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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at a story and I wanted to clarify one thing. This is at its core a transfem MTF transformation story. As a trans woman I have some experience with the feelings, emotions, and hurdles of this, but I absolutely do not have a cis woman's perspective on anything. There will be sex and body exploration moments, and as someone without a vagina I had to research what this is like. Hopefully it doesn't come across like some dumbass virgin wrote it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: In Which She Makes a Wish Ryan stared in awe at the being hovering before him, a beautiful woman with long flowing chestnut colored hair held in a ponytail by a turquoise band, a matching bedlah top covering her chest, and gold bands around her wrists. Piercing blue eyes regarded the boy, a hint of a smile touching them. However the most notable thing in Ryan's estimation was that just below the navel her body ended and below that she was made of a lavender smoke that endlessly emanated from an ornate antique bottle, twisting and flowing in eddies and swirls that seemed to hypnotize him as he beheld the being before him. “Well met, Master,” intoned the strange ethereal woman. “I am known as Sisu the Giving, genie of the bottle. I give you my most humble thanks for freeing me. In return I shall grant you all your heart’s desires. May I ask the name of my Master?” Ryan stared slack-jawed. He had found the bottle in an antique shop tucked away in an alley that he’d never meant to go down in the first place. He’d bought it as a gift for his girlfriend’s birthday. Andrea loved antiques and Ryan had thought she’d love the bottle especially, but when he pulled out the stopper this was the very last thing he’d expected to happen. Finally after a moment of stunned silence he spoke to the genie before him. “I’m, uh, Ryan,” he said lamely. “You…you're really a genie? I mean, uh, obviously you must be, but…I didn't know genies were real.” “Indeed I am,” Sisu the Giving said. “Alas, my kind are rarer in this age. I can feel only three others of my kind left in this world. Many of us have passed to realms beyond, or shall never be found again and have wasted away. ‘Tis a great tragedy, but unfortunately not one that I may remedy, for my bond is to you, my Master. As he who has freed me I am bound to your eternal servitude. As they say, your wish is my command!” Sisu smiled brightly and twirled in midair as bright glittering sparks flew about her from her fingertips, painting her as the very picture of ethereal beauty. Ryan was awed by her, still hardly believing what was happening. “Wish? You mean you can really grant any wish I want?” he asked. “Of course, my Master! I shall grant anything you desire. Fame, fortune, love, anything you ask of me shall be yours!” Ryan paused, suddenly wary. “Hold on,” he said cautiously. “In stories genies aren't always so kind in granting wishes, there's always some kind of twist.” Sisu’s eyes twinkled as she regarded her new master. “Indeed,” she agreed. “Many of my kind have done these things. I, however, shall not warp your wish into some unfavorable or nefarious outcome. Your wish shall be granted perfectly and according to your true desire.” Ryan waited for a moment for Sisu to speak. “But…?” he prompted. Sisu smiled a wan and dry smile. “Of course,” she confessed, “a price must be paid. For everything you receive something from you shall be taken. This thing I will not tell you and you shall not know until it is gone, but I give you my solemn vow that neither you nor those you love shall come to harm, nor shall your wish be tainted.” Ryan considered this. If what Sisu was saying was true it wasn't as bad as the stories had said it would be. However, this could potentially be just as bad, especially if he didn't know what he'd have to give up. Still, the trade-off might be worth it in the end after his three wishes were through. Actually…wait a minute. “Wait,” he exclaimed as the thought occurred, “you haven't told me how many wishes I get!” “That is because there is no limit,” Sisu proclaimed. “I do not limit you to one, three, or even five as some of my brothers and sisters may have. You may decide yourself when the price becomes too high for you to ask for more.” Ryan paled slightly. These trades must be pretty serious if Sisu thought he would give up on his own accord. What would be the breaking point? What would be taken from him that would cause him to quit? And just because something wasn’t harmful doesn’t mean it couldn’t be bad. “That's…different,” he muttered uneasily. “Is there anything else I should know? Any