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Mary decides to use her diaper in public for the first time. After a lot of reflection i decide to go to the park and i am wearing a skirt and i go into the middle of the park and squat down in front f other people and start to use my diaper in public.

The beginning of this story talks about how I became a diaper lover. The second part of the story talks about how I met my wonderful wife. Part 1 Before I tell you how I met the woman who would become my wife—and yes, the one who proudly wears diapers—I want to share a glimpse into the world that shaped me, and how I came to find beauty and comfort in something most people wouldn’t expect. I grew up in a place that felt like it had been designed by a child’s imagination. Within half a mile of my house, there were two winding rivers that shimmered in the summer sun, twelve baseball fields that echoed with laughter and the crack of bats, four soccer fields, six basketball courts, seven tennis courts, and a sprawling park with a lake so wide it seemed to touch the sky. That lake was where I learned to swim—awkward strokes at first, then confident dives from the dock. In the summer, I’d float down one of the rivers two or three times a week, letting the current carry me past trees, rocks, and the occasional turtle sunning itself on a log. It was paradise. A place where imagination ran wild and every day felt like a new adventure. I spent more time outdoors than within four walls. By the time I was eight, I had the freedom to wander to the park alone, soaking in the quiet thrill of independence. At thirteen, I graduated to floating down the river solo—a rite of passage that came after my dad joined me for a cautious first run, making sure the currents hadn’t changed too much after winter’s thaw. It was in this world of play and freedom that I began to understand comfort—not just physical, but emotional. The feeling of being safe, accepted, and free to be myself. That sense of comfort would become a guiding thread in my life, even in ways I didn’t fully understand at the time. When I turned thirteen, my uncle hired me to work at his custom homebuilding company. He only built four or five houses a year—not because demand was low, but because his reputation was so strong he could have easily built twenty. He simply believed that quality mattered more than quantity. His priority was making sure every client felt truly at home, with no lingering problems or regrets. That philosophy stuck with me: comfort isn’t just about the space we inhabit—it’s about the care we put into creating it. My job was to keep the worksite spotless—and I mean spotless. I spent my days picking up stray boards, sweeping sawdust, and clearing any debris left behind by the crew. If something was on the ground, it was my responsibility to make sure it wasn’t there for long. My uncle was meticulous about cleanliness. He believed a tidy site reflected a tidy mind—and that even the smallest details mattered when building someone’s dream home. While I was still in school, I would head to the job site right after class. My parents allowed me to work for one hour each day, as long as I kept my grades up. During summer break, I was able to work three days a week for six hours a day. They didn’t want me to miss out on enjoying my summer, so they made sure I still had time to relax and have fun. My uncle employed an architect who had his own dedicated trailer on the worksite. He was stationed there to quickly address any issues that might arise during construction, ensuring problems could be solved on the spot. Although his expertise wasn’t needed frequently, his presence provided peace of mind. When not troubleshooting on site, he spent most of his time drafting house plans for upcoming projects. I gradually became friends with him on the job site. Whenever I had downtime, I’d head over to his trailer and watch him sketch out designs for the new house. After about two months of me hanging around, he turned to me one day and asked, “Want to learn how to draw up house plans?” That simple question kicked off six months of hands-on learning. He patiently walked me through each step, pointing out what I got right and where I went off track. His guidance was steady, and I soaked up everything I could. Then one day, he looked at me and said, “It’s time. I want you to design a three-bedroom house.” I wanted so badly to prove to him that I could do the job—and do it right. For three months, I poured everything I had into the design, refining every detail until I finally felt ready to show it to him. He asked for a couple of days to review it. Three days later, we sat down together and went over the plans. He pointed out where I had made mistakes, but also acknowledged what I had done well. Then he handed the plans back to me and said, “Fix the errors and bring it back in two weeks.” I managed to correct most of the issues on my own, though I did have to ask him for guidance on a few tricky parts. When I brought the revised plans back to him, he looked them over carefully. After a moment, he said, “All the mistakes are fixed.” The next thing he asked me was what I planned to do with the house plans. I admitted I had no idea. That’s when he suggested I submit them to a magazine that publishes and sells architectural drawings—maybe they’d be interested in buying them. So I gave it a shot. About two months later, I got a response. They wanted to buy my design. I ended up making a decent amount of money from that first sale. After that, I started sending them a new plan every six weeks until I graduated high school. I saved every dollar I earned, and by the time I finished school, I had built up a solid little nest egg. Part 2 will be about my childhood.

Hello everyone this is my 3rd attempt at a long form story. Any criticism or advice is always accepted both through comments and DM's. Thank you and please enjoy. Chapter 1 Monday Morning The sunlight shines through the pink curtains into the light pink room. Stuffed animals, stuffies, and dolls littered most of the sides of the room except a small desk with two backpacks and a tablet on it and a large white dresser with 2 baskets on top with a pack of wipes between them. The purple themed bed shifts as a small framed girl pops her head out of the comforter, her hair a brunette mess around her head. "Ugh go away Mr. Sun." The girl sighs groggy. The door opens slowly as it usually does once one of the two sleeping girls start waking up in the morning. "Good morning girls. How did we sleep last night?" The tall woman says entering the door way. Her robe hung to her tall curvy frame. The girl under the purple comforter sighed still hiding. But under the pink blanket on the other side of the room a messy blonde haired girl shot up with a giggle. "Good morning mommy! I slept good!" She giggles some more seeing mommy open the curtains letting more sunlight come into the room. "Good morning Addy. Sounds like you slept well and are ready for the day. How about you Natalie or are you sleepy bye this morning?" Sara asks her oldest daughter sitting next to her youngest daughter on Addy's bed as Addy jumps up to hug her mommy. Natalie growns a little coming out of her blanket. A look of "I want 5 more minutes please" was the polar opposite of her little sister as she looks over at her mom and little sister. "Mom I'm just not looking forward to today. We have so much to do plus I have to finish my homework. If I dont turn it in on Tuesday I'll have to take the 5th grade final and rather have a short week." Natalie sighed whining a little she shifted under her blanket sitting up. "Well honey if you want instead of taking family pictures with us this morning and running around all day I could just drop you off at Aunt Linda's daycare." Mommy laughed followed by both daughters and a whining "mommy..." at the teasing followed the teasing statement. Sara moves to Natalie's bed as Addy jumps up and goes over to her favorite doll and picks it up hugging it close. Her disney princess night gown doing nothing to hide the soggy pull-up underneath. Sara picks Natalie up still in her blanket knowing Natalie doesnt like showing off her soggy pull-ups unlike her little sister. Natalie giggled as mommy picks her up and playfully whines as mommy almost swaddled her in her blanket before being placed in mommy's lap. "Natalie you know I wont let you fail 5th grade or go to summer school, but we gotta go to this appointment you know grandma made this appointment for us so she can have sweet pictures for the news letter and to add to this year's invite for her summer party at her house. After that we can get breakfast and just have to do some quick shopping. We can get this all done before lunch s long as we dont dilly dally. Now how about we get you ready first. It looks like your pullup leaked again so I imagine your not that comfortable in there huh?" Mommy smiles lightly teasing but softly comforting her tiny oldest daughter. Natalie blushed and sighed at this but nodded. She wanted to be shocked at her pullups leaking but this has happened most of the last month and a half. She also wanted to rebuttal against her mommy getting her ready but she know with the pictures this morning grandma probably told mommy to get them ready a certain way just like for fancy events. And with that mommy took the blanket off her and stood her on the floor. The 10 year olds pullup was obviously pushed past its limits. And was sagging from under her unicorn night gown much more than her 6 year old sisters. Mommy sighs and grabs the wipes and a simple outfit seeing the soggy leaky pullup. "Honey do you want a fresh pullup or undies this morning since we are going to be busy this morning and your so tired?" Mommy asks slightly teasing but honestly offering. Addy giggles watching the scene. Natalie just huffs and point to her undies mommy picked out. 'I really hope no one ever finds out about mornings like this. I'm big girl not a toddler, but mommy knows this. I guess that s all that matters on morning like this.' Natalie thought to herself as she looked a little confused at the tee shirt and shorts that were put down as mommy started tearing away the pullups and cleaning her up with the wipe. "No fancy dress or anything? Grandma usually has a big to do planned for pictures and stuff right?" Natalie questions. "Yeah like when she has us wear those fun dresses and those head things like big silly dolls!" Addy joins in with her dolly pointing to the old timey bonnet on it head. Sara laughs pulling the sleeping beauty undies on Natalie. "Girls its a bit different today than the last few years apparently all our outfits are at the photo shoot already. Grandma has them picked out and ready to go. She told me was the theme was 'time'. So we get to be comfortable heading there at least. And Addy sweetheart thats called a bonnet, both babies and ladies back in the day wore those." Sara says finishing dressing Natalie which now in normal clothes looked less like a tall todfler and now like the short 10 year old she is. As mommy got Addy ready for the day next Natalie went off to there joined bathroom and put her stool in front of the sink to brush her teeth. As the tooth brush hit her mouth *BOOM* *CRASH* *GLASS BREAKING*. Natalie falls off her stool on to the tile floor with a hard smack. The lights went out and with the little sunlight coming into the bathroom from her bedroom Natalie couldnt see anything. With an emotional surge she cried out "Mommy!!! Whaaaa!!!" Into the darkness.

IAN AND VICKIE JOIN FORCES WITH A HARD BOILED PRIVATE EYE TO FOIL A GANG OF DESPERATE DIAPER THIEVES! SPATS BELMONDO Holidays are bad for business, and Thanksgiving and Christmas are the worst of them all. Especially here in the Twin Cities. It's not enough that the serial adulterers who are the mainstay of our business, cursed with the occasional twinge of conscience, opt to stay home with their families over the holidays. No, at this time of the year we also have to contend with blizzards and snowdrifts, which really ruin a wayward doctor's day, not to mention his nights. I ask you … how is the jerk supposed to interview the cream of the latest nursing school crop at a sleazy airport hotel down on the 494 Strip if the road's impassable? And even if by some miracle the highway department deigns to roll with the plows, where's he supposed to park? Leave the Volvo on a city street during a snow emergency, and you get towed. Put the BMW in the motel parking lot, and there's a fighting chance it'll still be there when the snow starts to melt sometime in March, or maybe April. Minnesota winters are not exactly predictable. No, there's no doubt about it: holidays are bad for business. Year after year, Twinkletoes and her trusty Olympus 35mm camera with its handy dandy collection of lenses and filters go their separate ways in mid-November, not to be reunited again until New Year's Eve, when things will finally start to get back to normal around here. Come early January, aggrieved wives will be storming through the door, eager to get the goods on their wayward spouses en route to a big payday in divorce court. Our paydays are somewhat more modest. Twinkletoes will cost you seventy five bucks an hour, plus expenses. Pat and I charge three hundred an hour, and we bill in six minute increments. Get the picture? Anyway, on the plus side the two of us have six weeks a year to catch up on our reading. Pat favors Playboy and Hustler. My taste runs to crossword puzzles. Anybody know a five letter Zulu word for an eland? Oh, and as for Julia? What can I say? The week before Thanksgiving is when she renews her acquaintance with the kitchen. It's an annual tradition. For six weeks, she cooks up a storm, and we all loosen our belts another notch (it's the Minnesota way). In any event, Twinkletoes is married to this really nice guy, so we'll overlook the fact that Herb Canon is a cop with more than twenty years on the force. Alas, it's impossible to overlook their winsome daughter, Priscilla. Pris is also a cop, of the campus variety, and she packs a mean right. A guy in a bar up nordeast recently called her Prissy, and she laid him out with one punch. No one paid much attention, this being a cop bar and all, and to his credit the guy got up, rubbed his jaw, apologized, and then offered to buy her a drink. She accepted graciously, and all was forgiven. He was lucky that Pris didn't break a cue stick over his skull. So here we were, Thanksgiving looming on the horizon, and nary a client in sight. Still, there were pluses, and the three of us did have reasons to be thankful. For one thing, we didn't have to worry about paying the rent because we owned the building. Our office was on the top floor-- all right, already … a second floor walk-up-- and there was a very good delicatessen down below. We shared Two with a guy selling insurance, and he had a dry cleaner's underfoot. We all did well because we were directly across the street from one of the largest hospitals in the state. Desperate nurses made periodic forays to the deli, the weekly pastrami on rye an antidote to what passed for food in the hospital cafeteria. The dry cleaners specialized in blood, vomit and assorted gore. The insurance guy did a booming business writing policies for the boats tied up along the St. Croix, including the houseboats that a small troop of physicians used for extracurricular activities all year round. And of course the soon to be ex-wives, most of them nurses past and present, were the mainstay of our own thriving concern. Julia got the goods with her trusty Olympus, and we nailed the cheaters to the proverbial courthouse wall. Over the years, from Stillwater to Prescott, many a houseboat title had changed hands thanks to our diligent efforts. In our experience, long suffering wives definitely had a thing for houseboats. To make a long story short, we were just marking time when the door opened and the Incredible Hulk filled our line of sight. It took the Hulk a few moments to figure out that he needed to do the sideways shuffle, or remain forever condemned to stand in the hallway. The sharpest stick in the bunch the Hulk definitely was not, and his jacket was at least two sizes too small. Still, the cannon that he was packing in a shoulder holster looked like a good fit for his hulk like hands. The second guy through the door was a celebrity, although not one whom we had had the honor of representing in court. In fairness, though, Spats Belmondo tended to favor extralegal solutions for his more pressing problems. You could buy a lot of lead for three hundred bucks an hour. “You want I should frisk them, Boss? Maybe look for a wire?” “Fuhgeddaboudit, Walley; deese guys ain't wearing no wires … not in their own office. Besides, dey didn't know we was comin'.” “Right on both counts, Spats … right on both counts. But what gives with the muscle?” I was nodding at the Hulk; a third fellow was now standing just inside the door. Short and wiry, wearing a fedora with the brow too low, he was sporting a mustache that looked like an oil slick. The black shirt and white tie were straight out of Hollywood. The guy couldn't pull off Bogart, but maybe he was going for Alan Ladd. “I mean, seriously. You've got a walleye on the payroll? Since when did the gorillas get shoved to the curb?” “Ha, ha; very funny, shamus. I like your sense of humor.” Spats settled into a chair on the opposite side of the desk and crossed his right leg. He studied the shine on his shoe, pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, and flicked an imaginary piece of dust aside. “Julia's the shamus, Spats; I'm a mouthpiece, and my esteemed associate here is a legal eagle.” Pat had set the latest issue of Hustler aside, reluctantly joining the conversation. “It speaks,” Spats laughed. “For a moment dere, I thought yous was a potted plant!” The two bodyguards laughed politely. “Twinkletoes I get,” Spats continued, “but what's with Aardvark and Platypus? Those your real names?” “Andrew Jones and Pat Smith at your service,” I said. “Aardvark puts us first in the phone book, and I have absolutely no idea how Platypus came about. Pat, you remember?” “I was drunk at the time. I don't remember a damned thing.” “Smith and Jones? Jeez … yous was right to scratch 'em off the list. Smith and Wesson? Yeah, now that I could see.” The Hulk and his oily friend once again laughed politely. “To business,” Spats announced as he slapped his hands firmly on my desk. “I wanna hire da Twinkie to help me out with a lidda problem.” “Seventy-five dollars an hour, plus expenses, with a retainer of five hundred samolies, payable in advance and in cash.” I was not big on beating around the bush. Spats snapped his fingers, and the oil can stepped forward. He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket, and handed it to the mobster. Spats casually threw it on the desk. “Dere's a G in dere; if the Twinkster needs more, have her call this number ...” Spats slid a business card across the desk. “Lullaby Adult Diaper Service?” I stared at him blankly. “One of my more profitable enterprises,” Spats smirked. “We supply all dah nursing homes in the Cities, and we even got regular joes as customers. Why, we even got us a university guy, a regular war hero who got shot to pieces over there.” Spats nodded vaguely in the general direction of the Pacific coast. “Makes us look real classy.” “You mean Viet Nam?” “Yeah … maybe … hell, I don't know. We're fightin' so many wars in so many places … who can keep track?” “You have a point. And with whom at your diaper service are we supposed to speak?” “My niece, Harriet. Nicolo's little girl, only she's all grown up now. She fronts dah whole operation, and she runs a real tight ship.” “Ah,” I said, the truth dawning as I looked more closely at the card. “Miss Harriet Belmondo.” Fingering the card, I leaned forward, just a fellow conspirator trying to get an update. “So, what's the play, Spats? How can we help?” “Somebody's stealing my diapers,” Spats growled. . . . . “No, Ian, really … there's no need to apologize. Many of our individual customers suspend service for a week or two, especially during the holidays. If you're going out of town for a family gathering, you can't very well carry a diaper pail on the plane with you.” Sitting at an adjoining desk, Francine Sullivan could hear the young professor's voice through the phone, but she could not make out what he was saying. Still, it was easy enough to fill in the blanks. “No, no, there's no inconvenience. Your service is on Wednesday; giving us notice two days in advance is more than enough time. Can you call Monday next to confirm resumption of service?" More mumbling on the line. “That's a good idea. Give me a number next Monday, and I'll adjust your order. No sense in paying for three dozen if you will only need two. How's your car doing? Still down for the count?” Mumble, mumble. “It must be so hard for you, this being your first winter. And I got used to you driving out here on Wednesday afternoons to process your order in person. Do you realize that you are the only customer I've ever met? Everybody else is just a name, address and telephone number in the files.” Mumble. “No! I appreciate how embarrassing it was for you to leave two bags of dirty diapers sitting in the hallway all day long when you left for work, where your neighbors couldn't help but see them. And then there's our brightly colored delivery truck pulling into the parking lot of an adults only complex. None of this could have been easy for you, so I was happy to help.” Ian started to mumble yet again, but Harriet cut him off. “No, Ian, it's never been an inconvenience, and please, stop apologizing for the day you came in just as we were closing. It's not every day that a guy apologizes for something so trivial by taking a hungry gal out to dinner! And my offer still stands. I can drive down on Wednesday nights after you get home from work, and do the pick up and drop off in person. I would be barely going out of my way, so it would really be no trouble at all. So, will you at least think about it?” One last mumble. “You will? That's great! Enjoy Thanksgiving!” Harriet hung up the phone with a long sigh. “Not going out of your way?' Francine had a very knowing grin. “Harry, you live on Lake Minnetonka, and he's down in Bloomington, which, the last time I looked, is half way to Iowa! The two of you are barely in the same time zone!” “I know, I know, but what can I say? He told my uncle that the tagliatelle was to die for, and the gnocchi the best he's ever eaten. He praised the wine list, raved about the Valpolicella … and he did all this in Italian so polished that my uncle mistook him for an aristocrat from Milan or the lake district. He even tore up the bill-- and Rudy never comps anybody for anything! It was the best date I've ever had!” “Someone's got a crush … nah de nah de nah nah,” Francine teased. “But he's not Italian, he's not Catholic, and he not only wears diapers and pees in them … he poops in them! Sorry, Harry, but this guy is definitely a no-no. Your uncle would have a fit if he found out about your date, and you can count your lucky stars that Rudy chose to keep his lip zipped.” “I know, Francie; I know. But a girl's entitled to the odd fantasy, isn't she? And you don't know what it's like! Every, single Sunday after Mass, Ariana rubs it in … 'you're twenty-six and still no husband? My Francesca is your age, and she's expecting her third bambino any day now'. I am so sick of it!” “Shitty diapers,” Francine countered. She knew that Harriet needed to get out more, but being a Belmondo was a social curse as well as a financial blessing. No one wanted to date a notorious gangster's favorite niece-- at least, no one respectable. “True, and believe me … I've peeked into his dirty diapers. Yuk!!! But you forgot something. Ian's a professore! Uncle Vinnie would kill to have a professor in the family!” . . . . “I can't believe how easy it is to rip these people off,” Cindy crowed. “I mean … seriously? The driver drops off bags of clean diapers at the front door, picks up the used and walks off. He doesn't even bother to ring the bell. Who are these morons, anyway?” “The gift that keeps on giving,” Melanie laughed. “Just think. A week's worth of adult diapers for one of their customers is enough to keep one of our pigeons in diapers for a week as well, and the baby diapers make wonderful stuffers! The photographs should be enough to keep them in line, but if need be, we can always up the ante by threatening to send them to class with a dozen baby diapers stuffed inside their already bulging pants!” “And I can't wait to track them down in the laundromat,” she added as she checked the mirror, making sure that one of their sisters in a trailing car would be stopping to execute the snatch and grab. “I'll be there offering to help them fold their nice, clean diapees! God, how I love humiliating these jerks!” “A pigeon here and a pigeon there,” Cindy hummed, “means easy A's in physics, chemistry, astronomy, calculus … am I leaving anything out?” “Why stop there? Beg, borrow and steal the diapers … invest a little of our own cash in lovely, pink baby pants … seduce the brainiac with a blow job, promise him real sex if he just indulges a teensy, weensy innocent little fantasy, click, click-- don't worry, dear, the photos are just to remember you by-- and then blackmail the twerp for four years to do all of our coursework! Our house ends up with the highest GPA on sorority row, and we get to spend four homework free years partying like there's no tomorrow. The frat boys will love us, especially if we get our pigeons to do their homework as well.” “And our misbegotten parents will be so thrilled when we all graduate Phi Beta Kappa!” “The ultimate bang for their tuition bucks,” Melanie concluded, watching the diaper delivery truck round the corner and ease to a stop at the next house on its route. . . . . “Give me the skinny, Spats. We looking at a B&E at the laundry? Or did somebody hijack one of your delivery trucks?” “Nah, nuttin like dat. It looks like somebody's tailing the driver. He makes the pick up an drop, an takes off. Before yous can say 'Frank sent me', somebody runs up and puts the snatch on my diapers. I want da Twinkster to find the guilty party, and den get back to me.” “No police involvement?” Spats gave me a sour look. It was eloquence itself. “Dey even ripped off Fredo's load. Can yous believe it? My brudder … my poor brudder … some asswipe stole his diapers right offa da front porch!” “How's Freddy doing these days? Getting any better?” “Nah. Dey held his head under water too long.” “Toothpick Charlie,” Pat suddenly exclaimed. “That's who he reminds me of,” he went on, nodding at the walking oil slick. “Toothpick Charlie!” “Yeah,” I said, snapping my fingers, “the resemblance is astonishing! And you, Spats; did anyone ever tell you that you look just like George Raft?” “Who?” “Spats Colombo … you know … the Windy City hood that got bumped off by Little Bonaparte down in Florida at the annual Friends of Italian Opera convention.” “I don't know nuttin bout dat. And da convention was in Vegas, not Florida. We ain't been to Florida since the Commies took Havana. Dat bearded guy ain't no friend of Italian opera.” “So, when did Fredo lose his diapees, anyway?” Spats turned to look over his shoulder. “Last Monday.” Toothpick Charlie's voice was as lugubrious as his mustache. “There has to be a gang of diaper thieves out there, because they followed the driver from stop to stop, and stole everything that wasn't nailed down.” “Dis here's Pauly, my Consigliere. He keeps an eye on things for me.” “Any chance that a rival gang is trying to muscle in on your territory, maybe another diaper service?” “Geesh! Come on guys, act yours age. If we was dealin' with a competitor, I wouldn't need da Twinkster, now would I? Geesh!” “Point well taken, Spats … point well taken.” “Wally rode shotgun on Tuesday and Wednesday.” The oil slick nodded at his companion the Hulk. Now that Spats had taken off his muzzle, Charlie seemed determined to talk us to death. “We knocked on doors, and if somebody answered, we delivered the diapers and best wishes for the holidays. But every drop where there was nobody home? On both days, they all went missing. The hit to our inventory, both baby and adult, has been significant. If we don't get our diapers back, service will be interrupted, and we'll lose customers. Can't have that, gentlemen; the diaper business is very profitable.” “What about the university guy? Was he condemned to spend Thanksgiving peeing in his pants?” “Nah. He called Harriet on Monday. He was goin' outta town or somethin', so he got no service. Unless somebody broke into his pad, his stash is safe.” “Good to know. Well, here's what we're going to do. I'll phone Julia and get her ass in gear. She'll start tomorrow. What time's your first truck roll?” “Eight sharp.” The Toothpick was obviously in command of the details. “Okay. Best guess is that she'll want to tail your driver, and see if she can spot somebody else clinging to his fender. However, at some point she'll want to drop by the shop and have a chat with Harriet. You know the drill, Spats … always look for an unhappy employee, or one down on his luck. Nine times out of ten, these capers turn out to be inside jobs.” “Good thinkin', Aardvark. I'll get Harriet on the blower, and let her know what's up. She's a good kid, and she's takin' this personally. She wants her diapers back, period, end of story.” Spats climbed to his feet, tipped his fedora, and strolled out of the room with the same casual grace that he had displayed entering it. His spats were spotless. . . . . So there we were, Pat and I, alone once more, but with an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills sitting quietly atop my desk. I looked over at Pat, wondering if he was also thinking that having Spats Belmondo for a client was about the stupidest thing we had ever done. Pat shrugged, picked up his copy of Hustler, and resumed reading, or looking at photos of naked ladies, whatever it was that Pat actually did when he opened the covers of one of his dirty magazines. I didn't really want to know, and so far had managed to refrain from finding out. Instead, I picked up the phone and dialed the Canon residence. It was time to let Twinkletoes know that we had a client who was rich and appreciative of her expertise. It remained to be seen whether she would be less than enthusiastic about solving the case of the missing diapers on behalf of the shadiest mobster in the Twin Cities. . . . . “We need more diapers,” Cindy summed up. “We simply do not have the resources with which to blackmail the braniacs who can make all of our academic problems go away, for the simple reason that the list of our academic shortcomings is inexhaustible. If we don't want to lose our charter, we need more diapers.” Cindy was addressing the sorority's brain trust. Trailing the diaper service truck for the first three days of Thanksgiving week had netted them a huge pile of baby diapers, but precious few of the adult variety. In fact, they only had enough to entrap three pigeons, which would nicely cover physics, chemistry and calculus, but the rest of the curriculum was a gigantic black hole eager to swallow the sorority whole. “We could all spend more time hitting the books,” Joyce suggested helpfully. “You know … reduce our exposure.” “Oh, please,” Melanie snorted. Joyce was only in the house because she was a legacy, and she was only on the Council because her older sister had been on the Council. In Melanie's opinion, Joyce Wiggins was proof positive that something had gone terribly wrong with the whole fraternity system. “Does anybody else have any bright ideas?” Cindy shared Melanie's opinion of both the fraternity system in general and Joyce Wiggins in particular. “I have a suggestion,” Tippi started to say. “Who the fuck let that cat in here,” Janis screamed. “Everybody in the house knows that I'm allergic to cat hair. And who the fuck would name a cat 'Blofeld' in the first place? That's just plain sick!” “As I was saying.” Tippi tried again. “Blofeld is an oriental shorthair, and they don't shed,” Melanie sniffed. “So, calm down, already.” “And what's with you and psychopaths, anyway? I mean, really … you boo Batman, and cheer for the Joker. You don't get Smart, but you write fan letters to Siegfried. And you name your fucking cat after the creepiest guy ever to crawl across the silver screen. And who put you in charge of this meeting, anyway?" “Actually, Cindy's in charge.” “Would anyone like to hear my idea,” Tippi asked yet again. A tall, slender, hauntingly beautiful nineteen year old blonde from New Ulm, Tippi rarely spoke up. In fact, she worked hard to stay out of the limelight. Tippi's parents had not done their daughter any favors when they named her for New Ulm's most famous export. From elementary school to university, every boy who crossed her path had asked her the same, dreary question. “Tippi has the floor,” Cindy proclaimed, pounding the table with her gavel in a bold attempt to restore order. “Laying low today was a good idea because we have to assume that whoever owns the diaper service will now have someone shadowing his delivery truck. For the same reason, we should back off tomorrow as well. Rather than trailing the truck, we should send a team to hang out at three different addresses on his route-- addresses widely spaced. If we spot one car at all three locations, we'll know what's what. Then, we get back to work on Wednesday, but we only target one drop … the large, adults only apartment complex down in Bloomington that he hit late in the afternoon two weeks ago. There'll be at least a week's worth of used diapers waiting outside somebody's door, which I am going to steal before the driver gets there. We'll stuff some dirty, old rags into the bag so that it looks and feels the same, and once he's gone, I'll also grab the clean diapers. We get two weeks worth of adult diapers in one go, and give these creeps the middle finger in the process. Then we give our pigeons enough diapers for three or four days, forcing them to visit the laundromat twice a week … for double the humiliation. We'll end up with maybe nine guys doing our coursework, and the Great Diaper Heist of 1979 will be just another unsolved crime.” “Any other ideas,” Cindy asked as she scanned the room. “No? Then we'll vote on Tippi's proposal in accordance with house rules. All in favor so signify by touching the tip of your nose with your right hand; all opposed so signify by grabbing your left ear lobe with your left hand.” Cindy once again scanned the room. “The ayes have it, and the vote is unanimous. Tippi and I will take care of business tomorrow, and on Wednesday. The rest of you get to work drawing up a target list. Finals are just a couple of weeks away, and some of us have term papers. We need to trap our pigeons this weekend, and have them in diapers by Monday next at the latest!”

