me soooo much about you, welcome to our little family!” I blushed. What else was I going to do or say? Not much, I guess. I was excited, to be honest. I hadn’t met any of Mommy’s family up to this point; my only experiences had been with her friends that were basically family. Mommy did, though, live quite far from most of her family, so they rarely saw each other except for special occasions, and I guess this was one of those. “Aren’t you so precious,” Auntie Claudia told me, “your cousins are just going to absolutely adore you, they sure are, yes they are,” she told me in a form of baby talk. Cousins? I had cousins? This was an interesting development to be sure. In my past life, I too had cousins, but we were never what I’d consider to be close. Like most of my life, everything was fairly and conveniently distant. Maybe I’d have a better relationship with these two. “I think they’re over with Samantha,” Mommy told her, “I’ll go round them up if you want.” “You can go ahead,” Auntie Claudia spoke warmly, “I don’t mind watching the baby,” she said smiling. “Sure, sounds good,” Mommy told her. “Oh and Beth?” Auntie Claudia looked at Mommy. “Yes?” “Take your time!” “Of course Claudia,” Mommy smiled, got up and left. With that, Auntie Claudia turned her attention towards me again. She seemed nice, warm and caring like her sister, but even in my old life, I typically had anxiety meeting new people. This birthday was no different. I was in my preferred safe space, but still, I was always nervous about these sorts of things because even though I’d been regressing, I was still aware that I wasn’t your typical “baby”, and I’d always had a fear that people wouldn’t take it as nicely as Mommy and her amazing friends. Auntie Claudia smiled, and sat down near me. “Hi again Jaclyn!” she spoke as if she were any adult meeting a toddler for the first time. I waved. That’s all I did, was wave. I didn’t want to be rude, but I was incredibly introverted, and these sorts of things bothered me greatly, although they shouldn’t have. So, as was typical with my nerves, I got so nervous, I filled my diaper with brown liquid. Auntie Claudia smiled, but then I could see her nose sniff the air. “Smells like you made a little present for your Auntie doesn’t it? Did you want to let Auntie Claudia change your stinky little diaper? Is that what you’ve been waiting for? Is it Princess?” she teased. “Mommy told me that your little nickname was Princess Poopy Pants, and I see why, yes I sure do,” she joked again. At least she was taking it in stride, I was embarrassed; the feeling of a poopy diaper wasn’t my favorite, and it was something that drew attention to me, which again, I really didn’t like. This was once again why I was also nervous about this party. I’ve said before, I *hate* being the center of attention, and here I was, having a 1st birthday…once again as the center of attention. I’ll be honest, I really didn’t want someone I barely knew doing this; I’d been changed by more than a few people over the time that I’d been back in diapers, but usually it was by someone I was familiar with, whether it was Auntie Dana, Rebecca, or even Samantha. This, though, I was entirely unsure of. What could I do though? It’s not like babies got to pick and choose who changed them, right? I was the baby now, for better or worse, and it would be a bit odd if I suddenly decided to break mentality now because I was feeling a little unsure of this situation. Besides, it was Mommy’s sister, my real Auntie, after all. This wouldn’t be the last time that she’d do it, so why bother fighting it? Auntie Claudia got up and went over to near the couch where my diapering supplies were. Every room had one of these, and with a little one year old girl in the house, why wouldn’t they? Each was a little cloth cube of diapers, wipes, and a changing pad, plus rash cream or anything else that may be needed. Mommy was on top of things all the time, and it often showed. Pulling out the cube in the living room, Auntie Claudia brought back a new diaper, a changing pad, and a package of wipes, coming down by where I was at and laying down the pad near me, laying the diaper next to it, and opening the container of wipes. “Alright let’s clean that stinky butt,” Auntie Claudia patted the changing pad, “no little girl should have a poopy diaper on her birthday should she?” She asked these questions as if she expected a reply, but in all honesty, they were pretty rhetorical. I sometimes enjoyed squishing in the poop in my bottom, but it always felt amazing to get out of one. I crawled to the edge of the playpen, and raised my arms; as if