more rules like no killing or no love?” “Nothing of that sort. Love is easy to manipulate, even if it can get a bit unpleasant. If you truly wish someone to die then it shall be done, but the price of ending a life shall be severe.” Sisu’s eyes turned steely and sharp. Ryan could see the weight of her words reflected in her expression as she spoke. “I would also caution against raising the dead,” the genie continued. “It can be done, but things tend to get…messy. Besides these, I give you one final warning.” The swirling smoke comprising Sisu's lower half suddenly shifted inward and formed into slender legs with a gold and turquoise pair of pants to match her bedlah top. Sisu touched down on the floor and took one quick stride to be face to face with Ryan for the first time. She stood at eye level just a few inches away and Ryan instinctively took a half step back. “What is done cannot be undone,” she warned, the severity shining in her eyes once more. “Neither wish nor sacrifice may be reversed. What you get and what you lose shall remain for all your life. Choose wisely.” With her warning completed Sisu floated back up into the air, taking a pose as if she were lounging on a chair, her head propped on her arm and her legs crossed, all trace of seriousness gone. Ryan swallowed nervously. “So, my Master,” she smiled. “What is your wish?” Ryan regarded the genie nervously. A pit had begun to form in his stomach as he weighed the choice before him. He could have anything he wanted. But was it worth the risk? What could he want so bad that it would be… He paused, and the pit grew deeper. Ever since the lavender smoke began pouring from that bottle a thought had played at the back of his mind, a thought that had grown stronger even as Ryan tried to shove it down, shove it back into the dark place of his mind where he kept it locked. Some days it stayed put, content to stay away, but it was always there, waiting, and on the nights when it broke free it consumed him and left him aching, sleepless, and hopelessly despairing. But now there was no avoiding it, and 27 years of repressing this feeling had finally taken its toll. It was free now, and the thought, that terrible ache, could be made real, and almost without even thinking Ryan spoke. “I…can you…” He hesitated. “Hm?” questioned Sisu, a curious look on her face. “What is it that troubles you, Master?” Ryan could hardly breathe, he felt like he was being choked. He forced himself to take a deep breath and count in his head until he was calmer. 1 and 1 is 2. 2 and 2 is 4. 4 and 4 is 8. “I wish…” he started. 8 and 8 is 16. 16 and 16 is 32. Sisu smiled, and unbeknownst to Ryan she used a tiny portion of her magic to loosen his tongue. She had a sneaking suspicion what his wish would be. It was not the first time she had seen this happen. “Speak, Master,” she intoned. Ryan counted 32 and 32 is 64, took a deep breath, let the pit fill his entire being, and spoke. “I wish I was a girl,” she commanded. Sisu did a midair somersault and landed in front of Ryan, her eyes glittering and her grin wide. Just as she’d suspected. "Your wish is my command, Mistress.” Smoke poured from the bottle, surrounding Sisu until she was no longer visible. At once the column of lavender haze drifted towards Ryan, enveloping her in a soft caress from head to toe. She shivered as she felt herself begin to change. Her short hair grew, lengthening to halfway down her back, light and smooth. Her shoulders and waist began to narrow at the same time as her hips began to widen. She suddenly felt very tight in her jeans and worried about them ripping as she felt her butt also begin to expand. She couldn't be too sure through the smoke but she could swear she felt herself shrinking. It was all too much. She could hardly breathe. It felt as though there was a heavy weight on her chest. She put her hand up and gasped, feeling the mounds beneath her shirt as her new breasts began to swell. She was suddenly very scared of how she hadn't specified anything about this, but there was nothing to be done now. Just as she was beginning to worry that they were going to get too big the swelling slowed and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed again as she heard Sisu’s voice in her ear. “Apologies, Mistress, this next part is going to be a bit invasive, but I need to be precise here. I promise I shall be gentle and make it nice for you.” The smoke receded from her head and feet, gathering at her crotch and moving into her pants. She squealed in fright as she felt her manhood begin to shrink, then let out a soft moan as she felt pleasure radiate from it. She shook and her knees buckled as she suddenly felt the greatest orgasm