Author's Note. Before proceeding, I wanted to thank Brutal_Ink for coming up with this universe. I've actually made some changes to the first chapters because on reread there were some things I missed that are Kalvassa setting lore that I wasn't thinking about at the time I was writing the first chapters. There were also some dyslexia related typos that actually really mattered with how they touched on lore. I'd made a point to reread all of their work, works set in the Classified universe, and a Home in the Hills before starting and some Classified stuff still slipped in so I wanted to fix some of that. The details are fairly minor but important from a world building and continuity standpoint. So, even if you've read the first chapters originally, it may be worth a reread. The second thing is, the story changed significantly. I realized I'd boxed myself into a timeline that I didn't have the ability to resolve so some changes were made there too. Consider this adjustment to be the start of a version 1.1. Part 1: Surviving Chapter 1 The atmospheric river pounded Port Alki for the third night in a row. Two inches already today, with two more days of rain in store, snow would probably set in after that. At least that’s what they had been saying on the news and the city was taking it seriously enough to be blowing up people’s SmartBands with weather warnings. It was so soon after Solstice Day that stores still had their decorations up, tongue-in-cheek depictions of traditional summer activities done in winter. Holiday travel and bad weather kept most people off the streets. The city was piling up sandbags along the banks of the King Chuck river but the fear was that it was just going to be a stop gap, which meant even emergency alerts. Bad weather, bad vibes for the next few days, and a lot of people still being out of town did make for a quiet, nearly empty autobus ride across the bridge over Lake Unity to the posh suburbs of Rainwood more bearable. Arinae didn’t care about the rainstorm. Even two hours after getting off the bus her hair was barely dry, she was more focused on the underground show that she’d found herself schelping all the way across the white cap covered lake from her squat in University Hill for. She was focused on her headache, her anxiety from the crowded space, and the constant rolling in her tummy, trying to wait out all three before her friend’s set. She wrote off the nausea as nothing, probably anxiety or the bulgogi tacos from that questionable fusion truck near the bus stop at 23rd and Denny that she’d had before dipping in. Here, she felt safe and warm in a loud basement, packed in with 30-40 other people, mostly women but some trans men, enbys, and a few gay guys and maybe one or two straight men who wandered in to hit on girls not knowing, or more likely not caring, that half of the people who identified as women either didn’t like dick and the other half probably had one. It was dark and sweaty and Arinae could tell deodorant was an accessory for at least enough of them for there to be a musky smell of B.O. in the basement turned impromptu punk venue. Well, B.O., weed, and a sort of ammonia smell that told her Roland must have done a rush job cleaning the place up and didn’t air the place out. She became acutely aware that she couldn’t remember if she remembered to put on deodorant either. Arinae stood in the corner of the hot, stuffy venue, leaning up against the decaying drywall and generally trying to not be touched and avoid touching others. She couldn’t really see faces in the crowd and the singers were lit up from makeshift ground lights that made everyone look like they were telling a scary story at camp. Sound coming from all around her head was overwhelming but directed, forceful sound in the back corner of a basement, just being slammed with the noise of untuned instruments and the off key, raging vocals of the hot trans woman in a dirty seifuku just felt nice. She felt the rhythm in her chest. The pressure of the sound waves was like a weighted blanket or a hug, just constant, thruming pressure that felt nice. In short doses, she could vibe with it before she’d have to go up for air and head out into the rain for a breather, stim, and puff on her vape before going back in. The girl in the Seifuku had finished their set by the time Arinae came back in and No Kill Shelter was on, they weren’t the band Arinae had come to see, per se, her friend Jaz had gotten back out of DJing and megaglitch music and back into punk and their new band Neon Pulse was supposed to be playing tonight. It was Neon Pulse’s first show, but the basement of the seasonal punk house belonged to the lead singers' grandparents and they spent six months of the year in the northern hemisphere, so for six months, it got to be full of us. Arinae forced the prettiest smile she could with the nausea from across the dark basement at the puppy girl bassist on stage. The woman was wearing a pet play mask so Arinae couldn’t tell if she smiled back. Cute, Even without her face visible her body should have been attractive. Arinae felt like she should feel more though. She couldn’t even be sure the puppy girl or the seifuku girl had even seen her. Maybe she did like men after all? Or maybe not. Who knows? At this point though, she’d have settled for anyone, of any gender who didn’t have more red flags than a Worker’s Day parade coming over to maybe talk to her. What they would say, she had no idea. “Hey girl, nice tits, are they new?” She scoffed to herself. She couldn’t even imagine a good pick up line she’d even like. How was she supposed to hit on anyone? Being an aloof wall flower hadn’t worked in the about twice a month she’d been coming for the last half year. She’d hoped willowly trans femme with an allure of mystery about her might cause someone to take note but there were like ten of those in this basement alone. Arinae’s headache was getting beyond unpleasant. The pain had crept up from the back of her neck and was now focused in behind her left eye. She noticed she was closing it involuntarily, a sure sign a major headache was going to come on. “Fuck…” she muttered, even saying it out loud caused the contents of her stomach to lurch much closer to the front of her mouth than they should have. Neon Pulse was gonna start soon but the room felt like it was getting hotter and the lights she could see at the stage felt brighter and sharper. Arinae became acutely aware of every single bead of moisture on her body and how much she must also be reeking of B.O. I took a shower before I came, I shouldn’t be feeling this gross. Thought Arinae to herself, peeling away from the corner with a stagger, pain was burning in her calves and stumbled her way to the steps, one hand over her left eye. Fresh air would probably help. With every step, Arinae could feel the pain in her head growing sharper. As she left the immediate noise of the basement, she could hear her Smartband beeping furiously at her. Arinae tried to focus on it but her head hurt too much and her vision wouldn’t focus. It was flashing red. Oh Esvyra, am I dying? She slumped against the wall for support as she climbed the steps one at a time, her worn out, loose shoes griping and flopping irregularly and despite her mortal fear, Arinae regretted that they were gonna give her blisters. She tried to keep her open eye focused on the ground in front of her so the room would stop spinning. A scarier thought came to her, did someone poison me? I only had water earlier and I thought I’d covered it…” On instinct and muscle memory of the house’s layout, Arinae stumbled forward as if she were trying to keep ahead of her own body collapsing. She was in the kitchen now and stumbled past a few people milling about and drinking Roland’s grandparent’s alcohol. She caught a chair with her hip bone, knocking it over and she continued forward. The living room now, the door was in sight, soon she could get air and- The contents of Arinae’s stomach were in more of a hurry than she was. The 21 year old trans girl emptied her stomach on the plush carpet of Roland’s grandparent’s house. That’s when she heard the first “Oh, is she OK?” and then the “Oh shit!s” As she fell to her knees and people rushed over to her. The first responder was a tall guy, maybe late 20s, could be early 30s. Probably the oldest guy here. Taller than her so that meant over six feet at least, maybe six and a half. He had a thick beard, tats, and a little bit of a lisp. Arinae didn’t know his name, but she’d seen him around a few shows. “Hey now girl, easy there,” the large man put his arm around Arinae as he tried to speak softly to her. All the noise from the circle that was forming around her just made Arinae’s head hurt even more. She couldn’t stop puking, she was retching again and again and she knew it wasn’t just just the K-Tacos that was wrong with her “I’m a nurse, I’m gonna help you through this and” he paused. “Oh shit…” he said quietly at first. Arinae began to sob, she’d held it together the whole time until now. “I’mdyingi’mdyingi’mdying” Arinae repeated to herself as dark walls closed in on the edge of her vision and she could feel her heart beating behind her eyes. “If you can find an ELK kit, bring it, NOW!” the nurse hollered at someone. Arinae sobbed and shook with fear. Her bladder released into her jeans and she was hardly aware of anything beyond a warm sensation she couldn’t quite recognize in her state of sheer panic. “Here,” the man said, taking her chin in his hand, “I’m gonna need you to be brave, you’re not dying. I promise you that you are not dying.” Arinae wasn’t any more convinced or less afraid but she nodded anyway, sputtering out tears still. “Here, sweetie, I want you to try each of these and tell me when one tastes good. She bit into the first and all she could taste was the bile in her mouth still. The second one though tasted like the sweetest strawberries she'd ever eaten. “Dat one,” she said, still huffing through her tears and rapid breathing. “L-2,”, he muttered and that’s the precise moment Arinae figured out exactly what was wrong. “Call 333, she needs to get to a NURSAID clinic, now.” She didn’t have food poisoning, she hadn’t been drugged, and she wasn’t dying. It was worse. This was chrysalis. Chapter 2 Arinae woke up in a hospital bed with an IV port in her hand, another line in the crook of her elbow and a tube in her nose, her head still throbbed but she was done puking. Her hair felt oily and she couldn’t immediately find her glasses. She was naked save for the paper gown she wore and she could tell she had some underwear on that felt as clammy as the rest of her. Her hands, she looked at them, they were different, smaller. Everything was bigger. Arinae began to hyperventilate and she felt her heart rate accelerate and one of the monitors started beeping loudly, long single tones with several seconds of gap. The screen was flashing red and even if she couldn’t read the words without her glasses, she still knew what the spiking she was seeing on the monitor was. It was stupid but, panicking and alone, she wished she’d woken up to see her mom sitting in the chair beside the bed, being a good mom. Or even Jaz at least, or Vaellyn coming to see why his long term guest didn’t come home from the party. But it was empty, no one had come for her. Arinae was lonely and terrified and heartbroken. Nobody came, no one was waiting for her to wake up. She was in the hospital and it didn’t matter to anyone. She couldn’t help but to start sobbing. It started soft but the tears soon became loud, wailing cries of anguish that echoed from the barren, sterile beige walls of her room. Chrysalis had always been something far in the future, something to not worry about today and she was confident her SmartBand should have told her it was coming. At least then she could have gone to the proverbial gallows with some preparation. Arinae knew what was coming and that didn’t make it any easier. She felt her life crashing down around her: college, romance, a life of her own all vanishing. She couldn’t remember what that nurse had said she was. She just remembered the sweetest strawberries she’d ever tasted. She could have been a Neutral, if she'd been lucky, but her hands and what she remembered about the ELK kit from the party told another story. One of her siblings was neutral but the other was an L4 and he was still at home with mom and dad. Her family tree was littered with aunts and uncles who were little and she’d always feared that she’d be designated that way when the time came. Some littles fought and protested and demanded to take the tests again but right now, alone in a hospital bed, Arinae could only grieve what her life could have been. She was afraid, for as much as Arinae had hoped in her drowsy moment waking up that she might have seen her mom, she knew she couldn’t go home. Not after how she left. Going back home would mean giving up on being herself even more than a bad evaluation would. Arinae heard a knock on the door, she tried to sniffle out “come in” but her mouth was so dry and her throat so sore the words came out in a hoarse whisper. The door opened slowly and a slightly heavyset woman in cartoon character covered scrubs peaked into the room. Her actual features were blurry but she had cat’s eye glasses and streaks of grey in her tied back, black hair. “You’re awake,” she observed the obvious. Arinae weakly nodded. “Where am I-” she croaked out. The woman came to her bedside and took a look at the screens hooked up to all the wires connected to her and wrote down what she was seeing in the tablet she carried before looking over towards Arinae. “Do you remember your name, sweetie?” Her voice was kind but detached. Arinae was just another patient. The warmth was real but surface level. “Arinae,” the girl said, her throat burning with every word. “Arinae Eyfring.” The nurse smiled. “That’s a good girl,” Arinae’s stomach turned, before tonight ‘good girl’ was pure gender euphoria but after chrysalis, it felt like doom. Like she’d only ever be ‘sweetie’ or ‘good girl’. Never hot. Never beautiful. “Now, a few other questions. Can you tell me the date and who the Prime Minister is?” “22 Agaris, 2624 KY,” she choked out, “the Prime Minister is Madrene Korvalder, now please,” she pleaded, “where am I? The nurse looked satisfied with her answers and nodded as she entered the responses into the table, “well, it was the 16th and Korvalder was the Prime Minister when you came in, so I think that counts.” Arinae’s heart sank, how much time had she lost? The nurse seemed to read her mind. “Don’t worry dear, you’ve been here for about seven weeks under medical supervision. There was a leadership spill over some corruption business, you didn’t miss the 2625 election or anything. Don’t worry, you got it right enough.” The nurse reassured before putting her hand on the railing of Arinae’s bed. Even without the hand on her, Arinae flinched as it came close. The nurse cocked an eyebrow and made another entry on her datapad. “The doctor will tell you more but you’re at NURSAID Harborview in the Step Down unit. You’re still in Port Alki but you’ve been very sick.” The nurse took her hand off the rail and instead walked over to one of the room’s counters and came back bearing Arinae’s glasses. In that moment, she was an angel giving her back the gift of sight. She could tell the frames were too big for her face but at least now she could see. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Doctor Eadwulf knows that you’re awake. He can tell you more but, my dear, you need to rest. Breathe, your heart rate’s in the 130s. You are safe here.” Arinae broke into fresh tears, she wasn’t safe no matter what the woman said. “It’s OK sweetie, it’s OK…” the nurse’s voice was so warm, so tender and gentle that Arinae wanted to believe her. “I’ll get the doctor. He’ll be here in a jiffy. Once you’ve talked with him we can get that feeding tube out and you can have a real meal in a few hours. I know it’s hard to talk right now so just press this button if you need anything,” she held up the call button and placed it beside Arinae in bed, making sure to move calmly and deliberately to avoid touching the girl. “My name is Min if you want to ask for me.” Arinae didn’t know how long she’d been alone before the doctor came in. There was no clock to keep time with and no distractions to keep her mind busy. She just alternated between crying and being too burned out and weak to keep crying. Seven weeks of her life were spent in a hospital bed. The knock on the door interrupted her feeling sorry for herself. The doctor was also similarly middle aged, with a salt and pepper beard, thinning hair, and glasses. He came into the room with a general sense of being rushed and overworked. Arinae could see the dark circles under his eyes. “Mist-Miss Eyfring,” he caught himself, but not soon enough for Arinae to not notice the misgendering. “I’m Doctor Eadwulf,” he sat down in the chair beside her bed where her friends should have been. “I know you’ve got a lot of questions and I want to do everything I can to explain what happened to you, what we’ve been doing, and what our next steps are going to be.” He paused briefly, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement before continuing. “Yeah, sure…” Ariane mumbled. Dr. Eadwulf gave her a slight smile. “Good. Now, this conversation can be emotional, you may have big feelings and that’s OK but we’re going to listen first and talk later, is that understood?,” bastard had no beside manner. She wasn’t a child, at least not yet. She wasn’t sure if the misgendering or the condescension was worse, but decided that this guy sucked either way. She did nod though, she was too weak and her throat hurt too bad to really interrupt anyway. “Good girl,” he said and Arinae cringed, the last time she’d been called a good girl before tonight was when she went back to a rented hotel room with some designated CG woman she’d brought back to where she was staying after meeting her at a bar show. That had been about four months ago. The sex had been…well, nonexistent. She’d been too afraid when the time came. They had just cuddled and Arinae couldn’t stop crying when her fling for the night stroked her pink hair and called her a good girl while they were flirting. If freaking out about being touched didn’t kill the mood and make it weird enough, that put it over the top. She’d never returned any of the woman’s messages after that. “Alright, so, to begin we first tried to detect any CHITs in your blood work and were surprised that we didn’t find any. Good for you, of course, we would have had to alert the authorities if they had been found.” “Subsequent tests revealed that you’d experienced onset about 3 months ago. However, we think the hormones you’ve been taking may have interfered with the SmartBand’s ability to detect hormonal changes associated with the process. Basically, you were putting up so much hormonal ‘noise’ that the signal got lost.” This guy fucking sucked. Her hormones weren’t noise and it wasn’t her fault that the bands were made with cis people in mind. She did flash back though to being given those informed consent pamphlets earlier in the year. They had warned of possible side effects; blood clots, gallbladder stuff, and one of them that she’d skimmed over was interference with chrysalis hormone detection. If it was known about enough to be in the pamphlet, it was all the worse that it wasn’t built into the design! “Your hormones made it so your body was going through significant changes without any alert to report for classification and receive medical assistance. The night you came in, you were in stage 2 CDRD. That’s why you were so sick. Your body was shutting down. We got you stable in the ER and started you on hormone stabilization and began growth regulation treatment after nanites repaired your organs and the team had confidence that you’d survive.” Survive. The gravity of it all hit her. If it weren’t for that nurse at the show, if it weren’t for being at the show she could have died on the floor of Vaellyn’s parent’s rumpus room. She hadn’t been feeling well in the days leading up to the show, but thought it was a cold. Headaches weren’t unusual and she chalked up the aching joints and general feeling of unease to sleeping on a lumpy, unsupportive sofa in a mildewy basement for a few weeks. She’d lost some weight too, but she just assumed that was not having money to eat more than a meal a day. Her shoes felt too big but she’d assumed the old canvas sneakers were just wearing out. Arinae winced and put her head in her small hands. There it was, the death sentence. So many assumptions that could be written off at the time but were damning in hindsight. Doctor Eadwulf had stopped his explanation, he kept his eyes locked on her and she was sure he could imagine what she was processing. “It’s fairly traumatic when someone undergoes Chrysalis without support, mentally but also physically, all the more so for a Little,” he continued after a few seconds. Arinae wasn’t sure if that was meant to be reassuring or not. “You’ve been here about seven and a half weeks and since you were already past onset, going off data we had from your SmartBand, the endocrinologist who’s been part of your care team believes you’re about four and a half months into Chrysalis.” “Since you’ve been with us we’ve noticed a reduction in height and weight. Your last measurement was on Midris, two-” he looked at his watch, “three days ago, when you work the night rotation it’s sometimes hard to keep track.” “Anyway, your last measurement with us has you at 59.8 inches. Your measurement six months ago was 68 per your chart. Your weight has gone down significantly to 108 pounds, we have your last measurement at 159, so a very sharp drop off there. Your shrinking should be more even and gradual now that you’re on the stabilizers but you’d lost a few inches and nearly twenty pounds in the last three weeks from the metrics we got from your SmartBand.” “Classic CDRD, your body was trying to reduce the volume of fluid and tissue and it was attacking itself. Stage 2 was when your body has attacked your organs so severely, damage occurs. Not irreversible yet, but enough to be an emergency.” Everything made sense, her hands, the size of everything. Her loose clothes, her floppy shoes, her aching joints, it just all fell into place. She was the height of maybe a teenager now and her weight was even lower than that. She felt tears in her eyes but this guy had been such a prick about her hormones and so matter of fact about everything she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of crying in front of him. She held it back even as her lip quivered involuntarily. “Now that you’re awake, tomorrow we’re going to begin the assessments. You’re going to get them on a tighter time frame than most would because you’re further along and knowing your classification is going to be vital in the coming days and weeks. If you’re below an L4, we can contact your parents to come pick you up, or if you’d like we can place you for adoption. It’s your choice.” He said with a patronizing smile. “Adoption,” Arinae said without hesitation. Doctor Eadwulf raised his brow and Arinae felt a little bit of satisfaction in getting a rise out of him. “Hmm.” was his only response to that as he jotted something down on his tablet. “I’m sure we can arrange for a caregiver then if you fall below L4” he said, looking back up at her. He stood up and stretched a bit. “It was good to sit down for a moment but you’re not my only patient tonight. I understand Min is going to come in with some breakfast for you” “Right now we’re going to have you on something bland, scrambled eggs and toast was the order I put in for you. Let’s just see if you can hold that down first and then we’ll discuss getting that tube out of your nose. After that, get some sleep. Tomorrow is classification day for you.” He stood up and walked towards the door, putting his hand on the knob before turning around, as if remembering something he’d forgotten to mention or as if he savored delivering the most devastating blow last. “Oh, and Min should probably change you while she’s at it, I can smell that you’re wet from here.” Fucking bastard.

A Summer with Christina By Meeseeks88 This is a story of fiction and fantasy. Chapter 1 – A New Start At the age of twenty-one, I had finally moved out of my parent’s house and into my own place. It felt great that I could finally be independent and not have to live under the same roof as my Mum and Dad. Even better was the fact that Summer had finally arrived and I had two weeks off work. Everything was falling into place nicely. However, there was a particular reason as to why I was so excited to be finally living on my own. Most people probably wouldn’t understand but I’d had an obsession with nappies for as long as I can remember. I don’t really remember wearing them as a baby but when I was six-years-old, I had a little bed wetting issue. My parents decided the best thing was to keep me in nappies at bedtime. I remembered kicking and screaming about it at the time but as the nights went on, I began to embrace them and enjoyed the comfort and protection that they gave me. After a week or two, I stopped wetting the bed and have never worn a nappy since. As I grew older, I would always get a little excited seeing young mothers changing their babies or seeing a diaper commercial on the TV. Even someone mentioning nappies during a conversation was enough make me feel all giddy inside. The feeling never seemed to leave me. I had always dreamed of wearing nappies again but could never do it whilst living at home. But now that I had my independence, I was finally free to embrace my desire. I had been planning it for weeks and weeks. There was a pharmacy about a twenty-minute walk away from me. I had been there not so long ago with my mother to pick up a few toiletries for my new flat. However, as we had been going up and down the aisles…I saw them. Right at the end of the ‘Incontinence’ aisle was a large stack of adult nappies. I remember my heart racing with excitement at just the sight of them. I knew right then and there that one day I would return. As it turned out, that day was today. I had been waiting for this day for so long. I eagerly got dressed that morning and skipped breakfast. I grabbed my backpack that I used for my job and headed out of the door. The sky was grey and it looked as if it was going to rain. I had made the mistake of dressing for the summer and was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. That wasn’t going to stop me though and I set off. The thought of wearing a nappy had my mind racing. I was finally going to be reunited with that feeling of comfort and embrace that I had experienced all those years ago. Usually, it would take twenty minutes to reach the pharmacy but I’m fairly sure I did it in half that time due to the excitement. As my destination grew nearer and nearer, I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart beginning to beat a little bit faster. I had finally arrived and was ready to fulfil my desire. I took a deep breath and walked inside. Chapter 2 – Christina The pharmacy wasn’t that busy but there were enough people around to help me blend in. I tried to act as natural as I could and began my journey to the ‘Incontinence’ aisle. As I got closer, it seemed to get busier and I started to wonder if I could actually go through with this. I quickly went down one of the aisles and pretended to browse the deodorant whilst I calmed my nerves. Eventually, the crowd of people seemed to disappear and I decided to take my chance. I walked a bit further down the pharmacy until once again…I saw them. A pack of medium adult nappies was staring me in the face. My heart began to race again as I was now just inches away from the thing that I had wanted more than anything. I took a quick look around to see if anybody was watching before picking up the pack and sticking it under my arm. I did my best to cover the large label that read ‘Adult Nappies’ on the front as I made my way through the pharmacy and over to the cashier. However, I saw a large queue of people standing in line, waiting to be served. Although I could feel myself trembling, I decided not to talk myself out of my purchase and quickly joined the queue. I stared at the floor and focused on my feet as they shuffled closer and closer to the cashier. After what felt like an eternity, I was finally served. I handed the adult nappies to a young gentleman who was serving. I could barely look him in the eye and pretty much threw my money at him. After paying for the nappies, I very quickly stuffed them into my backpack and made sure to zip it up as tight as I could. I had done it. I was officially the owner of some adult nappies. A big grin appeared on my face as I began to make my way towards the exit. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice call my name. ‘Hi Jake’, said the voice. I turned around to see Christina. She was my mother’s best friend and I had pretty much known her my entire life. I started to panic and could feel myself sweating. How long had she been here?’ I wondered, ‘Did she see what I had purchased?’ ‘Hi Christina’, I replied. ‘Fancy seeing you here’, she grinned. ‘Yeah’, I smiled, ‘I…er…just had to pick something up’. Technically, I wasn’t lying. ‘How is your Mum doing?’ she asked, ‘I’m hoping to pop in and see her this week’. My brain could barely take anything in. I was so focused on leaving the pharmacy that I could only answer in short sentences. ‘She’s fine’, I replied. Christina smiled, ‘well tell her I said ‘hi’. I’ll see you soon’. ‘Will do’, ‘I said and left the pharmacy as quickly as I could. Outside, it had started raining. With a twenty-minute walk ahead of me, I quickly began to make my way back home. I realised that a t-shirt and shorts may not have been the best thing to wear today. That didn’t matter though. My heart was still pounding with excitement as I felt the weight of the nappies in my backpack. I couldn’t wait to get home and try one on. As I continued walking quickly down the road, a car pulled up next to me. As the window rolled down, I saw Christina sitting in the driver’s seat. ‘Hi Jake, I thought that was you’, she shouted out the window, ‘hop in and I’ll give you a ride home’. I quickly began to feel slightly nervous about what I was carrying in my backpack. ‘That’s ok’, I replied as calmly as I could, ‘I don’t mind walking’. ‘Don’t be silly’, she replied, ‘you’ll be soaking wet by the time you get home. You don’t even have a coat’. I quickly realised that I didn’t have much of a choice and so I reluctantly agreed. I got into the car and placed the backpack firmly between my knees. ‘Wow, it’s really starting to rain out there!’ she exclaimed. ‘It sure is’, I smiled, ‘thank you for giving me a ride home’. ‘It’s no problem. Your mother told me that you’d got yourself a new place all to yourself’, Christina said, ‘it’s just around the corner from my house’. ‘I hadn’t even realised’, I chuckled. ‘It’s nice to have some independence. I bet you feel like a big boy now’, she giggled. I smiled nervously. Ironically, with a pack of nappies currently in my backpack, I wasn’t exactly feeling like a ‘big boy’. Christina noticed the backpack between my knees. ‘What’s in the bag?’ she asked curiously. I quickly began to panic. ‘Oh, it’s…erm…I had a sore throat so…erm…I bought some medicine for it from the pharmacy’, I replied. I had never been a good liar and I had a feeling that Christina didn’t believe me. Regardless, she didn’t say anything and we carried on driving. After a few minutes, we were almost back at my flat. I could barely contain my excitement and knew that I would soon be wearing a nappy again for the first time. ‘Would you like to pop to my house for a quick coffee?’ asked Christina. ‘No thanks’, I quickly replied. ‘Oh, no problem’, said Christina sounding almost a little disappointed. I suddenly felt very guilty. I was aware that she lived on her own and she probably wouldn’t mind some company. After giving me a lift home, the least I could do was have a quick coffee with her. ‘Actually, a coffee sounds really nice’, I smiled. Christina smiled back at me as we drove around the corner and stopped outside her house. As we headed inside, I kept my backpack as close to my body as I could. I wanted nothing more than to rip the pack of nappies open and try one on but I knew it was going to be worth the wait. However, as Christina closed the front door behind us, I had no idea that my life was about to change. Chapter 3 – The Truth is Revealed As we walked into the living room, I was asked to take my shoes off. As I did, I noticed that on the coffee table was a children’s colouring book. Christina noticed the confusion on my face. ‘I babysit my niece sometimes’, she said, ‘she was here yesterday’. ‘Ah that explains it’, I replied chuckling, ‘I didn’t think you had any children’. Her smile quickly faded, ‘no I don’t’, she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. As she walked into the kitchen to make some coffee, I was worried that I had upset her somehow. I decided not to worry too much about it and made myself comfortable on the sofa. I put my backpack down on the floor. As I held it tightly between my feet, the urge to look at the pack of nappies became too great. I could barely contain my excitement anymore. ‘Just one little peek isn’t going to hurt’, I thought. I peered my head around the corner to make sure that Christina wasn’t close by. I leant down and slowly opened the zip. I was then greeted by the light blue package with ‘Adult Nappies’ written on the side. My heart began to beat a little faster as I placed my hand around the pack of nappies and gently squeezed it. I could feel the thick padding from the outside and was shaking with excitement knowing that I would be wearing one of them when I got home. Suddenly, Christina walked in with two cups of coffee. Panicking, I quickly zipped up my backpack. However, the backpack didn’t seem to be closing. I looked down and saw that the zip had got caught in the pack of nappies. I pulled harder but the backpack refused to close. ‘Everything alright?’ asked Christina as she saw me struggling with my backpack. ‘It’s fine’, I quickly replied as I desperately attempted to close it, ‘the zip has just got a bit stuck’. ‘Pass it here’, she smiled, ‘I’ll sort it’. ‘NO’, I shouted, taking Christina by surprise. ‘Calm down Jake’, she replied slightly shaken, ‘I was only offering to help’. ‘I’m sorry’, I said as I began frantically pulling on the pack of nappies to try and free the zip. ‘It’s ok’, replied Christina, ‘it looks as if you’ve got something caught on the…’ She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. I looked up at her to see her eyes staring down at the backpack. As I looked back down, the bright blue pack that read ‘Adult Nappies’ was now poking out of the top of the backpack for all to see. ‘Are those…nappies?’ Christina asked. ‘Um…I …erm’, I began to stammer. ‘Well, those aren’t going to help your sore throat’, she giggled before a puzzled look appeared on her face, ‘did you buy those at the pharmacy? Why did you buy nappies?’ I had no answer to give her. I suddenly felt my bottom lip begin to tremble and tears forming in my eyes. ‘Oh, it’s ok’, said Christina as she came over and put her arm around me. ‘Please don’t tell my Mum’, I said sobbing and now fearing that my secret was beginning to reveal itself. ‘Aw of course I won’t’, smiled Christina, ‘it’s nothing to be ashamed of. A friend of mine suffers from a weak bladder and wears protective underwear. I’m sure that if I told your parents, they would support you’. ‘No’, I quickly replied, I don’t have a weak bladder’. ‘Then…why did you buy a pack of adult nappies?’ Christina asked now feeling very confused. I took a deep breath and managed to get my emotions under control. I knew that there was nothing I could say now apart from the truth. ‘I…I just wanted to…try them’, I replied nervously. ‘Why on earth would you want to wear a nappy?’ exclaimed Christina. I shrugged my shoulders. ‘They just looked comfortable’, I said whilst feeling very embarrassed. Christina raised her eyebrow as she tried to understand what I was telling her. ‘So, you just want to go around wearing a nappy…like a baby?’ she asked dumbfounded. ‘I…I guess so’, I replied, ‘please don’t say anything to anyone’. Christina remained silent for a few seconds before pulling her arm away and looking at me. ‘I promise I won’t tell anyone’, she replied. I sighed with relief. ‘I do have a question though’, said Christina. ‘What’s that?’ I questioned. ‘Do you actually know how to put a nappy on?’ she asked. I thought about it for a moment and realised that despite my desire to wear a nappy, I actually had no idea how to put one on. ‘I was just going to figure it out I guess’, I replied shrugging my shoulders. ‘If you don’t put it on properly then it will just fall off’, said Christina, ‘I don’t mind showing you how to do it’. My eyes widened. I suddenly felt very excited. Not only was I getting to wear a nappy again but Christina was offering to put it on me. ‘Would you like that?’ she asked as I sat there trying to control myself. I nodded nervously. She smiled and told me to wait on the sofa whilst she went into the other room. I wasn’t sure what she was doing until she returned with a padded mat and a bottle of powder. As she placed the mat on the floor, I realised that it was a changing mat. ‘It’s happening’, I thought to myself, ‘It’s finally happening!’