she expected it, Auntie Claudia came over and lifted me out, setting me down, and I crawled over to the changing pad, where I layed down without fighting anything. “There we goooo, that’s Auntie’s good little niece, look at how well you listen! That’s ex-cell-ent for a one year old, yes it is, yes it is!” she told me in a babyish tone. “Now lay back and let Auntie take care of your stinky little panties, we’ll get you smelling all nice with a clean tushy before you can say…’poopies’!” she joked. I guess she used the term “poopies” too, it must be a sisterly thing. As I felt my frilly little dress being pushed up, I stared at the ceiling. Over the time I’d been in diapers, I’d become pretty familiar with this ceiling; I think this area was probably the most common place I’d been changed outside of my nursery. It was a nice ceiling, with beams and a very artsy feeling to it. In my old life, I’d really scrutinize such things; now, I was just intent to take it for what it was, and to let it drift and dance into my downward slope into infant status. Soon, I was alerted to the opening of my poopy diaper, and I could feel the cold air come down onto my area. I looked back up at Auntie Claudia, who wrinkled her nose, but also took on the mannerisms of just about anyone who’s changed a baby’s dirty diaper. It smelled terrible, they all did, but she smiled, cooed, and blew raspberries, often taking time to tease me about how stinky my diaper was. The cool wipes felt amazing on my poop-covered bottom; the feeling of being clean was so underrated. I soon became lost in Auntie Claudia’s baby talk and her cleaning me with the wipes. Soon, I heard voices. Not the kind that are imagined in your head, but actual, chatty little voices. Mid wipe, I noticed Auntie Claudia look up and back, showing a bit of a grin. How anyone could have any kind of happy face while handling a poopy diaper, I didn’t know. They built women like Mommy and Auntie Claudia different, I guess. Looking at what Auntie Claudia was looking at, I noticed it was Mommy and two younger girls I’d never seen before, both dark-haired girls who had some resemblance to Auntie Claudia. Were they my cousins? “Girls!” Auntie Claudia stopped wiping and looked back, “this little stinky girl is your cousin Jaclyn!” Soon, the two girls came over, looking at their mom, and then at me. “Hiiii Jaclynnnn” the taller of the two said, “I’m Cassidy.” I just stared back. “And I’m Caitlyn!” the shorter one said, “we’re you’re cousins!” “I see your niece gifted you with one of her favorite presents,” Mommy laughed, “she certainly has become an expert at those!” Auntie Claudia went back to cleaning my bottom, never breaking stride as she conversed with Mommy, “Oh, I know, happened right after you left, it’s like she was waiting for me!” They both laughed again. “Pheww, she sure does stink,” Cassidy mentioned, “she is cute though!” “I don’t remember you or your sister exactly smelling like roses when you were at her age,” Auntie Claudia told her as she lifted my bottom to clean underneath, “just doing what any little girl her age does!” “I like your dress Jaclyn,” Caitlyn told me, “it looks very nice.” She seemed the more soft spoken of the two; I’m sure it wasn’t easy. My whole family seemed pretty chatty; all I could do was smile. Soon, Auntie Claudia finally had the new diaper fanned out and placed under my bottom, setting me back down and taping the new diaper up, and taping up the wipes she used in the old one. “There we go Princess, all done, you were such a good girl for Auntie…even if you were a little stinky,” she smiled, kissing me on the forehead, “welcome to the family!” She turned and looked at Cassidy, “Since you wanted to talk about stinky Cass-y, here’s a present for you, can you go throw it away for me please? And see, you get a present too today, just like Jac-y, she’ll get some toys and other stuff, and you get a poopy diaper!” “Ew, I guess,” she told Auntie Claudia, before turning to Caitlyn, “C’mon Cait-y, let’s go throw this away, we can come back and play with Jac-y when we’re done.” Caitlyn nodded in approval, before coming over to me and giving me a hug, “Love you cousin,” she smiled and left. “Well, I better go wash my hands, that was a real doozy, I’ll be back soon though cutie,” Auntie Claudia got up, putting the wipes and pad back into the cube, then getting up and walking out of the living room. “She’s not just excited,” Mommy told me as Auntie Claudia left, “they allllll are.” I was excited to see who else I’d get to meet. I knew that Auntie Dana would be here soon with Natalie and Amelia, Alanna I think was coming