of her life rock her. Pure ecstasy radiated out from her crotch as she sat on hands and knees, unable to move as the genie continued her work. It came in waves in ways she had never felt before, reverberating through her whole body, shaking her to her core. As the bliss rolled over her she felt the genie moving deeper and deeper inside her new genitals. She could feel things inside her moving, being rearranged, transformed from her previous male organs to her new female ones. Soon the waves of pleasure subsided and she was left panting on the floor. Eventually she was dimly aware of the smoke coalescing in front of her as Sisu appeared again, looking proud and grinning from ear to ear. “I must say,” bragged the genie, “that this may be my greatest work in centuries.” Ryan looked up at Sisu, eyes wide, still catching her breath. “That…that was…” she panted in an unfamiliar high-pitched voice. “I’m really quite good,” the genie said, evidently very pleased. “Still, we're not quite done. There's one last finishing touch.” Ryan cocked her head to the side. What could possibly be left? Everything about her was fundamentally different now, even the world looked bigger. “What-” she started before Sisu knelt down, took her head by the chin, and kissed her firmly on the lips. Ryan's eyes went wide as suddenly thoughts, memories, and knowledge flashed in her mind. How to put on makeup, how to wear a bra, how to manage a period, everything one could ever need to know about being a woman was beamed directly into her head. At the same time Ryan felt something else leave her mind, some small piece of former knowledge taken. Was this the trade? Sisu broke the kiss after just two seconds, though to Ryan it had felt like an eternity. She wobbled slightly on hands and knees, then fully collapsed on her side, whimpering, the room spinning above her. Sisu drifted down to rest beside the poor girl and placed Ryan's head in her lap. The genie began to stroke Ryan’s hair and spoke softly to the new girl before her. “It is alright, Mistress. You have been through a lot. Just breathe and it will pass. Sixty…sixty-ffffff… Ryan's head was still swimming with the process and couldn't really focus properly on her numbers. But as her head began to clear she tried to focus on what was taken from her mind, something important, something she felt like she had all her life that was now missing, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember. “What was it?” she asked the genie unsteadily in her new higher, softer voice. “What did you take?” Sisu smiled down at Ryan. “Nothing too important. You'll find out soon enough.” Ryan blinked up at the genie. She was beautiful, and from here she looked almost motherly. As the last of the head fog cleared, Ryan sat up as straight as she could, if a bit unsteady, next to the attentive genie. Did Sisu get bigger? Or did… Ryan propped herself on the coffee table and slowly pulled herself up. Sisu stood and offered a helping hand which Ryan took as she took stock of everything. No, she wasn't imagining it, Sisu was taller than her, but only because Ryan was shorter. She had been at eye level with the genie before but now Ryan had lost at least eight or nine inches. Even her clothes hung weird and her jeans bunched up considerably around her ankles and under her heels. She'd have to have Andrea measure her when- “Andrea!” she squealed at the thought of her girlfriend. “What's she going to think seeing me like this?! I didn't even think about how she'd react! Sisu, change me back! She’s supposed to come over tonight!” Sisu gave a tsk tsk noise and wagged her finger at the girl. “Apologies, Mistress, but as you recall one of my rules was that wishes cannot be undone. I believe there's a delightful phrase in this time, ‘no take-backsies.’” Ryan groaned. Of course, stupid stupid Ryan, never thinking ahead. What was she going to do? “If I may, Mistress,” Sisu said, “I'd advise you to worry less about your girlfriend and more about yourself. You seem to be having some…difficulties?” Ryan looked up at the genie, still helping her stand, wondering what she was talking about, when she suddenly felt something very warm between her legs. She looked down and jumped back in alarm as she saw a growing wet stain around her crotch that was beginning to run down her legs, completely soaking the front of her too-tight jeans. It took a second for her to fully realize what was happening, but when she did she was utterly mortified. “What the fuck what the fuck!” She shrieked. She tried desperately to put her hands between her legs in an attempt to stop it, but to no avail. Under no control of her own she was wetting her pants and could not stop.

