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So, after a series of non-diaper stories we are back to our usual content! We hope you like it. This story is already complete on Patreon! Check us out there and consider supporting us. As always, Like and Comment! Thank you for reading! ---------------- Special thanks to the following patrons for the support: Lil Erica, Phil, Cam, Lizzy, Annie, BeezleDerBock, Lizzie, Selphie, Pierre, Bryia, Herezulo, Jazzie, Keira, Princess Sarah, Scotia, Sorka, and Red. We really can't thank you enough!! ❤️ ---------------- Disclaimers: Disclaimers: 15yo protag (SFW), diapers, wetting, breastfeeding ---------------- Lillikol By Sophie & Pudding 1.) I curled up against the window and yawned. My head was tired from the flight, but I was pretty over it by now. My parents were dead. Yup. It would be a bigger deal if I saw them more often, or if it wasn't three months ago. I went to a boarding school and I was allowed to finish out the end of the year before the affairs were sorted. Affairs meaning I had to go home. Apparently I wasn't even a fucking American... new life, new family, they said. Great. I closed my eyes and waited for the wheels to touch down. There weren't any large planes that came to the island — honestly, anything that needed to come usually came by sea. Still, in the case of departures or medical emergencies that the local doctors couldn't handle, there was both an airstrip and a helipad by the western cliffs. It made for a spectacular view for the approach, too, with marvelous pastel colors muted and etched in bands along the rock of the cliff-faces. The entire island was mostly sloped west down to east, with cliffs on the west and beaches on the east, though a good deal of the center was level ground. Thats where three of the towns were. There was one more closer to the cliffs and one by the beaches, roughly in the shape of a cross and not too far apart. The island wasn't that big to begin with, and the area in-between comprised farmlands and other agriculture. A man's hand came to his forehead as he watched the small business-jet approach, and finally come in for a gentle landing. There's only one passenger, so said the manifest — a girl who'd been born here named Maisie. Her parents had died, tragically, and she was returning home to be placed into foster care. On the mainland, a five hour flight away, such procedures would take months. Here, in Lillikol, the girl would be in a bed in her new home by the time the sun went down. The man, dressed in a nicely pressed suit, a wide-brimmed hat atop his head, slowly began to walk up the strip to meet the girl. There was no formal airport, but the place looked gorgeous from the sky. It was an island, one I could see every edge of as we took a wide turn, but it was bigger than I thought. When we finally landed, I took it upon myself to make my way down the stairs, a Marshall following behind. I came out on a concrete strip near the cliff face and looked out at the ocean. Holy shit this place was awesome... "Justicar Olive." "Very good to see you again, Marshall." The man tipped his wide-brimmed hat at the uniformed man, and smiled a kindly smile to the girl who walked right past him and further down the airstrip, probably to gaze over the cliffs. "Please sign here, and here, and initial at the base of each page." Olive smiled courteously and took the clipboard, checking against all the paperwork as the Marshall spoke. "Her profile is interesting, Justicar, I'm not so sure she'll be a good fit in your little utopia." "Nonsense. Everybody is a fit here, Marshall. Here you are, I trust everything is in order?" The Marshall nodded, and Justicar Olive tipped his hat again and turned around, wandering down the airstrip toward the girl at the end of it, looking out over the sea. "Quite the view, isn't it?" "What? Oh..." The man was a surprise at my shoulder. He was tall, even for a grown man. Taller than my father used to be. Now he was about a foot tall, lying on his back. I sighed and looked down over the cliff. "My dad used to live here?" "He certainly did." "My mother too?" "Born and raised." "...and me." "So says our records." "I can't see why they'd want to leave..." It was just so beautiful. "Many of us wonder the same thing, Maisie. But to each their own, once they come of appropriate age." The sea washed against the base of the cliffs, and the salty smell from the ocean was beautiful. "I'd tell you that the view gets old, but then I'd be lying. Would you like a few minutes more, or are you ready to go?" She didn't have a suitcase — personal effects were not allowed to be brought to the island, and she'd ask about that soon, Olive imagined. He motioned to a small vehicle with two seats up front, and a bench facing away from them behind, with a small luggage area as well — somewhat like the people mover vehicles inside airports on the mainland. Electric, clean and quiet. "It's like a cute little golf cart." I climbed into the passenger... uh, seat? It was like a bench really, and it made me suspiciously close to the man. I didn't even know who he was. "Are you taking me to a foster house?" I didn't really know how this was supposed to work. I was fifteen, not stupid. I hardly even needed parents. And now they expected to find some for me? My other two weren't very good at it. Why would new ones be any different. "I'll be taking you to Lillikol Hall — it's our head of state, and is in the center of the island. From there, you'll be matched with a family and by the time the sun goes down, you'll be placed with them." Of course, the shortlist had already been selected, and there was really only a few key decisions left to make, such was