Now available on Amazon with a preview of Volume 2 Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SP7Q3WD Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1071417185 _______________________________________ Chapter 1 “So why are you here?” She smiled when she said it; you could tell it was routine, the first question she always asked, and the smile was just good service. Staring across the desk, slumped in his chair, not sure where to put his hands or how to answer and preserve some pride, Eric didn’t respond right away. “I guess … I just don’t want to be here anymore,” Eric replied while keeping his eyes on the desk. Cheryl was used to this. Not many people who came to an adoption center wanted to talk about it. Except the exhibitionists; they wouldn’t stop talking about it, but it was obvious from his body language and mumbling tone that Eric wasn’t here for any of those reasons. “I understand, honey,” Cheryl said, softening her voice, “a lot of people feel that way. Can I ask you some questions about how you feel?” Eric knew what coming; he’d asked the same questions himself more times than he cared to remembered. He nodded. “Do you feel like hurting yourself?” “No.” Flat, matter of fact, and truthful. “Have you ever felt like hurting yourself?” “No.” “Do you feel like hurting someone else?” “No.” Have you ever felt like hurting someone else?” “No.” Cheryl ticked off boxes on her iPad while Eric waited patiently. “I’m so glad to hear that. Can I ask a few more?” She didn’t pause for him to answer. “Have you ever been diagnosed with any of the following? Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Personality Disorder, Dissociative disorder?” “Just depression and anxiety,” Eric said as he pushed back in his chair and exhaled. He’d been with depression for eight years and had this conversation with every new doctor and therapist he’d been to in that time. It was boring. Before Cheryl could get her next word out, Eric answered her next question. “I’m taking 150mg of Bupropion once a day and Xanax as needed. I’ve was seeing a therapist every other week until about 6 months ago. Her names is in the paperwork I brought with me. I’d say my depression and anxiety are both well controlled.” “Good,” she said, “That’s all good. Do you mind if I call your therapist to talk with her?” “No, that’s fine.” “Good. I need to be sure your decision isn’t being influenced by your depression or anxiety. So, back to what you were saying earlier, you ‘don’t want to be here anymore.’ Can you tell me more about that?” Cheryl leaned forward, trying to help Eric engage. “I’m work for the county…I’m a social worker…” Cheryl was practiced at this. Nod, say nothing, the client will fill the silence when they’re ready. “I … I …” Eric sucked in air and held back a sob. “I just can’t stay here anymore. I can’t … keep doing this.” Cheryl pushed her box of tissues toward Eric, who reached into his pocket and pulled out a cotton handkerchief. Dabbing at his eyes, he said started again. “Kenard Bering was my client. You probably didn’t hear about that. Good kid, not a trouble maker; wasn’t going to be any project to Harvard story, but he was on track, ya know. And he gets shot over a fucking cellphone.” Tears dripped, and Eric occasional wiped them away as he fell into a soliloquy: “Second kid in a year killed ……………. Dies at school from a fucking asthma attack. When’s the last time you heard of anyone dying from a fucking asthma attack ……………. And this asshole cop says to this 14 year old, ‘well, what are you doing to make your mother hit you? I couldn’t believe it, I … who the fuck says that or even thinks that way? How do you send a kid home who doesn’t want to go home? ……………. Burned ……………. Dropped out ……………. Caught with a weapon his mother game him. And that was after she beat him for losing a fight ……………. But so what if he graduates, right? ‘Cause it’s not like there’s anything but a mop or an apron waiting for him out there ……………. Left her kid to sit in his own shit while she went to get high and doesn’t even tell the cop the kid is home alone ……………. Jail ……………. 12 years old and pregnant and bipolar and both parents on drugs – what can I even do for that? ……………. He had priors ……………. I lost him to the pipeline ……………. Caught out on a corner ……………. Neighborhood says the cops did it ……………. ……………. ……………. ……………. …………….” Eric had stopped crying. He wasn’t sad. He was angry and disgusted and indignant. “For every one I save, whatever that means, there’s five I don’t. It’s like watching a never ending catastrophe and it rips my guts out every time.” Tired now, he slumped back in his chair, “Everyone said give it a year, you’ll get hardened to it. And I never did. Eight years, never gets better, never gets worse. It just is. And I can’t do it anymore. I can’t see it anymore.” Cheryl nodded her, “Uh huh…” waiting to see if Eric had more to say. When she thought he was done, she asked, “That sounds very hard for you. Can you tell me, though, why go to the other dimension? That’s pretty drastic; couldn’t you just change jobs?” “No,” Eric answered, “Because I know it’s all out there. I can’t live with myself if I quit. Or at least I can’t do it here.” That made sense to her. A sad kind of sense. Eric sounded like the kind of person there are too few of, but those qualities that made him so valuable to everyone else were the same qualities that made him so unhappy. Classic burnout. It wasn’t the first time Cheryl had seen this in a client, but it was obviously the worst, and she understood how Eric could believe there would never be an end to it if he stayed. He might even be right, she thought. “Eric, I’m going to be very frank with you. The dimension is more like our world than a lot of people want to admit. In some ways, it’s much, much worse, the way they treat people like us. It’s different in different countries, but in some of them we’re not seen as people. If you’ve heard anyone compare it to slavery and torture, they weren’t wrong. How does that make you feel?” Eric wasn’t surprised. He’d heard it all. It was right there in the web forums: kidnapping, mutilation, mind alteration. Even “Island of Dr. Moreau.” “I know,” Eric replied. “That’s why I came here and not some other place.” “Because you know we only work with people who live in Itali?” “Yeah.” “Well, that was smart of you. Some people get impatient and will go anywhere, or just go somewhere in the dimension and take their chances. You seem like someone who does his research, but I just want to tell you some things to separate fact from fiction: · Itali only permits adoptions through license agencies like ours, and they only adopt direct from our dimension to Itali. Not from any of the other countries there. · While humans can live there independently with the same rights at Bigs, if you adopt yourself out, you’ll have the same rights as a minor there. Anything that is permissible for a Big to do to their own children can be done to you. Anything that is impermissible for a Big to do to their own children cannot be done to you. · You can select the stage of life you wish to begin with as a Little: newborn, infant or toddler. Those are the only choices. That is binding on the Bigs who adopt from us. However, they retain the right to decide the details associated with your stage of life, which may vary from your expectations. Whether and at what pace you progress through life stages, and what point, if any, you stop progressing, is up to the Big. If you choose or consent to it, your Big may further regress you from your current stage at any time. · You’ll notice we call them Bigs. They call us Littles. ‘Amazon’ is a pejorative there. · There’s no amending the adoption agreement. It says what it says. We can make your wishes known to prospective parents, but they can break any promise they make. But we don’t adopt out to just anyone. We thoroughly inspect all of our clients. We wouldn’t work with them if we believed they were bad people. · Our adoption agreement prohibits the following: o Involuntary physical or mental alteration o Giving, selling, or trading Littles o Having custody of any Little not adopted through an agency licensed in Itali o Violations of any Itali laws; suspicion of violations to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Withholding or unduly delaying adequate medical care o Abuse, neglect, or negligence as defined by The Agency; suspicion of abuse, neglect, or negligence to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Traveling with the Little to, or sending the Little to, any country where any of the above are not expressly forbidden by law · We have offices in Itali that conduct surprise inspections and work with the authorities there. If they find any violation of the adoption agreement, under the treaty permitting inter-dimensional adoptions between us and Itali, the police are required by law take you into their custody and return you to us. · Unless your parents violate the adoption agreement, you must remain with them as their Little for 10 years. You can asked to be returned to us, but they are not obligated to comply. Conversely, they can return you to us whenever they choose. At the end of those 10 years, you can decide to stay their Little, return to us, or remain in Itali as a full and independent citizen. · Your property and assets with be placed in a trust our non-profit partner manages. If choose to return to us or to become an independent citizen after 10 years, your property will be returned to you less the what we spend eliminating any remaining debt you have here. If you choose to stay a Little after 10 years, your assets, property, and any interest are liquidated, the revenue will be used to pay off your debt, and anything left over will be donated to fund the non-profit. I just want to remind you that Itali is like here; there are good people and bad people. We only work with good, but if you’re looking for a Utopia, that’s not Itali. Does all that make sense? Do you have any questions?” “No. Well, I guess yeah – what happens next,” Eric asked. Eric was familiar with provisions like these. It was part of his job, dealing with foster parents and adoptions. This aligned closely to the laws of he was used to dealing with. He made a lot of those inspections over the years himself. “I know that was a lot to take in,” Cheryl answered, “It’s all in the paperwork I’m going to send you home with. If you have any questions, please reach out to me, and we will be testing you to ensure you read and understood the adoption agreement before we approve you for adoption. So next I’m going to process all the information on those forms we asked you to bring in, then I’m going to call you doctors and last therapist. Our compliance department is going to run the background check you’re allowing us to do, and that includes all of your financial history so we know what we’re taking on when if you decide to move forward. Once that’s done, I’ll be in touch. It usually takes about 10 days for the average person. I’m guessing because of your job you’re going to appear in a lot of court records, so it may take longer. And in the meantime you just go about your life like normal. Don’t make any drastic decisions; don’t go on a spending spree; don’t do anything dangerous or stupid. Anything like that has the potential to cause us to reject your application. If you have any questions, you can call me or one of our licensed therapists – I really encourage everyone to do that anyway. And if at any time you change your mind and want to just forget this, we can do that, too; everything here is confidential, and all your records will be destroyed. Do you have any more questions right now?” With her monologue done, Eric thought for a moment. It was a lot to take in, and even though he was far from the end of it, everything seemed very real now. “Uh, not a question really. Can I tell you one thing I’m looking for in a Big,” Eric asked. “Of course.” Eric felt sheepish. He’d thought about this a lot, and he was embarrassed by it, as if this entire thing weren’t embarrassing. “I don’t know what life stage I want to start at, but, uh, can you, um, put it in my file that I don’t think I ever want to grow up again?” “I can’t promise your Big would abide by that, but I will put it in your file, and we’ll try do our best to find a Big who wants the same as you. Anything else?” “No,” Eric said as he stood up and stuck his hand out. “Thank you for your help. I’ll do all the things you said.” “Thank you for coming in today,” Cheryl replied as she shook Eric’s hand. As Eric reached the door, Cheryl felt compelled to add, “Eric, we’re going to make sure everything turns out right for you. I’ll make sure. And while all this is going on, please … just try to take care of yourself … for me.” Eric nodded and left. Cheryl liked Eric. She had a soft spot for people who had soft spots, and she knew people like Eric were worth protecting. We need more people like him in this world, Cheryl thought, but he needs something else. She understood why Eric wanted to be with a Big who didn’t want him to grow up: so he’d never have to see the kinds of things he saw everyday here. Returning to her desk, Erica started taking in on her notes for the file: Eric is 29 years old and suffers from depression and anxiety which are well controlled with medication … overwhelmed by work and the suffering he sees in the world … is educated and intelligent … is a sensitive and kind person … appears physically healthy … exhibits signs of PTSD, though he has not been diagnosed, and may benefit from therapy post-adoption … will likely need substantial emotional support ... did not admit to any fetish as a motivator .. may have trouble adapting ... desires to NOT progress from initial stage of life … will likely match best with a female head of household looking to dote on her Little and who has a large support network …

Little Bee: Chapter 1 Note: this story takes place in the world of “Classified: A New Life” as written by Brutal_Ink. I hope that I can do justice to their wonderfully creative work and compelling world setting. Credit as well to @destinedfordiaperstories on Tumblr for expanding the world with their phenomenal story “Sammy’s Little Problem” Classification Day. If there were two words that struck more dread into the heart of an 18 year old, nobody had spoken them yet. Classification Day, also known as the last day of Senior Year, was the day that every high school senior would find out what their future would look like. The graduating class received their test results today, and would be classified as Caregivers, Littles, or Neutrals based on a wide variety of testing of genetic markers, enzymes in the blood, and various other measurements, profiling, and characteristics, both biological and mental. The CGL Gene that was discovered after the evolutionary shift in humanity that had become known as the Great Mutation usually began to manifest after the age of 18, so the school year was scheduled to end shortly before graduating students would begin to see the changes their genetics would make to their bodies and minds, which is why test results were given out towards the end of the last day of school. Caregivers developed powerful instincts to care for those in need, as well as higher physical strength to aid them in this task. Caregivers often, but not always, adopted Littles and made sure they were happy and safe. Those that did not adopt always pursued careers that cared for and protected others. Littles were the opposite, they found themselves regressing to an earlier stage of childhood and losing varying degrees of muscle mass, motor skills, emotional regulatory abilities, and toileting skills as most found themselves effectively incontinent and irrevocably requiring diapers at all times. Level 1 Littles regressed the most, and were essentially infants. Level 2 Littles retained the vast majority of their motor skills and other faculties, their largest sectors of regression being a complete loss of potty training and significant reduction of their ability to keep their emotions under control. Tantrums were common among Level 2 Littles, and they all needed diapers as well. Level 3 Littles regressed the least, retaining much of their emotional control as well as their potty training in many cases. While some still needed diapers, many level 3 Littles needed only Pull Ups for the occasional accident, as well as nighttime, with some even being able to wear normal underwear. Neutrals saw no changes, and were essentially the same as Humans before the Great Mutation, accounting for slightly more than half of the total population. Jamie Holbrook stood in the school’s Common area, feeling a bit of trepidation. She was quite attractive, many would say cute. Petite, slender, and a Ginger, Jamie stood only 5 feet, 2 inches (157 cm) tall and weighed around 108 pounds (49 kg) if she were soaking wet and had a brick in her pocket. Jamie’s alabaster skin was dotted with freckles, and she wore her red hair in twin braids. Behind her oval-rimmed glasses, her green eyes were focused on the pristine white envelope she held. She was about to see what the future held when a piercing shriek resonated through the Commons. Apparently, Chelsea Taylor, known as the Queen of Mean, had received her results. Chelsea was one of those kids that had everything handed to them, and didn’t know what honest work even was. Chelsea’s family was wealthy, and she herself was stunningly beautiful. Tall and blonde, she knew how gorgeous she was, which was probably the root of her long list of character defects. She was an entitled, spoiled brat that thought she was better than everyone else and frequently asked if they knew who she was or who her father was and had tormented Jamie’s small circle of friends from as early as First Grade. Like Jamie, Chelsea came from a long line of Neutrals, so the results of her being a Neutral as well were all but guaranteed. Furious, she stomped up to the lab technicians that had been charged with distributing the test results. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? There is NO WAY this is right! Do you not even know how to run a blood test?” she demanded to a woman wearing a lab coat, her black hair in a tight bun. “I’m sorry, Miss…” “Taylor! CHELSEA TAYLOR! Do you know who I am?” This kind of scene was all too common on Classification Day. When someone couldn’t accept what their test results were, the responses were usually grief or extreme anger. One could teach a college level course on the Five Stages of Grief simply by observing students on Classification Day. Clearly, Chelsea was still in the first stage: Denial. The lab tech had seen this exact scene play out time and time again, a scene Jamie was watching. “No, Miss Taylor, I don’t know who you are. What seems to be the problem?” the tech asked, knowing perfectly well what the problem was. Right on cue, Chelsea moves into the second stage: Anger. “It’s these bullshit results! Level 1 Little? With all the Neutrals in my family? How could you get something so simple this wrong?” she shouted. Blinded by her anger, the Queen of Mean had no idea she had just spilled the most delicious tea that this class of Seniors had ever heard as she continued her tirade. Chelsea was one of those unpopular popular girls that was firmly entrenched in the top 5% of the social hierarchy, with the other 95% hating her due to her entitled attitude and Godzilla-sized superiority complex. Jamie noted that Chelsea had moved into the third stage: Bargaining. She was making good progress. If she had applied herself this much to her studies, the academic world would be losing quite the scholar with her soon transitioning into a Level 1 Little. “There…there has to be some mistake, right? This isn’t supposed to happen, maybe….maybe you could run the tests again?” The lab technician sighed heavily. This part was never easy. “Miss Taylor, I understand that these results are upsetting, it’s only natural. However, I can assure you that, as difficult as this is to hear, they are accurate. Our testing is exhaustive, the results triple-checked for accuracy. However….” the tech writes down a number on a sticky note and gives it to the fallen princess. “If you call this number you can request further review. For now, I suggest you report to the Nurse’s office, as you will need to be properly diapered before you leave here, you will begin to see changes very soon, so you had best be prepared. Good day.” Jamie couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Where was this lab tech all her life to smack Chelsea down when she was….well, being Chelsea? The now-deposed Queen of Mean lowered her head for probably the first time in her life and shuffled by Jamie and a few other onlookers, having moved on to the fourth stage: Depression. All of them wore expressions of sympathy and pity. Chelsea was a bitch, sure, but nobody deserved this. Her life was essentially over, she would spend the rest of her days as a gurgling infant. The only upside being that she would more than likely no longer remember what she had lost as she endlessly emptied jars of baby food and filled her diapers. She glared at Jamie and hissed “I suppose you think that’s funny?” Before Jamie could respond with something even remotely decent, that any normal human with a shred of compassion or empathy would say, her best friend in the world, Leon, showed that he had woken up today and chosen violence. Leon Black was as nice a guy as you’d ever meet. A loyal and protective friend with long blonde hair and blue eyes, he was always trying to get Jamie to laugh. However, he had a tongue that could cut like a surgeon’s scalpel, and he wielded it with similar precision. He wasn’t one of the popular kids, which is why he and Jamie were friends. That said, nobody messed with him for fear of getting flayed to the bone by his lightning wit. By Sophomore year, he had turned so many of his classmates who had tested him into laughingstocks, the kids that liked to pick on others had decided it was best to just leave him alone. Leon was a wordsmith, and he did not hesitate to serve a plate of gourmet roast to people that clearly had it coming. The boy had simply never met a bear he didn’t want to poke with a sharp stick. Luckily, Leon could also fight, so his fists could cash the checks his mouth wrote. “Come on now, Chelsea, it’s not that bad! I mean, you’ve had people waiting on you hand and foot your whole life, what’s even gonna change,” Leon paused to take a sip of his soda, “besides your diapers, that is?” he said, the brazen teenager clearly getting payback for all these years of Chelsea making their lives tough. Chelsea couldn’t believe it, that this smartass…..NOBODY….would dare speak to HER like that. She opened her mouth to respond, but thought twice and instead launched a slap at Leon’s face. Unfortunately for Chelsea, Leon’s reflexes were almost as quick as his wit, and he swayed back out of range, the Queen of Mean’s attack completely missing him. “Hey! We don’t hit!” Leon shouted in the same tone a parent would use to admonish an unruly child. “Don’t worry Chelsea, no doubt Gucci makes some really cute onesies and frilly diaper covers. You’ll be just as fashionable as ever, I’m sure!” Rather than continue her fruitless battle against an unconquerable foe, Chelsea concedes defeat, but not before making one last attempt to save some of her soon-to-be nonexistent dignity, once her days became focused on bottles, burping, baths, and blowouts. “If someone like ME is Level 1,” she spat, “Then there is no way that a smart-mouthed, evolutionary dead end like you could possibly be anything else but Level 1 as well.” She then turned on her heel and stormed off towards the Nurse’s Office, where further humiliation in the form of a thick, fluffy diaper awaited her. “Aight, cool, see you at daycare!” Leon called after the departing Chelsea, who paused for a second, then continued on, having clearly entered into the final stage of grief: Acceptance. Jamie, who had been holding her laughter, immediately started in on Leon. She began playfully swatting at her razor-tongued best friend as she laughingly scolded him as she so often found herself doing. “You asshole….you unbelievable asshole,” she said, her voice a loud whisper mixed with laughter. “Chelsea’s as awful as they come, but not even she deserved that! What if YOU end up Level 1?” After parrying the last of Jamie’s assault, Leon grins and laughs before speaking. “Bitch please, I could be classed a Level -100, and revert to a sperm cell they have to inject back into my old man’s nutsack, and that would have still been worth it. If I’m a Level 1, I would meet my fate proudly, for I have at long last slain the Queen of Mean, and now I am awaited in Valhalla. I shall ride eternal, shiny and chrome.” Leon says while posing dramatically with his easy, warm laugh, referencing the film Mad Max: Fury Road. “WITNESS ME!” This is why Jamie loved Leon’s rogueish charm. He treated her as the little sister he never had, even though they were the same age. He always knew how to make her laugh. “You…are SUCH a prick.” Jamie retorted, letting some of her own laughter free of the pit she was forced to banish it to. “Don’t you know Little Abuse is illegal? Forget prison, you’re going to HELL, and I’m going with you for saying this, but that was awesome, Leon.” She couldn’t explain why, but she felt nervous today. At the start of the day, she wasn’t worried about her results. She came from a line of Neutrals even longer than Chelsea, but with what happened to her, a small seed of fear had crept into her heart. “You got your results?” she asked her friend. “Right here,” Leon said, holding up his white envelope. Leon’s family had a pretty good variety of Littles, Neutrals, and Caregivers, so there was a very real chance that he would end up in daycare with Chelsea. For all his cavalier attitude and jovial nature, Jamie knew her friend better than anyone. He was terrified, his joking and boasting a cover. Leon was no fool, he knew what was at stake here. He took a deep breath, and tore the envelope open. With shaking hands, he unfolded the sheet of paper. Leon read the document, his eyebrows raised, then furrowed. Jamie respected Leon’s privacy enough to refrain from trying to peek at the sheet he was reading, but the confusion he felt was unmistakable. “Dude….what the….what the hell?” he asked rhetorically. “Leon, what does it say, man? I know it doesn’t take that long to read one word and maybe a number,” Jamie said. In response, Leon flipped the paper around so Jamie could read it. Written plainly on the sheet was Leon’s Classification: BLACK, LEON JAMES: CAREGIVER. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Jamie said, surprised but not that much. “I don’t get it,” Leon said, more confused than anything else. “I’m a soulless monster, not a Caregiver.” Jamie rolled her eyes and sighed, her frustration with her clueless friend peaking. “Dude, have you just not been paying attention for like, your ENTIRE life? Looking back, you’ve had Caregiver signs the whole time I’ve known you.” Jamie said. Leon’s confusion has not yet been pierced. “That’s crazy, what do you mean?” “Well, think about it, you’ve been looking out for me for as long as I’ve known you. When we were kids, and your mom would take us to the pool, who kept on me to keep applying sunscreen so my little Ginger ass wouldn’t get cooked? It was you, Leon. That time in 3rd grade when I forgot my lunch, you shared yours with me. When I stayed over at your house, and that big storm knocked out the power, and I was freaking out because I’m scared of the dark, who was there for me? You, stupid. When I broke my arm Freshman year, you carried my books. Who picks me up every morning for school because I don’t have a driver’s license? You.” “That’s because you’re my best friend, Jamie. You know I love you and I got your back, right?” Leon retorted. “It’s more than that man, you take care of EVERYONE. Yes, you’re an asshole with a smart mouth that I am REALLY surprised hasn’t gotten you killed at this point, but that’s just a front. I KNOW you, we can’t hide from each other. When it REALLY counts, when it REALLY matters, you come through 10 times out of 10. You’re a freakin’ rock, dude,” Jamie explains. Leon nods as he recalls all the moments Jamie reminded him of and realizes that she is right. “Yeah…you’re right, you’re SO right. I’ve always just wanted to help, I guess now I know why.” “Duh.” is all Jamie says. She hands her envelope to Leon. “Here, open that and tell me I’m a Neutral.” Leon takes the envelope and chuckles, “Yeah, right,” he says while opening Jamie’s envelope. After opening the sheet of paper containing the biggest non-spoiler in the history of Classification Day, Leon’s eyes widen for just a moment, then he gets a devilish grin on his face. “You want your results? Come get ‘em!” he says as he takes off down the hallway, away from the Commons. What Jamie doesn’t see are the tears in Leon’s eyes as she takes off after him, shouting “HEY! NO FAIR!” Leon leads Jamie to an empty part of the school hallways, not far from where their former lockers now stand empty, and comes to a stop. Jamie catches up, grinning, and punches him on the arm. “Dick,” she says with a laugh. She takes a moment to catch her breath, and notices that Leon isn’t laughing, he ALWAYS laughs his fool head off when teasing her like this. The seed of fear in Jamie’s heart has now taken root. “Hey man, what’s your problem, what’s….Leon…what’s going on?” she asks, worried. Jamie has known Leon long enough to where she knows when he is and is not messing with her, and the rogueish trickster’s demeanor is completely serious. He takes Jamie’s hand into his and looks into her green eyes. “Jamie, I brought you here because I didn’t want you to find out in the Commons and act up like Chelsea. You’re a Little,” he says, his heart breaking for the cute redheaded girl that has been his best friend from the time they met. They had never even considered dating, because they were too much like brother and sister and didn’t want to make it weird. “I’m sorry.” “What? That’s stupid, I’m gonna get you for screwing with me like this, and I’m ESPECIALLY gonna fuck you up for making me run, and…” Leon cuts Jamie off by simply shoving the piece of paper with her Classification into her hands so she can see for herself. There it was, in plain black and white, unmistakable and final: HOLBROOK, JAMIE LYNN: LEVEL 2/ LEVEL 3 HYBRID LITTLE What little color Jamie naturally possesses in her face vanishes, her features as pale as moonlight. She wasn’t going to shout and curse like Chelsea, but it still didn’t seem real. Her family had been “Oops, All Neutrals” for so long she had begun to question if she even HAD a CGL Gene. With all the subtlety of a haymaker to the face, Jamie now knows that she does, and she knows her CGL Gene’s plans for her future. As the inevitable tears begin to fall, Leon wraps his arms around the petite redhead. Standing at an even 6 feet tall, 10 inches taller than Jamie, he engulfs her in his arms and holds her head close to his chest. At this moment, Leon realizes that he truly is a Caregiver. His heart is torn to shreds for his friend, as he tries to remember lessons and protocol that he only half paid attention to in class. “It’s ok, Jamie, it’s ok, I’m here.” Leon didn’t know much about this whole Hybrid business, but what he DID know was that every Little was sent home in either a diaper or a Pull Up. Accidents were quite common, especially with the anxiety and heightened emotions the Classification of Little tended to cause. Leon knew that the Nurse’s Office was their next destination, before Jamie had an accident herself. Jamie had begun to panic, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as tears continued to stream down her face. Her voice is meek and timid as she looks up to her friend that could continue to take his first steps into adulthood, while she would never get the chance. Instead, Jamie would be returning to the days of having her diaper changed and early bedtimes. “Leon…what am I gonna do? My dad…he….he HATES L-Littles. He’s a meanie, always…saying such awful things, and…and, there are no Caregivers in my f-f-family to…to take care of m-me. I don’t wanna wear a diaper….” Jamie says between her sobs, her last statement close to whining. Leon can’t explain it, but he KNOWS what to do. His instincts guide him, and he tightens his embrace on Jamie and softly reassures her while stroking the back of her head. “Shhhhhh…..it’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Just listen to my heartbeat, ok? Maybe this Hybrid stuff means you won’t need diapers or something. There’s some Level 3 in your Classification too, you know? We can ask the School Nurse when we see her. Let’s catch our breath, and go there now, think you can do that for me?” he asks, his voice a gentle caress. It becomes clear to Leon from Jamie’s recent use of “no fair” and “meanie” that she is already showing signs of the early stages of her transition, and what she asks him next galvanizes his assessment. “Why?” she asks him timidly. “You know why, Jamie,” he responds. “She’s gonna want to DIAPER me, I don’t need it, I’m not a baby,” she says indignantly. “I know, but they won’t let you leave without protection. I know you don’t need it, but we have to see the nurse. Let’s see if we can get by with a Pull Up, ok?” Leon says to try and placate his friend. “No. I don’t want to. I don’t…” she begins before Leon cuts her off. “Jamie,” he says firmly, “this isn’t something you can refuse. Look, if you fight and try to delay, you’ll only be proving that you DO need to be in a diaper. However, if you play along and don’t fuss, I’ll bet you the Nurse will think a Pull Up is all you’ll need. Come on, honey, work with me here and let’s split the difference, ok?” Jamie hated this so much. She hated how scared and alone she felt, she hated that she had to impose on Leon like this, and most of all, she hated that he was right. She sniffled one last time as she somehow managed to bring her tears under control, and nodded in agreement. “You….you won’t tell anyone what I’m wearing, will you?” Jamie asks sadly. Taking Jamie by the hand and gently leading the stunned, unsteady girl towards the Nurse’s Office, Leon shakes his head. “Come on now, you have to know that I’d never do that to you. We’ve kept each other’s secrets for years, why would I stop now?” “It’s not gonna be a secret for long…” Jamie says, feeling a pout coming on. Leon nods. “Well, when you're right, you're right I suppose. We can deal with that later. For now, it IS still a secret from everyone except you, me, and pretty soon the nurse, so let’s take advantage of the distraction Chelsea so generously provided to make a clean getaway.” Jamie nods as the two friends approach the Nurse’s Office. Mercifully, it is nearly deserted, as all the other Littles have reported in and gone home. Jamie realizes that Leon’s little prank of running off with her Classification results wasn’t just to lure her away so she could hear the news privately. He did it to give the crowd of new Littles needing diapered time to thin out at the Nurse’s Office, so that Jamie could face this trial free of prying eyes and have just a few precious extra moments to prepare herself. Such a shame, she thought, that he wouldn’t be eligible to adopt a Little for several years. He was taking to the role wonderfully, even at this early stage. Still holding Jamie by the hand, who by now has assumed the timid demeanor of a child in trouble, Leon opens the door and gently guides her in. The school nurse, seated at her desk and tapping away at her computer, no doubt updating the student medical files with their new Classifications, looks up at the newcomers. “Well, I thought all the new Littles had already all been seen,” she says in a friendly manner as she gets up and approaches Leon and Jamie. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this over with as soon as possible. Can I please see your Classifications so I know what to get you?” Leon goes first, showing his Classification papers. “Uh, I’m just here to help. You know, support my best friend through a tough time?” he says. The nurse smiles warmly at the kindhearted (but acid-tongued) young man just beginning his journey. “I can already see that you’re going to be a wonderful Caregiver, Mr. Black. If you choose to adopt a Little when you’re able, it’s the most wonderful thing. It isn’t always easy, but it is very rewarding,” she says while Leon nods and subtly steps back while nudging Jamie forward. Figuring out that she’ll need to diaper Jamie, based on the crestfallen teenager’s silence and very noticeable desire to hide, she feels a great swell of pity for the cute redheaded girl. The nurse loved caring for Littles, but seeing them on Classification Day, when they had just had their entire lives upended and their futures rewritten, stolen, some would say, was the absolute worst part of the job. It killed Caregivers like herself to see these kids at this moment, when they needed a hug the most but were still too proud or angry to accept it. “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’ll take it from here. If you could wait outside and close the door, I’ll have your friend ready to go in no time at all. Isn’t that right, Ms…..” Jamie stood silently before realizing that was her cue to speak. “Oh...um…H-Holbrook. J-Jamie Holbrook” she says as she raises her arm to hand over her Classification paperwork. Jamie breaks down in tears and confesses “I’m a Little….” The Nurse’s Caregiver skills and instincts are so finely tuned she has Jamie wrapped in a hug before she can finish her statement, hoping to head off a major breakdown. Jamie does not resist, instead returning the Nurse’s gesture. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, sweetheart, it’s ok. I know everything seems so hard right now, and you may not believe me, but it does get better. It really does, I promise you.” The Nurse takes a look at the shaking, sobbing teenager’s paperwork while still holding on to her. She raises an eyebrow at the unusual Classification results. “A Hybrid? I’m sure that’s very confusing, but it’s not unheard of. Now, let’s get you all set, I imagine you’d like to get home and get some rest, hmm? It’s been a pretty big day after all, but it’s almost over. All the buses will have left by the time we’re done here, so do you have a way to get home safely?” the Nurse asks as she disengages the embrace and takes a step back to size up Jamie. She measures the new Little visually to see what size and style of diaper is right for her. Managing to bring her sobbing under control, Jamie answers the Nurse’s question. “Uh…yeah. M-my friend, Leon, he’s who I came in with. He…he picks me up for school and takes me home. He’s…he’s really good to me. I uh, I don’t have a driver’s license.” The Nurse steps over to a cabinet and opens it. Predictably, it is filled with various kinds of diapers in various sizes. She continues the conversation as she starts extracting various supplies. “Well, that’s for the best. All Littles have their driver’s licenses rescinded when they register as Littles, so that’s one less thing for you to worry about. Okay sweetheart, I need you to get your shoes and pants off, then hop up here so we can get this done” she says, patting the examination table and holding a plain white diaper that Jamie did not doubt would fit her perfectly. “FUCK! This is it!” Jamie thinks to herself as her fight or flight response chooses flight. She backs away from the table, stammering. “W-w-w-wait…just….just a minute…..” she squeaks out. They always did this, every one, every time. As soon as that diaper comes into play, the desperation kicks in. The Nurse sighs, her heart aching for this scared young girl. Still, she didn’t have time for this. “Jamie, honey, I know that this is really upsetting, but I also know that you know that this is going to happen, one way or another. Think of your friend, Leon. Do you really want to have an accident in his car while he’s taking you home, after he’s been so good to you and helped you get through today?” Jamie, threatened with the diaper, jumps at the Pull Up. “I know…it’s just….I’m not ready. I know everyone says that, but….can…can I have a Pull Up instead?” Jamie asks. “Jamie, your Classification is as a Level 2 and 3 Hybrid. We don’t know which aspects are going to be at what levels. It’s too early to say what kind of protection you’ll need, if any. I just want to play it safe, and start at the top. If it’s more than you need, you can step down to something lighter, and there won’t be any messes to clean up. Work with me here, sweetie. These are actually really soft and comfortable once you get used to them. I have to get SOMETHING on your bottom before you can go” the Nurse reasons, trying to lower Jamie’s anxiety before she suffers an embarrassing accident. “I know….I know, you’re right. It’s…just…can’t we go in the opposite direction? Start at the bottom with what goes on my bottom, and I can go up if I need it? I’ll clean up any messes, honest,” she pleads. The Nurse finds what Jamie says next absolutely soul crushing. “Please…please let me pretend I’m still a big girl for a little while longer…” The Nurse’s Caregiver instincts take over, seeing a way for Jamie to salvage at least some dignity from the situation while still getting the adequate protection the redheaded Little requires. “Ok Jamie, we’ll do things your way,” she says, seeing Jamie’s expression brighten just a little bit by the Nurse letting her have her way. “Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to give you a Pull Up, and I want you to put it on. While you’re doing that, I’m going to put a little starter kit together for you. I’ll give you a few diapers, some Pull Ups, wipes, and powder. This will give you a better idea of what you’ll need when you go to the Little supply store. You can wear what you want, but promise me that if those Pull Ups aren’t enough, you’ll change into a diaper. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to strongly consider a diaper. Most Littles need more protection during the night, so please just work with me here, ok honey?” Jamie nods eagerly, ready to comply if it will keep her out of diapers for even a few more hours. She hops up on the examination table, and begins to untie her shoes. As she kicks off her sneakers, the Nurse wordlessly glides by and places an unfolded Pull Up on the table, remaining close in the event her aid is required. Jamie stands, and unbuttons her pants before sliding them down her legs, leaving her in just her t-shirt, socks, and panties. Jamie picks up the clean white Pull Up and examines it, but can’t quite figure out which side goes in the back. She looks to the Nurse, her expression asking for help. “It’s like this, this mark here on the waistband goes in the back, and the longer parts of the stretchy sides are also meant to go in the back, see?” She says before continuing her lesson on basic Pull Up features. “The seams on the side are tear-away, so it’s easy to take off once it gets wet.” She runs her hands up through the leg holes, and stretches the absorbent underpants out while kneeling down. “Now, take off your panties, and step in, please” Still preferring this to an outright diapering, Jamie slips her underwear down her legs and steps into the Pull Up. The Nurse slides it up her legs, and pulls it up tight against Jamie’s petite frame. She then shows the Ginger Little how to run her fingers along the leak guards to make sure those are sitting properly. Jamie is mortified, but complies nonetheless, knowing what the alternative is. “There we are, all snug and protected, as all Littles should be,” the Nurse says with a smile as Jamie bashfully examines her new underwear and moves to get accustomed to the feel. “Feels like…like a really big pad,” Jamie says, wincing. “Still, it’s not so bad. You were right, it does feel really soft.” “See? I told you it would be ok.” the Nurse says as Jamie pulls her jeans back on over the Pull Up and buttons her pants. She then picks her shoes up and finds a chair, and quickly slips them back on before tying the laces. As she is busy with her shoes, the Nurse comes over with a box. “4 Pull Ups and 4 diapers in your size, powder, and wipes. You will need to get to a Little supply store and get some diapers either tomorrow or the next day. I know this seems like a lot, but it can run out really fast if your potty control slips too far, and the Pull Ups aren’t enough. So once you have a general idea of what you need, get to the store, ok honey?” the Nurse tells a furiously blushing Jamie as she hands the box over. As Jamie turns to finally leave, the Nurse has one last thing for the new Little: a red lollipop. “Here, take this as a reward for not fussing too much, I promise it will make you feel better. You can even have it right now,” guessing from Jamie’s shy behavior that she will be the kind of Little that likes to be given permission. Jamie takes the lollipop and thanks the Nurse for her help. She’s still embarrassed to have been essentially diapered by the gentle Caregiver, but knows that in the back of her mind, in the places she rarely has the bravery to go, she’s right. She unwraps her reward and begins to suck on the sweet red candy, and in spite of herself, must admit that it is both very tasty and is already beginning to calm her frayed nerves as she moves to exit the office and rejoin Leon. What she does not know is that the candy is actually laced with a mild anti-anxiety medication meant to calm new Littles on this, the first day of their new lives, and make them better able to handle the difficult conversations and harsh truths that are to come.

