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Hello there, I was kind of bored and wanted to try out if ChatGPT could write a little story for me and if it would write it decent. It's not very long and lacks in depth, but I thought I share it with you anyway. Maybe you still like it. It's not finished and mistakes in logic can be there, but here is what I got. Maybe I will edit it some day and make it more believable. I would write the story completely by myself, but the lack of talent and time makes this kind of impossible for me. Chapter 1: The soft hum of the car engine filled the air, but it did nothing to soothe Emily’s growing sense of dread. Her gaze was locked on the scenery passing by — streets, trees, and houses she had seen countless times before — but today, they all blurred together as her thoughts swirled in anxious circles. She had known this day was coming, but that hadn’t made it any easier. “It’s just for a few weeks, honey,” her mother said from the front seat, her voice light and encouraging. “Nanny Rose is very nice. You’ll be fine.” Emily’s stomach churned. At nineteen years old, the last thing she wanted was to be left with a nanny, especially one who cared for toddlers. But her parents had insisted. Her condition, turner syndrome, left her at a height of just 3’8” and with a youthful appearance that made people mistake her for a small child constantly. While that was frustrating on a normal day, this felt like a whole new level of humiliation. “I can take care of myself,” Emily muttered, though her words lacked the conviction they once had. She’d said it before, and it hadn’t changed anything. Her father, who was driving, glanced at her briefly in the rearview mirror, his eyes calm but resolute. “We know you can, Em. But Nanny Rose is just there to keep you safe. It’s not about what you can or can’t do. It’s just a precaution.” “Precaution,” Emily echoed bitterly under her breath. That word felt like a permanent fixture in her life. Every decision her parents made for her seemed to be about keeping her safe, as though she were fragile. Nineteen years old, yet still treated like a helpless child. No matter how much she fought it, they never listened. Her mother added, “We’ve spoken to her about your condition. She understands, and she’ll take good care of you while we’re away.” But that was exactly what Emily was afraid of. Nanny Rose didn’t just take care of children — she looked after toddlers. Emily was terrified of being treated like one of them, and deep down, she suspected that’s exactly what was going to happen. As the car pulled up in front of Nanny Rose’s house, Emily felt her heart sink. The house was quaint and welcoming from the outside, painted a soft yellow with white trim and a perfectly manicured garden. It looked like something out of a storybook, but to Emily, it might as well have been a prison. The front door opened before they could even get out of the car, and there stood Nanny Rose. She was tall — incredibly tall — easily over six feet, with a broad frame and a warm, round face. Her silver hair was neatly tied back in a bun, and she wore a floral apron over her dress. Her smile was wide and welcoming, but Emily could already see the way Nanny Rose’s eyes softened when they settled on her, like she was looking at a small child. “Oh, look at this precious little one!” Nanny Rose exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth as she stepped forward. Her voice was the kind of tone you’d use to talk to a toddler, and Emily immediately cringed. Her parents exchanged pleasantries with Nanny Rose, going over some last-minute details. Emily’s mind wandered, her gaze flicking between the house, Nanny Rose’s towering frame, and her parents. Everything felt like it was happening too fast, too suddenly. Before she could process it, her mother gave her a quick hug, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “Be good, Em,” her father said, giving her a brief smile before climbing back into the car. And just like that, they were gone. The car disappeared down the street, leaving Emily standing alone with Nanny Rose, who was still smiling brightly at her. “Well, come on in, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said, reaching out and taking Emily’s hand gently. Her large hand completely engulfed Emily’s much smaller one, and the contrast between them made Emily feel even smaller than she already did. Instinctively, Emily wanted to pull her hand away, but Nanny Rose’s grip, though gentle, was firm enough to keep her in place. She found herself being led inside the house, her feet dragging slightly as dread weighed her down. The house was every bit as cheerful and childlike as Emily had feared. The living room was bathed in soft pastel colors — yellows, pinks, and blues — with plush furniture that looked far too large for her to sit in comfortably. Toys were scattered around the floor: building blocks, stuffed animals, and colorful picture books. In the corner of the room, Emily spotted a large playpen, filled with even more toys and pillows. Nanny Rose didn’t seem to notice Emily’s discomfort as she guided her through the house. “Let me show you around, little one,” Nanny Rose said, her voice chipper as she led Emily through the bright space. Emily’s heart sank further with each room they entered. First, the kitchen, where a small plastic table and chairs were set up, clearly designed for toddlers. On the table was a plate of cut-up apple slices and a juice box. “I have a snack ready for you when you’re settled in,” Nanny Rose said, beaming down at Emily. “A little something to keep you going.” Emily didn’t respond. She wasn’t hungry, and the idea of sitting at a table meant for toddlers only added to the feeling of being out of place — of being forced into a role she didn’t belong in. Next, they passed by the bathroom. Emily eyed the door handle, which was much too high for her to reach without help. She swallowed nervously, knowing she’d need to ask Nanny Rose every time she needed to use it. But Nanny Rose didn’t pause at the bathroom. She simply continued down the hall, giving Emily a quick tour of the house. “And here we are!” Nanny Rose said as they reached a bright bedroom. The walls were painted a soft yellow, and a small bed — not quite a crib, but certainly not a normal bed for someone Emily’s age — was nestled against one wall. The bedding was covered in cartoon animals, and shelves lined the room, stacked with books and toys. The entire room looked like it had been designed for a toddler. “This is your room,” Nanny Rose said, smiling down at her. “Isn’t it cozy?” Emily stood there, her stomach twisting into tight knots. Cozy wasn’t the word she would have used. The room felt like a trap, a constant reminder of how small and powerless she felt here. Nanny Rose didn’t seem to notice Emily’s discomfort. She was already moving on, taking Emily’s hand again and guiding her back toward the kitchen. “Let’s get you that snack, darling. I’m sure you’re hungry after your long trip.” Emily followed reluctantly, her feet dragging. The kitchen felt even more intimidating now that she knew what was coming. Nanny Rose gestured for her to sit at the small plastic table, and Emily did so hesitantly. The chair was low, forcing her knees up awkwardly, and the table felt too small even for her. “There you go,” Nanny Rose said, placing the plate of apple slices and the juice box in front of her. “Eat up, sweetheart. You need your energy.” Emily stared down at the food, her appetite completely gone. She wasn’t a child, but the way Nanny Rose spoke to her made her feel like one — like she didn’t have a choice. She picked up an apple slice and nibbled at it half-heartedly, knowing it wouldn’t change anything. As she sat there, awkwardly eating her apple slices, Emily began to feel a different kind of discomfort — the kind she couldn’t ignore. The juice she had sipped earlier had caught up with her, and she could feel the growing pressure in her bladder. She shifted in her seat, glancing nervously toward the bathroom. The door was closed, and she knew there was no way she could reach the handle on her own. Emily swallowed hard, the embarrassment already starting to creep up her spine. She’d have to ask Nanny Rose for help. But how was she supposed to do that? Nanny Rose hadn’t even mentioned the bathroom. In fact, she seemed to assume Emily didn’t need it at all. Reluctantly, Emily stood up from the small chair and approached Nanny Rose, who was busy wiping down the kitchen counters. “Um… Nanny Rose?” she said quietly, her cheeks already flushed. “I need to… use the bathroom.” Nanny Rose didn’t even turn around. She kept cleaning the counter, her voice still light and cheerful. “That’s alright, sweetheart. You just go in your pants, and I’ll change your diaper later.” Emily froze, her face flushing red with shock. “What?” she stammered, unable to process what she had just heard. “I’m not wearing a diaper! I need the bathroom!” Nanny Rose finally turned to look at her, her smile warm and unbothered, as if Emily had said something funny. “Oh, darling, it’s alright. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll change you later.” Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Nanny Rose thought she was already wearing a diaper, and no matter how much Emily tried to explain, it didn’t seem like Nanny Rose was listening. “I’m not wearing a diaper!” Emily said again, her voice rising in panic. “I need the bathroom, please!” But Nanny Rose just gave her a gentle pat on the head, smiling down at her with the same sweet, patronizing tone. “There, there, darling. Don’t worry yourself. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of it.” Emily stood there, frozen, as the realization washed over her. Nanny Rose wasn’t going to help her. She genuinely believed that Emily was wearing a diaper, and no amount of pleading or reasoning was going to change that. The pressure in Emily’s bladder was growing more unbearable by the second. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation, being told to wet herself like a toddler. But there was no escape — the bathroom door was too high, and Nanny Rose wasn’t listening. Feeling utterly helpless, Emily returned to the small chair, her heart racing. She pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to hold it in, but the panic was building. She couldn’t let herself have an accident. Not like this. Minutes passed, and Emily’s desperation only grew. Her legs trembled as she squeezed them together, her body fighting to maintain control. She bit her lip, trying not to cry, but the pressure was becoming too much. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it. Finally, with her heart pounding in her chest, Emily stood up again and hurried over to Nanny Rose, practically bouncing on her toes with desperation. “Please,” she begged, her voice shaky. “I really need to go to the bathroom. I’m not wearing a diaper, I promise!” Nanny Rose raised an eyebrow, finally pausing her cleaning to look at Emily. “Oh dear,” she said softly, kneeling down to Emily’s level. “Let’s just check, shall we?” Before Emily could respond, Nanny Rose’s hands were at her waistband, feeling for the diaper that wasn’t there. When she realized Emily was telling the truth, Nanny Rose’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, aren’t you a big girl,” Nanny Rose said, her tone light and slightly amused. “No diaper at all.” Emily’s face burned with humiliation, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The urgency of her need to go was overwhelming. “Please,” Emily said again, her voice tight with desperation. Nanny Rose finally nodded and unlocked the bathroom door. “Alright, alright, little one. Let’s get you to the potty.” Emily rushed inside the bathroom, barely making it in time as she relieved herself with a mixture of shame and relief. The whole experience had been humiliating beyond belief, but at least she hadn’t had an accident. When she was done, she washed her hands and returned to the kitchen, still feeling shaken. Nanny Rose was waiting for her with that same cheerful smile. “There we go!” Nanny Rose said, beaming. “Such a big girl, using the potty all by yourself!” Emily didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her face was still flushed from the embarrassment of what had just happened. She sat back down at the small table, her heart heavy with dread. Chapter 2: The late midday sun cast warm streaks of light through the windows, but for Emily, the brightness of the house didn’t match the growing knot of discomfort in her chest. After returning from the bathroom, she had tried to find some comfort in the quiet of her room, but the childlike decor only made her feel more out of place. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she wasn’t supposed to be treated like this — yet here she was. The sounds of Nanny Rose moving about the house floated faintly down the hall. Pots clanked in the kitchen, cupboards opened and shut, and there was always that soft, constant humming that seemed to accompany Nanny Rose wherever she went. Emily’s stomach still churned with embarrassment over what had happened earlier, the way Nanny Rose had so casually assumed she was in a diaper, the way she had so calmly suggested that Emily could simply “go in her pants.” It was unthinkable. As the minutes ticked by, Emily couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day pressing down on her. It was getting late in the afternoon now, and the sun’s position had begun to shift. It was that time of day when the air seemed to still, the world outside growing a little quieter as the afternoon slowly bled into early evening. But for Emily, there was no peace in the quiet. There was only the gnawing feeling that she was trapped in a place where she didn’t belong. Her bedroom, despite its bright walls and cheerful toys, felt more like a reminder of how small she was in this house, how powerless she was under Nanny Rose’s care. Emily wandered over to the window and looked outside. The garden in front of the house was neat and perfectly manicured, with colorful flowers that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Everything about this place was so… controlled. So organized. It was like living in a dollhouse where everything had its place, including her. She sighed, turning away from the window. What was she supposed to do for the rest of the day? It wasn’t like she could just go outside, not without asking for permission. And after what had happened earlier, she didn’t want to have to face Nanny Rose again, at least not for a while. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Before Emily could say anything, the door creaked open, and Nanny Rose appeared, her tall frame filling the doorway. “Hello, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said, her voice as bright and cheery as ever. “How are you doing? Getting comfortable?” Emily shifted on her feet, feeling awkward. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, though the words didn’t come out as convincingly as she would’ve liked. Nanny Rose smiled, stepping further into the room. She glanced around as if inspecting the space, making sure everything was in order. “I was just thinking,” she said, clasping her hands together. “Since it’s been such a long day, how about we have a little quiet time? You can come sit in the living room with me, and we’ll find something nice and calm to do. Maybe some coloring or a story.” Emily’s heart sank at the suggestion. It wasn’t that she was against the idea of quiet time, but the way Nanny Rose framed it — as though she were speaking to a child — made Emily’s skin prickle with discomfort. Coloring? A story? It was like Nanny Rose couldn’t even comprehend that Emily might want to do something more suited to her real age. “I’m really fine,” Emily said, trying to sound polite but firm. “I don’t really need quiet time. I can just stay here.” Nanny Rose chuckled softly, as if Emily had said something cute. “Oh, sweetie, everyone needs a bit of quiet time in the afternoon. It’s good to rest and recharge, especially after such a busy morning.” Emily bit her lip, her mind racing for a way out of the conversation. She hadn’t even done anything strenuous that morning. What Nanny Rose had perceived as a “busy morning” was just a series of awkward encounters that left Emily feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was to sit in the living room being treated like a child again. But Nanny Rose didn’t seem to be waiting for her to agree. She reached out her hand, that large hand that seemed so overpowering in contrast to Emily’s small frame, and smiled down at her. “Come on, dear. Let’s go get settled.” Emily hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took Nanny Rose’s hand. The woman’s grip was gentle but firm, and as Emily was led out of the room, she felt like she was being guided more than willingly walking alongside her. The living room felt even more stifling now, the pastel colors and childish decor making Emily feel out of place. Nanny Rose led her to the couch, a large, overstuffed thing that dwarfed her the moment she sat down. Nanny Rose moved to a nearby shelf and pulled down a coloring book and a box of crayons. “Here we are,” Nanny Rose said, placing them on the small coffee table in front of Emily. “Why don’t you color for a bit while I finish up in the kitchen? It’s always good to have a little fun during quiet time.” Emily stared down at the coloring book. The cover was bright and colorful, featuring cartoon animals frolicking in a meadow. It was the kind of book you’d give to a five-year-old, not a nineteen-year-old. Her fingers hovered over the box of crayons, but she didn’t reach for them. What was she supposed to do with this? Sit and color like a toddler while Nanny Rose continued to treat her like one? “I don’t really…” Emily started to protest, but Nanny Rose was already walking back toward the kitchen. “I’ll be right back, darling,” Nanny Rose called over her shoulder, her voice trailing off as she disappeared from view. “You just relax and color, alright?” Emily sat there in silence, staring at the crayons and the coloring book. The house was quiet, save for the faint clinking of dishes in the distance. The sun had shifted again, casting long shadows across the room. She felt ridiculous, sitting there with a child’s coloring book in front of her, as if she was supposed to play along with the role Nanny Rose had assigned her. After a few moments, Emily stood up, abandoning the coloring book. She wandered over to the window, leaning against the sill as she gazed outside. The air had that lazy, golden quality that came in the later hours of the afternoon, when the day seemed to slow down and the shadows grew longer. She could see a bird hopping through the flower beds, and beyond that, the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. It looked so peaceful out there, so different from the tension she felt inside the house. If only she could slip outside, escape the bubble that Nanny Rose had created for her. She could almost imagine herself wandering through the garden, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, breathing in the fresh air. But that wasn’t an option. Not without asking for permission, and not without Nanny Rose hovering over her. She sighed, turning away from the window. She didn’t want to admit it, but the day was dragging on, and she was starting to feel restless. The lack of control over her own life was suffocating, and the longer she spent here, the more she felt her sense of independence slipping away. Emily glanced down the hall, listening to the distant sounds of Nanny Rose moving about. It was nearing late afternoon now, and the house felt strangely quiet. Too quiet. The kind of stillness that made the ticking of the clock on the wall seem louder than it actually was. Just as she was considering sneaking back to her room to escape the awkward quiet, Nanny Rose appeared again, her tall frame filling the doorway. Her apron was still tied around her waist, and she wiped her hands on a dish towel as she walked into the living room. “Well, how are we doing here?” she asked, her voice light as she looked toward the abandoned coloring book. Emily forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t really in the mood to color.” Nanny Rose raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem too concerned. “That’s alright, sweetie. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a little quiet time.” There was that phrase again. Emily bit back the urge to snap. She wasn’t a child who needed a set quiet time. But before she could say anything, Nanny Rose moved toward her, her expression softening. “Let’s go ahead and get you a bit more comfortable for the evening, alright?” Nanny Rose said, her voice sweet but commanding. “I think it’s time we got you into something cozy.” Emily frowned, her heart rate picking up. She didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, standing up from the couch. “I don’t need to change or anything.” But Nanny Rose was already heading toward the hallway, beckoning for Emily to follow. “Come along, dear. I’ve got just the thing for you.” Emily’s stomach twisted with unease, but she knew there was no point in arguing. Reluctantly, she followed Nanny Rose down the hall, her steps slow and hesitant. When they reached her room, Nanny Rose opened the door and gestured for Emily to go inside. Emily’s heart sank when she saw what was waiting for her — laid out on the bed was a set of soft, footed pajamas, the kind a toddler might wear. They were pale pink, with a zipper that ran up the back. “I thought you’d be more comfortable in this,” Nanny Rose said with a smile, standing behind her. “It’ll keep you warm, and it’s perfect for settling in before bedtime.” Emily’s mouth went dry. “I don’t need… that,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not cold.” But Nanny Rose wasn’t having it. She stepped forward, her large hands resting on Emily’s shoulders as she guided her toward the bed. “Oh, sweetheart, there’s no need to be fussy. It’s just for the evening. We’ll get you all cozy and snug, and then you’ll be ready for bed before you know it.” Emily wanted to argue, wanted to tell Nanny Rose that she wasn’t a child, that she didn’t need to be put in pajamas like this. But the words caught in her throat, and the next thing she knew, she was being gently but firmly steered toward the bed. The pajamas rustled as Nanny Rose picked them up, holding them out for Emily to step into. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she felt trapped, cornered by Nanny Rose’s overwhelming presence. Before she could fully process what was happening, Nanny Rose was helping her into the pajamas, zipping them up the back. The soft fabric hugged her tightly, and the feeling of being enclosed in the footed sleeper made her feel even more powerless. Even more like the toddler Nanny Rose seemed to believe she was. “There we go,” Nanny Rose cooed, patting Emily on the head as if she had just done something adorable. “Now, don’t you feel better already?” Emily didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She felt like she was shrinking inside herself, each moment eroding more of her sense of identity. As she stood there, wrapped in the soft, confining pajamas, she realized how little control she had over her own life in this house. Chapter 3: The soft evening light cast long shadows across the living room as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Emily sat awkwardly on the couch beside Nanny Rose, the thick, footed pajamas uncomfortably warm against her skin. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flicking to the TV, but her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the humiliating events of the day. Her new outfit — pale pink with a zipper running up the back — felt childish and restrictive, reminding her with every movement that she wasn’t in control here. Nanny Rose had insisted they watch TV together before bedtime, and now the screen played some lighthearted family show, its cheerful music filling the room. For Nanny Rose, it seemed like the perfect way to wind down for the evening. But for Emily, it was another reminder of how much this situation felt like a trap. Every glance at Nanny Rose, every time she felt the warmth of the pajama fabric press against her skin, was another reminder that she wasn’t being treated like an adult. As the minutes ticked by, a familiar discomfort began to settle in Emily’s abdomen. She needed to pee again. The juice from earlier hadn’t sat quietly, and now her bladder was making its demands known. The realization sent a wave of anxiety through her. She didn’t want to have to ask Nanny Rose for help again, not after what had happened earlier, but there was no way she could reach the bathroom by herself, not in this house, not in these pajamas. Emily tried to focus on the TV, hoping to distract herself, but the urge was becoming harder to ignore. She squirmed slightly in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Her eyes flicked over to Nanny Rose, who was seated beside her, smiling serenely as she watched the show. Finally, Emily couldn’t hold back any longer. “Um, Nanny Rose?” she asked softly, glancing up at the tall woman. “I… I need to use the bathroom.” Nanny Rose turned her head, her expression calm and patient. “Oh, sweetheart, in this house, we call it the potty,” she corrected gently, her voice soothing. “That’s what all my little ones call it.” Emily’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment. The potty? She was nineteen years old, not a toddler. The very idea of calling it that made her stomach churn, but she didn’t want to argue. She just needed to go. “Okay…” Emily hesitated, biting her lip. “Can I use the… potty?” Nanny Rose smiled, her large hand resting gently on Emily’s knee. “Well, dear, let’s just wait until the commercials come on, alright? It won’t be long now.” Emily blinked, surprised by the response. Wait? Her bladder was already nagging her, and waiting didn’t seem like a good idea. But Nanny Rose’s tone left little room for negotiation. Emily swallowed her frustration and nodded reluctantly. “Okay…” The minutes dragged on as the TV show continued, each scene feeling longer than the last. Emily could feel the pressure in her bladder growing, her body tensing as she tried to hold it in. She shifted in her seat again, squeezing her thighs together, doing everything she could to distract herself from the need to go. Her eyes flicked toward the TV, waiting for the commercials, praying they would come soon. Finally, the screen faded to black, and the familiar jingle of a commercial break began. Emily’s heart raced as she turned to Nanny Rose, her voice strained with urgency. “The commercials are on now. Can I go to the potty?” Nanny Rose smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she looked down at Emily. “Oh, you’ve been such a good girl, holding it in like that!” she praised, her voice dripping with that same condescending sweetness. “I’m so proud of you for waiting. That’s what big girls do when they’re learning to use the potty.” Emily’s face burned with embarrassment. She hadn’t been “waiting” because she was trying to prove something; she had been forced to. But the way Nanny Rose spoke to her, as if she was praising a toddler for holding it in during potty training, made Emily feel even smaller. Still, the pressure in her bladder was unbearable now, and she couldn’t waste any more time. “Can I go now?” she asked, her voice tense. Nanny Rose chuckled softly. “Of course, darling. Let’s get you to the potty.” Nanny Rose stood and made her way toward the hallway, motioning for Emily to follow. Emily hurried after her, her feet shuffling slightly in the soft footed pajamas. When they reached the bathroom, Nanny Rose opened the door and gestured for Emily to go inside. But as Emily stepped into the bathroom, her heart sank. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. The zipper on her pajamas ran all the way up the back, making it impossible for her to take them off by herself. She stared at the mirror, panic bubbling in her chest as she realized there was no way she could undress on her own. She hesitated, biting her lip. The last thing she wanted was to ask Nanny Rose for help again, especially after everything that had already happened. But there was no other choice. “Nanny Rose?” Emily called out softly, her voice small as she stepped out of the bathroom and looked up at the tall woman. “I… I can’t get my pajamas off.” Nanny Rose smiled knowingly, as if she had been expecting this. “Oh, dear. I see.” She stepped closer, her large frame casting a shadow over Emily as she leaned down slightly. “Do you need some help, sweetheart?” Emily’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had no other option. “Yes… I can’t reach the zipper.” Nanny Rose chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “Oh, you poor thing. You should’ve asked sooner.” She reached out and gently turned Emily around, her large hands effortlessly tugging the zipper down. “There we go. See? It’s not so hard when you ask for help,” Nanny Rose said softly, her hands brushing lightly against Emily’s back as she unzipped the pajamas. “Next time, don’t be shy, alright? That’s what I’m here for.” Emily felt the burn of embarrassment spreading through her chest as Nanny Rose peeled back the pajamas, exposing her bare shoulders and then helping her slip her arms free. Emily wished she could disappear, but there was no way out. Nanny Rose helped Emily out of the pajama top, leaving it bunched around her waist as she guided her toward the toilet. “There we go,” Nanny Rose cooed. “Let’s get you settled on the potty.” Emily winced as she sat down on the toilet, her whole body stiff with embarrassment. She wanted this to be over as quickly as possible, but Nanny Rose’s constant commentary made everything feel even more excruciating. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said encouragingly as she stood nearby, watching with an approving smile. “I knew you’d be a good girl and let me help you.” Emily focused on the tiled floor, trying to block out Nanny Rose’s voice and the overwhelming sense of shame that was washing over her. It was humiliating enough to need help getting undressed, but having Nanny Rose treat her like she was in the middle of potty training was almost unbearable. When she was finally done, Emily stood up, avoiding Nanny Rose’s gaze as she quickly washed her hands. She just wanted to go back to the couch, back to some semblance of normalcy, even if it was just sitting in silence. Nanny Rose, however, wasn’t finished with her praise. “Well done, dear! You were such a good girl, asking to go to the potty and waiting patiently. That’s how big girls do it!” Emily’s face burned as Nanny Rose helped her back into the pajamas, carefully zipping them up the back. The soft fabric once again clung to her, making her feel small and childlike. But this time, Emily didn’t argue. She just wanted to escape the moment. “There we go,” Nanny Rose said with a satisfied nod as she finished zipping up the pajamas. “All snug and warm again. Now let’s go finish our show, alright?” Emily nodded quietly, following Nanny Rose back to the living room. She climbed onto the couch, pulling her legs up under her as she settled in once more. Nanny Rose sat beside her, giving her a gentle pat on the head as the show resumed. They watched in silence for a while, but Emily’s mind was far from the TV screen. Her thoughts swirled with the events of the day, each moment filled with more and more humiliation. She felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, in a house where she was treated like something she wasn’t.