the efficiency here. The little cart began to pull away, silent as a mouse, and down the road at a leisurely pace. "How would you feel about a sister about your age, Maisie?" "...oh." I had never had a sister... "They're annoying on TV shows... are they annoying in real life?" He laughed, but didn't answer. No help, there. I sighed and looked up at the sky. Jeeze, this place was so pretty. Even the sky was prettier. And the trees, as we drove, and soon after, citizens. They wore lovely colors. Nice coats. So... elegant. The man beside me was elegant too, but I thought he was only being formal. I suddenly felt widely underdressed in just my blouse and jeans. "The center of the island is far, right? I mean, we came in from the cliffs, so..." "About two hours, by cart." That left maybe an hour and a half, still. Not that big an island after all... I could probably walk from one side to the other in a day. These carts were pretty slow. "Carts are licensed to go a little faster than this, but we have a policy of letting things go at their own pace, and not rushing things." Maisie would certainly soon learn the applications of that ethos, no doubt. "Bicycles are popular for children your age, although you're welcome to apply for a cart license once you come of age." Few girls do and most all boys did. "There's a lot to see on the island, though, and I hope that's enough for you — we don't see too much use for many of the luxuries you might have grown up with." "How old do I have to be to drive?" "Sixteen." Cool. Only eight months out. At least I had that same luxury as I'd have back home, even if the cars here only did go a fifth the speed. I watched the trees go by quietly, and it looked like we were going past some farms now. Nothing very interesting. "Why did you ask if I wanted a sister?" "Well, one particular family has been quite a promising selection in going over your files, but they have a child of about your age, and if you feel like you wouldn't like that we can select one of the others on our list. You wouldn't be upsetting anybody, I'll have you know — they don't even know they're being considered, so nobody will have hurt feelings." The island was south-west some degree of the continental US, but less south and less west than Hawaii. It was a tropical island, but the ocean rifts in this area kept a wonderful cool breeze washing over on even the warmest days. "...I don't know if I want a sister or not." A girl my age. It made my head a little dizzy. I looked up at the sky and bit my lip. This would determine which family I got, wouldn't it? Which one I'd live with for the next three years? Big decision… "I'm..." Deep breath. "I'm not sure..." "Well, you don't have to decide right now. I'm sure you have more questions you'd like to know the answers to." Truthfully, they'd probably place her with the Cress family no matter what, because a sister her age could be useful for her assimilation into the culture. New arrivals were rare, but they did happen, and there were rules in place to govern them and ensure they didn't disturb the peace. The ride was arduous. The sun was high in the sky when we finally stopped in a busy town square, with nice two-story buildings and a fountain. The whole thing reminded me of Back to the Future, except not at all. They had a clock tower, though! This one worked. I got out of the little cart and looked around. People dressed like modern versions of old movies... "This way, Maisie." There were people of all ages, girls and boys and men and women, though one particular group of girls seemed to catch Maisie's eye — there were four of them, and all of them wore dresses. Pretty and juvenile dresses, the sort of thing perfect for warmer weather... if you were six. "We're going to get your biometrics.” DNA and fingerprints were kept in Lillikol Hall for all citizens of the island, and this was merely to confirm that she was in fact the same girl who had been born here. "Once we're done, you'll be allowed to busy yourself in the library until a decision has been made." The library was public, attached to the western wing of the government building, and the layout was similar in all five towns. I followed the man through the hallway and kept looking back at the doors. Those girls... why did they dress like that? They weren't kids. Maybe it was just a location thing. Probably a school play, actually. I followed the man into a room where he put ink on my fingers. I pushed each of them to paper and he took a strand of my hair, and a swab of my saliva. Fun fun fun. "This way for the library, you said?" He nodded and I went my own way. The library was actually pretty impressive — despite the single level appearance from the outside, it actually had a deep basement level which was overlooked by the ground level through a large opening with an iron guard rail, somewhat like a shopping mall. There were many books on this level, and even more by the look of it on the lower one. Furthermore, the basement level had tables in the center, many of which were occupied by people with books. For a culture that didn't have the internet or television or radio, it made sense that books were held in such reverence. I leaned down over the railing, looking at the girls and boys. The boys had a similar look - dress shirt, dress pants. Some had a jacket, but some of the dress shirts were short sleeved. Almost none had ties or bowties or even shirts buttoned to their necks. Just nice looking people in a casual way. The girls, however, ranged from overdressed toddlers to almost fetishized school-attire. Nothing was slutty - even less slutty than back home, but no girl wore pants. No. Girl. Wore. Pants. Except me... what the hell...