My work week just dragged on and on and on, like it would never end. But, finally, Friday was here and I was on my way home and ready for a weeks vacation. I was both extremely excited and nervous at the same time. This would be the first time ever trying something like this. An ABDL camp that offers just about everything someone could want. I stopped and gassed up my truck, grabbed a few bags of ice and headed home. I got home and backed up to my camper, put the truck in park and ran into the house and put on a Crinklz Astronaut diaper. I put some shorts on and headed back outside to get everything ready. I grabbed my RTIC cooler out of the shed and put it into the back of my pickup and then loaded the ice into it. Back into the house and I cracked open a beer and chugged it down. At the same time, I wet my diaper. It felt soo good. I went down the basement and grabbed a couple cases of beer out of the spare fridge and carried them outside and put them into the cooler. Back down to the basement and grabbed two more cases of beer and hauled them out to the cooler. One more trip for the last case of beer. Also grabbed a couple jars of shine and got everything loaded in the cooler. Then, back down the basement, I grabbed two packs of Rearz Daydreamer disposable diapers, two packs of ABU Tiny Tails disposable diapers and a package of Crinklz Astronaut diapers. I put them in a big cardboard box and hauled them out to the truck. Plenty of diapers, way more than I should need for a week at camp. The camp offers some skeet shooting and has a rifle range, so I grabbed some guns and plenty of ammo. Also grabbed my skeet vest. Then, I started to pack my suitcase. I went to put some underwear in there then thought, wait a minute, I'm not going to need these this week. I packed a few plastic pants, some socks, a few shirts and a pair of jeans. I also packed my big paddle, my hairbrush paddle and my giant wooden spoon. I started to get a little bit nervous about what my butt cheeks would be enduring this coming week. I cracked open another beer and took a big swig. I got my shave bag and my medicine and loaded that into my suitcase. I almost forgot about booster pads. I tossed a few into my suitcase and loaded it into the backseat of the truck. I paused a second and peed my diaper again. I loaded the ammo and gun cases into the back seat of my truck and locked it up. I took another swig of beer and then went back to the shed and got my fishing rods, tackle box and chairs and loaded them in the back of the truck and closed it up. I finished up my second beer and cracked open a third and took a big swig. Then I put the receiver hitch in my truck. I jumped in the truck and backed up the rest of the way to the camper and got it all hitched up. As I was hooking up the safety chains, I peed again and pooped in my diaper. It felt soo good. I really love the feeling of a messy diaper. I fired the truck back up checked the trailer lights. They were all good. I shut the truck off and locked it back up. All ready to go in the morning. I headed back into the house, grabbed another beer and sat down at the kitchen table and felt the load in my diaper squish all over my butt and up between my legs. I checked my phone for any new emails and then headed outside again. I got the mower out of the shed and mowed the lawn. My diaper felt soooo good walking back and forth with a big load in it and swelling up more and more while adding more pee to it. About half way through the yard, I stopped and grabbed another beer and then finished up the mowing. I put the mower away and headed back to the house. I lit the grill on my way in. My diaper was swelling up pretty big and I was wondering if any of the neighbors noticed my diaper bulge under my shorts. I washed my hands and then threw a few burgers on the grill for dinner. After I ate, and wet myself a few more times, I got an ABU Tiny Tails disposable diaper ready for bed with a thick Rearz booster pad in it. I took my shorts off and jumped into the shower and took my dirty diaper off and got cleaned all up and showered. I got out and dried off and put on my boosed Tiny Tails disposable diaper. I took a shot of Crown Royal, set my alarm for 3 am, wet my diaper and then went to bed early, ready for my big trip to my first time at a diaper camp.

So I was wondering how the community feels about Public Messing on purpose. Does it make you happy, does it make you self-conscious, does it give you a rush, does it not affect you at all, etc.?

Lisa is 14 years old and has a secret diaper fetish and decides to tell her parents that she wishes to become a teenage baby.

More Than A Costume By Pen Aims Chapter 1 The Festival I went out of town for an event I had been anxiously awaiting for months. It was a one day festival around Halloween at a large fairgrounds in a city about a hundred miles from where I live. I dressed in bell bottoms, a funky disco shirt, and an afro-wig to go as a 70's funkster. For several hours I roamed the fairgrounds checking out the various stages, enjoying the lights, and dancing. Each stage had different setups and sounds, and I wandered until I found the DJ I was looking to see, who was one of my favorites, and the reason I chose to attend this festival. At least, that was until I saw her... Diaper Bunny A warm feeling washed over me as I first looked at her. She was dancing and bouncing in a cute bunny costume wearing a snug diaper with bunnies on it. It was truly an adorable outfit, especially to me, yet hard to imagine someone would be audacious enough to wear in such a public setting. Being a secret diaper wearer myself, in private, I could not help but keep staring at this attractive young woman, grooving to the beat in an obvious diaper for all to see. She was getting some attention from others in the crowd, either giggling at her, or trying to dance with her, and she did not appear to care what kind of attention she was getting. She was really enjoying herself in her own little space, seemingly not a care in the world. There was another young woman and man that appeared to be her friends who were also in cute animal costumes, but neither of them were noticeably wearing a diaper, and they did not seem to care that the bunny was. It was a costume rave after-all. I grooved and danced, popped and locked, and had hardly a care in the world myself, except that I kept coming back to watching the Diaper Bunny. I felt like I was being a bit creepy, and would remind myself of that often, forcing myself to look away, and try to vibe to the music my favorite DJ was playing. There were a lot of beautiful people, and there was plenty of positive energy, so for a while I could get my mind onto just enjoying the experience. But, then I would catch myself looking back at the Diaper Bunny, and having dirty thoughts, like wondering if she would use them since she was wearing them. I'd had enough experience wearing, and wetting a diaper to know I would be able to tell the bulge of a diaper that has been peed in, and her's obviously was still fresh, and un-sodden. Part of me wanted to just go up and talk to her, but I was afraid, and feeling self-conscious about what other people might be thinking of me approaching this young woman wearing a diaper in public. For years I had managed to keep my kink a secret, and I was not feeling ready to out myself in a public gathering, no matter how lovely I was feeling in the moment. Back and forth I went from focusing on the DJ, dancing, and then glancing back over to the Diaper Bunny, whom I could not get my mind off of. At some point she apparently noticed, and we locked eyes. To my disbelief, she smirked, and then looked away at the other girl she was dancing with. She whispered something to her friend, and then they both started walking towards me. I was petrified, and yet welling with excitement as they made their way over. I smiled at the Diaper Bunny as she approached, barely noticing her fox-costumed friend who was tagging along. Because it was so loud, she had to get really close to speak directly in my ear so I could hear her. My heart was pounding, and I was all nerves, as both exciting and embarrassing thoughts raced through my mind. “Hi, I saw you looking at me from over here, do you like my costume?” she said, and then did a twirl and a skirt-less curtsy, accompanied by a goofy smile. In the heat of the moment I reasoned that I did not care what a crowd of people I did not know, and might never see again, thought about me. Embarrassed or not, this was an incredible moment, and I was going to seize it. “I think it's wonderful, and for some reason I can't seem to take my eyes off you,” I replied, rather shocked at my sincerity. “I noticed,” she said, and giggled. “Do you like bunnies? Or is it my diaper?” she asked. I was at a loss for words for a moment, but eventually blurted out questioningly, “both?” Her and her fox-costumed friend giggled at the way I said it. “I'm Spring, and this is my friend Sarah. It's nice to meet you,” she said. After introducing myself, Spring, the Diaper Bunny, asked if I wanted to hang out and dance with them for a while. I was shocked at how forward she was, and I decided right then that this opportunity to dance in public with a diapered beauty was too good to pass up, no matter what anyone there might think of me. I accepted, so they each grabbed one of my hands, and pulled me into the crowd of costumed raving fanatics. That close to the stage it was impossible to talk to each other, so we just danced and grooved for about an hour. I did my best to dance with both ladies, but her friend had her own partner, and Spring could tell it was her I fancied, as I still could hardly take my eyes off her. Several times she turned to grind her diapered butt against me while the music blared and lights flashed, and I was in heaven. Throughout the night we were all keeping hydrated by drinking plenty of water. I made sure to keep a full bottle on hand if anyone needed it, and all of us drank plenty. Dancing, smiling, giggling, grinding, and drinking water for another two hours, when finally they'd had enough, and pulled me away from the driving beat, out into the open where there were less people, less noise, and we could hear each other. I was grateful, because I could use the breather, and while I was invited to be with them I was not going to go anywhere on my own, and possibly lose them to the crowd. This night had been one great unexpected opportunity, and I was not going to waste it. “That was a lot of fun, but I'm starting to get tired of the crowd,” Spring said. I agreed that I could only take so much intensity at once, and was grateful for the break. “What do you have planned after the festival?” she asked. I had not made any plans yet. I figured either I would find an after party, or if not, I would just make my way back home. I told her that I was open to suggestions, because I lived about two hours away. “I have a house that's about ten minutes from here, and Sarah, and her boyfriend are coming for an after-hours chill. Are you down?” “Hell yeah,” I thought. “Sure, sounds good,” I said.

In less than two weeks my debut novel 'More Than A Costume' will be published. I'm very excited to share it. I describe it as a kinky, erotic work of romantic fiction. Here's the prologue of the book as a teaser. Prologue The Plan It was a Thursday evening in late October, and a young woman sat at her desk studying. She perused her notes while soft ambient music played through her headphones. Even though she was approaching her mid-twenties, she was dressed in a tight t-shirt displaying a cartoon bunny, and an adult diaper with a cute bunny print on it. The diaper was bulky because she had already peed in it. Twice? She was not sure. The coffee and tea she had been caffeinating with all day was going right through her. Pangs in her bladder told her she would need to go again soon, but her concentration was on the last bit of test prep for tomorrow's exam. Her name was Spring, and she was in her bedroom on the second floor of the large home that she lived in alone. It was too big of a house for just one person to live in, but it was her family home, the one she grew up in. She was never going to sell it. Many of her most treasured memories had been made there. Two notifications popped up on her phone, but Spring was so locked in to her studying they went by unnoticed. Someone had texted her, but she did not respond. Her studying session was nearly over and she was otherwise preoccupied. Going over her coursework, she felt more confident of her knowledge of the subject matter by the minute. Spring rarely got anything less than top grades on most of her schoolwork, and was sure she was going to be ready for the important test. Spring's bladder protested for release, but she was enjoying the sensation of needing to pee so badly that it was making her horny. Her mind briefly drifted to her after-school plans tomorrow, and warmth radiated in her crotch as her excitement grew. She reached down and petted the front of her padding as a two-second spurt of pee escaped into her diaper and warmed the area around her lady parts. She did not think she would ever get over how good it felt to wet herself whenever she wanted. Still gently rubbing the crotch of her diaper, she closed her eyes and sighed. Then, something very unexpected happened. Spring was lost in the moment with soothing sounds in her headphones, eyes closed, horny, and holding back the large volume of pee trying to force its way out of her. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder. Spring jumped in her chair, and squealed. She lost control of her bladder and flooded her bulky diaper. Warm fluid pooled in her crotch, before being absorbed by the expanding padding. From behind her she heard a young woman giggling, and she recognized the laugh immediately. “Lisa, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Spring yelled at her chuckling best friend. She was still flooding her diaper as she stood up, and turned to face Lisa. “You made me pee myself,” Spring said smiling, then giggled. The last of her pee trickled into her swollen padding. “I knew you were home, but you weren't answering my knocks or texts, so I let myself in,” Lisa informed her. Lisa had had a key to Spring's house for years. She was also very aware that Spring wore adult diapers. It was so common that Lisa might have actually been shocked if she found her sitting in dry panties, instead of a wet diaper. Spring was always happy to see her best friend, and she leaned in to embrace Lisa. They hugged, and lingered for a few extra moments with their bodies pressing against one another. Spring experienced the usual feelings of love and positivity from her bestie. They eventually released from each other’s grasp. She looked at Lisa, who was wearing a short, white tennis skirt, a tight pink shirt with a cartoon fox on the front, pink thigh-high socks, and white sneakers with pink laces. For a moment she imagined that Lisa was wearing a diaper under her skirt, and that caused Spring's crotch to become damp with something other than pee. She quickly wiped the thought from her mind. Lisa had always been supportive when it came to Spring’s diaper-wearing, but she had never inquired about wearing one herself. Lisa meant everything to her, and Spring would never do anything to jeopardize their friendship. Her bestie was beautiful, and she did sometimes catch herself thinking about Lisa in more intimate ways. The point was moot though, because although Spring was single, Lisa had a boyfriend. Sheesh, I really do need to get laid, Spring thought. “I can't wait for tomorrow!” Lisa exclaimed. Spring nodded enthusiastically. “I know, me too! My favorite DJ is playing, so I'm looking forward to dancing all night,” Spring said. Then she added, “I have to get through this test first, but then I'll be free all weekend.” They both smiled. The event they had tickets for was a one-day rave festival at a nearby fairgrounds. Because the festival was so close to Halloween, costumes were encouraged. Lisa had just gotten back from purchasing her costume, and wanted to show it off. “Do you want to check out what I'm wearing tomorrow?” Lisa asked. “Yeah, lemme see!” Spring replied, excited. Lisa walked over to a shopping bag she had set down by the door to Spring's bedroom. She reached in and pulled out a beautiful full-body fox costume, and held it up. “Wow, that's so you. You're going to look amazing!” Spring said, nodding. Lisa smiled, because she thought so, too. “John helped me pick it out,” Lisa explained, referring to her boyfriend. She continued, “And he's going as a wolf. Have you decided on your costume yet?” Spring blushed. She had decided, but was having second thoughts about her plan. She breathed in and gathered her determination. As nervous as it made her, this event was the perfect opportunity. “Yes, let me show you,” Spring said as she made her way to the closet. She reached in and pulled out her costume. There was a jacket covered in fur, furry thigh-high boots, and bunny ears on a headband, but no pants. “Where’s the rest of the costume?” Lisa asked, puzzled. Spring blushed again. “I...think I'm going to just wear a diaper with nothing covering it,” she said. Lisa responded with a shocked, but amused expression. Spring felt both embarrassed and excited as she explained to Lisa what she was thinking. “It's been about six months since Steve moved away, and I haven't been with anyone. I've just been focused on school and music,” she said. “I know we broke up because of my peeing and diapers. I don't blame him...and I am who I am.” Spring felt nervous about explaining the next part. “I want to meet someone who appreciates all of me, even the weird parts…especially the weird parts, really. And because tomorrow's event is a costume rave, I can wear almost anything and get away with it,” she said with a coy look on her face. Lisa was beginning to understand her thinking. “So instead of wearing a diaper under your clothes, like you normally would...” Lisa began to say. But Spring finished her sentence in an unexpected way. “I want to use them to go man fishing!” Spring exclaimed, and giggled. Lisa nodded, because she understood her logic. “I'll make sure John is cool with it. I'm so excited for you.” Lisa said aloud, but in her gut were pangs of jealousy. Lisa was closer to Spring than anyone else in the world, and that included her own family and boyfriend. She did not mind Spring's bathroom habits or diapers at all. In fact, she was secretly intrigued by them. But nerves prevented her from ever saying that to her best friend. Seeing her happy meant everything to Lisa, especially after some very challenging years Spring had endured. She definitely deserved to be happy. Whoever she ended up with would have to also accept her kink, which had become her lifestyle. Deep down Lisa felt that person might be her, but she had only known Spring to date guys. Heck, Lisa had only ever been with guys as well. Even though she had feelings for her bestie, if she expressed them she thought it would likely ruin their treasured friendship. Lisa loved her boyfriend John, but what she felt for Spring was something different, something deeper. “I miss cock!” Spring exclaimed. They both giggled. “Yeah, it's time,” Lisa agreed. She fought her jealousy away. Spring had worked hard and earned this opportunity to be happy. They would both be graduating with degrees in a couple of months, and the beginning of post-college life would soon be upon them. Spring's quest to meet someone that shared her kink provided an additional layer of excitement for tomorrow's event. They had their tickets. They had their costumes. They had a plan. Both ladies were already buzzing with anticipation for Friday. “How much more studying do you have to do?” Lisa asked. “I'm basically ready. I'll do a quick review before the exam, but it should be a breeze. Why do you ask?” Spring replied. Lisa wanted to play some music. It was one of her favorite things, and could work wonders to both clear her mind and get her in the headspace for the festival. “You know that set I've been practicing?” Lisa began, and Spring nodded. “I want to use one of the techniques you showed me, but I need your help with it.” Spring smiled and her eyes lit up. “You bet!” She replied excitedly. Music was definitely one of Spring's gifts, and she was always happy to share it with her best friend. Spring grabbed Lisa's hand and walked her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. It did not matter that her padding was swollen and she probably needed to change her diaper. The music was calling.