This story already has three chapters written, don't forget to comment what you think and you will participate in some decisions in the story. This is my first story on this theme of diaper dimensions and I'm also not a native speaker. Any English mistakes, I'm sorry. Any comments I accept 😃 Happy reading. -- Chapter 01 - Behind The Scenes part 1 . In Angeliun Cassandra Frost was pensive, leaning against the mirrored wall of the luxurious elevator that took her to the twentieth floor of ZoMers Inc. Her straight, well-groomed black hair fell to her shoulders, contrasting with the bright red lipstick she wore, one of her trademarks. Her angular, charming face was slightly tense. Cassandra had always been a woman of action, ambitious and willing to do whatever it took to be at the top. But the last meeting of the directors had shaken her confidence. The words of her superiors still echoed in her mind: "If you don't increase the audience, you'll lose your position." A veiled but real threat that now weighed like lead on her shoulders. It was hard to admit, but the shine she had brought when she took over the Big-watch branch had not been enough to attract the public. And now, she felt the pressure to maintain her status and luxury, or lose everything. The elevator made a soft ringing sound, signaling a new stop. The door opened and another Amazon entered. It was a tall, imposing woman, holding the hand of Little, a girl who looked to be about 20 years old but who dressed like a child. The girl was wearing a pink shirt with a pony print and a white skirt that barely hid the bulky diaper she was wearing. Her eyes were lowered, her submission evident, while the rider spoke on the phone, completely ignoring her presence. Cassandra watched the scene for a few seconds. The way the girl was being led by the woman, the fragility imposed on her, sparked an idea in her mind. Something that could save her job and the branch’s audience. Her eyes shone with renewed enthusiasm as she mentally sketched out what her new project would be. Stepping out of the elevator, she walked with determined steps, stiletto heels echoing on the marble floor, to the office of her assistant, Amelia Royce. Amelia was a young rider, with red hair that fell over her shoulders, always impeccably combed, and she wore round glasses that gave her a slightly nerdy look. When Cassandra walked in, Amelia looked up from her computer, seeming to already sense that something was wrong. “Did they have a last one on you?” Amelia asked, her tone mixed with concern and irritation. Her frustration was understandable. Cassandra had been in the director’s position for less than a month, and already her position was being threatened. Amelia, always pragmatic, didn’t understand how the pressure could be so quick and relentless. “Yes…” Cassandra replied, calmer than one would expect. She knew Amelia was a good assistant, but she also had a temper, and it was crucial to remain calm if her plan was to be well received. “How can this be? You haven’t even been in the position for a month!” Amelia continued, her voice slightly raised. It was the indignation of someone who knew how much effort Cassandra put into her work. But Cassandra, always calculating, just smiled. This time, she had an ace up her sleeve. “Amelia,” Cassandra began, her voice soft but firm. "I have an idea. Something that will turn the tables in our favor." Amelia crossed her arms, tilting her head curiously. "What are you planning?" Cassandra stepped forward, adrenaline surging through her veins. "We're going to create a reality show. But not just any reality show. We're going to take five girls... who don't know our world." She paused, allowing the idea to form in Amelia's thoughts before continuing. "Girls from that world where Littles walk around and can give orders to the Amazons." Cassandra "Exactly," Cassandra confirmed with a sly smile. "These girls will be perfect for our project. We'll bring them here, put them in a house, and the whole thing will be broadcast live. The format will be a quiz show. But with each mistake... they will change. Gradually, they will turn into baby Littles, ready for our world." The shock on Amelia's face was replaced by a mischievous smile as the idea fully formed in her mind. “And the more mistakes they make, the more childish and dependent they will become… until there is nothing left of their old lives.” “Exactly,” Cassandra repeated, with visible satisfaction. “The audience will love it. We will show their transformation, step by step. It will be ZoMers’ greatest success.” Amelia was already mentally jotting down the details, her eyes shining with excitement. “This could be our salvation. And how are we going to get them here?” Cassandra shrugged, relaxing in the chair across from her assistant. “ZoMers already has the means to do that. All we need to do is choose the right contestants. They will be the stars of our new show.” Amelia smiled and began typing frantically on the computer. “I’m going to start sketching out the concept and putting together the teams. This is going to be… grand.” Cassandra watched Amelia work with a satisfied smile. The future that had seemed threatening now offered him a new opportunity. A chance to not only save his job, but to further elevate his career. "????" would become ZoMers' most-watched show, and Cassandra Frost, its creator, would be at the center of it all.