BB’S Nursery and Day Care Chapter 1 It was 11pm on a Saturday night and Tommy had been a high school graduate for little over 9 hours having walked across the Townsfield High stage around earlier in the day. He was happy high school was over. He was happy to be off to college in a couple of months. He was also a bit drunk. His best and really only friend was leaving in the morning for Air Force basic training. His Friend Brad had always wanted to be a pilot and fly anything that the Air Force would let him. They shared that dream until it was obvious that Tommy would not be meeting any minimum physical requirements. Brad was 6’2”, athletic and super smart while Tommy stopped growing at 5’ unlike his father who was over 6 ft. tall. Not that Tommy wasn’t smart, he was, and he was also in good shape. He just didn’t fit the pilot mold. No amount of exercising was going to add those extra inches and he let that dream die last summer and buckled down on college. He did not begrudge his friend his dreams. He was very happy for Brad. Tommy learned to accept a different dream. If he couldn’t fly planes then he could go to school and learn to design them. Once the summer was over he was going to Stanford on a full ride scholarship that he worked his butt off to earn. There was a lot a school in front of him but it was exciting. Neither Brad nor Tommy had really ever drank before. Heavy drinking parties were not on the agenda for their future and they turned down most of the invitations or left early from the last semester’s parties. So Tommy was not aware of how several shots of stolen Tequila from the liquor cabinet in Brad's dad’s home office would slow down his reflexes and give him a slight fuzziness. He felt good, real good and did not notice any real impairment. Brad had to be up and on the way to the airport by 5am so they hugged it out, promised to e-mail when they could and Tommy headed home. Tommy drove well. Only a seasoned officer would have noticed anything and probably let it go. He lived in a small subdivision of nice homes on large lots and was close to home when the large grey tabby cat darted in front of him. Caught by surprise he swerved to the right and tapped the brakes. No problem. At least that was what he planned to do. He swerved to the right and instead of tapping the breaks he nicked the accelerator. The car, his Mom’s car, shot forward and into the adjacent yard. The impact with the curb yanked the wheel from his hands and the car slewed sideways. The car ripped through a long length of pristine white fencing, crushed all of Mrs. Nelson’s award winning roses, clipped the backend of the sky blue Mercedes parked in the driveway and came to an airbag deploying stop against a moderately sized oak tree. The cat watched the whole event with the detachment that only a cat can really display then sauntered off into the night not aware of, or caring about the life altering events it had just precipitated. Tommy was stunned first by the impact with the tree. Then the airbag went off. Both hit as one as far as Tommy ever remembered. He was stunned, not quite unconscious but only vaguely aware that the engine had shut off and the only real noise was the ticking of the engine and some hissing noise as the engine coolant leaked out on to hot engine parts. He was jerked into more awareness as his door was opened and the scared angry face of Mrs. Nelson appeared. Mrs. Nelson was just shutting off the living room lights in preparation for bed when she heard what sounded like a major collision happening in her front yard. She grabbed her phone and hurried to the front door. She stared in shock at how much damage could be done to her yard so quickly. Her rose bushes were flattened, the fence she and James Wilder built twelve years ago was in splinters and her car’s rear lights were smashed. She did not recognize the car in the dark poorly lighted yard. Steam billowed up from the engine as she approached the car. She was angry and scared as she looked through the window. The driver was still and it looked like blood was dripping from the driver’s forehead. She opened the door ready to yell at the driver. "What do you....." she started yelling. She never finished her sentence as the driver looked up at her and she knew that face well. Her anger was instantly replaced with concern. "Tommy" she gasped. "Tommy are you ok?" Tommy knew Mrs. Nelson well. She was a family friend. He spent many a summer hour mowing her lawn and doing odd jobs for her over the years. "I think so" he stuttered his head slowly clearing. Then he panicked. "Mrs. Nelson are you ok? I didn't hurt anybody did I?" he almost yelled. "No, my boy you only hurt some stuff. Nobody was around to be hurt." She replied with a slight smile. Just like Tommy to worry about others first. "Just stay still, don't try to get out of the car. You could be more hurt then you know". She reached for the phone but stopped short of dialing 911. Still far in the distance she could hear the sirens. Knowing her neighbors someone had called 911 before she could even leave the house. She pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to his cut forehead and had him hold it tight. As the sirens grew louder she heard Tommy begin to sniffle a bit. "I'm so sorry about you flowers Mrs. Nelson, I know how much you love them". "It ok Tommy, they are only flowers. You are more important right now" she said giving him a peck on the cheek. The ambulance arrived first, followed by the fire truck and a police car. The paramedic gently but firmly pushed Mrs. Nelson out of the way as she tended to Tommy and started asking questions. Mrs. Nelson let herself fade to the back of the crowd. She had smelled the alcohol on Tommy’s breathe. She knew where this going to go. She headed into the house. Mrs. Nelson had a call to make and some preparations to take care of. She already knew what was needed to be done and got started right away. As the door shut behind her she thought about how tired she was of roses anyway. Might be time for some daisies and lilies. +++++++++++++++ James and his wife April were coming back from date night dinner, movie and some serious parking lot kissing and heavy petting. Both were looking forward to continuing the evening in the privacy and comfort of the bedroom. As the neared the house they could see the lights of a police car and an ambulance in front of Mrs. Nelsons house. You could see the shattered fence and flattened rose bushes. James thought to himself that the poor sorry bastard that did that was in for a world of hurt as Mrs.’s Nelson loved those flowers and the awards given out each year for the Counties best roses. James heard a gasp next him and April shouted “Stop the car, its Tommy!” Even before the car stopped moving April was out of the car and running to the ambulance. Tommy was visible sitting at the rear of the ambulance while a paramedic was holding something up to his forehead. April slipped by the police officer and the paramedic (like only a determined mother can) and was soon hugging her son to her chest and peppering the paramedic with questions about Tommy’s obviously cut forehead. James quickly parked the car and headed for the ambulance. Before he got there he heard Officer Benton call out “Mr. Wilder can I speak with you for a moment, Please?” James turned and waited as the police officer walked up to him. He knew Officer Rick Benton from bowling leagues James and April participated in over the years. He barely opened his mouth before Rick said “Relax, Tommy is ok, just a little cut from the airbag. Nobody else was involved, nobody else got hurt.” James shoulders slumped a little as the tension left him with a relived sigh. Continuing Rick said “You can take him home now but I need you to come back right away, we need to talk charges.” “What…why?” James stuttered shocked and scared all over again for his son. “When I got here there was strong smell of alcohol from Tommy, I had no option but to give him a breathalyzer test. He failed, just barely but he failed. Normally he would be ticketed for DUI, reckless driving and destruction of private property and maybe hauled in for the night, but Tommy has been very cooperative so that won’t be necessary” Rick said softly. “Drinking, Tommy? Are you sure? It does not sound like him.” James replied hoping that it was some big mistake. “This will sink his scholarship, everything he’s worked for” his voice rising in pitch as his stress and anxiety shot through the roof. “Calm down James” he said reaching out and grabbing James’s shoulder. “Everything is going to be ok. Take him home and come back and we can talk more.” James nodded, squared his shoulders and went and gathered up his wife and son in a big hug before leading them to the car and home. The ride home was silent and very short. April took Tommy to his room to get into some pajamas. Then after a quick trip to the bathroom he was tucked into his bed and due to the pain pills the paramedic gave him he was asleep almost before