Alessandra or alex for short is a recently graduated from college and after all the stress from her time at school she decides he needs some down time and goes online and finds a place where she can have someone else take care of her so she decides to sign up. What she doesn't realize is that the place has all the guest wear diapers and soon regress into toddlers and babies.

Alive is 13 years old and is going to spend the summer with her grandmother.

Margaret or peggy for short is 25 years old and has always want to live the lifestyle of an adult baby in public. Instead of privately she has read online about a park where she can do that with others that are like her.

These are the first three chapters of a story I'm writing. I have two more chapters planned, maybe more. I use AI to help with the writing and editing, but even then it is a lot of work to complete a chapter. I'd like to hear what you think of this story so far. Chapter 1: The Wet Roads to Wettle Farm “Are we there yet?” I asked, trying to elicit a reaction from the car’s occupants. Anything to break the monotony of this boring journey. We’d been driving all day, crawling through this dreary, rain-soaked countryside at a snail’s pace. The monotonous sound of the windscreen wipers and the rhythmic patter of raindrops on the windshield only amplified my restlessness. How much longer could this endless drive continue before something, anything, finally changed? I shifted in my seat, desperate for any sign that our arrival was finally near—anything to end this mind-numbing trek through nowhere. As the youngest child in the car, I played an important role in keeping up the traditional complaints. I, the smallest, was stuck in the middle seat, sandwiched between my two older sisters who looked at me with a mix of disbelief and amusement, silently questioning whether my childish remark was genuine or just a silly joke. “Soon, Lucas” my dad replied with a weary chuckle, taking the bait. “And by ‘soon,’ I mean before your next birthday,” Dad teased. He glanced at mom, Laura, who was gripping the steering wheel and squinting through the windshield at the road markings that were barely visible through the heavy rain. “We’re all ready to get out of this rolling torture chamber”, Laura just smiled and shook her head, her eyes never leaving the road. “That’s next year,” I said, indignantly, ignoring his last remark. I wouldn’t be eleven for a while yet. We were heading to my grandparents Betty and Robert’s farmhouse for our annual family reunion—a cherished tradition I looked forward to each year—gathering in October after the harvest, when everyone’s finally free. The Wettle family was a close family, and with my grandparents having four children, all married, with children of their own, there was no shortage of cousins. The reunions had become increasingly crowded, with cousins spilling into every corner, it only made the chaos feel more like a cosy hug—a lively tradition we all loved. As mom finally turned the car onto the stretched-out, muddy driveway that wound its way to the farm, dad leaned forward in his seat, his eyes scanning the fields around us. “Looks like the rain’s let up just in time,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and anticipation. “Betty and Robert must be excited to have the whole family together again.” The rain had mercifully stopped, leaving behind that fresh, earthy smell. I counted the cars already parked haphazardly near the old farmhouse. Three. We were the last family to arrive at another wonderfully chaotic Wettle reunion. “Last but not least,” dad said with a grin as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “You know what they say, save the best for last. Let’s not keep everyone waiting.” He flashed a wink at Lucas before opening the car door, the cool autumn air rushing in to meet us. I stared at the weathered camper parked beside the barn—that’s where the older boys always bunked together, and I desperately wanted to earn my place in that sacred brotherhood. I imagined them staying up all night telling ghost stories with flashlights under their chins, maybe even sneaking candy bars and trading Pokemon cards by lamplight. The cream-coloured camper with its rust-stained wheel wells and faded racing stripes looked like the coolest fort ever, complete with its own little windows glowing yellow against the gray October evening. As my mother eased our car into the last available spot, Uncle Richard’s familiar laugh boomed from the porch while cousin Alex bounded down the creaky steps, both ready to help us haul our weekend bags into the beautiful, chaotic warmth of another family reunion. Just as Alex reached for a particularly large duffel, Dad quickly intervened. “Whoa there, Alex,” he said with a chuckle, gently steering him away. “That one’s got Lucas’ and Lisa’s old clothes for the swap tomorrow. You know how your mom and Aunt Laura love that hand-me-down tradition. We’ll sort through all of that chaos tomorrow in the light of day.” I carried my own bag inside, surprised by how much heavier it felt than when I’d packed it this morning. Mom must have slipped in some extra things while I wasn’t looking—probably the usual “just in case” items she always packed for family trips, though I tried not to think too hard about what those might be. As I made my way through the bustling hallway, I spotted Grandma Betty wrapping my cousin Mark in one of her signature bear hugs. “Mark! Oh my stars, look how tall you’ve gotten!” Grandma Betty’s voice boomed through the hallway. “I swear you’ve grown a foot,” she continued, holding him at arm’s length to get a better look. “You’re going to be taller than your daddy before you know it. Are you eating your vegetables like I told you?” Mark grinned, still caught in her firm but loving grip. “Yes, Grandma. Mom makes me eat broccoli every night.” “Good boy. That’s what makes you grow big and strong.” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “You are bunking together in the little boys’ room upstairs with Lucas”, she said eyeing me, “go bring you bags up, and claim the beds, before your little Nephews do.” My heart sank at Grandma’s words. The little boys’ room? I’d been dreaming of earning my spot in that weathered camper with the older cousins all year long. Instead, I was being lumped together with Mark and the younger kids upstairs. I grabbed my bag with deflated enthusiasm, trudging toward the creaky wooden staircase. At least claiming the better bed might salvage some dignity from this disappointing room assignment. Maybe next year I’d finally be old enough for the coveted camper brotherhood. I grabbed the handle of my bag and started toward the wooden staircase, but the thing felt like it was stuffed with rocks. Mark was already bounding up the steps two at a time, his own bag swinging on his back, while was using my two hands to lift my bag. “Lucas! Oh my sweet boy!” Grandma Betty’s voice called out as she spotted me, defenceless, luggage in my arms, at the foot of the stairs. She hurried over, her arms already outstretched, and before I knew it she’d wrapped both me and my bag in one of her famous bear hugs, practically lifting me off the ground with bag and all. “Goodness gracious, what did your mother pack in here?” she chuckled, still holding me tight against her flour-dusted apron. “This bag weighs almost as much as you do, honey!” “I don’t know,” I mumbled into her shoulder, feeling both embarrassed about struggling with the bag and grateful for her warm embrace. “It wasn’t this heavy when I packed it.” “Well, mothers always know what their boys might need,” she said with a wink and a chuckle, finally releasing me but keeping one hand on my shoulder. “Your parents are always looking out for you, even when you don’t realize it. Now, better hustle upstairs and claim that bed before your cousin Mark beats you to the best spot, alright?” I dragged my bag upstairs, feeling the weight Throb with each step, the wooden stairs creaking softly beneath my feet. “Need a hand?” Mark yelled from the door of our room, his voice cheerful and eager. I ignored him—he was only seven. I didn’t need his help, not when I could do it all myself. On the door was a note in my grandma’s old-fashioned handwriting, the script slightly shaky but warm—”Lucas, Mark, Nathan, David.” The words made me pause for a moment, a little ache in my chest. I sighed, my gaze flickering to the window just beyond the staircase. Nathan and David, the smallest of the bunch, like little lost kittens, were probably still outside in the yard or in the house somewhere, happy to be out of sight. The house was a classic 1920’s farmhouse—white-painted walls with dark green shutters that looked slightly weathered but sturdy enough to hold in all the memories of generations. The creaking of the old floorboards under my feet echoed softly, whispering stories of long ago. As I entered the room, the smell of aged wood, faintly spiced with a hint of musty linen, filled the air—a comforting, familiar scent that clung to the house like a warm blanket. The walls were panelled with dark, polished pine, giving the room a cosy, slightly nostalgic feel. In the centre, two mattresses sat on the cracked hardwood floor, covered in faded bed linen. Nearby, Nathan and David’s bags—small duffels in bright, cheerful colours—rested on them, waiting for the boys to return. Thankfully, the young boys weren’t in sight, their tiny voices and giggles echoing faintly from somewhere downstairs or the yard, blending with the distant murmur of voices from the porch and the occasional clang from the kitchen. An open package of pull-up diapers was sitting at the head of one of the mattresses, the cartoon characters on the packaging grinning up at me mockingly. I wrinkled my nose and looked away quickly, my jaw tightening. Of course the “little boys’ room” would have baby stuff scattered around. It made the whole situation feel even more insulting—here I was, ten years old, lumped in with kids who still needed diapers. I noticed other telltale signs too: cartoon dinosaur sitting on the windowsill, and what looked like a small stuffed elephant peeking out from under one of the bags. The room suddenly felt more like a nursery than a place where I belonged. Mark, had already claimed the best bed—the snug, secluded spot tucked behind the door on the left. His face was lit up with a grin that stretched widely across his sunny face, eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. “Hi!”, he said enthusiastically. I carefully placed my feet on the creaky floor, mindful not to step on the freshly made mattresses. I finally dropped my bag on the bed on the right, next to the door. With a soft creak the bed accepted the heavy bag. Mark suddenly bounced up from his bed, clutching something in his hands. As he approached, I could see it was a bright yellow Game Boy, the chunky plastic device looking almost new despite the worn sticker of Sonic the Hedgehog plastered on the back. “Lucas! Look what I got for my birthday!” Mark exclaimed, his eyes practically glowing with excitement. “It’s got Tetris AND Super Mario Land! Wanna play? We can take turns!” I couldn’t help but notice how much taller Mark had gotten since we last saw each other earlier this year. He was practically at eye level with me now, maybe only three or four centimetres shorter. It was weird—and honestly kind of annoying—how fast he was growing. Here I was, ten years old, and my seven-year-old cousin was catching up to me. “That’s... pretty cool,” I said, trying to sound unimpressed even though the bright screen was already drawing my attention. “Come on, you can go first!” Mark thrust the Game Boy toward me, his grin infectious. “I’ve been practising Tetris all week, but I bet you’re still better at it. You always were good at the puzzles.” My shoulders relaxed a little. “Well... I guess I could show you a few tricks,” I said, accepting the device. The familiar weight of it in my hands was satisfying. “Yes!” Mark plopped down on my bed next to me, bouncing slightly. “And then maybe we could see who can get the highest score? I brought extra batteries too, so we don’t have to worry about it dying.” “Alright,” I said, feeling my competitive spirit kick in. “But don’t cry when I beat your high score.” Mark laughed. “We’ll see about that! And hey, maybe later we could explore the attic? I heard Uncle Richard saying something about old board games up there.” My eyes widened and I sat up straighter on the bed. “Really? The attic?” I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you think Grandma would let us go up there by ourselves?” “Probably better to ask Grandpa,” Mark whispered back, matching my tone. “Uncle Richard said there’s boxes and boxes of old stuff up there. And games from when our parents were kids!” I could feel my heart beating faster. “What kind of games? And what else is up there?” The Game Boy suddenly felt less important in my hands as I imagined dusty treasures hidden in the shadows above us. Mark’s grin grew even wider. “I don’t know. We could be like... like explorers or something. Finding lost treasure!” “Yeah!” I bounced slightly on the bed, then caught myself and glanced toward the door. “We’d have to be really quiet though. And bring a flashlight in case it’s too dark.” “I brought one!” Mark practically vibrated with excitement. “It’s in my bag. We could go after dinner when all the adults are talking downstairs.” Just then, heavy footsteps echoed on the creaky stairs, and Mark’s dad Michael appeared in the doorway with a large, unopened package of diapers tucked under his arm. The moment Mark spotted it, his entire body went rigid. His excited chatter about the attic died instantly, replaced by tense silence as his eyes tracked the package like a hawk watching prey. Huggies Overnites, the same thick nighttime diapers I’d worn when younger, before I’d mostly stopped wetting the bed. So Mark was still in diapers too. Mark’s jaw clenched as his dad walked over and set the package down beside his bed with a soft thud. Mark shot him a look that could have melted steel, his earlier enthusiasm completely evaporated, but he didn’t say a word. His hands fidgeted with the Game Boy, gripping it tighter. “You boys coming down?” Michael asked, glancing between us before his eyes settled on Mark’s tense posture. He stepped closer to his son, placing a gentle hand on Mark’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, champ,” he said softly, “we’ll get you all set for bed later, okay? You’re a Wettle—no need to worry about a little thing like that.” His words carrying a hint of humour. “Now, dinner’s almost ready. You two better hurry before all the good food’s gone!” Chapter 2: The Little Boys’ Room After dinner, the farmhouse living room buzzed with laughter and snippets of half-finished stories. I hovered just behind the arm of the sofa, peering toward Mom, who was sitting nearby and listening to Aunt Karen tell a story about preschool chaos. My shoulder pressed against the sofa’s soft cushion as I leaned more heavily into it, finding the perfect spot where I could rest without actually sitting down. Emily lounged on the rug nearby, her head nestled between two older girls, chattering softly about something I couldn’t hear. Mom caught my eye, then leaned over and gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “Alright, kiddo,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear over the noise, “time for you to head up, okay? I’ve already put your mattress protector on; your pyjamas are folded on your pillow, and your toothbrush is upstairs in the bathroom.” “But Emily gets to stay down here.” I muttered, glancing at her absorbed in girl talk, with no mention of her bedtime. Mom lowered her voice and gave me a gentle smile. “You know Grandma—the little boys go first.” I sighed, casting an envious glance Emily’s way, but Mom just gave my shoulder another quick squeeze. Go on, sweetheart, brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a bit to check on you.” Behind me, Uncle Richard burst into laughter, his voice booming through the hallway, blending into the ambient hum of the family scene. The light dimmed behind me, casting shadows across the hallway, and the muffled voices of the party softened into silence as I climbed the creaky old staircase towards the sounds of chaos that were escaping from my assigned room. I waded into the room, which was stuffed with bags and beds. Nathan and David were already in their nightshirts and pull-ups, bouncing around. I kicked off my shoes and started peeling off my shirt, tossing them onto the floor beside my bed, along with my socks and underwear. The familiar routine felt automatic, providing a sense of normalcy in this cramped space. “Lucas! Lucas! Come play with us!” Nathan called out excitedly, waving some toy car in the air while David giggled and jumped on his mattress. I stood there awkwardly, butt naked, one leg in my pyjama pants like a flamingo, while they harassed me. Nothing says ‘join the fun’ like two toddlers in crinkly pull-ups staring at your bare butt like it’s the main attraction at a zoo. Here I was, ten years old, stuck in a room with kids who still needed diapers. Fortunately Mark appeared in the doorway just as I was pulling my pyjama shirt over my head, distracting them. I left the room to go and brush my teeth. In the bathroom I recognised the red and blue handle of my toothbrush with the web pattern details. It’s white bristles parted slightly. And started brushing my teeth, trying to ignore the ruckus coming from ‘my’ room. When I returned, Nathan and David had managed to involve Mark in their chaotic play. David was sprawled on his stomach, making elaborate crash sounds as he drove his toy car in circles around the room, while Nathan giggled and tried to build some kind of tower with blocks he’d pulled from god knows where. Mark sat cross-legged between them, smiling as David handed him a second car. “Actually, dinosaurs could run faster than some cars,” David declared confidently, making his toy car leap over Nathan’s makeshift tower, showing his vivid imagination. Nathan clapped his hands and immediately knocked the blocks down himself, sending them scattering across the cramped floor. “Why did you do that?” Mark asked, but he was already giggling as Nathan launched into an explanation that made no sense but involved a lot of hand gestures. I sighed heavily, sitting on my bed in my Spider-Man pyjamas, legs crossed, eyes tracing the chaos. They were completely oblivious to how irritating they were being, ransacking the room and making noise just when I wanted to sit quietly and sulk alone about being sent up here like a helpless kid. To add insult to injury, Mark was wearing the same Spiderman as I did. How alike Mark and I looked in our matching pyjamas, yet how worlds apart I felt. My attention snapped to Karen’s voice, cutting through the chaos like a referee’s whistle. “Nathan, David, it’s time to brush your teeth!” Karen announced softly, clapping her hands gently. The ransacking stopped abruptly as Nathan and David groaned in unison, their protests echoing off the walls. Mark shot me a look, as he too shuffled toward the door, following them to do the same. Within seconds, the room had emptied, leaving behind scattered toys, bags, clothes, and above all, a blessed silence. Finally, I could sulk properly without an audience witnessing my humiliation. I flopped back dramatically on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with its little cracks in the paint. This was so unfair. Emily got to stay downstairs with the teenagers, probably talking about makeup or whatever it was that older kids discussed when they thought they were so mature. Meanwhile, here I was, lumped in with a bunch of babies who couldn’t even keep their toys organised for five minutes without turning the place into a disaster zone. I rolled onto my side, glaring at the scattered blocks and toy cars littering the floor. Nathan was four—four!—and David wasn’t much better at five. And Mark, even though he was seven, might as well have been their age with how he’d gotten swept up in their ridiculous games. Ten years old should count for something. I could read chapter books, I knew my multiplication tables and I had been out of diapers for years now. I tried to remember when—I thought I was around Mark’s age when my bed-wetting got better and I stopped wearing them. But none of that mattered to Grandma’s room assignments. “Little boys go first,” Mom had said, like I was no different from my diaper wearing cousins who couldn’t even brush their own teeth. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it against my chest, feeling the sting of being treated like a baby when I was clearly so much more grown up than that. “But why do I have to wear this diaper?” Mark’s voice argued, while his dad gently pushed him into the room. “Lucas isn’t wearing one!” He gestured at me frantically, his eyes wide. “We’re even wearing the same Spiderman pyjamas! It’s not fair!” I pushed myself up, again aware of how similar we looked in our matching outfits. I sighed, I loved these pyjama’s, Spiderman was just the best, and that Mark though so too was just a coincidence. Hearing Mark argue like this, like a little child made my cheeks flush with secondhand embarrassment. “Mark please,” his dad sighed, pulling open the bag of Huggies Overnites diapers with a loud ripping sound that echoed through the room. “We’ve talked about this. Your pull-ups have been leaking a lot lately and we can’t have that happening here.” “But I don’t want Lucas to see them!” Mark’s voice cracked on my name, pleading his dad with his eyes. My stomach clenched with sympathy as I watched Mark struggle, unsure how to help him. Michael gently steered Mark toward the bed, gesturing for him to lie down. “Lucas understands, buddy. Don’t you, Lucas?” I nodded mutely as Mark reluctantly laid back on the mattress. “No! I can do it myself!”, Mark said, trying to grab the diaper, but his dad held it out of reach. “Mark, no, please,” Michael said firmly, the lines around his mouth tightening. “These are a little different than you pull-ups. I’ll show you how to put it on,” and then he added gently. “Otherwise you still wake up in a wet bed, and that’s not a nice feeling, isn’t it?” Mark tried to get up again, his jaw set in stubborn defiance. “Lucas isn’t wearing a diaper, and he’s only a little bigger than me!” I saw Michael’s patience fading, the white diaper clenched tightly in his fist. “That’s because Lucas doesn’t wet the bed anymore, Mark. Now, lift your hips, so I can get this on you.” I kept quiet, recalling my own embarrassing accident just a month ago. I had woken up slowly in the early morning, cocooned in my warm blanket, with the sound of rain pattering against the window. As I lay on my back, feeling like I was almost floating, I’d felt a light tingeing sensation in my groin. It’d felt pleasant, and incredibly relaxing. As a soothing warmth spread through my crotch, realisation crashed over me, the cosy feeling vanishing in an instant. I was peeing. I pulled back the covers, startled, to assess the situation. This was different from my occasional wetting accidents, this time I had been aware as it happened. I sat up. A large, dark, tell-tale wet spot, was starkly visible on the front of my red pyjama pants. I had stopped peeing. My bottom felt wet, but still warm, almost hot. My pyjama top was mostly dry. I got up and inspected the bed, noting the large wet spot where I’d been lying. What should I do? Normally, my parents would find me in the morning, or I would get up by myself and get dressed when I had wet the bed. However, it was still very early in the morning, and everyone else was still asleep. Should I wake them? My wet pyjama pants clung to my bottom as I walked to the bathroom. Looking around, undecided for a moment, I took my towel and still wearing my pyjama pants, started drying myself off, It sort of worked—my pyjama pants were still damp—but not as uncomfortable as before. I took another towel to address the wet spot on my bed. Back in my room, I started rubbing the wet spot in my bed vigorously, yet it persisted. Resigned, I spread the towel over the spot and climbed back into bed. Still bothered by the cold, wet fabric of pyjama pants, I stuffed the other towel into my pants to keep the damp fabric away from my skin. That made a big difference. Proud of myself for my inventiveness and knowing that everything would be dry by morning, I had soon fallen back asleep, snug and dry again. The thick, folded towel feeling strangely familiar against my skin, almost comforting. Mark and his father’s continued back and forth pulled me from my thoughts, back into the moment. “Mark, you can take off your diaper yourself in the morning,” his dad explained, “and if it’s wet, you take it off in the shower, just like at home.” I looked at Mark, who was now lying on his back, staring defiantly at the diaper. “Mark, please”, his father said. “It's the same thing you wear at home each night.” “Not. This one has tapes and is for stupid babies” His father’s patience finally snapped, and in one swift motion, he grabbed Mark by the ankles with one hand, lifting his legs while pulling down his pyjama bottoms with his other hand, still holding the diaper. He shoved the diaper under Mark, who stunned by the sudden action, was already lowered back onto the diaper before he realised what was happening. Mark cried out, his voice a mix of shock and protest. Ignoring Mark’s cry, his father pulled the front of the diaper up over his stomach, positioned it with few tugs and closed the tapes. The entire process took only a few seconds. “There,” his father said, his voice calm but firm. “All done. Now, let’s get your pyjamas back on so you can go to sleep.” Mark just lay there. “Are you going to pull up your pants yourself, or do you want me to do it?” his father asked him. Then as his father started pulling his pants back up, Mark grabbed them and helped the last bit. “I see you’re frustrated and tired, buddy, let’s go to sleep, okay? You’ll feel better in the morning” “I’m taking it off,” Mark said defiantly as his father started to move to the door. His father stopped, turning back to face Mark. “If you take that diaper off, you’re going to be in trouble, young man,” he warned, his voice stern. “I’m certainly not in the mood for dealing with a wet bed in this cramped house tonight.” His father then paused in the door frame, pondering for a bit before walking back into the room and taking a Huggies diaper out of the package. “Goodnight, boys,” he said, his voice sounding tired. “Sleep well.” With his father gone, the room turned silent. Mark rolled himself into his blanket, turning his back to the door. I watched him, feeling a mix of relief that the drama had ended and a twinge of sympathy for my cousin. It couldn’t be easy being the oldest of the little boys and still needing diapers at night. It had been awkward watching Mark have such a tantrum, just because he had to wear a different kind of diaper. I knew how much he looked up to me, wanting to be seen as more grown-up, but I didn’t fully understand why it bothered him so much. After all, he was still one of the little boys, even if he was the oldest among them. Karen slipped back into the room with Nathan and David right behind her, both still buzzing with energy despite the late hour. Nathan clutched his worn blue blanket, his brown hair a wild mess, while David bounced on his toes, ready to share a dinosaur fact. But Karen pressed a finger to her lips and whispered: “Mark’s asleep already, so quiet now.” The boys threw each other dramatic looks, but they didn’t argue for once. Nathan followed his older brother’s lead, trying to imitate the same hunched posture and high-knee steps, but his version looked more like a cat who’d just stepped in a puddle, lifting each foot like it was on fire. Sneaking with the stealth of would-be ninjas—if ninjas were prone to stifled giggles and occasional clumsy stumbles—they made their way to their beds. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at how easily the boys bought into Karen’s ruse. They silently crawled into their beds straight away. Karen leaned over my little cousins, hugging and kissing their foreheads. “Goodnight, my sweethearts,” she said, her voice soft in the darkness. I yawned deeply, my eyelids feeling heavy as the chaos finally subsided. The day had been long—driving, visiting, dinner, and then all the bedtime drama. My body felt like it was sinking into the mattress, and even the soft crinkle of the mattress protector underneath me as I moved seemed to somehow lull me to relaxation. Mom appeared in the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the hallway light. She stepped carefully around the scattered toys and came to my bed. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” she said softly, sitting on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. “I’m not sleepy,” I mumbled, a yawn escaping before I could stop it. Mom smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “Uh-huh, sure you’re not.” Her hand felt cool and incredibly comforting against my skin. I wanted to argue, to point out Emily was still having fun downstairs, but my eyelids were already growing too heavy to fight. “Let’s get you under the covers, you’ll get cold just lying on top like that.” I shifted sluggishly under the blanket, feeling the familiar weight of it settling over me. She squeezed my shoulder gently, and I suddenly didn’t mind being tucked in at all. “Now, close your eyes and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another big day with everyone,” she added softly. The light from the hallway vanished, and as the door softly clicked shut, all I could hear was the far-off sound of voices and the steady beat of my own heart as the room faded away. Chapter 3: All Quiet on the Wettle Front After a day of wrangling kids in the car and navigating the familiar twists of rural roads to the farm, I’d finally let myself sink into one of Mom’s worn armchairs in the living room, the kind that swallowed you whole with its faded floral cushions. The shift from the kids’ endless energy upstairs to this sanctuary among adults felt like emerging from a storm. The room was chaotic still, but the kind I could handle. Up there, in that cramped little boys’ room, the boys were probably turning bedtime into a battlefield, but thank goodness Michael had volunteered to handle Mark tonight. I wasn’t built for that level of pandemonium; give me spreadsheets and schedules any day over wrestling a stubborn seven-year-old into pyjamas. Down here, the living room buzzed—that warm, overlapping chatter we always slid into at these reunions, everyone talking over someone else and no one minding. Dad nursed his single glass of red wine in his recliner, chuckling at some story Richard was spinning about their latest camping trip. Kevin, ever the quiet mediator, smoothed over some clumsy conversational overlap before reaching for one of the bottles and topping off Dad’s glass with a grin. “Can’t let the old man run dry—keeps the stories flowing,” he said, looping everyone back into an easy laugh. I took in the familiar smell of my parental home—a mix of wood polish, old cushions, and Mom’s lavender hand cream—and glanced at the bottles of wine on the coffee table. Nothing fancy, just the good stuff we’d all brought along with us. “Susan, pass the peanuts, would you?” Karen called from across the room. I smiled and handed her the bowl, catching Mom’s eye over the rim. Funny how quickly ‘Grandma Betty’ becomes just ‘Mom’ again once the kids are out of earshot. She sat on the sofa like always, sharp eyes scanning the room to make sure no one got too carried away. Spotting an open bottle Kevin must have left teetering too close to the table’s edge after topping off Laura’s glass, I reached over casually, corking it with a firm twist before sliding it to a safer spot near the coasters. A few drops had spilled onto the scarred oak surface, so I grabbed a napkin from the stack and dabbed them up, the motion automatic, satisfying. There, better. It was small things like that which kept the evening from tipping into a mess, and honestly, it just felt good to restore a little order. That’s when I glanced up and saw Michael descending the stairs, his face drawn, a fresh diaper clutched in his hand. I knew that look—something was up. “You didn’t diaper Mark?” I asked, leaning forward a little. “Yes, I did”, Michael said with a sigh, a weary look in his eyes as he sank into the armchair across from me, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “Man, that kid’s got a stubborn streak,” he said, “I had to practically wrestle him into that diaper—lifted his legs and everything. He kept arguing about it and finally insisting he could do it himself, refusing to accept my help. And then he threatened to take it off the second I left the room.” I felt my mind flicking through contingencies before the rest of the room caught up. The room fell into a sympathetic hush for a beat, then Richard leaned forward, “Hey, we’ve all been there, Michael. Remember when Todd was that age? He’d hide his pull-ups under the bed like they were contraband. Kids test boundaries—it’s their job.” I nodded, forcing my shoulders to drop, and reached over to squeeze Michael’s knee. “You’re doing great, honey. Mark’s just at that age where everything’s a battle for independence. He’ll come around.” Kevin nodded along, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “Oh, I know that feeling.” Lucas pulled a similar stunt last month—wet the bed and tried to take care of it himself. Found him lying on a stack of towels like ‘The Princess and the Pea’ in the morning. He even had stuffed one in his pyjama pants. That sheepish grin on his face, gold. These kids keep us on our toes, but it’s all part of the fun.” Karen, ever the organised one, chimed in from her spot on the sofa, her voice taking on that warm, teacher-like tone she uses with her own boys. “Absolutely, Michael. And you know, when I tucked Nathan and David in just now, Mark was still looking pretty flustered under his blanket. Poor guy. But hey, at least the little ones crashed out quick after their ninja-sneak to bed. A little structure goes a long way, okay?” Just then, Laura slipped back into the room, her practical ponytail a bit askew from what must’ve been a drawn-out goodnight with Lucas. She grabbed her half-empty wine glass, its amber liquid catching the soft lamplight, and settled beside Dad—completing our intimate family circle. She announced to everyone, and to Kevin in particular, “All boys tucked in and fast asleep.” Richard came over with a clean glass and poured one for Michael, then topped up mine. ”Here you go, buddy,” Richard said, putting a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Some consolation from your old brother. It gets easier as they get older—Todd can take care of it himself now—soon you’ll forget this ever happened.” “Todd’s... ?” “Thirteen now”, Richard said. “Last one.” “Have you tried pull-ups for Mark?” Karin suggested, looking at the white folded rectangle that was now sitting next to me. “He might take those better, than a tape-on diaper that he needs help with.” “Yes,” I said, “they’ve been leaking a lot for him. That boy’s grown, and so has his bladder apparently.” Grandma Betty, who’d been quietly observing from her sofa throne, let out a chuckle that cut through the air like one of her old farm bells. “Oh, listen to you all fretting like it’s the end of the world. Back when you lot were little, Susan, you’d put up the same fuss—kicking and squirming while we’d put a fresh cloth diaper on you. We didn’t have that pull-up nonsense at the time. Remember that time you snuck out of yours and ended up soaking your bedding? Land’s sake, we had to air it out for days! But look at you now—all grown and handling your own brood. Puts it in perspective, doesn’t it? These phases pass, just like the rain outside.” Her stories sparked a ripple of laughter, and the mood shifted to that easy banter we always fall into at these reunions. As the clock ticked further past nine, we parents started to exchanged those knowing glances—the ones that said it was time to move on. It had been a gruelling day of travel for most of us, hauling kids and luggage across state lines to reach the farm, and the younger kid’s eyes were glazing over. Quietly we started sending them off to bed. The teenage boys got their marching orders to the old camper parked outside, with strict instructions not to make it too late. “Lights out by eleven, boys,” Richard called from his recliner. Brad, at seventeen, was dubbed the responsible ‘adult’ for the camper, which drew a round of chuckles—him puffing out his chest like he’d just been knighted. “Don’t burn the place down, your majesty,” Richard called after him, which earned an exaggerated royal wave in response. Richard turned to Todd, his youngest, with that fatherly mix of pride and prodding. “You can take care of it yourself, right, Todd? It wasn’t really a question, more of a gentle reminder, echoing the fuss we’d all just hashed out over bedtime routines, especially after Mark’s earlier antics. “Yeah,” Todd muttered, packing a whole monologue into that single word. His cheeks flushed just a touch, but he played it cool. With that, the kids scattered. Lisa paused for an extended goodnight hug from Laura and Kevin, who wrapped her up like she was still their little girl, even at fourteen—Laura murmuring something about sweet dreams while Kevin planted a kiss on her forehead. Todd, not to be outdone in the affection department, got pulled into a bear hug from Richard, who ruffled his hair and said, “Come here, big boy,” with a wink that made Todd squirm but smile despite himself. Watching them, my thoughts wandered to Lucas. Earlier in the evening, when Lucas had first learned that he wouldn’t be sleeping with the teenage boys in the old camper this year. He’d clearly been hoping Grandma Betty’s chart might put him there this time—but once she’s decided, there’s no appealing the verdict. No surprise he’d been assigned to the little boys’ room. Compared to Todd, Lucas' still a little boy, and he and Mark get along well. Lucas had tried to hide his disappointment, but his face reads like a book. “How old is Lucas again?” I asked. “Ten”, Laura and Kevin said almost simultaneously, trading an amused glance at their timing. “He’s ten already? He seems so small!” Karen mused, swirling her wine glass. “Yeah,” Laura replied with a laugh, “and the way Mark’s shooting up, soon Lucas will be wearing Mark’s hand-me-downs instead of the other way around.” “Small but mighty,” Kevin added with a grin, swivelling his wine glass idly between his palms. “My son’s got spirit, though—reminds me of myself at that age, always trying to prove something.” He chuckled quietly to himself, knowing Lucas was already out cold upstairs—probably curled up and dreaming big in a bed that still seemed too big for him. “He’ll handle the reunion chaos fine,” Kevin went on, “he just needs the right team in his corner—and he’s got that here.” As the laughter eased, Kevin’s eyes found Laura across the circle. It wasn’t a big gesture—just a shared, knowing look between two parents who understood their boy in ways no one else could. Most of us didn’t push it too late that night, even though the wine was flowing and the stories were getting better with every glass. Mom was the first one to call it a night, letting out a soft chuckle as she pushed up from her spot. “Well, you lot have more spark than this old gal can keep up with anymore. Land’s sake, I need my shut-eye before those grandbabies turn me into a zombie come mornin’. Goodnight, all.” We were all tempted to keep going, but reality lurked in the back of our minds, surfacing in those small, knowing glances passed around the room. It wasn’t just me feeling it—everyone’s eyes carried the same quiet concession, the same mental math about the coming day’s chaos. The little ones would be up early, and we’d need every ounce of energy to keep up with our own brood. So, just before eleven, we finally started calling it, trading half-reluctant “goodnights” that carried the comfort of routine—parents herding themselves off to bed as surely as we’d herded the kids earlier. I glanced at the spare diaper Michael had left earlier, a small memento of the last item on my checklist for tonight. “I’ll check on him,” I said to Michael. I straightened up, adjusted my grip on the crinkly bundle, and took a moment to steady myself, the wine buzzing warmly in my veins after such a long day. But I’m fine, I thought. A mom’s got to do what a mom’s got to do. I made my way upstairs. Michael’s earlier story about Mark’s little rebellion replaying like a loop in my mind: that stubborn threat to yank off his diaper the second the door closed. Kids and their independence phases—adorable in theory, exhausting in practice. As I slowly opened the door to the little boys’ room, the soft glow of the nightlight in the hallway cut through the shadows in the room. It was pitch black outside; the rain pattered steadily against the windows. Walking into the room was like wading though a minefield of bags and scattered toys. There was very little room between the mattresses on the floor where I could see the two small forms of Nathan and David fast asleep. Fortunately, I spotted my boy close by right away. His familiar form under the blanket, arm wrapped around his pillow, lying on his side, back towards me. There he was, fast asleep like nothing had happened. I leaned over carefully, slipping my hand under the blanket for a quick check. My heart skipped as I patted his bottom—no diaper! That little scoundrel had taken it off. I felt around a bit more, my fingers brushing the sheets, and breathed a sigh of relief: Not wet, yet... I really wanted to do this without causing a scene. Gently, I folded his blanket away and started pulling his pants down, trying not to wake him. He stirred, murmuring something sleepy and incoherent, his small body shifting as I worked his pants down further, lifting him at the hips. “Shh, sweetie, it’s okay,” I whispered, my voice soft and soothing, leaning in close. “Mommy’s got you,” my voice soft and soothing as I unfolded the diaper, its crinkle loud in the otherwise quiet room. I positioned it carefully, then rolled him onto his back, towards me, onto the fresh diaper. He stirred some more. “Mommy’s just putting a diaper on you, sweetie, so just lie still for me, okay,” I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. I pulled the front up between his legs, smoothing the soft material flat against his tummy. Then took each side flap, carefully positioning and pulling until each tiny buttock was snugly covered before pressing the adhesive tapes securely in place with a soft, muffled ‘snap’ sound. With the diaper now securely in place, I let out a soft sigh of relief. Now I only had to get his pants back on. “Can you lift your bottom for Mommy, sweetie?” Nothing happened; his body remained limp, still heavy with sleep. I put my hand under his lower back, guiding him to make the desired motion. “Lift your butt, sweetheart,” I asked again. And bless him, in his drowsy haze, he responded with a small, instinctive arch of his hips—just enough for me to work with, like his body remembered the routine even if his mind was still dreaming. I pulled up his pants, smoothed everything into place snugly, and put my hand on his belly, signalling that he could relax again. I let my hand rest there, feeling the sweet, soft curve of his belly as he drifted back into sleep, rising and falling with the gentle, steady rhythm of his breathing. I planted a kiss on his forehead and he settled right back into sleep, barely missing a beat. As I tucked him in, I couldn’t help noticing how the diaper had fit him perfectly, with little room to spare. These new diapers would barely keep up with how quickly he was growing. My boy was growing up too fast. Part of me wanted to freeze time, to keep him small and close just a little longer. I felt my shoulders drop as I tucked him in fully, letting that thought settle. Satisfied and wistful, I slipped out quietly, the door clicking shut behind me, and headed to bed with that warm glow of having mended one more thing in this chaotic world, treasuring the gift of these small, sacred moments.