Prologue: Amy Maynard was driving her car on the narrow mountain road surrounded by snow-covered trees. She was about to start her most strange vacation in her life. Amy worked as a nurse in the children’s department of the Caring Hearts Centre. It was an asylum for mental disabled people. Amy loved her job and she hoped the children could be cured eventually even if she knew it was impossible. Most of the children were disabled in a serious way and they weren’t able to speak or take care of themselves. She had to feed them and change their diapers. Nobody believed they would be cured and nobody tried even to examine their condition. All clients were considered hopeless. As soon as a new client was committed to the centre, it was their final destination. Six months ago Amy got divorced and she felt lonely. Even if her relationship hadn’t been ideal and she felt a big relief after the divorce, the solitude was much worse. Every day she came back to the empty apartment; she didn’t have any children. Several times she got an idea to adopt a child from the Centre, but it was a crazy idea; she needed her job and couldn’t give it up to take care of a mental disabled child. Amy’s parents knew about her worries and they decided to surprise her. She got an unusual Christmas gift; a voucher for two weeks' stay at Flores's pension. Flores’s pension was a small pension in the mountains and it was an ideal place to relax after work with disabled children. There were only three guest rooms there and the most visitors were older couples who wanted to rest in the peaceful nature surrounding the pension. Amy could find her peace there. She thanked her parents, but she wasn’t sure if that idea was the right one. It would be another opportunity to think of her lonely life and talk with uninteresting people. She wished she had any company. All of sudden a crazy idea hit her mind. Even if she couldn’t adopt one of the children, she could take them to the vacation. After all she was a skilled nurse and taking care of them would be easy; Amy wouldn’t be alone and she would have company. The voucher covered the whole double room. She asked the Centre head for permission and he agreed. His only condition was that the child had to be calm. Several children suffered from violent attacks and they had to be tied to their beds often. Amy nodded; it was quite understandable. Her favorite option was Molly Neal. She was ten years old and lived in the Centre since her babyhood. According to the documents she was retarded heavily; her disability should be congenital. She was still in diapers, didn’t speak and she spent the entire day in her room or in the common room along with two more girls in the same condition. They seemed to play together in some strange way and refused to contact anybody else. However Amy could see a glimpse of clear thinking in Molly’s eyes many times and she suspected something was wrong with the poor girl. When Amy told her decision to her parents, they were shocked first: “Amy, you need a rest and not another lot of work with a disabled child,” her mother objected. However Amy was sure it was a good idea: “Mom, if I’m alone there, it would be even worse. Taking care of a single child would be even a pleasure for me.” Amy’s mom laughed: “Amy, it’s your decision after all. If you prefer a disabled child to a friend, do it.” “Mom, a child can provide me with more than a dozen of the so-called friends. The children are sincere and innocent.” Two days later Amy drove off towards Flores's pension. She bought a car seat, some beautiful clothing of Molly’s size and three packages of diapers. Molly was surprised when Amy took her from the centre and led her to her car but she didn’t show any sign of protest and watched Amy curiously. She let Amy sit her into the car seat and leaned back comfortably. Amy started the engine and drove off; they left the town, got to the highway and finally turned towards the pension. Now Amy had to experience a big surprise.

The day started out like any other. Sayrui was stirring awake in her bed as the sunlight shined down into her eyes from the window. She slowly stretched and glanced around the blurry room. Her eyes slowly widen as she realizes she wasn’t in her own bedroom. The walls were all painted blue and had butterflies painted on them as well. Her gaze lingered over to the future which looked to be bigger sized baby furniture. Finally she had sat up only to realize she had woken up in a white crib and covered by a light green blanket. She panicked and started to cry as she was sure it was just some nightmare and that she would wake up once she panicked enough. Slowly standing up to climb at the crib bars as she peers over at the bedroom door rather sure she heard the door knob turning. (looking for an RP partner, feel free to join. I’d much prefer longer post then one liners, thank you!)