his Mom closed the bedroom door. ++++++++++++++++++++++ James quickly returned to Mrs. Nelson’s house. The ambulance was gone along with all the concerned neighbors. It was quiet as James entered the yard and saw both Rick and Mrs. Nelson talking on the house porch. Mrs. Nelson looked at James as he crossed the yard. She knew this next bit was going to be hard on James and she had already made arrangements in the house for after the police officer had left. “Good news James, Mrs. Nelson, and Judge Sanderson have already worked out a community service agreement” Rick said smiling. He loved it when something could worked out so that young people get a second chance without screwing their lives up first. “Tommy will need to work off the car repairs at some daycare Mrs. Nelson used to work for before she retired. After that any additional money will be toward fence repair. On the weekends Tommy will work as Mrs. Nelson’s gardener until the rose garden is either repaired or replaced. As long as the Judge hears a positive response from Mrs. Nelson by August 14 confirming that Tommy has met his obligations he will have all charges dropped. My understanding is that this will give Tommy 2 weeks to get Stanford and start his college life” Rick said slapping James on the back. “I have got to go but someone will around with the paperwork from the Judge sometime tomorrow. I will need everyone to sign it. Like I said everything will be ok James” He said cheerfully. As he walked away he stated “You must know the Judge well to call so late at night Mrs. Nelson. Must be a real friend.” “We worked together a long time ago when we graduated college together” she answered never taking her eyes from James’s face. As the cop car rolled away the tears started to fall from James’s eyes and their apparent age dipped with every tear. James’s voice rose in pitch as he cried “My Tommy, my baby, how could you do this to him?” Mrs. Nelson reached out and took him by the hand and gently led her into the house. “Let’s talk inside Janice, we do not need to be having this talk on the front porch” she said softly and gently like you would to an emotional child. Janice slipped a comforting thumb into her mouth and mumbled a sob filled “Ok, Nanny” and let herself be pulled into the house. When the front door was closed she gently guided Janice into the kitchen where she plucked a towel of the counter and large pink plastic baby bottle filled with milk from a bottle warmer. The milk was nicely warmed up from its frozen state. Once she knew it was Tommy that crashed into her yard she knew that Janice would need comforting and had removed a pouch of frozen breast milk she kept for these type occasions. The last such occasion being 2 years ago when James’s wife April had the breast cancer scare. Turned out to be benign but still caused several sleepless night before the diagnosis. She walked down a hallway and began unbuttoning her blouse as she went. “Janice, please follow me to the nursery” she called lightly over shoulder. Still sniffling and trying unsuccessfully to hold back her tears she said “I’m coming Nanny” the voice sounding all world like a 5 year old girl. Mrs. Nelson entered the nursery and sat on the upper cushion of a two tiered couch. She had the couch made many years ago for Janice and herself. While she long ago stopped lactating the simple act of suckling was an important bond between them, Nanny and child. She laid her bra and blouse over the arm of the couch as Janice settled her large form onto the larger lower portion. Now fully in Nanny mode she guided Janice’s head to her chest and sighed as Janice’s mouth closed on her nipple. The soft gentle sucking motion calmed the child inside and soon the tears and the sniffling began to slow. Nanny stroked her hair and told her over and over “Everything was going to be alright baby, calm down sweetie, Nanny loves you” and other loving soothing words. The tears and the trembling finally stopped. “Are you thinking about Tina again?” a slight nod. Not ready to give up her comforting nipple to answer with words. “Tommy is not Tina, Tina came from a broken family, a horrible family. She decided that staying a baby was safer. She was so loved by her Nannies and taken care. She found people who loved her for the first time in her entire life. You know the program is very different now. After you and Tina we changed everything. Tommy will have a wonderful summer being Tammi Lee and I promise she will spend most of it as my little granddaughter. She will fine. I promise.” Nanny said as she gently stroked Janice’s cheek. “He will leave to Stanford and be Tommy through and through. A bit wiser and with a new prospective on women. But will be Tommy not Tammi.” A short pause and then “Are you ready for your Baba?” Janice let the nipple slip from her mouth. With a little smile she cooed “Yes Nanna, Baba..Baba”. Nanny smiled and held the bottle for Janice. Janice closed her eyes and started to drink the warm breast milk. It was comfort and peace. There were several wet nurse Nannies working for BB’s so getting fresh breast milk was never really an issue. Watching the child drinking her milk filled Nanny with the ever present worry of whether or not Janice would be able to pick up the outer layers of James again. This was not like two people living in the same body. At the heart of James was Janice, a five year girl (with some baby tendencies when feeling a lot of stress and anxieties) that can’t grow up. But Janice was smart, with a lot of practice and training and tears she was able to pull James around her like a coat and allow herself to be the grown up man she would have been if she never would have been sent to BB’s so long ago. She wanted more than being a five year old girl but couldn’t grow up. What was done to her so long ago locked her in place. But by wearing her James coat and pretending to grow up she was able to go to college and use her big brain to become an engineer. She even fell in love with April and had a family. It was a complicated balance of who she was before the regression, who she became at BB’s and who she wanted to be. All under the watchful eye of her Nanny. Janice was her responsibility and she would always be there for her. Always. When her bottle was finished Nanny used her towel to wipe a little slobber and milk from Janice’s lips and urged the child to sit up. “Mommy April will be mad when she finds out what you want to do to Tommy Nanny” she said quietly and with trepidation. “Don’t worry child, your mommy will be fine with it eventually. It will be my problem. You just be the supportive husband and father you always are.” “Yes, Nanny.” They got up and Mrs. Nelson slipped her blouse back on and buttoned it up. “Go ahead and kiss your friends good night, you need to get back home soon”. Janice clapped her hands together and skipped across her nursery. While she rarely needed to spend time in it anymore. It was undoubtedly hers. The last time she slept in the crib and was diapered for the evening was when Mommy April was diagnosed with cancer and Janice couldn’t face the thought of losing her Mommy/Wife. She regressed and needed an evening of being the baby without cares or worries. She reached into the overly large crib and pulled up a fairly beat up stuffed bear. It was her bear from before she became Janice. Her real mommy bought that for her when she was actually five years old and she loved it. It was a Smokey the bear stuffy. His hat and shovel were long gone to the years that have passed but the often repaired bear was very huggable. She hugged the bear and gave it a kiss and said “I luv you smokie.” She then tucked it back under the blanket and then picked up her Raggedy Ann doll. This doll was the doll she was forced to carry around long ago when she arrived at BB’s. She fell in love with it eventually. Annie became a friend and confidant over the years. She listened to problems and issues that Janice was not comfortable sharing with Smokie, some things just can’t be shared with boys. She hugged the doll close and whispered “Please take care of Tommy, I love him so much and want him to be the boy I could never be” louder she said “Goodnight Annie, luv you too.” Janice walked out of the nursery, slowly pulling on her James layers. She needed to get home. She had a wife that would need comforting and support for tomorrow. Back in the living room James leaned over and kissed Mrs. Nelson’s cheek. “Goodnight Edna, please take care of my Tommy” James whispered his voice already deepening. Using her first name was a bit of a ritual between them. Only James would be comfortable enough to use it. It was one of the harder things for Janice to do and it was one of the last layers of her James coat. “I will James. Give this card to your wife and tell her to be there tomorrow at 9am.” She said handing James a business card that read BB’s Nursery and Daycare and had the address and the name of the current Nursery Director Ms. Valentine. “The day care van will be there