Vicky Williams had a worried expression on her face. She was sitting on the sofa worried that her 20 year old daughter wasn’t socialising enough and was working too hard on her college work. Vicky was a 37 year old brunette mum. “She really needs to get out and meet her friends and stop spending all her time doing her work” I head up to Ellie’s bedroom and knock on the door “Ellie?” Ellie is pouring over notes and mounds of books. Her heavy glasses are sitting on my nose. She hears her mum calling through the door. “Mum, not now. I need to study for the quiz next month. It's important." I say trying to zone you out but I know it's not that easy. Last month, you tried taking me out to go out and meet people for half an hour. I refused as I wanted to really study for college and I wanted to get great grades. I shook my head and got back down to studying. “Ok hun. I was just saying that I’m going to the shops and I’ll be there awhile'' Ellie doesn't hear anything and Vicky heads downstairs and grabs her purse. She gets in the car and drives to the local supermarket. As Vicky approaches the entrance, there are people handing out leaflets. One of them hands her one and she looks at it while going in. ‘All stressed out? Want to relax? Well take a relaxing day at our ‘feel young spa and health centre. You'll feel like a new you.’ Vicky smiles and thinks that Ellie would love that. She put it in her pocket and finished the shopping. 1hr later Vicky puts the bags in the car and drives home still thinking of the spa. She parks the car and puts the shopping away, head up to Ellie’s room. “Ellie, I saw this when I was shopping. Though you could do with it” she says, sliding it under the door. Ellie doesn't see it as she is in the zone. The clock chimes 11. Ellie looks at it and yawns. She wasn't finished with her studies but she was shattered. She got up from the chair and was about to flop onto her bed when she noticed the leaflet on the floor. It looks interesting and Ellie needs a break but she needs to finish this assignment. She puts it onto her bedside table and flops onto her bed and is out like a light. When Ellie woke up the next day, her body aches and her legs feel like lead weights. “God I'm aching, my body feels like I've been to the gym during the night.” She sits up in bed and looks over to her bedside table and takes the leaflet. “This looks really relaxing. I'll get mum to take me.” Ellie gets up and walks like a zombie downstairs. “Um, mum, can we go to the spa resort?” “Well, actually, I guessed you wanted to, so I decided to book us in today. I've signed us up for a few treatments too and I'm just waiting for you to have breakfast and then get dressed and we can go.” Vicky replied. Ellie nods and hurries up getting ready and 10 mins later both Vicky and Ellie are in the car driving downtown to the spa. 20 mins later, Vicky parks the car and both of them enter a big building. The building is an old huge mansion with the name ‘Feel Young Spa’ on the front. They go up to the front desk "Hello and Welcome to ‘Feel Young Spa’ the receptionist greets them. “Hello, we booked today. Our names are Vicky and Ellie.” The receptionist checks the computer. “Yes, right. That looks fine. If you don't mind following this gentleman here and he will take you to your first treatment.” We follow the man and are led into a tiled changing room with two white dressing gowns. “If you would like to take off your clothes and change into these dressing gowns and wait here, someone will be here for you shortly.” He leaves and we start undressing. We finished undressing and waited in the gowns. 5 minutes later, a woman entered the changing room. “Are you guys ready?" She asks and leads them into a room with two massage tables in the middle of it. “Ok, If you could lay down on your back and your waxing will begin soon.” She said, pointing to two tables. Vicky and Ellie lay down on the tables and wait patiently and 2 people walk through the door. “Right, who is Ellie?” Says one of them. She raises her hand. “Right you're mum signed you up for a full wax and relaxation package and Vicky you’ve got a waxing” says. “Can you put these towel round your waist?” We take the robes off and wrap them round our body. “To relax you further, please put on these headphones.” The lady places them on Ellie. On the headphones is peaceful, soothing music. Vicky looks over at Ellie and smiles that she is accepting this. Ellie winces a little bit every time that the wax strips are pulled off but the music keeps her relaxed. Ellie is so relaxed that she doesn't realise that the lady has finished waxing her and starting rubbing oil, herbs and chemicals into her body. Ellie smiles, enjoying it. What Ellie doesn't know is that Vicky has signed her up for the extreme mind stress reliever. This treatment uses hypnosis to mentally regress her mind to a much less stressful time and Vicky has chosen for her to become a 6 month old baby. Included in the package is treatments for Vicky. She will receive some drugs that will make her lactate and be able to carry her new baby. The lady taps Ellie on her shoulder and she opens her eyes and takes one side of the headphones off. “Yes?” Elle says. “Right I’ve put the oils on you so I’ll leave you to soak in them for 10 mins and I’ll be back. Lay back and I’ll check on you then”. The lady says as she starts to leave. She places the headphones back on and closes her eyes. She relaxes again, not bothering to look at Vicky who is talking to the lady. “When will her hypnosis take effect?” Vicky asks. “It will take effect once the clock hits midnight. Your changes will take effect once you get home” the lady says “also you ticked the home changes right?” She nods. “Right, when you get home, everything will be set up but don’t let her see till the next night.” I nod. The lady goes to Ellie and taps her on the shoulder again. “How do you feel? Do you feel relaxed and all nice?” She smiles and says “Oh yes. That felt brilliant. I needed that. I feel so relaxed and my skin feels so smooth and even down there feels nice. What’s next?” “Your next treatment is a mud bath, so get dressed in your gown and follow me” the lady said, opening the door. “Can I keep the headphones on while I enjoy the mud bath?” Ellie asks. “Sure, you wear them all day here” the lady replied. Ellie looked pleased. All three of them walk down the corridor and Ellie is still listening to the music. They all enter the room and there are mud baths full to the brim with mud. Vicky and Ellie slip off the gowns and enter the mud baths. The mud bath feels weird at first but it’s so relaxing. “I feel so relaxed mum. I’m glad we decided to come here.” Ellie says take your headphones off. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that cause you seemed so stressed with all that work. Now let’s soak still in the mud and enjoy the rest of our treatments” Vicky replied, closing her hers and disappearing under the mud. Ellie couldn't do that as the headphones would get dirty. About 30 mins later, the lady came back and told Vicky and Ellie that their session and treatment was over. Ellie took off the headphones and got into the showers and washed the mud off. “Mum you look great, your skin looks youthful.” Ellie says. “Thanks Ellie, you're not looking too bad either, looks like the oils and mud bath is doing your skin good” Vicky replies. A little milk trickles out from her breast but as she is showering, it gets washed away unnoticed. They dry themselves and head to the changing rooms. They head out past the receptionist. “Hope you had a great time. Please spread the word around that we are here” she says with a smile on her face. “Oh we had a lovely time, did we Ellie?” Vicky asks her daughter. “Oh yes, just what I needed. I’ll come again and spread the word.” Ellie says, smiling back. Vicky turns round and wink at the receptionist and she winks back. They head back to the car and arrive home a few minutes later. “I’ll get the wine and you switch on the tv and you choose the channel, Ellie” Vicky said heading into the kitchen. Ellie sits down on the sofa and switched onto an old episode of Friends. Vicky comes out of the kitchen bringing out 2 glasses of wine and hands one to Ellie. “We’ll just have the one glass and then bed ok?” “Ok mum” Ellie replies, raising the glass to her mouth. 20 mins later, the episode had finished, their wine was finished and both were tired. “Well, it’s bedtime. Let’s go, Ellie” Vicky says, getting up from the sofa. “Ok mum, I’m coming” Ellie says groggily. They head upstairs into each of our rooms. The moment Ellie disappears into her room and shuts the door, Vicky sneaks into the spare room to see what the spa people have done. She opens the door and Vicky's heart flutters. The room has been emptied of all the junk and replaced with the cutest baby furniture. It would be for a baby but it’s for Ellie instead so it’s bigger than normal. The room has been painted pink with cartoon animals painted over the walls. There is a white cot along one of the walls and above that is Ellie’s name in grey letters surrounded by a white cloud. In the corner is a nursing chair and a stool. The changing table is white like the cot and on it is a pink changing mat with white hearts. Underneath it, is stacks of diapers, wipes and baby powder. On the floor is a pink rug that covers the floor. Standing behind her is a pink wardrobe. Vicky opens the doors and her heart melts again. Inside are the cutest onesies and dresses hanging up or folded. There is a second compartment with bows, booties and assorted items. Vicky closes the wardrobe and takes in the nursery. “I can’t wait to show Ellie this,” I say to myself. She quietly heads out and closes and locks the door and walks to her room and with a smile on my face, she goes to bed. Meanwhile in Ellie's room, she is having a weird dream. She is 6 months old and everyone is cooing and cawing at her. Ellie tries to talk but just gurgles and drools. She sees her mum come into view. Vicky reaches down and tickles her tummy and Ellie giggles. A strange feeling is in her tummy for a brief moment and a grunt escapes her. Ellie feels a squishy feeling in her bottom and a warm wet feeling around her crotch. She starts crying. Ellie suddenly wakes up looking around and sighing that it was just a dream. She glances over at the clock on the wall and sees that it is 11:00. She closed her eyes again and fell back to sleep again without dreaming again. One hour later the hypnosis starts working. Ellie starts to feel a bit uneasy and turns in her sleep. Gradually her thumb works its way up to her mouth and her thumb enters her mouth and she starts suckling it and Ellie calms down and eases in her sleep. The alarm clock goes off and Ellie opens her eyes. She realises that her thumb is in her mouth and she pulls it out. “That was weird and so was the dream. Anyway, time for breakfast”. She walks downstairs and spots her mum sitting at the sofa drinking her tea. Ellie decided not to tell Vicky about the weird dream, putting it down to the stress of her work. “Thanks for the spa day yesterday mum. I really needed it.” Ellie told her mum. “I feel well relaxed and I can get down and continue my college work.” Vicky stopped drinking her tea. “No worries but I really hoped you would relax a bit longer and take a break from your work.” Her mum looked worried. “I can’t do that mummy.” Ellie looked shocked that she said that and like a kid. “I mean mum. I have an important assignment due in 2 days and it will help me pass.” Ellie said, still embarrassed that she talked like a kid. Vicky acted like she didn’t hear it and just nodded. “Do what you need to do hun. Just remember to take breaks”. Ellie nods and gets her breakfast ready. She pours the cereal in the bowl and pour milk into it and takes it to her bedroom. She puts it on her work table and starts up her laptop and Ellie starts her work. Ellie is busy working on her laptop when an ache from her bladder signals that it’s time for the toilet. Ellie runs to the toilet, pulls down her panties and sits on the loo just in time. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she would have wet her pants. After emptying her bladder, Ellie wipes herself and pulls up her panties and heads back to her room to continue her work. Ellie's tummy rumbles and she reaches over to the bowl of cereal and starts eating and finishes the whole bowl and drinks the cereal milk. She wipes her mouth and continues with her work. Elle had just finished a chapter of her work, when her bladder signals that it's full. “Not again, I don't need it again now”. Another ache and she runs to the toilet again just in time as her bladder muscles release her wee as soon as her bottom hits the seat. “That cereal must have gone through me. Well I don't need to go for a while now.” Ellie cleans herself up and heads back to her room to finish the 2nd part of her work. Ellie sits down on the chair but suddenly stands up as she feels a small damp spot on her panties. Shocked on how she could have a damp spot as she's been toilet trained for 18 years. Ellie quickly whips off her panties and opens her drawer to wear a new pair of panties. She pulls up the new pair and looks at the damp pair asking herself if she should go down to her mum and tell her. After a minute, Ellie decides against it and tells herself that it's just probably just the stress of starting her college work again. She goes downstairs and goes into the living room and switches on the tv to de-stress herself. The tv channel is being changed and stops onto a show called New girl which she loves. 20 mins into the show, Ellie starts to get bored, which is weird as she is usually captivated by it, and she tries to reach down for the remote, she realises that her hand is stuck to her mouth and that she's been sucking on her thumb without her realising. She pulls it out, embarrassed “Why do I keep doing that? I'm not a damn baby! Maybe it's just all this stress with work”. Ellie grabs the remote and starts changing the channel until something catches her eye. Flashes of programs appear on the tv: a cooking show, a nature show, a baby show, a dog behaviour show and a shopping show. Ellie goes to the dog behaviour show and watches it for a few minutes. They are training dogs to do various tricks. Vicky enters the living room and sits beside Ellie. “What on?” “I’m watching a doggie pwogramme….. dog programme.” Ellie looks embarrassed at her speech slur but Vicky pretends not to notice it. “Cute. You finished your work?” “I just need a break mum but it’s nearly done” Ellie replied not taking her eyes of the dog show. As she was answering, a dribble of drool fell from her lips and fell onto her top. Ellie shook her head and wiped the remaining drool from her lips and wiped her top but it still had a drool stain. Vicky looked at Ellie with a mixture of excitement and anticipation with how well it’s progressing. Suddenly Ellie runs upstairs and quickly sits on the toilet and feels her bladder empty but something feels wrong. She suddenly realises that she hasn’t pulled her panties down and is now sitting on the toilet in soaked underwear. Ellie starts crying with her head in her hands. The door opens up and Vicky sees her daughter crying. “What’s wrong?” Ellie looks up and sees her mum standing there. “I forgot to pull my knickers down to wee and also this is the 3rd time I needed the toilet today. I think something is wrong with me! I need to see the doctor.” Vicky walks up to her daughter. “Right I’ll book one for the morning but take a nap and I’m sure you’ll feel better.” Ellie nodded her head but realised that her thumb was in her mouth again and started crying and hugged her mum. Vicky was smiling inside that the hypnosis is progressing nicely. She led Ellie (with difficulty as she was still hugging her) to the bedroom. They both enter Ellie’s bedroom and Ellie started changing her wet knickers and cleaning her legs with wet wipes while Vicky looks at her phone. “Right, that’s the doctors appointment booked for tomorrow afternoon. Let’s get a good night's sleep. I’m sure it’s just stress.” Vicky says hugging her daughter as Ellie puts on clean knickers. Ellie puts on a pink top and lays down on bed and Vicky exits the room closing the door. As she closes the door, Vicky smiles that the hypnosis is working and soon she’ll have her little girl back again. In the bedroom, Ellie is drifting off to sleep and as her eyes close, her hand makes its way up the bed and her thumb enters her mouth, starts sucking on it and drifts into a peaceful sleep.

1 Riley lived a monotonous life. Like any other eleven-year-old girl, she woke up early in the morning, had breakfast consisting of a bowl of milk and cereal, brushed her teeth, and turned into an athlete in order to catch the bus that would take her to school. There, she would spend five hours listening to her teachers’ endless speeches and writing down everything important in her notebook. She had no friends. Not that she minded other people’s company, mind you; she simply preferred to stay in the background and keep to herself. During group projects, she participated enthusiastically and did her part, but once everything was finished, she went back to being the shy, reserved girl she was. Every now and then, she imagined what her life would be like if she had friends. It would probably be less boring and static, and more lively. Once, she had asked her parents about it, but their answers hadn’t shed much light on the matter. Her father, Greg, told her that having friends filled your days with all kinds of wonderful emotions, while her mother, Helen, said that time passed more quickly and happily when you were in the company of a friend. She was still thinking about it as she walked home from school. She passed Vito’s restaurant, then Mary-Ann’s porcelain shop, and finally stopped at the entrance to the supermarket. She looked at it, uncertain about what to do next. The road ahead was quite long, at least a thirty-minute walk. She had finished her little bottle of water during history class, and she would get thirsty long before she reached the residential area. She felt the left pocket of her jacket. Her wallet was there, which meant she had money with her too. She was sure of it; she hadn’t spent any of it before then. So, she walked through the entrance and headed toward the bottled-water section. She picked up a cold bottle of water and set off in search of the checkout counters, which in an instant turned into a full-blown treasure hunt. She found herself in the meat section, went right, all the way to the end, and reached the area dedicated to bread. With a sigh, she went back four aisles and turned left. She was surprised to find the baby-products shelf on one side and the toy aisle on the other. Standing as still as a statue, she stared at the baby-products section, especially the diapers and wet wipes in their colorful, eye-catching packages. She snapped out of her trance and shook her head. She stepped closer and picked up a pack of Pampers Baby-Dry. Soft, she thought. I wonder how they’d feel on me... Suddenly, Riley was overcome by a sense of disgust and put the package back on the shelf. Why had she thought that? Why had she stopped there and held a package of baby diapers in her hands? What was happening to her? She took a few steps backward. Her gaze shifted to a young woman with brown hair and delicate features. She, too, was looking at the section with interest. She stopped at the exact spot where Riley had been standing and picked up the package of diapers, placing it in her cart. At that very moment, their eyes met. Caught in the act, Riley looked away. Her mother had taught her that staring at strangers was rude. She blushed. In complete silence, the woman smiled at her and continued on her way. The girl took one last look at the shelves filled with diapers and other baby products. She wanted to buy them and use them. But there was one detail that kept hammering away at the back of her mind: she was an eleven-year-old girl, capable of listening to her body, not a little child. She went back to searching for the checkout counters, leaving this strange episode behind and hoping it would never happen again. I’m a big girl, she told herself. And big girls don’t wear diapers. --- The next day, Riley was there again, staring at the shelves filled with stacks of pale-blue packs of Pampers Baby-Dry diapers, piled one on top of another and one behind the other, forming an impenetrable wall. The real reason she was there was still a mystery, but she didn’t care about that at the moment. She was practically bursting with the urge to buy a pack of diapers and a packet of wet wipes. She reassured herself by repeating, “I’m going to get them now. I’m going to get them now. I’m going to get them now.” As soon as she took her first step, she immediately pulled it back. Then the air seemed to grow more and more tense, and Riley tried harder and harder not to panic. She did this seven times in a row. “You’re still here too?” asked a sweet voice. The girl turned her head to the left. It was the woman she had seen twenty-four hours earlier, dressed in a slightly wrinkled dark-blue coat and brand-new light-blue trousers. Her first thought was: What a strange coincidence. “Uh-huh,” Riley replied, nodding. Her heart began to beat faster. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only person in this aisle,” the adult replied in a friendly, warm tone. “I forgot to get the wipes yesterday.” The woman went to get them and then returned to Riley. “You seem nervous. Is everything all right, young lady?” Riley nodded hurriedly, forcing a rather unconvincing smile. The woman glanced behind her, then turned her attention back to the girl with a questioning expression. “Why are you here?” she asked, crouching down to Riley’s height, her eyes a light green, like a meadow of grass on a sunny day. Quickly, she added, “If you don’t mind me asking.” Riley remained silent. Why was this woman asking her that? Did she have ulterior motives? Where were the adults? She began breathing nervously. The woman realized she had been too forward, so she repeated the question in a softer, less inquisitive voice. “What brought you here, sweetheart?” “I... I d-don’t know,” Riley stammered, taking a few steps backward. “Maybe...” “You’re interested in these things,” the woman replied gently. “There’s nothing wrong with that, you should know.” Her eyes lit up. The woman continued. “It’s a curiosity many kids have, so there’s nothing wrong with... becoming a child again and using children’s things.” “Really?” “Yes,” she replied with a smile. “You’re not crazy. You’re a perfectly normal girl. You’re unique.” Riley’s eyes became watery, and she rubbed them with the sleeve of her jacket. “I’d like to make you an offer, so you’re free to refuse,” the woman began. “I’ll buy you everything you need and walk you home. What do you say?” Without thinking, the girl shook her head. An offer like that couldn’t be refused. And Riley already had a counteroffer in mind for the mysterious woman. She gathered her courage and made her proposal: “I have money, and I want to buy them myself... but the only thing I need... is... to know how to put one on.” The woman smiled. “Would you like me to put it on you before we part ways?” Riley blushed with embarrassment and looked away. No. No! That was going too far. Her private parts were private! The woman chuckled playfully. “Just kidding, silly! You simply lie down on it, pull it up until you feel it against your tummy, and fasten the tabs. If you have any trouble, watch a video on YouTube.” Riley nodded and quietly thanked the woman. Before leaving her sight, the woman playfully ruffled her hair and wished her good luck with everything. Would she ever see her again? She picked up a pack of diapers, a packet of wet wipes, and a bottle of moisturizing lotion, then headed to the checkout to pay. The cashier, a woman in her sixties, complimented her for being such a diligent and responsible girl. Riley couldn’t help but blush at those sweet words. If only they were true! Once she was outside the supermarket, she felt on top of the world, and the smile plastered across her face was proof of it. Now all she had to do was go home and turn back time. The day had taken a decidedly more exciting direction than her usual monotonous routine.