too, plus Rebecca, and Megan, and more of Mommy’s work friends. Plus, I think more of my family I hadn’t met yet too. I couldn’t wait to blow out my candle and get into my cake, and presents! The presents! I couldn’t wait! That night, after the party guests had left, Mommy had taken me upstairs to my nursery to get me ready for bed. It was a very exhausting, emotional day, and I was ready for sleep; my toddler behaviors and traits had been popping out more and more, and like many one-year-olds, I tended to get cranky as bedtime approached. Just as typical for these sorts of nights, my diaper was usually changed into a thicker night-time diaper, and I was held by Mommy in her lap as I breastfed and journeyed down the path towards a sleep-filled utopia. During this regression period, my thoughts had become more jumbled, and I was relying more on emotion rather than logic, so the comforts of being on Mommy’s breast as I fell asleep were generally inclined to be one of relaxation and less of a care about the little details, with more care and security, and thus validity, given to the more important things in life, such as the safety and security of being fed by Mommy and being in a dry diaper. Those were what mattered most to me these days; the old life that I previously had was quickly falling by the wayside, being replaced by cartoons, pureed food, naps, and used diapers. As Mommy cradled me that night, she looked down at me, our eyes met, and I gave her a quick smile before I quickly went to work on her left breast. “Honey, I hope that you enjoyed your party today as much as I did. Everyone was so happy to see what a big girl you’ve become, and we’re all equally happy to join in with this new journey you’ve decided to take.” She continued, as if talking to a one-way audience. “This whole thing, seems like a completely unrelated series of events, and to anyone, I guess it would. The thing is though, you’re where I always intended you to be, right here in my arms, snuggled up and ready for bedtime.” It was a bit odd, but that breastmilk was a more appealing alternative than considering anything completely logical at this point. Mommy couldn’t have had any sinister side, right? “The truth is, and I don’t really expect you to know this, is really that I’ve set this all up from the beginning. There was no coincidence involved. Your friend Alanna’s cousin worked for me, and apparently Alanna had mentioned you to her, and in turn, this wound up back to me at a work deal. You finding me online wasn’t by chance either, I’d made sure that our paths would cross.” “The juice, all of it, I’d intended to do all of it, I knew the intended effects, and it simply made everything a lot more easier to ultimately make you mine, both your body and your mind.” Again, this may have been an interesting conversation for my old self, but I was indulging myself in Mommy’s breastmilk at this point, and I could care less. “With Samantha getting older, the house started to feel more and more empty, and I knew that a baby could fill that void. There’s trouble for even a single successful woman like me to adopt, and so I knew that I had to go an alternative route, and more importantly, had to find a way for the new baby, being you, not to leave.” “The thing is Jac-y, we may have told you that you would be re-raised, and would grow up, but the long truth of it is, I don’t intend for you to do so. You’ll probably be able to make it another year, to Age 2, and from there, we’ll probably plateau your progress. It’s ok though, I don’t think you’ll become fully aware of it, and if you do, well, there’s no getting out at this point. There’s a signed adoption order, and I have your ‘care team’ ready to testify that you are completely and mentally incompetent at this point. You’re not leaving, even if you ever thought there might be a chance.” “But you know what? I love you Jaclyn Claire, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. You’re going to be cared for by a Mommy who loves you, a sister who loves you, and a whole host of friends and relatives that do too. You’re a sunshine to everyone, and Mommy loves you so much.” With that, my eyes piqued, all I heard was “Mommy loves you so much,” my eyes were getting tired from the pacifying effect of the breast suckling, and I was due to conk out soon, ready to be placed in my comfy crib for the night. I looked up at Mommy, and softly spoke, “I wuv you too Mommy,” smiled, and completely and utterly collapsed into sleep. My Mommy was the best Mommy, she had the very best intentions in helping me, and I knew I’d be a better little girl with her guidance.