to pick up Tommy at 11:00 am. Take the time to reassure Tommy that everything will be ok. If you wish to tell him you went through something like this when you got in trouble with the law go ahead. Above all stress that it is important for him to do as he is told and things will go much easier for him. “Don’t give him any hints on what is coming. He won’t understand.” She reached up and stroked James‘s cheek and said “Don’t worry everything will be ok.” With that last statement she gently pushed him out the door. +++++++++++++++++++++ James walked home with a heavy heart. He was scared but he also knew that Nanny (always Nanny in his mind anyway) would take care of Tommy. He refused to let memories of those days at BB’s overwhelm him. He had to be strong for April. He opened the door and was immediately slammed into by a slightly hysterical April. “I have been waiting for you, what took so long?” she cried as she wrapped him up tight. He led her to the couch were they sat in almost a complete reverse of his time at Mrs. Nelson’s house. He held her tight and ran his fingers through her long blond hair. His turn give comfort and love. He kissed a few tears away. “Tommy failed his sobriety test. I guess he must have been drinking at some graduation event or something. Combine that with the accident and he is lucky he’s not spending the night in Jail” James states with a sigh. “I don’t believe it. Tommy is not some wild boy out drinking it up. They probably don’t know how use the damn breathalyzer. Just trying to make an example out a new high school graduate.” She spat venomously. “The test was administered by Rick. He is the only reason that Tommy is not downtown spending the night” James interjected before April could get deep into one of her patented diatribes. “He was going to be charged with a DUI, reckless driving and destruction of private property. Rick told me that they usually haul you in for the night.” “This will end his scholarship! Tommy will be devastated when he wakes up tomorrow.” She cried and started sobbing in James’s arms. Janice pulled her James coat tighter and held her as she wept. “Edna made a call and worked out a deal with Judge Sanderson. Tommy will need to do a summers worth of community service to pay off the property damages. He will have to work at some nursery and daycare Edna is part owner of. He will get paid wages which will be applied to what he owes. As long as he participates as directed the charges will be dropped and he will be off to Stanford. No record of any kind.” He said squeezing her tightly. “It won’t be a carefree easy summer but it beats the alternative.” April’s sobs slowly stopped and she said “Edna took care of it? She reached out on her own and took care of Tommy for us? God I love that women!” She paused and continued “You know I used to be jealous of Edna. You were always helping her out and spending time with her. I resented all the time she got with you that I didn’t. Over time I realized that you were good for each other and that she needed someone too.” She kissed James and smiled. “Let’s get some sleep. I will talk to Tommy in the morning and you need to meet Edna tomorrow at 9am. I left the business card on the table” He said pulling her to her feet. They moved through the house in a familiar routine. Checking doors, feeding the cat and shutting down the lights. Later they laid in bed in a familiar spoon position. Sleep came slowly for James as Janice’s fears needed to be tamped down again. She knew Tommy would be ok, Nanny promised. But she also knew it would be hard and weird for the boy. She also wanted to go see Tina but knew her grown up size and maleness confused her and she did want to upset her. He sighed and slipped into a dreamless sleep. +++++++++++++++++++ After James left Edna closed the door and sank to her knees. She felt a little badly for Tommy but he did break the law and damage her car. But those were minor issues. She had a growing problem and Tommy was going to be the answer. Leaning against the closed door she spilled more than a few tears of her own for the two boys whose lives they permanently changed so long ago. Janice and Tina was their responsibility even if it wasn’t truly their fault. If she ever found that bastard doctor that ran the experiment she would kill him. Damn the consequences! (This is Chapter 1. I hope to have many parts as we follow Tommy’s summer of fun and find out what happened to James/Janice and who Tina is. And see how April is going to react to Tommy becoming Tammi Lee. This is my first story and I appreciate any feedback (CCApril@Proton.me). I would also like to call out three of my favorite authors from Fictionmania/Daily Diaper. They have written great stories and inspired me to give it a shot. Thank you Mary Beth Sanford, Baby Sofia and Princess Phoebe. I hope you enjoy my stories a fraction as much as I have theirs. Also I have never played a psychologist on TV and I did not stay at a Holiday Inn last night. I’m just trying to write a fun story. If Janice/James personality is upsetting and/or its inaccuracy offends you please feel free to move on.)

Michael P.V Hi, my name is Michael and I'm 8 years old. I live in a small city called Nul, which has only 2000 people. It's in the Goran princedom. I'm like the boss at my school, you know? Even the girls are scared of me. That just shows how tough I am because here in Goran, the women are in charge. Nobody can boss me around, not even my mom or my older sister. I do whatever I want. I have complete control over my life. Today, the teacher got mad at me because I was late for class. But when I talked back to her, she kicked me out of the classroom. So, I got really mad and started throwing stones at the school windows. The principal saw me and she was super angry. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her office. Then, she called my mom. "Mrs. Tyuli? Hi! I'm miss Asiyor the principal of your son's school. I'm really sorry to bother you for the third time this week," I overheard her saying. "Of course, I'll wait for you here!" she said before hanging up the phone. (if you are interested you can contact me privately)

Prologue (part 1) Hi, my name is Antony! I'm nine years old and I live in Oxer, a little town in Goran princedom near the sea. You know what I don't like about this place? The women are in charge and they make all the decisions. They call it "Matriarchy" but I don't really understand what that means. All I know is that I don't like it. I hate being treated like a baby by my classmates. I don't like it when my teacher checks my underwear to make sure I didn't have any accidents. I mean, come on, I can control myself! And I definitely don't like having a teacher assistant accompany me to the bathroom and watch me like I'm a little boy learning to use the potty. It's embarrassing! My mommies say I'm just going through a rebellious phase and that it will pass, but I don't agree with them. I will never like something that I don't like! This morning, I had a brilliant plan to skip school with my friends. We wouldn't learnt anything useful anyway, so we decided to go to the skatepark instead. We were using our skates on the sidewalk to go faster when suddenly, I saw a lady in my path. I tried to avoid her, but I ended up falling onto a greengrocer stand. Oops! Hey there, kiddo! I only remember that I hurt my hand so bad, it made me cry like a waterfall. But guess what? A super nice lady police officer came to the rescue! She took me to her cool police car and let me sit in the back seat. While her friend talked to the angry lady, Officer Koll, that's what she called herself, checked out my hand. She thought my finger might be broken and said we should go to the hospital. But then I got worried that my mommy would find out I skipped school, so I shook my head. Officer Koll understood my fear and said, “Listen, little one, I get that you're scared of your mommy's punishment, but going home like this will make her even more scared. Don't you think that would be worse?” And that's how she convinced me to go with them to the first aid. The doctors took a look at my hand and then went somewhere I couldn't see to talk quietly. While the nurses were treating my scrapes and cuts, I really wanted to suck my thumb, but I stopped myself when the doctors came into my room and told me they needed to take some pictures of my hand. When we were done, I left the room and saw my mommies walking towards me. Mommy Lydia gave me my stuffed koala, Puf, to hug and help me calm down. Normally, I wouldn't take Puf outside, but this time I really needed him, so I hugged him tightly. "Listen, Antony," Mommy Stephanie called me. "A doctor will come here and give you a little shot to make you fall asleep." She told me this just before a nurse and a doctor entered the room where I was. The nurse made me wear a diaper and explained that it was necessary for the surgery. Then I went into a strange room where the doctor gave me a shot and I slowly fell asleep.