An new story that popped into my head recently that I had to let out. Not sure how long it will be per se and I'll add more tags as needed. Hope you enjoy! /Haku --- Chapter 1 Lydia shuffled up to the cozy cottage that stood peacefully in a serene glade in the otherwise unwelcoming, dark forest. Honestly, who would even choose to live here in the middle of nowhere? she thought to herself, much less one that had been lauded as one of the greatest witches in coven history. Some would definitely call the glade’s flowery facade quaint and calming, but that really only meant it was lonesome and boring. Heck, even Lydia’s old sCryphone couldn’t pick up any nearby leylines that connected covens all over the world, so it had all the same uses as a brick currently. Not that it saw that much use anyway. She had more important things than doomscrolling on Hextagram like her old schoolmates from her academy days. Maybe I could have used it as a bludgeoning tool on that last orc that accosted me on my way here, she mused as she collected her breath. The journey here had drained her both physically and mentally. The magic crystal in her broom was almost depleted as well. She made a note to charge it later when she had the chance. If she was lucky, maybe the ancient crone living here carried a magic-charger? Lydia snorted. Unlikely. The ‘All-Mother of Ancient Magic’ or just ‘All-Mother’ probably wasn’t one to dabble in modern magitech. Even her real name was a mystery, and only her moniker had been passed down through the ages, but according to Lydia’s old mentor, she was definitely the real deal. Of course, Agnes the Augur was no slouch either, and Lydia had understood why after five years of apprenticeship, having different training regiments and spell techniques beaten into her and her cocksure attitude beaten out of her. Well…partly, at least. Lydia winced a bit as she adjusted her posture, rubbing a shallow wound. That last orc had almost gotten the best of her. She was powerful, a top-three student back at the witch academy in fact, and more than enough to dispatch packs of worgs and a wyvern or two thinking she was an easy meal. Orcs were crafty however, always lying in wait to try and catch you off guard, and there had been a lot of them on the way here. She shook her head and smirked as if she thought of something funny. Doesn't matter now, I have an old crone to convince. I can kiss my booboos later. Agnes had gone to quite the great lengths to keep any information pertaining to the All-Mother secret, annoyingly so even. Normally, an apprenticeship under Agnes the Augur would have easily sufficed in order to get approved for a loan to open your own Atelier in any prominent town. But Lydia was a woman of ambition, and her thirst for knowledge propelled her forward. She could never settle being a common town witch, selling lotions and potions galore. And because of her ambition, how could Agnes expect for the All-Mother to accept her, if Lydia knew nothing of how the ancient crone ticked? But her old mentor had been very strict in that regard, only offering vague answers and roundabout solutions. Lydia sighed, adjusting her black hat, brushing away a thick, blond curl of hair that stuck to her mouth. She straightened her dark robes and wiped the sweat from her face. It wouldn’t do to look unpresentable before asking to become All-Mother’s new apprentice. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she knocked two times on the cottage door and waited. And waited. Huh? Is she not home? She knocked again and waited. Nothing. Lydia started to panic. Why wasn’t she let in? Sure, she didn’t expect the All-Mother to open the door by hand, but she could at least offer up a simple unlocking spell? Should she try to unlock it herself? Would that be rude? Wait, was this part of a test? Had she been deemed unworthy already? Her thoughts spiraled a million miles a second until she remembered her mentor’s last words before departure. “If the All-Mother approves of you, her abode will make itself known.” She took a few deep breaths to calm down. That had sounded quite strange, but not as much as when Agnes enveloped her in a hug before she could fly off on her broom. “Good luck, apprentice. You’ll need it.” Exactly what kind of being was the All-Mother really to warrant such caution and unsolicited affection from her otherwise strict mentor? Also, had she shivered back then? Nothing ever fazed Agnes The Augur, yet that only lit a fire in Lydia’s eyes. She was going to learn everything she could from this ancient crone, or die trying. Lydia came crashing back to reality. She squared her shoulder, steeling herself before grabbing the iron handle of the door, tugging at it with a modicum of strength. It swung easily towards her, despite the thickness of the wood, barely making a sound. Hmm… Lydia tried peering inside, but the interior appeared almost fuzzy and unfocused, like looking through a distorted lens. Displacement magic? Interesting… She summoned up enough courage and traversed the magic barrier obscuring the room beyond the door, immediately feeling a shiver down her spine wash over her. Lydia opened her eyes she unwillingly had closed, a rookie mistake and in normal circumstances, she’d chide herself, but her astonishment as she opened her eyes made her wave that notion off quickly. The interior of the cottage was much, much larger than what could ever be observed from the outside. Dimensional magic too? This just keeps getting better and better! Few witches could boast mastery of spatial magic, enough to enchant a bag or maybe a chest or two, but this…this was something else. Lydia felt positively giddy at the prospect. She carefully looked around, searching for any signs of life. No one in sight, not even a familiar or two. Lydia cleared her throat, her voice slightly raspy being unused for a couple of days. “Hello? Esteemed All-Mother? My name is Lydia Evans, mentored under Agnes the Augur, and I’ve come to seek apprenticeship.” As a witch, it was a bit of a faux pas to state your full name, but such things certainly held no meaning to one of the greatest witches of all time, Lydia believed. No answer. Curious…, Lydia thought as she gazed over the interior. Was this part of a test, perhaps? Did she have to find the old crone herself, like a veritable game of Hide n’ Seek? She abandoned that thought, instead she squinted her eyes at how large everything inside appeared to be. Where she had imagined finding a wrinkled crone living in a cramped space, she instead saw furniture large enough to accommodate fully grown orcs, maybe even an ogrillon. How tall is this woman? Well, at least Lydia wouldn’t have to worry about accommodations if the All-Mother accepted her apprenticeship. Another glance. The kitchen appeared massive with chairs that needed large cushions should she ever wish to eat by the table, and not on the floor, and the cupboards were so high up, she’d need to levitate to reach them. That’s a bit annoying…Lydia considered, but her thoughts were interrupted by a clicking sound. Spinning around, another door further in the back seemed to be slightly ajar. “Venerable All-Mother?” she tried again, striding past the kitchen and towards the dimly lit room. Her bedroom quarters, perhaps? “I deeply apologize if you were resting, yet I have travelled far to meet with you, and would ask for your gracious respite?” No answer again. Huffing silently, Lydia impatiently pushed on the door and stepped inside. The room was odd, to say the least. It smelled faintly sweet with a familiarity that Lydia couldn’t quite place, and other fields of displacement loomed over several large objects within the room, hiding their true appearances. Yet two items remained clear which immediately caught Lydia’s eyes. A curious cube rested upon a padlocked, wooden box which both bore similar carvings to one another. Stepping closer, Lydia let out another surprised gasp, realizing them to carry great arcane potential. She hurried over, decorum all but forgotten and inspected the cube further. Naturally, she wouldn’t touch it directly before analyzing it. She wasn’t some two-bit witch fresh in her first year of the academy after all. Instead, she muttered the incantation for an advanced identifying spell, her previous fatigue lost to the greed for knowledge, and investigated the mysterious cube. Hmm, no traces of ‘Malice’...and no compelling curses either, she thought. But I can’t ascertain its true purpose…yet that is par for the course with powerful artefacts! “Fascinating!” she exclaimed. The cube was comprised of intricate arcane matrices that weaved together into a complex puzzle like Lydia had never seen before. Unable to contain her excitement, she started prodding further, grabbing it by hand and pouring strands of mana into it. Oh, yes…one channels raw magic into here through a conduit…hmm it splits off here in different directions, okay…I can’t be too forceful, or it could overheat the circuits inside, but too little and the mana will simply dissipate before they reached the core. Wow, alright easy does it then… Her hunger for knowledge had overridden her sense of caution as she channeled magic in delicate ways she hadn’t even experienced in her last exam at the academy. The faux artefacts were nothing in comparison to this marvelous piece of arcane wonderment. A lingering thought entered Lydia’s mind. This is it! This must certainly be a test from the All-Mother! Solving this would surely prove her worthy of being her apprentice, why else the secrecy? Of course the greatest witch of all time wouldn’t bother if Lydia couldn’t complete it? What if this is merely the beginning? What other marvels did the All-Mother have in store for her if this was merely the first test? It accelerated her efforts, it had definitely been the right move to come here. She steadied her breathing, focusing only on solving the cube. Unbeknownst to Lydia, in her focused state, a warm feeling started emanating in her stomach. It branched outwards to the very top of her head, down to her lower extremities, yet it did not feel harmful in any way, so neither did the young witch react badly to it whatsoever. After a grueling ten minutes of focus with sweat pouring down her face, she finally heard a satisfying, mechanical noise from the cube as it started to unravel from the top. Lydia, in a possibly overexhausted state powered merely by adrenaline, quivered in anticipation. She had done it! She solved the cube! Now, she would certainly become—! Was that a ballerina emerging from the top? Lydia stared in disbelief at the intricate doll dressed in a pink tutu rise up from the cube, spinning into place slowly as the room filled with a childish, yet soothing melody. Her eyes locked frozen at the display until the chiming tune wrapped up and the figure slowly retracted back into the cube again. A moment of silence washed over the young woman as she held the cube still in her hands, until gingerly setting it down upon the wooden box again. Heh…well that nice, she thought to herself, ready to pass out from mental exhaustion. Never could she have imagined that such a complex magic item could lead to such a simplistic result. It was enough to give oneself some quiet, philosophical reflection about how its the pursuit of knowledge itself that matters. After all it’s about the journey—! “Not!” Lydia yelled, exasperated, her clawed fingers stretched up towards the ceiling. “Like what in Cyric’s Great Cyst was that about!” “Oh?” came a mysterious, deep voice from behind Lydia. “Was that toy not to your liking?” Lydia’s eyes widened and she spun around. Towering behind her was a voluptuous woman, perfect silvery skin and long, ashblond braided hair dressed in white silken robes that did little to hide her assets. The woman’s piercing pale eyes seemed to stare into her very soul and Lydia found herself blushing, both at the gentle smile she was given and the fact that the woman was drop dead gorgeous. “U-uh,”Lydia stammered as she tried to adjust her gaze and failing, meeting her own black shoes instead. “Cat got your tongue, little one?” The mysterious woman smirked and took another step forward. “Don’t worry child, I don’t bite…much.” “I’m, uh,” Lydia tried again. Normally she would object from being called something so demeaning. She was grown woman in her twenties after all, and sure at 5´6, she wasn’t tall by any meaningful standard, but she certainly didn’t look like a child. Although, next to this woman, she might has well been a toddler. “A-are you…” Lydia said, swallowing audibly, “the esteemed All-Mother?” Absurd, that’s how it sounded coming out of Lydia’s mouth. No titles could ever do this woman any justice. She looked nowhere near what Lydia had imagined. Actually she didn’t look like anything she’d ever encountered, in literature or socially. “Hehe! I suppose that is one of my monikers passed down through the covens of the ages,” the woman grinned. Her laughter was sweet like honey and flowed like pearly rivers through Lydia’s ears, heating up her face anew. “Though, I prefer to be called something much simpler.” “O-oh what is that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Lydia said, “I just want to make sure I’m being respectful.” “Oh aren’t you sweet, but let’s put a pin in that for the moment. I take it that you’re Lydia? Aggie’s kid?” Lydia was shocked to hear that the supposed All-Mother of all Magic already knew her by name, but then remembered that she had called it out when she arrived. But…Aggie? “I-I’m Lydia, yes. Agnes the Augur was my mentor until recently. She told me to seek you out if I wished to ‘broaden my horizons’ and seek a deeper understanding of magic?” “So that is what little Aggie is called nowadays? How precious,” the All-Mother said. Lydia almost snorted at the woman’s attitude regarding her mentor. The strict, old crone had been in her late sixties when she had left, and certainly not someone that Lydia would ever had described as ‘precious’, but it made the young witch relax nonetheless. “You, eh, certainly have a way to refer to your old students,” Lydia chuckled as she tried to find the courage to look the ancient witch in the eyes. She failed spectacularly. “Hmm?” The All-Mother bent to meet her gaze, giving her a wide smile that could conquer kings and queens alike. “What was that Ly-Ly?” Lydia choked on her own spit. “Ly-Ly?” “Of course, my new ward needs to have a cute nickname if I’m adding her to the roster.” While Lydia started to think that this woman was as odd as she was beautiful, she couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Really? You mean I passed the test?” Already, she could feel her body becoming less tense. “Test?” The All-Mother chuckled. “The intricate runic cube over there?” Lydia arched an eyebrow and pointed. “I admit I was expecting something else to happen when I solved it, but the puzzle itself was amazing! Did you make that?” “Oh you ‘solved’ that little thing, did you?” The All-Mother mused knowingly. “But yes I did make that, but I suspect it was just left out after Millie’s last visit. That little girl is such handful sometimes, always leaving her toys scattered about.” “A-aha?” Lydia wasn’t sure how to respond to that. The cube was merely a toy? What did that even mean? And who was ‘Millie?’ “B-but even if that wasn’t a test…I still get to be your apprentice?” “Hmm? Oh yes, yes of course, sweetie. In fact, I don’t think you have very much choice at the moment. You’re probably going to feel the side effects of the cube soon,” the woman said as she looked around. “Oh dear, Millie forgot to take off the obscuring charms she practiced last time too, silly girl.” Lydia tensed up again. “What do you mean—” But she didn’t have time to finish as the woman waved a hand over the room, chanting silently, clearing away the displacement that hid the furnitures in the room. Lydia’s jaw dropped to the floor as the rest of the room cleared up. A large fuzzy playmat adorned the floor with teddy bear and dolls printed on it, a giant, pink dollhouse rested in one of the corners and a large, white structure with bars, flowers carved into its base containing a baby-blue mattress and pillows stood proudly in another. Is that…is that what I think it is? Lydia balked and looked over to another large object near the it. A soft, smooth mattress adorned its top and underneath it; large, puffy rectangles, and bottles from where the familiar smell emanated from that she remembered from her kindergarten days. The whole room was an enormous nursery! Lydia stared at the giantess again, her previous mentions of nicknames and sweet way of talking making more sense by the minute. “E-esteemed All-Mother?” Lydia said tensely, now fearing for her sanity. “W-what is all this?” “Oh, sweetiepie,” she mused and bent down to boop Lydia on the nose. “Just call me Mommy.”

Hey everyone. I've just started branching out to see if anyone is near or in South Carolina that are ABDLs! I've done some research and apparently no one in or near my hometown are ABDLs. When I did come across someone they were inactive so no hope there lol. I would love to make friends and have conversations and get to know one another! It just sucks being an ABDL with no one to talk to that shares similar interest.

My background: I’m sporty and athletic in real life. One secret I have that nobody knows about is I’m a lifelong diaper lover. I remember when I was younger making lots of makeshift nappies (I’m from England so its nappies over Diapers) and my younger cousin who used to come over used to wear pull ups, I used to be really jealous of her and steal her mini mouse pull ups 😅 Story Background: This is 100% a true story which happened to me a few years ago when I was 23 in the hospital. I was going in for routine Hernia surgery, it was supposed to be a day procedure or 1 night stay depending on how I felt after the surgery but due to a few minor complications and events I ended up in the hospital for 4 nights. I hope you enjoy how this story unfolds it was a dream come true for me but also fulfilled with embrassment. FYI I’m not a great writer and not great with words so I do apologise if my storys bad to follow. Chapter 1: Arriving at hospital day of the surgrey After being on NHS waiting list for 2 years it was finally time to get my hernia surgery. I was excited to finally get my hernia repaired as it has held me back with a lot of my sporting activities this past few years. I arrived at the hospital and I brought my overnight bag. On the pre op assessment they told me that if I get my surgrey early that morning I should be eligble for day release which I definitely preferred but they said be prepared to have to stay one night so I brought my overnight bag. I arrived at the hospital and the letter said to go straight up to the ward, it was the surgical ward. I was waiting outside the door for quite a while at surgical ward before nurse spotted me and buzzed the door to let me into the ward. I showed her my referral letter and she was very nice and she pointed me up to the desk. Once I arrived at the ward desk there was 6 nurses behind the desk and the receptionist. I thought it was unusual for all the nurses to be sitting behind desk but it was first thing in the morning so their shifts had likely just started they where all either chatting or writing notes into a clipboard. All of the nurses was very attractive two looked older than me I would say one was mid 30s and other early 40s. The other nurses looked similar age to me around 25 and I seen one was a student nurse she looked younger. One of the girls was blonde and she was beautiful I saw her name was Shannon. She gave me a smile and said can I take a look at your letter and then she goes ahh Jack your rooms just down here let me show you and she led me down to which was believe it or not room 1 on a 30 room ward. Once I arrived she said she had to do a covid test first before they proceeded on. (This was 2023 year of my surgrey so covid tests where still relevant especially in hospital settings). She came back shortly with the test and put the swab up my nose and swirled it around. I always hated getting tests in my nose and it made my eyes water. After the covid test was taken she said she’ll be back in half an hour once the test was finished and to make myself comfortable and unpack. As I was unpacking Shannon came back 30 minutes later and said everything was fine with my COVID test. She then handed me a questionnaire to fill out in meantime and said she would be back shortly to explain details about my surgrey. I was filling out the questionnaire and it was general questions like medical history, any allergies, high blood pressure etc general standard questions except when I came to a tick box, day time incontinence, night time incontinence or both. Being a life long diaper lover this question sparked my interest. I mulled over what to do and I finished the rest of the questionnaire before coming back to incontinence question, I gave it some thought as I didn’t know what to do as my parents would be collecting me from the surgrey and if it was the next morning I don’t want them finding anything out. A rush of blood went to my head and I said “Fuck it” and ticked “Night Time Incontinence” and I set the clipboard down before I tried to change anything. It was only a few moments after I set the clipboard down Shannon came into my room again and asked me how I was getting on with the questionnaire. I told her I was all done. She passed me my surgical gown and said to me that I would need to put this on before surgrey, and due to where surgrey was she said you’ll have to remove your underwear, she said we do have these disposable underwear but you don’t have to wear them most male patients choose not to, and i held up the disposable underwear and they looked like skimpy womens panties and we both looked at each other and laughed and I said I don’t think I will be wearing these and we both laughed. She said she will give me a 30 minute heads up to get changed before surgrey into my surgrey clothes and not to worry. I said thats great and as she was leaving she picked up the clipboard and said she will give this to the surgeon have I everything filled out and I replied that I think so. Giving my response she started scanning through the questionnaire, I could see her pupils dialate as she was reading down you could see it in her face but she was really professional and passed no remarks. I knew it was at nightime incontinence one, and I could feel my cheeks burning red with embrassment. But she never said a thing she just replied everything looks great Jack I will give this to the surgeon, just sit tight and I’ll give you a heads up when your surgrey is near. I tried to keep myself busy in between times scrolling on tiktok, Netflix looking at diaper girl stories on tumblr etc anything to try keep me busy. It had passed and it was now 4pm. I was thinking am I ever going to get this surgrey. I was a bit nervous regarding the surgrey so I was keen to get it out of the way. Shortly after 4pm one of the nurses called Laura came into help. She was around 35 and she was on of the Nursing Auxiliarys on. She had been in a couple of times to chat during the day and we had gotten along really well. She came in and said I have bad and good news for you. I looked at her and said well then start with the bad. She said okay your surgreys not happening until the tomorrow morning, there was a couple of emergency surgeries had to be performed today unfortunately but the surgeons taking you first thing at 9am tomorrow morning, I looked at her and said okay and now for the good news. She smiled trying to cheer me up and goes the good news is I get to take your order for your free dinner and bed and breakfast. I looked at her and smiled to as I knew she was just trying to cheer me up. I looked at the sheet and I ordered shepards pie and porridge for breakfast. She told me dinners around 6pm. I used this as a good time to text my mum and dad and to tell them what happened, they where asking did I want them to come for evening visiting time and I told them not to worry its just one night I’ll get caught up on some netflix series on my iPad. This seemed to put them at ease. Shortly after dinner (which wasn’t the best) I got a bit bored. Having not had my surgrey yet I was obviously as mobile and quite capable. Shannon came in I hadn’t seen her in quite a while. I asked her if I could go stretch my legs outside the hospital and go to the hospital shop. She said normally patients aren’t allowed to without supervision but in these circumstances she said she doesn’t think it will matter. She told me when I come back to buzz the door and someone will open it. I left the ward and was delighted to be out walking about 12 hours in one room was enough. I walked around the outside of the hospital for around an hour I covered a right few steps. On my way back in front entrance the hospital shop was there. I decided to go get something in the shop as I was hungry for I didnt eat a lot of the shepards pie for dinner. I purchased a bottle of BPM, Haribo Starmix and a packet of Quavers Cheese. As I was making my way up to the ward I wondered was I going to be allowed to bring in what I had purchased in shop. I’m sure I was but I didn’t want to take risk either so I quickly took my hoodie off and I hit the crisps sweets and drink in my hoodie and put it under my arm. As i approached the ward I buzzed to get in. Same as this morning was no answer. After what felt like an age standing there a nurse I hadn’t seen before today spotted me outside and she came to the door. She asked me who I was and after briefly explaining who I was she said Shannon had told me when she was changing shifts come on ahead you haven’t missed tea and toast yet. I was delighted at the thought of getting tea and toast. As I was walking back to the room I noticed the Tea cart. Just futher on down was another cart, I gulped as I seen what was on top it was Abenda M4 Nappies(being a diaper lover I immediately recognised the brand when I seen them), i couldn’t believe it and the cart wasn’t very far from my room. As i reached my room memories started flooding back from this morning of me ticking night time incontinence. I was filled with so many emotions, excitment, butterflies, nerves, embrassment but a million thoughts raised through my mind. I’m not actually about to get put in a Nappy for bed am I? This would be to good to be true. To be continued… (this is only my first night of what ended up a four night stay in hospital. Its a true story let me know if use are interested in hearing rest and I will post next chapter)

Character list: Kayla (17) – a spoiled teenager. She is 5’4 120, has spiral permed blond hair, she’s hot and she knows it. Kayla is in her gang with Rachel and Debbie. They bully the other kids, and the teachers often report them. Fred (42) Kayla’s father - a busy company manager. He is the CEO of a biological research and development institute. Two years ago, he got divorced when his wife left him. Since then, he’s been raising Kayla alone. Kayla insisted on staying with him. She had much more freedom while her father was at work. Annie (32) – Fred’s girlfriend. She moved to him and Kayla shortly ago and noticed Kayla’s behavior and decided to teach her a lesson. Annie is a PE teacher and trainer, physically strong and muscular 6’1, 190, blonde hair and blue eyes. ------------ “Fred! Kayla definitely needs a lesson, read the letter from the headmaster,” Annie was sitting in the living room and reading the letter. Dear Mr. Woods, The behavior of your daughter Kayla is inacceptable. Her last mischief has crossed all lines. She and her schoolmates Rachel and Debbie forced a younger girl to dress like a baby and go to the class. The girl’s parents require an instant reaction. We consider expelling all three sinners unless proper corrective measures will be taken. Sincerely yours Samuel Raid, headmaster Fred took the letter and read it repeatedly. He realized he didn’t have time to tend to Kayla. “Annie, I’m sorry I’ve been busy all the time,” he sighed deeply. “If you don’t mind it, I have an idea,” Annie grinned; while reading the letter, she got that idea. They waited for Kayla until she arrived home. They guessed she was outside with Rachel and Debbie.