A sequel to http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=41024&hl= ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Jenna Coleman hugged her legs as she sat in her therapist office. For months she, Karen Gillan and Billie Piper had been attending therapy for what happen to them. Few months ago they found them in a giant crib, wearing nothing but diapers as they coo and gurgle like babies. It taken months to bring them back to their senses but no one would believe that a doll made them like that. Jenna try to tell them but they keep saying it's just their mind being over stressed. Jenna remembered how she like being diapered, and remembered regressing. She also remover her Billie and Karen acting like babies. The therapist, Dr Stein is going through his notes as Jenna sat on the chair. 'Well Jenna, I think you're feeling better' said Dr Stein 'Yes, no more accidents, I wake up clean everyday' said Jenna 'Thats good, which means that you've passed your potty training' Jenna Billie and Karen also had to be re-potty trained as they keep having accidents, Jenna remember the months of wearing diapers, then pull ups until she was ready to wear panties again, 'guess I don't have to see you any more' 'Thank you doctor' said Jenna as she got up, she shook the doctors hand and left the room. As she walked by the waiting room, she notice Karen reading a magazine on the chair, Jenna could see the diaper under her skirt as she walked by. Billie Piper was sitting on the ground near the children's toys, she was wearing her shirt and a diaper as she tries putting the right shapes in the right hole. Jenna felt guilty about maturing faster then them, but they'll soon go back to normal, after all that doll is gone for good as Dr Stein said they threw it in a garbage disposable. Jenna took a taxi back to her home and lay on the couch. 'Finally it's over' she said as she kick her shoes off. She soon fell asleep. She dream she was walking through the park, still wearing her dress and shirt as she saw lots of grown women diapered and playing. 'JENNNNNNNNA!!!' Screamed Karen as she waddle and hug Jenna 'wanna pway tag?' Jenna push her away, 'no! Karen, we are adults!' But Karen just pulled Jenna's dress down, reviling Jenna's big adult diaper. 'See you baby!' Said Karen pointing 'baby baby baby!' Jenna started to wobble as she fell down, then she sees the doll walking towards her. 'No! Get away!' Jenna crawled away, but the doll just continued walking towards her. Jenna then felt her bowls moved as stop and started shitting her diaper. 'No! I'm a big girl! Not a baby!' But the doll pick her up, Jenna felt fear as she relies her shirt disappeared, the doll pulled out its big boob and started breast feeding Jenna. Jenna cried as she drank the breast milk. Every girl started chanting 'Baby Jenna' over and over again. The doll put her down down and change her diaper. Jenna started wailing and crying as the doll wiped her messy ass. Jenna screamed awake, thank god it was a dream, Jenna hug her legs as she rest her head. Then she saw the adult diaper around her waist. Jenna yelp as she pulled back. Looking at her naked body but saved for that big diaper. 'How? The doll wasn't here! It wasn't the doll!' She poke it, then try to rip it off, 'no no, I don't wanna be a baby' she whimpered as she realised she was in a crib. She got on her knees and look over the railing. It looks like she is in an apartment, as she saw a queen size bed next to her crib. Jenna look around but it was too dark to see. Jenna got up and was about to climb over the crib when the door open and the light came on. Karen Gillan was wearing a towel as she came in the bedroom, she saw Jenna standing up and squealed, 'awwww! The baby wants to get out' said Karen as she lift Jenna up and place her on the floor, 'now wait here while mummy change into her clothes' Karen then took the towel off, showing off her sexy body as she started putting clothes on. 'Karen what are you doing? Why am I in a diaper?' Asked Jenna as Karen put panties and a bra on. Karen look at Jenna and crouch down, 'your in a diaper because your not potty train yet silly baby' said Karen as she pinch Jenna's cheek, Jenna push it away, 'stop this! I'm an adult!' But Karen just went back to her closet to put on sweat pants and a pink top. She lift Jenna up and carried her to the living room. Jenna squirmed but Karen just keep a tight grip on her as she sat on the couch, placing Jenna on her lap. 'Karen let me go!' Yelled Jenna but Karen just pulled up her shirt, and pulled her boob out as she put her hand on Jenna's head and started making her suck on her nipple. Jenna squirmed but she started drinking the breast milk. 'Good Jenna' said Karen 'this milk will make you big and strong' Jenna just suckled as the milk went down her throat. After 30 minutes Karen pulled Jenna back, pull her shirt down as she lay Jenna over her shoulder and pat her bare back. Jenna let out a big burp as milk started drooling down her face. Karen then put Jenna in a play pen as she walked to the kitchen. Jenna started grinning, she missed this kind of attention, but she shook that thought away, she is an adult, she should act like one. Jenna stood up and climb over the rails, as she walked quietly to the door there was a knock. Jenna frozed, she hears Karen coming out of the kitchen as she quickly ran back to her playpen, sitting in it just in time as Karen walked past to get the door. Jenna could hear Karen talking with someone, as she got on her knees. To look Karen shut the door and walked to the playpen, her hands behind her back. 'Mummys got a surprise for you' said Karen as she smiled, then she showed Jenna what she got. Jenna screamed as Karen was holding Betsy the Doll.