Antony, 9 years old, had decided to spend the day with his friends a group of rowdies widely disliked by the residents of the area. While they weren't a violent group, the most serious offense committed by them was drawing graffiti, none of them appreciated being looked down upon, especially by the Gorian women, and officers often annoyed them for simply walking on the sidewalk. What else can you expect in such a harshly matriarchal society? They weren't really violent or dangerous kids, in fact no one in the neighborhood feared them or considered them dangerous for some reason, but the women who had have to deal with them considered them very rude, but they weren't bad boys. He and his small group of friends simply lived the entire Gorian context with a lot of intolerance, because It left them no prospects for the future. Antony had had tried to talk about this topic with his mommies but he didn't succeeded to explain his frustration and he had argued with them, feeling bad for two weeks because it. He was a sensitive child after all. However, a day he and his friends decided to skip the school to go to play skateboard, but to avoid to invest a woman fell on the goods on display in a greengrocer's shop, ruining all the goods. The shop owner denounced him and his friends the judge summoned their legal guardians, along with Antony's mom and her girlfriend, deciding to enroll him and his friends in a re-education program for unruly boys. Some days later, Nanny Alexandra, the designated nanny for Antony's re-education, rang the doorbell of Antony's house and was welcomed in a very cordial way by Antony's mom and her girlfriend. (if you are interested you can contact me privately) (this is Antony) this is nanny Alexandra

This roleplay is about when Perry the platypus is forced into a diaper by the Nanny-Inator in the episode the Baljeatles originally he escapes by wetting his diaper but this time he actually gets caught and gets his diaper changed and trapped more so Perry must escape the Nursery a different way while the Nanny-Inator watches him and treats him more and more like a baby, full diaper usage is allowed if wanted to, and we can go over any other rules and add things if you want to you can choose to be the Nanny-Inator, or Perry the platypus

(Hi! I would like resume this roleplay keeping tones and the tags of the first part. Is someone interested?) Samuel is a spolit and rude 10 years old boy, whom his mother can not longer ménage. One afternoon in which he come home during school hours accompanied by a police man, because he was accused of stealing a videogame, his mother decided that it’s too mutch. Then she search someone who give her some advice about how to correct her mistakes in the boy’s education. Some hours after nunny Alexandra responds to their ad proposing a particular educational system. (I'd like play the role of Samuel, I can play nanny Alexandra role too if you want, the role play start with Samuel who is accompanied by a policeman in front of the door of his house. Please don't write short answer but be descriptive) P.S.

I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader.

Hello everyone, I'm hoping someone here could answer a question for me. I'm new to the abdl world. I responded to a nanny job posting a few months back and it turned out to be for an adult baby. I'm very open minded so Ive accepted the position, but I cant help but feel that I should have asked for a higher salary. So, my question is, how much should an abdl nanny be paid? Is there an average hourly amount? I'm not trying to take advantage, but I would like a fair amount. Plus, he is quite a difficult baby. Thank you everyone!

My name is Catherine Leigh Doyle. I am ten years old i grew up in dallas texas my parents names are emily and john. My mother is a very nice person bu dose not have alot of free time which is why i have a nanny her name is maria. My father is the ceo of a bank he works all the time even at home.

curious what the going rate would be to visit a nanny or babysitter.

Amy and the strange nursery Amy watch as the Doctor run around the tardis console pushing buttons or just slamming things, her husband Rory was throwing darts. She was bored! Amy went up to the doctor as he was tiring wires together. 'Doctor where are we going?' The Doctor gave her a smile 'don't know, been playing with the randomiser, we could be anywhere in time and space isn't that fun?' Amy groaned, she decided to play darts when the tardis landed. 'Ok where are we now?' Said Rory walking up The doctor notices some strange readings but Amy just walked out the door, 'Amy wait!' Screamed the doctor but the door slammed behind Amy and the tardis started teleporting. Amy tried to get back in but it disappeared. 'Oh great' said Amy as she started getting cold, 'why do I have to wear a skirt today?' She walked around when she notice a building, she quickly walk towards it and open the door. 'Oh it's so warm' she said as she shut the door, she found a switch which she pressed to light up the room. She found herself in some sort of giant nursery, there were cribs, toys, change tables even adult nappies. Amy saw some pictures on the walls of pictures drawn by babies. Amy chuckled, 'what sort of place is this?' She then went to the change table, it looked big enough to lay on it, probably have my nappy changed..... Amy stop, what was she thinking, she's too old for nappies and she can go to the bathroom just fine. She decided to wait here until the Doctor could get her. She sat on the table waving her legs, she notice a button next to her, Amy know not to press it but she was too curious, beside it won't hurt anyone. Amy pressed the button and the table started to rubble. Amy tried to hop off but two metal arms grab her and pin her down on the table, Amy screamed as more arms started to pull her skirt. "Change time for the baby" it said as Amy saw it took off her skirt. The metal fingers went to the sides as it took her panties off, 'stop it' said Amy but it grab baby powder and powdered her privates, Amy watch as it pulled out a adult diaper, Amy gulp in fear but strangly she was looking forward to this. The arms lift her legs as it slid the nappy under her. As soon as it was taped and fitted snugly around her the arms went away and Amy sat up to look at her nappy. Amy couldn't help but giggle as she poked the plastic. She got off the table and stand wobbly as the nappy were spreading her legs apart. 'Great, I'm diapered and bored' she said, but she notice the toys, it wouldn't hurt to play at least for an hour right? She waddle to the toys, sat on her diaper ass and started playing. She made noises as she played with the stuff toys, she took her jacket off, leaving her in her pink shirt as she crawled towards the blocks, Amy build a tower, getting it as high as she could, when a robot walked in the room. Amy yelped as the robot pick her up, "time for num nuns" it said as it carried Amy towards a adult high chair. It put Amy in, tied a bib around her neck as the robot started feeding her baby food. Amy ate as the food mush around her mouth, 'oh this is soooo good' she moan as the robot continued to feed her. Amy ate and made a mess on her bib and shirt as she greedily gulp the food down. Once he robot was done it took the bib and Amy's shirt off, it then took her bra off, leaving Amy sitting topless on the high chair. The robot took Amy off and place it cold hand down Amy's nappy. "Time for a nappy change" it said as it carried Amy to the table. Amy couldn't help but smiled, she can't denies that she's been looking forward to this. As the robot took her nappy off, it powdered Amy and try to put a clean one on but Amy just waved her legs, laughing as the robot tried to put the nappy on her. The metal arms came back as it held her legs down and the robot taped up the nappy. 'Awww you got me' said Amy, the robot thenulled out a pacifier and put it in her mouth. Amy suckled as the paci is making her tired. The robot carried her to the crib and place her in. Amy slept as the robot left. Amy suck her thumb as her diaper began to expand, a horrible smell arose as Amy mess her nappy. Once Amy woke up, she feels the back of her nappy as the poop mush against her ass. 'Strange I didn't need to go! She said as she got on her knees, her head above the rails. 'Hello! I need a nappy change!' Arms from the table started to extend as it pick Amy up, it laid Amy on the table and started changing her messy diaper. Amy started blowing spit bubbles out of boredom as the machine wiped her ass. Amy watch as the arms put her messy nappy in the bin and powdered her privates. It then taped a new clean nappy around her waist as it put Amy on the floor. Amy looked around the nursery, sure she like being pampered this way but she needs to find Rory and the Doctor, she got up and waddle towards to door, she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. 'Childlock?' Said Amy 'ok it's been fun but I really need to leave' she shook the door, she bang on the door until the robot came back. It lifted Amy up by the armpits and held her, "warning, baby should not bang on the door" it said 'Buzz off tin can, I am not a baby!' Amy tried to get off but the robot won't let go, Amy started hitting it but hurt her hand. "Baby is being nitty, baby must be punished" it said as it went to a chair, it sat down as it laid Amy on its lap. Amy felt scared as she felt her nappy ripped off, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Amy struggled until the robot started smacking her ass. 