A bit different, a quick bit of fun I need a mall day. I read the email from my supervisor: ///// “Cynthia, Your request for a half day off is approved. Tom P.S. Great job with the Hansen case BTW, they are very pleased.” ///// I smiled to myself… Dang right it was a good job. I worked my tail off finding those public records of that shit. Glad someone appreciates it. I grabbed my phone and called my BFF, Julie. We’ve known each other since college. Too bad she’s straight, maybe we could have been an item at one time. But now, it’s more like she’s the sister I never had… ///// “Hello?” “Hey Jule…. I got the afternoon off, let’s celebrate.” “Oh… hey Cindy… I can’t. I sort of promised Kathleen…” “Oh… dang.” “Well… it’s nothing major, maybe… maybe you can join us? We’re just going to have a wax party?” Aw sheesh… I would love that… but ever since I got drunk and made a pass at Kathleen… “Are you sure? I mean… you know how the last one ended….” “I’ll make a deal with you…. You do me and I’ll do Kathleen. And no wine this time…” “DEAL!! What time?” “She was coming over to my place about four, then we’d make an evening of it.” “I’ll bring some pizza!” “Great!! See you then.” ///// After I hung up I realized: Shit… that means Kathleen will be waxing me! Is that a good thing or a bad thing? The thought of her touching me down there…. But knowing her, after last time, she’d probably enjoy ripping my pubes off with warm wax!! … I arrived right on time with two medium pizzas. Julia answered the door, “Hey girl, come on in. Kathleen is pouring.” I carried the pizza to her kitchen counter where Kathleen was pouring a glass of wine. Now, don’t get me wrong, Julia is good looking. And as I said, we’ve been BFF’s since forever. But Kathleen…. Her blond tresses, those ample boobs… and those lips, when they touched that wine glass…. Shiver. She noticed me staring, “Julia says no wine for you tonight… right?” I blinked and shook my head a little, “Yeah… listen… I’m sorry about…” She shrugged, “Just remember…. It’s never going to happen. You’re nice Cindy, but I’m just not into girls.” Sigh… here I am with two women, and nothing is going to happen. Oh well… Julia came into the kitchen and opened a box of pizza as she said, “I’ve got the wax warming up in the living room, let’s eat while it’s getting ready.” … With Julia, the three of us slipped back into our comfortable selves. Julia and I have waxed each other’s legs since school. And when I asked her to start doing my kitty, she just shrugged and obliged. I offered to do hers once, but she declined. Then Julia invited Kathleen to one of our ‘wax parties’ a few months back. We always had a nice evening, until last month. That’s when I got too drunk. … Kathleen was on her third slice when she tossed her half-eaten slice back onto the lid of the box, “Ugh… I can’t eat another bite.” Julia picked the pepperoni slice from Kathleen’s discarded piece while I burped from the fizzy cola. My burp smelled of sausage. Julia licked her fingers and closed the lid of the pizza box, “Then let’s get started. Who wants to go first?” I jumped at the chance, “Let me do you first Julia… then I can have some wine.” She shrugged and we all headed to the living room. Now, the unwritten rule was, only one girl at a time gets undressed. Then they have to put their bottoms back on before doing the next girl. Before Kathleen joined our little parties, Julia said she wanted it that way because she sometimes got uncomfortable if I stared too much. Hey, I’m gay, what can I say? I sure as hell am not going to let some guy wax me, and on my salary, having a girlfriend do it is a lot cheaper! Since I asked to go first, Julia started by dropping her jeans. She left her panties on though, as I said, she’s not interested in going further than just her legs. I picked up a spreader stick as she sat on the designated hardwood chair. And I behaved myself, concentrating on the task at hand. Other than a couple of ‘yips’ from Julia, it went fine and soon she was pulling her jeans back up over perfectly smooth, hairless legs. As I got up from being on my knees, I mentioned, “Now for some of that wine….” Julia stopped me, “Maybe you should wait, just watch some tv or something while I do Kathleen.” I was a little miffed. I mean yeah, I know what happened last time, but the idea that I wasn’t able to control myself at all? Then Julia said gently, “Please?” “Oh all right… I’ll sit over at the table,” I capitulated. Julia was a good friend through thick and thin, and I didn’t want to make a scene. I pulled out my phone and played some silly game. I glanced up when I saw Katheen take her panties off. Going for the ‘landing strip’ look again I suppose. Now don’t stare…. When Julia dropped to her knees in front of Kathleen’s spread legs…. Nope nope nope!!! Don’t look, concentrate on your game!!! To her credit, Kathleen didn’t make a sound the entire time. When she called my name, I looked up and she was fastening her jeans, “Okay Cindy… you’re up.” I don’t wear jeans to work; the office has a ‘dress code’. As I walked over to ‘the chair’ I reached behind and unzipped my skirt and placed it on the back of the chair. Then in one quick swoosh, my panties went on top of my skirt. I watched those blond tresses of Kathleen swirling around as she knelt in front of me. Her hand reaching for the applicator, she asked, “The usual? Full Brazilian?” All the other times, I had no problems with Julia doing it. It was simple, just something we’d been doing for years. Like brushing your teeth, or going to the OB/GYN. You just spread your legs and…. But this time with Kathleen, I felt nervous, almost shy. “Well?” Kathleen asked, tapping her free hand on my knee. I spread and decided to look up, not at her. Then it began. She started at my ankles. Maybe she was as uncomfortable as I was about this. She knows I sort of have a thing for her… But she’s “not into girls” She didn’t say a word and Julia seemed to have left. Then I heard her in the kitchen, cleaning up, I guess. Kathleen was working up my legs methodically, soon it was time and I felt warmth over my pussy. Then… YEOW!!! That one hurt! What did she do, wax half my pussy at once!!! I jerked and looked down at her, she wasn’t looking up. I whispered, “Hey, easy…” She didn’t look at me as she started spreading wax again. She just replied, “Oh don’t be such a baby…. Oh wait… I forgot… you LIKE being a baby….” I tipped my head back and gritted my teeth. It’s true… I do that sometimes. That’s why I put up with this… I like being completely smooth… like a baby. And I’m still a bit upset that Julia told you that. “AHHH!!!! JESUS!!!” I swear, that time she almost tore off my labia! I jerked my head down to stare at her, but she was finished. I mumbled, “Julia does it in smaller patches… it hurts less…” Kathleen was standing up, “Well… it’s finished quicker this way.” I looked down and touched gingerly. Yeah, it was as bald as a baby’s… but it was also a bit red. I picked up my skirt and slipped it on, going commando. With the way she did it, I didn’t want to risk panties for a little while. I just tucked them in the waistband of my skirt and said, “Now for some of that wine.” Julia was walking back from the kitchen with a glass already poured and handed it to me. She simply said, “Here you go, this will help.” She’s right, being half drunk usually, it doesn’t seem to hurt as much. But this time, stone sober, and the massive size of the patches the way Kathleen did it…. I took a huge swig and drank half of it at one go. Kathleen had to leave soon, but I stayed back to help Julia clean up and put things away. Then we sat and gossiped for a while. Julia paused at one point and said, “I’m glad you and Kathleen worked things out. You both mean a lot to me, and when you two had that fight… Well I felt sad.” I nodded. Then I said, “Well, I think she got a little back at me tonight. Between being sober and the way she did me…. It HURT!!” Julia giggled, “Why do you think I don’t go that far?” I shrugged and finished my glass, “Yeah I know… but you know how I like the whole ‘baby girl’ thing.” She laughed, “Yeah… I know you. You’ll probably go home, put on a diaper and finger yourself to sleep.” That HAD been the plan, but now… the way it still stings. I squirmed a little and said, “I don’t think so tonight.” Then I punched her shoulder playfully, “And I’m STILL a bit miffed that you told her that about me!” She shrugged a little and apologized, “Yeah, I know. Sorry I did that, but we were drinking and she knew you were a lesbian and I think… I don’t know.” I leaned/ fell sideways a little and put my head on her shoulder, “I forgive you. Just try not to spread it around… Okay?” She reached her hand and patted my head, “Deal. Now, are you okay to drive? Or should I get you an Uber?” I sat up straight again, “I’ll be okay. I only had one glass this time.” She saw me to her door, gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. As she started to close the door, she winked and said, “Good night baby girl… sweet dreams.” … On the way home, I tried to understand it. She’s the one girl that just doesn’t… ‘do it’ for me. She’s more like a sister. And who wants to have sex with their own sister? Now Kathleen on the other hand… But after what she did tonight, I don’t know. I like the loving, caring, mommy-type. Kathleen showed me a bit of her mean side. I remembered afterwards, I wasn’t staring at her body any more. Maybe she did it on purpose… to discourage me. After I got home and undressed, I used the bathroom. It still stung when I wiped so I decided against anything below the waist and just snuggled into bed and fell asleep. … Over coffee and toast, I remembered what Julia said last night. “…probably put on a diaper and finger yourself…” Hmm… it DOES feel better this morning… But maybe… I grinned to myself as I hatched my plan. I put my cup in the sink and went into the bedroom, straight for my stash. Just the act of pulling the thin drug-store brand diaper up between my legs and I was gliding my fingers over the soft cover. No… not yet… Let’s do things right… I got up and found a camisole instead of one of my usual B-cup bras. Then my yellow sun dress. Perfect! THIS little girl is going shopping. Just be a good girl and don’t tinkle too much… these diapers don’t hold a lot. I was giddy with excitement as I got out of my car and walked into the mall. Granted, my outward appearance wasn’t strange at all. I had my yellow purse hanging from its shoulder strap and my dress was a respectable length. And between my camisole and didee… nothing would show through. Perfectly respectable… But I knew my little secret. I wandered past a few shop windows, although I did linger for an extra minute looking at the Victoria Secrets display. Sigh… don’t have the boobs for that. But if I had a mommy that dressed like that….purrrrr… It was getting close to lunch, so I wandered over to the food court and got a plate of Chinese. As I ate, I ‘people watched’. Aww.. there’s a mother with a little girl in a stroller. Look at the pretty booties she’s wearing. Do they come in my size? My eyes wandered, two teenage boys were checking me out. Forget about it guys… I tried boys… wham… bam… thank you ma’am… No thanks. Then I saw her sitting about ten yards away. Whoa… long blond hair?? Check… Big round boobs?? Check… Legs to die for??? Check… Her skirt wasn’t THAT short, but it was short enough and her legs were angled in my direction. I started imagining those legs wrapped around my head…. Then I noticed the neckline of her dress. It wasn’t crazy, but there was some nice soft boob showing…. Oh… I wonder what sort of nipples she has…. I was squirming in my chair a little now. And squeezing my legs together. One of the reason I like diapers… I can feel it pressing against me when I squeeze my legs like this. Holy SHIT!! She just winked at me?? Maybe?!?!?! My hopes rose, but then suddenly dashed when I saw a brunette bend down to give her a hug and sit down with her. Crap! Why are all the good ones taken. I kept staring though, I felt myself getting worked up over her body. But she seemed to be talking to her friend now. I hardly noticed the brunette. Seemed a bit older… jeans and a sweatshirt. Blondie… why don’t you ditch her and come check my diaper? Would you? Would you cuddle me against those boobs and let me suck on them?? Dream on girl… half the women I’ve been with were freaked out by my diapers, and the other half were BITCHES… But hey, I can dream can’t i?? I watched as Blondie got up and walked away, even her ass had a nice look. But then I realized she was alone. I glanced back at the table she was at just in time to see the brunette pick up her trash and walk in the opposite direction. I looked back towards Blondie just in time to see her disappear around a corner and she was gone. Dang… all worked up for nothing. I looked around a bit more, but nothing compared. But now I had a need between my legs and I didn’t want to go home yet. I picked up my tray and emptied it in the bin and walked out of the food court. Next to the food court was the multiplex theater and I had a thought. I stopped to study the movie posters of what was showing. Well… If I find one that’s not too full…. I’ve done it before. If the movie is nice and loud… I felt a little thrill at what I was contemplating as I walked over to the ticket counter. Then a quick stop for a box of candy and a soft drink. As I picked up the cold cup, I smiled to myself. Baby girl might have an accident on the way home…. Giggle It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I could tell. Only about six other people, and they were all sitting either in the middle, or down front. Perfect!! I headed for the far back, along the side, not in the middle. I chose next to the wall. Not a great view of the screen, but privacy was the deciding factor. I munched my candy waiting for the movie to start, sipping on my drink. I was watching carefully as a couple came in, but they saw me, so they sat on the opposite side, far away from me. They probably have the same idea, and don’t want anyone too close either. One more person, but they sat down towards the middle. Then the movie started as the lights dimmed. I honestly don’t know much about the movie, that wasn’t the point. I finished my candy and in the darkness; I lowered one hand between my legs. Partly the thrill of what I was about to do, partly thinking of Blondie… but I inhaled sharply when my fingers touched my inner thigh. Oh geez…. I need this… This is going to be good… Now… just let out a little pee…. Poor baby Cindy… can’t hold it can you…. Just a widdle baby…. When the hot urine splashed against my diaper and against my smooth labia… I knew I was going through with this, no matter who noticed. My fingers brushed the soft covering of my diaper and it felt like electricity against my kitty. I closed my eyes and started fantasizing… Baby Cindy needs diapers…. Baby needs her mommy… Suddenly I heard a noise next to me and a voice whispered , “Naughty girl…. ” My heart leapt into my throat as I jerked my hand away and sat up straight. I turned to look and said, “What the hell? You’ve got the whole theater…” It wasn’t Blondie… It was the brunette. I was pissed. Here I was, about to enjoy myself and this woman… She sat down and leaned over, whispering in my ear, “Hate to break it to ya… But she’s as straight as an arrow.” I was confused, “What? What are you… Who is straight???” I felt her breath in my ear, “My blond friend. I saw how you were checking her out. She’s straight as can be. Not at all like me…” I was flummoxed, I didn’t want to admit to this older woman anything. But in one sentence she had told me blondie was straight, and that she wasn’t. But I heard myself stammering a little as I tried to deny it, “I…I wasn’t checking her out….She… she…” I stopped when I felt her lips kissing my neck, whispering, “Don’t deny it, I saw how you were squirming and squeezing your legs together… I’m a woman, I know what that means.” “N…no… NO I wasn’t.. and why did you follow me?” I couldn’t help but tilt my head away, giving her easier access to my neck. I felt her lips on my ear, “I bet you twenty bucks your panties are wet. Care to prove me wrong?” I felt her hand on my knee and then between my thighs as she whispered, “Wet I win, dry I’ll leave…” Shit!! If I wasn’t already so worked up… but dang… those fingers are nice… But what is she going to do when… when she touches…. Then she did. Her fingers found the soft backing of my diaper and froze. For what seemed like hours, they just rested there. Then her voice in my ear, “… interesting…” I tried to make up some excuse, “It… it’s just …. Just protection…” I felt her fingers explore a little. One gently pulled at the elastic opening of my leg. Then her breath in my ear as she whispered, “Nuuu…. It’s a DI-PURRRRRR” Suddenly her hand pushed deep between my legs, reaching under and cupping my diaper directly against my kitty. Then she whispered, “Well it’s not wet panties… but it’s still WET!!! I WIN!!!” “P…please….” Her voice shifted a little as her hand squeezed again, “Please what? Do you need Mommy to change you sweetie? Did Mommy’s little girl tinkle in her DI-PURRRRRR” The way she emphasized that word, then she kissed my neck again and my legs just spread of their own account. God… this is… this is just what I’ve dreamed of…. “Say it sweetie… Tell Mommy you want your DI-PURR changed…” I scooted forward a little and rocked my hips a little against her hand. My voice was barely a whisper, “Yes Mommy…. Baby needs her… her diaper changed….” I whimpered when she took her hand away. I opened my eyes as she reached for my soft drink and said quietly, “Be a good girl and finish your drink. Then Mommy will change your diaper.” My hand trembled as I took the cup from her and sucked on the straw. As soon as she heard the slurp of the straw draining the cup she reached for it and put it in the cup holder. She stood up and reached for my hand, turning, “Come along baby… Mommy will take care of you.” I followed, holding her hand as we left the movie. The light was bright outside and I squinted, then sneezed once. In the movie lobby, instead of heading back into the mall, she led me through the outside doors to the parking lot. I was puzzled, “But the family restroom is back that way…” As we walked between the cars, she just said, “I know sweetie, but neither of us has a spare diaper. Mommy’s going to get you some.” We stopped by a late model red sports car. She opened the passenger side door. “What? You drive around with spare diapers in your car?” I asked. She took a deep breath, “Look, I know where I can get some. Then we’re going to my place where I’m going to change your diaper and you’re going to take a nap with Mommy. Understand? If you behave, I’ll let you suck my tits.” My mouth must have fallen open as I stared at her. Then she reached and hugged me tight, planting her mouth over mine. Right there in the parking lot she stuck her tongue down my throat and I moaned softly. I don’t even know your name? My car is over… Ooo god… her hand on my bottom… What the hell!!! I sat down and buckled as she shut the door and literally RAN around to the driver’s side to get in. We drove a few miles and she stopped at some shop. She shifted into park and said, “Mommy will be just a minute baby…. Behave yourself and no playing with your kitty while I’m gone.” Then she was out of the car and striding with determination into the shop. And here I was interested in Blondie, when this woman… Is she really going to change my diaper? Maybe I shouldn’t have left my car at the mall…. And what was that wisecrack about playing with my kitty??? Just then she reappeared, carrying a large blue and white package. She opened my door and set the package in my lap saying, “Hold these for Mommy.” As she walked around and got in again, I stared at the package. There was an image of an open diaper on it. Words jumped out at me, “Medium”, “Extra absorbent”, “10-hour Protection”, “For bowel and bladder…” SHIT!! Now THESE are DIAPERS!! Only 20 of them and it feels like 20 pounds!!! As she drove, I became curious, “Uh… I’ve never worn anything like these before…” She glanced at me as she drove, “Little girls that tinkle a lot need nice thick diapers. Trust Mommy.” I held them in my lap, reading and rereading the information. I turned the package around and there were some instructions. Mommy must have seen me reading, “Don’t worry, Mommy knows how to change little girls that still wear diapers.” I blushed again, but her words sent a thrill straight to my kitty. I found myself whispering, “Yes …M…mommy.” She gave me a quick smile and said gently, “That’s a good girl.” It turned out she didn’t live all that far from me. Another apartment complex that I often drive past. She parked and got out and came around to open my door. She took the diapers and then reached for my hand, “Come along baby… Second floor, number 2C.” She led me inside and put her purse on the small dining table, saying, “Leave your purse here sweetie… you won’t need it until after naptime.” As soon as I took my purse from my shoulder and laid it on the table next to hers, she reached for my hand, saying, “This way little one…” She led me to her bedroom and tossed the diapers on the bed. Then she turned me around and I felt her fingers pulling down the zipper of my dress, letting it fall to the floor. “EEEP!!!” I exclaimed as I turned to see her draping my dress over a bench tucked under a vanity. All she said was, “Can’t take a nap in such a pretty dress. Now lay down sweetie while I go get some baby wipes.” I stared at the bed where she had tossed the package of diapers. It’s all happening… like one of my fantasies… but those diapers…. They look so… ‘SWAT’ I felt a thump against my bottom as she returned and said, “I said lay down… now be a good girl, or Mommy might have to spank.” SPANK!?!?!?! Wait a minute…. ‘SWAT’ her voice raised a little, “Now sweetie… I mean it.” I did as she said and lay back on her bed. It was soft and had a faint smell, just like her perfume. She leaned over me and reached, “You really shouldn’t use these cheap drug-store ones sweetie. They leak.” I blushed a little when she tore open the sides and peeled down the front. She paused and smiled. Her voice was tender again, “Yes, just as I thought… a little baby girl with no hair. Don’t you worry… Mommy will take good care of your little kitty. Now lift….” I lifted and she tugged the soggy thing from under me. I watched as she popped a couple of wipes from the pack she had retrieved and shivered when I felt the cool touch between my thighs… I felt a hand on my ankle, accompanied by, “Can baby lift her legs for Mommy? We have to clean your bottom too.” It was a little awkward, but with her help I managed to get my legs pointing straight up in the air. Not good enough, Mommy pushed gently until my feet were above my eyes. All she said was, “That’s my baby girl… have to make sure you’re nice and clean…” Geez!!! She can see my ass, Oooph… She’s WIPING MY ASS?!?!?! When she said, “Tsk tsk… Baby needs to wipe better… or ask Mommy for help next time,” I blushed bright red. She let go of my ankles but said, “Now keep your legs just like that sweetie… “ I felt like I was completely on display, which is exactly what was happening. I heard a rip as she tore open the package of diapers. Then a slipping sound and a crinkling. Her voice explained, “These have a nice plastic backing, so they won’t leak little one. And they make a nice crinkle sound. Like diapers are supposed to.” I felt her slip it under me and then her hands gently guided my legs back down. But she didn’t pull it up between my legs. Instead, I felt a finger slowly trace up the fold between my right thigh and hip, then down the other fold, avoiding my kitty. She whispered, “Your little kitty looks a tiny bit sore sweetie…. Do you want Mommy to kiss it and make it feel better?” I heard my voice beg, “Yes Mommy…. PLEASE!!! PLEASE KISS IT AND MAKE IT BETTER….” I watched as she lowered herself between my legs, her voice was gentle. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my kitty as she whispered, “Shh…shh.. Mommy’s here… Mommy will make it all better….” Then her tongue touched me. My knees jerked upward and apart, presenting myself to her eagerly. I heard her whisper, “Such a wet little girl… no wonder you need diapers…” My hands slid under my camisole and gripped my small tits. Her hair may not be blonde, but oh GOD…. OH GOD!!!! I was shivering and lifting my hips towards her tongue. Then I felt her shift and two fingers entered me while her tongue danced over my clit. I was clenching against her fingers as I shivered, but she didn’t stop. My body shivered as I climaxed but she didn’t stop. She brought me right back to the edge and I felt myself rocking my hips, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers wiggled inside me for a second climax; only then did she finally stopped. I was out of breath, and my tits were feeling sore, I had pinched and squeezed them so hard. My knees flopped sideways, any modesty forgotten, as she used another baby wipe to clean my kitty again. My eyes were still closed when I felt her tugging the thick diaper between my legs and I heard the tapes being applied. I peeked when I heard her taking off her clothes; then she climbed in next to me, pulling a soft blanket over us. Her arm reached and pulled me to roll on my side facing her. At first, I was a little confused, she seemed to be laying a lot further up and I wanted to lay my head on her shoulder. Then I felt something against my lips as she whispered, “Here sweetie… Good little girls get to suck Mommy’s titties.” I mumbled, “Call me Cindy.” Then my lips latched on and I suckled. It was wonderful. I was floating on cloud nine, ready to take a nap when two things occurred to me. I let go of her nipple and said quietly, “I need to pee… I’ll be right back and then I’ll kiss Mommy’s kitty…” Her arms tightened around me and she kissed my head. Then she said, “Use your diaper sweetie… And don’t worry about me… just wet your diaper and suck on Mommy’s titty.” I blushed a little and latched back onto her nipple. It took a couple minutes, but I managed to pee in my diaper. I was surprised how quickly it absorbed every drop. Mommy must have known when I wet it because she patted my thickly diapered bottom and whispered, “Good girl….” And that’s the last I remember before falling asleep. The End???

Hi everyone. This is my first story so please be kind in the comments Please note – this is a story of fiction and fantasy. The characters and plot are not related to any real-life events. Introduction Hi I’m Ryan and I’ve been curious about nappies for as long as I can remember. Every now and then I fantasise about wearing one. When my sister Alice was born, I would sneak into her nursery when it was empty and take out one of her nappies. I would stare at the cute teddy bear pictures and feel the soft padding on the inside but never dared try one on. As time went on, we both grew up and the baby stuff disappeared along with the nappies. I thought I would grow out of my obsession but little did I know, I was about to have a summer I would never forget. Chapter 1 – Old Memories It was the beginning of the summer holidays and at 14 years old, I was enjoying life with my Mum and 10-year-old sister Alice. My Dad was working away on business for the summer leaving me as the man of the house. Even though school had finished there was still work to do. My Mum had decided that since we were off school, it was time to empty out the attic and sell on any unwanted items. So together the three of us brought out every box we could carry into the living room. It was kind of exciting to see what was inside each box. Some had old games in them and others had pieces of antique jewellery. Then the next box was opened revealing old baby clothes and toys. ‘Aw I remember how cute you both looked in these’, said Mum holding up a little t-shirt with pictures of ducks on it. My sister rolled her eyes. ‘Awesome’, she replied sarcastically, ‘can we open another box yet?’ ‘You can open that one over there’, said Mum. She then pushed the baby box in my direction, ‘Ryan would you mind seeing what else is in there?’ I began to rummage through the box. My Mum had really held onto everything. More baby clothes, bottles and bibs, even some of our old dummies. But then my heart skipped a beat. Down at the bottom of the box was a stack of nappies. All of a sudden, my palms began to get sweaty and I felt my heart racing as I remembered studying these nappies every night in the nursery. ‘Everything ok Ryan?’, my Mum joked, ‘you looked like you’ve seen a ghost’. ‘Um yeah I’m fine I um just found um these old um’, I could barely get my words out. My Mum came over to have a look and smiled. ‘Oh look it’s your old nappies’, she exclaimed pulling one out of the box, ‘these used to be yours’, she said looking at my sister. My sister looked less than impressed, ‘why have you still got those?’ My Mum sighed, ‘you guys were just growing up so fast and I didn’t want to get rid of them. I even bought the biggest size they had as I’d hoped you’d be toilet training for a bit longer but you guys both proved me wrong’. ‘Well, you can get rid now’, replied my sister showing zero empathy. ‘I guess you’re right’, said Mum, ‘Ryan could you take this box upstairs to the spare room please?’ ‘Sure Mum’, I replied Now if my Mum had of asked my sister to take that box then things could have turned out very differently. As it turned out, I was about to seal my fate for the summer. Chapter 2 – Caught! I took the box of baby items upstairs and put them down in the spare bedroom. I turned away to head back downstairs when all of sudden my heart began racing again. I looked back at the box. I had a million thoughts going through my mind. Maybe I could just have one last look at the nappies, for old times’ sake. I walked back over to the box and rummaged back down to the bottom again pulling out one of the nappies. I examined the front and back of it. ‘Mum was right’, I thought, ‘they are pretty big…big enough to fit me?’ ‘No don’t be silly’, I instantly said to myself, ‘I can’t wear a nappy’. I continued staring at it. ‘But I guess no one would know’, I thought. My mind was racing faster than it had ever done before. Before I could talk myself out of it again, I immediately closed the door. Without skipping a beat, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and opened up the nappy. Nervously I wrapped it around myself. It felt so soft and welcoming. I began taping it up. Granted it wasn’t the most secure thing in the world but it wasn’t as if I was an expert. Before I could enjoy the moment any longer, I heard my Mum. ‘Ryan are you ok honey? What’s taking so long?’ I panicked and quickly pulled my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. I ran to the top of the stairs. ‘Sorry Mum I er just spilled a few things so I was just tidying up’, I replied trying to control my trembling voice. As I walked down the stairs, I could feel the nappy pressed tightly against my skin. It felt incredible as if I had achieved a lifelong dream. I strolled happily back into the living room. ‘Ah there you are Ryan’, said Mum, ‘could you have a look in that box please?’ ‘Sure thing Mum’, I happily replied. I sat there sifting through the box. It was some of my old school pictures from years ago. I smiled as I went through the pictures and began reliving some great memories. ‘This box is good to go Mum’, I smiled. ‘Ok honey can you take it upstairs please?’ replied Mum I stood up and bent over to pick up the box when all of a sudden, I heard sniggering. I turned around to see my sister giggling to herself. ‘What’s so funny?’, I asked confused. I looked at my Mum who looked even more confused. ‘Um…Ryan? Could you turn back around?’ she asked. I was puzzled, ‘er ok’. I turned around and my sisters giggling began getting louder. ‘What is so funny?’, I demanded. ‘Ryan?’, asked my Mum, ‘are you..um..wearing a nappy?’ My eyes opened wide in disbelief. How could they possibly know? ‘What do you mean?’, I asked back trying to sound as if I didn’t know what they were talking about. My Mum pointed to my bottom. As I turned my head around and looked down, I instantly saw what she meant. I had been in such a rush to pull my shorts up that I had accidentally tucked my t-shirt into the nappy leaving the top of it fully exposed. My sister couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into a fit of laughter. All I could do was stand there blushing. ‘Mum I can explain’, I desperately cried. My Mums face had gone from confusion to anger. ‘Upstairs right now young man’, she said in a stern voice. I reluctantly went back upstairs leaving the top of the nappy in full view of my Mum and sister. At this point I figured I was just going to get told off and that would be the end of it. Little did I know that my Mum had something much more extreme in mind. Chapter 3 – The Punishment I was led into the spare room and Mum closed the door behind me. I was beyond embarrassed and could hardly look her in the face. ‘What on earth are you doing Ryan?’, she asked furiously, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’ I could barely get my words out as my eyes filled with tears. ‘I…I..I just wanted to know what they felt like’, I stammered. My Mum shook her head in disbelief. ‘Maybe I was wrong’, she replied, ‘maybe you haven’t grown up as fast as I thought you had’. ‘I’m really sorry’, I cried with tears now streaming down my face. ‘Lie down on the bed’, my Mum instructed. I did as I was told. She removed my shorts and underwear leaving my nappy fully exposed. All of a sudden, she began undoing the tapes of the nappy and pulled it away from me. It had been a while since my Mum had seen me naked down below and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Then I noticed her getting another nappy out of the box that sat beside me. I was puzzled. ‘What are you doing?’, I asked. ‘Well’, replied my Mum, ‘if you really want to know what they feel like then I should put it on you properly’. With that my Mum slid a new nappy underneath me and then began rummaging through the box. The tears continued to pour down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably when suddenly I felt something go into my mouth. I couldn’t tell what it was but I immediately began to suck on it. ‘There that should keep baby quiet’, smiled Mum, ‘you always did enjoy sucking on your dummy’. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe that I was now lying down, sucking on a dummy and waiting for my Mum to put a nappy on me. This was everything I’d dreamed of, but now that it was actually happening, all I could feel was embarrassment and shame. Before I could think too hard about the dummy, my Mum pulled out a bottle of baby powder from the box. ‘Now then let’s see if there’s anything left in here, shall we?’, said Mum as she opened up the baby powder and began pouring it onto my private parts. The smell of baby powder filled the air and it took me right back to being in my sister’s nursery all those years ago. My Mum then grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs. ‘We mustn’t forget to sprinkle some powder on baby’s bottom’, she giggled, ‘we wouldn’t want you getting a rash now, would we?’ I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer her. Not that I could anyway as I continued sucking on the dummy. The nappy was then pulled up and fastened tightly. I had to admit that it felt a lot better this time around. My Mum had done a much better job compared to my amateurish attempt. ‘Right then Ry Ry’, said Mum. She hadn’t called me that in years. ‘Let’s head downstairs, shall we?’. I went to pick up my shorts but my hands were pushed away. ‘You can leave those there’, said Mum, ’I don’t think they would fit over that nappy anyway’. I went to take the dummy out of my mouth to complain but once again my hands were pushed away. ‘That can stay where it is’, smiled Mum, ‘it’ll help you calm down a little bit’. With that, she opened the door, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Due to the bulky nappy, I could feel myself waddling like a toddler as I walked. We began walking down the stairs and I suddenly saw my sister sat on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her brain attempted to figure out what she was looking at. I guess I couldn’t blame her. It’s not every day you see your fourteen-year-old brother holding his mummy’s hand, wearing a nappy and sucking on a dummy. It must have been quite a sight. Alice didn’t know whether to be shocked, disgusted or just burst into a fit of laughter. Mum finally broke the silence. ‘It’s ok Alice’, assured Mum, ‘your brother wanted to wear a nappy so I thought it would be nice to give him the full baby experience’. I was curious as to what that meant. Thankfully Alice did the talking for me. ‘What do you mean the full baby experience’, she asked. Mum smiled, ‘listen closely because we are going to have a few new rules around here’. Looking back, I should have figured out what my Mum meant by that but I could never have imagined what she had instore for me…