'Owwwww!' Moan Amy as the metal spankings continued, 'please stop! I'm not a baby! I'm a grown women!' The robot continued, Amy started to cry like a baby as she thrashed around, shaking her arms and legs as the robot continued to smack her sore ass. When the spanking stop the robot lift Amy up, Amy still crying like a baby, started to suck her thumb as the robot carried her to the table as it placed a new nappy on her. Amy sobbed as the robot bridal carry her and started rocking her. Then the robot pulled out a bottle of milk, Amy tried to fight but the bottle was force into her mouth. Amy started drinking the milk. Amy drank until the bottle was empty, the robot put her over its shoulder and pat her back, making Amy let out a big burp, milk dribble down her mouth. Thrombotic wiped her mouth and place her on the ground, then it went through a door and disappeared. Amy started pulling at the nappy, but she can't take it off. 'Where are you doctor?' She said as she gave up and sit cross leg on the ground. Amy got up and walk to the robot door, she try to find a switch or something but it won't open. Amy then got an idea. She pulled out her messy nappy out of the bin and gagged as she went to the door. 'Did I really made this much of a mess?' Said Amy as she threw the nappy away, causing the robot to come out to clean it, leaving Amy to quickly go through the door. She ran but she fell, so instead she started drawing as fast as she could. She crawl into a room where she saw cameras of her in the nursery, 'Woah this is creepy' she said but the robot found her. Amy tried to run but the robot grab her, "baby will be punished now" 'No please' screamed Amy as she struggled until the robot deactivated. Amy started as the doctor and Rory came running in. 'Amy thank goodness, I see you found the vexones nursery, shouldn't go in there by the way' said the doctor as she notice Amy's nudity and cover his eyes. 'Amy are you all right?' Asked Rory 'Do I look all right?' Said Amy pointing at the nappy 'I've been treated like a baby for hours!' 'Yeah the vexones is the galaxy's nursery pros, they make a nursery for anyone' said the doctor, when Rory gave Amy his jacket to cover her breast the doctor removed his hand 'ok long story, the tar dis was forcefully being taken with us in it. We escaped, defeat the vexones and save you, now let's go before this planet blows up' the doctor started running with the ponds behind him to the tardis. As they escape and the planet exploded the doctor decide to take them to Vegas, Amy went to her room to change. As she put her bra and shirt on and about to remove the nappy, she remembers how good it feels around her waist, she pulled her pants over the nappy, deciding that she could wear for a few more hours. The end

Chapter 1 Billie Piper sat in the kitchen feeding her baby son, Eugene in his High chair as her other son Winston was at school. Billie sighed as she put the empty baby food down and put Eugene down in his playpen. 'Man, I need some help around here' her husband was off in Africa shooting a movie, and Billie can't find time between acting and lookinafter her kids. As she sat on the couch and put on the TV, a ad came on. "Behold mothers! Tired of taking care of your children without any time for yourself? We'll get the new Robot Nanny! So you don't have to worry about leaving your kids with an untrustworthy babysitter, you can just set the dial on it and it does the rest! So you can enjoy a nice day with your husband! Get the Robot Nanny NOW!" Billie looked at the number on the screen and started dialing it now. Hours later the package arrived in a human size box. Once Billie open it, the robot nanny rolled out. Billie looked at it, it has the face of a 21 one year old, wearing a maid outfit and extendable arms. Billie read the instruction manual, 'ok I got to give it pictures of my kids for it to know who is the children' semis simple enough, Billie grab a picture of her at the beach with Winston and Eugene sitting next to her. Billie admired the way she looks in that red bikini, all the guys were staring at her that day, she insert the picture in the robot's mouth. The nanny downloaded the picture in her data banks as it determines the ages of the children. Then it start scanning the people in the picture. Winston James Age 6 the oldest of the children and goes to school. Eugene Fox Age 2 still a baby and started potty training Billie Piper Age 1 youngest of the children It looked at Billie, scanning her white top and sweat pants Baby Billie not wearing suitable clothing, must have gotten into her mothers closet The nanny started rolling around the house, Eugene stared in awe as Billie smiled, maybe it's working! 'Ok Nanny!' She called out to her, the Nanny turned towards her, 'take care of my kids while I go out with friends!' The nanny looked as Billie went to her bedroom to change. It started going through her programming. Parents not found. Winston at school. Eugene and Billie left alone. Job: take care of children till parents arrived Billies came out, wearing a sunflower dress as she grab her purse and walked to the door when the Nanny blocked her way. 'Ummm. What are you doing?' Asked Billie as she lowered her sun glasses 'Billie not allowed to go outside by herself' Annouced the Nanny 'Uh yes I can, I'm the mother!' 'Incorrection! Billie is a one year old baby and must be taken care of until parents arrived' the Nanny took her purse and put them on the table. Billie started to get a little mad, 'Nanny! I'm the parent and I'm telling you to take care of the children while I'm away!' She yelled at the tin can Billie yelped as the Nanny picked her up. 'What are you doing?' Shrieked Billie as the nanny started bridle carrying her to Eugene's nursery, 'put me down this instead now!' She screamed but the Nanny just held her as Billie struggled and thrash and kick, trying to get off but it just held her tight as they entered the nursery. The Nanny sat Billie on the change table, Billie try to get off but it just held her tight and place a pasi in her mouth. 'Now relax' it said as it laid Billie down, she spat out the pasi as she sat back up, 'Nanny! Who is the parent here!' The Nanny went through her files, 'Laurence Fox and Billie Piper' 'Yes!' Yelled Billie happily 'They have three kids, Winston James age 6, Eugene Fox age 2 and Billie Piper age 1' 'No!' Yelled Billie, then she reliaze her mistake with the photo, 'oh no you tin can! It's the kids in the photo you have to babysit, not me as well!' But the nanny just shush her as it stared to pull up her dress. 'Hey what are you doing?!' Yelled Billie as she try to pull her dress down. 'Billie needs to be in her own clothes, can't go through her mummy's clothes' it as as it continues to pull the dress off but Billie just keep grabbing it, they fought over the dress when they accidentally ripped it. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPED!!! Billies started in shock and sadness as her dress was ripped from her body, leaving her in her bra and panties. The nanny just shook her head, 'Notty notty, now I just have to replace this before your mummy finds out' 'But it's my dress, my beautiful dress' sulked Billie as she covered her naked body. The nanny just threw the dress in the bin as it proceed to grab her bra. 'Oh no you don't' said Billie as she struggled but the nanny just wrap her tightly with its arms as it manage to in hook it and take it away, leaving Billie's breasts exposed. Billies quickly cover her breasts, 'are you malfunctioning or something? What happens it my sons sees me like this?' She quickly looked out the door, hoping Winston doesn't come home now, or Eugene getting out of his playpen looking for her. The nanny threw the bra on the ground as it grab the sides of her panties. 'NO!!' Shrieked Billie as she kick the robot, but hurting her foot in the process as it can't feel pain. It laid the kicking and screaming Billie on the change table as it started pulling down her panties. Billie sobbed as she try to grab her panties but the nanny just hit her hands away as it pulled her panties off her long legs and discarded it to the ground. Billies laid on her son's changing table, where she change Winston and Eugene on. She looked up at the Nanny, who was pulling out a diaper and enlarging it with her ray, making it into a giant baby diaper! Billie screamed as she rolled off the table and started running out of the nursery, she doesn't care if she's completely naked she just had to get out of here! But the nanny was too fast for her as it grab her belly and held her up, Billie shrieked as her bare ass touch the cold surface of her uniform, as it carried her back in the nursery and back on the table. Billies screamed and kicked and hit and cried but it was no use, she spotted the diaper laying open on the table as the nanny sat on down on the padded surface. Billies gave up, her hands and feet was sore from the hitting and she was tired as the nanny lift up her legs and powdered her privates. Then the diaper was taped up around her naked waist. Billie looked at the mirror at herself. Sitting on her sons changing table, wearing nothing but a big diaper, she looks exactly like a baby right now. Billie cried as she was lifted up by the Nanny and carried put of the nursery.