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Written for @cute little kokiri girl, using the Youthlock ideas and setting explained in this post! Our plan is to release about a chapter a month, so strap in! Chapter 1 I can tell a lot about a broad by what troubles she decides are worth my time to solve. To put it in terms any Joe could understand, my services don’t come cheap, and I’m not in the business of looking glamorous. Sometimes a dame will wander in telling me how her cat’s gone missing, and it’s not because she’s mistaken me for a newsie looking to make cash on the side, it’s because she’s got too much dough and not enough sense. On the other hand, if I have a dame come in telling me her husband’s gone missing, that tells me something else–if she were rich, she’d be hiring some glitzy gumshoe who’s got his name in the papers, assuming she didn’t just place a donation or two to get the coppers on the job. You don’t come to the only youthlocked detective in Los Angeles because you’re just stirring up trouble. And that’s me–Nick Juliet, Private Eye. Don’t let my looks fool you, I might need to sit on a phonebook to use my desk and I’ve still not finished potty training, but I’ve been old enough to drink since prohibition ended, and if you take me for a kid, I’ll take you for a ride. It was just about closing time when the latest doll waddled into my office, looking cute as a button. She had it all–golden hair that curled up like a coiled spring around her shoulders, eyes like blue puddles, wearing a little pink number with lace that just wouldn’t quit. She stood maybe three feet tall even in her patent leather heels, but even though I could hear her diaper crinkle as she crossed my office, I knew this wasn’t any little child who’d wandered in off the street. Youthlocks aren’t common, but we aren’t all that rare either. The lucky ones get all the way to nine or ten before they stop aging, when they’re tall enough to reach the middle shelves at the grocery store without jumping. At a glance, we look like kids, but you can tell us apart if you know what to look for. The diaper bulge is one thing; I can’t say why, but our potty training goes to squat when the youthlock sets in. There’s the walk, too. You spend thirty years practicing, you’ll have a swagger to your step that few tots will match. In this case, though, I didn’t need any of my observation skills, just a pair of eyes. This wasn’t just any dame who’d walked in off the street, it was Shelly Chapel. The Shelly Chapel, the starlet with more than thirty hit films to her name. “You must be Nick Juliet,” she said, stopping in front of my desk. She had to stand on tip-toe to see over it, giving me a view that only showed her precocious eyes and a stare that’d stolen the hearts of audiences across the world. “And you’re Shelly Chapel,” I replied, glancing past her. My secretary had stepped out. Hopping down off my desk chair, I walked around, pulling out the seat for her. Prepared for a Youthlock, I had a spare book I kept on the edge of my desk at all times, but sizing up the actress, I quickly realized I’d need more height than just one book offered. Stacking a couple newspapers beneath it, I offered her a hand, pretending that I couldn’t spot her diaper beneath her dress as she got onto the boosted-up seat. “I thought you’d be shorter,” she commented, looking down at me from her perch. I had a good six inches on her at least, the result of my youthlock setting in a couple years past hers. Walking back to my own seat, I clambered into my own chair, feeling the need for a pick-me-up. “How can I help you?” I asked, reaching into the pocket of my vest and producing a package of candy cigarettes. Extending one, I offered her first pick of the pack, but she shook her head. “They say you’re good at finding things,” Miss Chapel said, her golden hair flopping adorably over her shoulder as she tilted her head to eye me. It felt odd, seeing decades of suspicion in eyes that belonged to a preschooler’s face. “They say you’re discreet, too, but I don’t know much else about you.” Setting the candy stick between my lips, I sat back, letting the slight sugar rush give me the energy I needed. “Funny thing about keeping secrets,” I said as chalky sugar dissolved down my tongue. “If you never share them, nobody ever knows how good you are at keeping them.” “Well.” Shelly nodded thoughtfully at my comment. “Thanks to the paparazzi, my life’s an open book. I can’t take a nap without a camera finding its way between the crib bars. For once, I’d like to be ahead of the tabloids.” I nodded, taking the notepad from my desk. “Ahead of the tabloids on what?” “My manager, William Waters. He’s a chisel, and a bastard, and he’s trying to kill my career.” She sat back, eyeing me, as though waiting for me to call her crazy or question her story. I knew this part all too well. Dames who came in my door weren’t always looking for the truth, they just wanted to know that someone believed them. I’d learned a lesson or two from the girls on fourth street: So long as they paid, it never hurt me to play the pal. Nodding, I clicked my pen a couple times, jotting down names. “Give it to me,” I prompted. “From the beginning.” “You know who I am,” she began, stating it as an observation, not a question. I nodded anyway, and she continued, “I’ve been in the business for a long time–hell, I started playing six year olds when I was actually six. I’ve had the same manager for a decade and a half, and I’ve been at the same studio for the past eleven years. And let me tell you–I’m just about sick of it.” Her gaze drifted out the window looking wistful. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re done with acting?” “I’m done with Shelly Chapel,” she replied. “Little girl, sings and dances, cute as a button–it’s so goddamned sweet it makes me want to choke. I’ve been acting for my whole life, Mr. Juliet, but it seems like I’ve only ever been cast in one role.” Nodding, I chewed on my thoughts, and on the tip of the candy cigarette. “Alright. So what’s the problem?” “I’ve been auditioning for new roles,” Shelly explained, reaching down to dig into her purse. “And my manager–he’s worthless. He’s not able to do a damned thing for me. With my resume, I should be able to walk onto any set I please and get a part, but no, it’s like a kid wandered into a factory, they just want to coo over how cute I am and then usher me away. I was beginning to suspect something, and then this happened.” Producing a letter, she tossed it onto the desk. I leaned forward, unfolding the wrinkled paper and skimming the note. It was written in a tight cursive script, jotted down by someone with good penmanship. Phone call from Candor Taurus of Erikson Productions, asked to pass along: He’s confused why you didn’t accept the part, but they’ve decided to go with someone else. He asked why you never responded, after you were so enthusiastic at the audition, but he had to make another choice to get production moving and couldn’t wait any longer. I frowned. “Candor Taurus? The director of It Occurred One Evening?” Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Why didn’t you respond?” “Because, I never got told I’d been accepted!” she snapped bitterly. “Calls don’t come for me directly, I’m too busy to answer the phone on set. Typically, William will accept them for me and let me know if anything’s important, but my manager claims he never got this one.” “Who wrote the note?” I asked, holding up the paper she’d given me. “One of the receptionists.” Shelly reached over, taking the message back. “If nobody’s around to take the call, they’ll pass along messages and have them delivered.” “Could several messages have been missed?” I asked. “A few phone calls in a row?” She shook her head, golden curls bouncing around her shoulders. “Impossible. If nobody picked up, his studio would call back. Someone got the message, and just didn’t pass it along to me.” “Or several messages, by the sounds of it,” I said, frowning as I thought it over. “So, you think your manager killed your chance at a new role? Why would he do that?” “You know what his job is?” Shelly asked. When I shook my head, she explained, “It’s to sit around and collect a paycheck while I do all the work. A manager’s supposed to find new jobs for me, but we’ve been working on the same lot for more than a decade. All he’s had to do was get a bonus whenever someone calls up asking for an endorsement or product sponsorship–if I start working for new companies, taking on serious work, he’ll actually have to get off his ass for once. Clearly, he’d rather keep the easy ride going.” “So fire him,” I suggested. “You’re the biggest youthlock name in town, I’m sure there’s managers out there who’d blow their wig to scoop you up.” “He’s got me in a bulletproof contract,” she glowered. “Locked me into it before I was old enough to know better: If I fire him without cause, there’s a do-not-compete saying I can’t bring on anyone else. I need proof he screwed me so I can take his ass to court and hire his replacement.” I nodded, mulling it over. Her story sounded plausible, but I didn’t just take every plausible case that wandered in off the street, no matter how cute she looked when she gave me a pleading look. “Miss Chapel,” I began. Her expression fell, then I saw the beginnings of an angry snarl. “You don’t believe me?” “I believe you,” I promised, quelling her anger, “But if you’re right, if your manager took the calls and then buried them, or he threw away notes from the telephone operators, that’s going to be almost impossible to prove. I’d need to get him to admit it, and it’s not often you’ll convince a man to incriminate himself. You’d be wasting your money if you hired me.” “But there’s a chance?” she asked, leaning forward. “Right?” “Not a good chance.” I shook my head, biting the end of the candy cigarette into pieces and chewing on it. “Even if he’s got loose lips, once a private eye shows up on set and starts asking questions, he’ll clam up like a wet diaper in winter.” She nodded, thoughtful. “I might be able to do something about that–I can get you onto set without it being too disruptive.” “I don’t want to take your money and leave you without answers.” I shook my head, leaning back in my chair. Persisting, she dug into her purse again. “I understand. Payment up front, then.” Taking out a stack of bills, she dropped it onto my desk, where the fresh green cash sat between us. I frowned. I had a hard time saying no to dames in desperate straits, but I had an even harder time saying no to cash up front. Leaning forward, I took the wad of bills, riffling through them like a deck of cards. “What’s your plan to get me on set?” I asked, nodding. “Call you an extra,” she explained. “We’re filming a scene at an orphanage in two days. Kid actors are cheap, but they’re hard to work with–Youthlocks are better if you can find ‘em willing to act.” Thinking on it, I pursed my lips. “I don’t care to have my picture taken.” “You’ll just be a kid in the room,” she promised. “Please, Mister Juliet. There’s nobody else I can trust with this.” I considered a little longer, but my heart was already made up long before I nodded my head. “I’ll take the job,” I said. “Call my secretary, Miss Brown, tomorrow, get her the details for when the filming starts.” Smiling, she pushed to her feet, falling down to the floor. I could only see her eyes over the edge of my desk, but I saw relief in them. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet,” I replied, staying in my seat. “I still don’t think I’ll be able to get much out of him.” She waddled out of my office, skirt flouncing as she reached up to turn the handle on my frosted glass door. I mulled things over while she left, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. A film set–a whole studio full of people who lied for a living, and a case that it’d be impossible to prove before any judge. (Why do I even take these jobs?) I thought to myself, sitting back and putting my feet up on the desk. There was something foul in the air about this whole situation, but I couldn’t place my finger on what. As I pondered, my door swung open a second time, but now it was a familiar face who walked in, carrying a paper sack. Margaret Brown, the best damned secretary on the west coast. She was just a little younger than me, but stood a solid two feet taller, actually looking like a woman in her mid twenties. “You’ll never guess who I walked by on the street!” She exclaimed, excitement shining on her face as she set down the sack. “You’d be surprised,” I replied coolly, hopping off my office chair and walking over to her. “Go on,” she prompted, removing a package of diapers from the bag. “Guess.” “Shelly Chapel?” I suggested, eyeing the package. “No, it was–” she began, before pausing to look down at me. She sniffed, disappointed. “How’d you know?” “Because, we’ve got our next job,” I replied, reading the label. “‘Coddles’?” “It’s the new disposable diaper brand,” she explained smoothly, before guiding the conversation back on track. “We’re working for the Shelly Chapel?” “The one and only.” I frowned. “I don’t see what’s so bad about terry cloth and plastic–old fashioned diapers have never done me wrong in the past.” “You’re not the one who has to do your laundry,” she replied haughtily. “And, on that subject, I smell a soldier who needs a change–let’s get you freshened up, boss.” I rolled my eyes but took her hand, waddling behind her to the bathroom where she hefted me onto our changing table. Smiling as she undid my diaper, Margaret asked, “So, what did the little starlet want?” Crossing my arms and wrinkling my nose, I stared at the ceiling. I could have changed myself, but Margeret was faster and did a better job, so I took the opportunity to get her help whenever I could. “She wants to be taken seriously.” “Oh?” Margaret inquired, mostly making the sound as a prompt for me to keep going while she wiped my thighs clean. “Bottoms up.” Pushing to raise my hips off the table, I let her pull my diaper away and wipe to get everything else clean. “She says someone’s sabotaging her career, trying to keep her out of serious film.” Margeret nodded, dusting me down with fresh baby powder, filling the room with an overbearing cloud of perfumed talcum. “And do you think she’s right?” “I don’t know.” I pondered it quietly for a little while as Margeret folded up my new diaper, taping it down. I still didn’t see the issue with good, old-fashioned cloth diapers, but the sticky tapes did seem to be easier to apply. “I don’t trust her.” “Really?” Margaret seemed genuinely surprised as she sat me upright and moved to wash her hands. “Shelly Chapel? That girl seems like she’s a saint in her films.” “That’s the thing about actresses,” I replied. “She’s made a career out of trying to be someone she’s not–so, call me skeptical, but I’m not taking a bite ‘til I know that the sweet isn't just there to cover up something sour.” ... Support for this fiction is provided by readers like you! https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

Emma woke up early on the morning of the move. The truck was going to be arriving soon and she wanted to make sure she had the last bits of what she needed all boxed up. Truthfully, it wasn’t much. Emma shared an apartment just off campus with two other girls and didn’t have a lot beyond the personal possessions in her bedroom. Honestly, she probably could have moved it all herself were it not for wanting to take her bed and furniture with her back to Mom’s. She’d spent the past few months applying to positions and Master’s programs in kind, thinking that if the right job opened up she’d take a year off school or if she could get into a Master’s program she might jump into that. Unfortunately, there weren’t good options on either front. At least no jobs that didn’t balk when they saw her size. No one said being a trans Youthlock was why they didn’t hire her, so it must have just been an exceptional coincidence that interviewers were excited over the phone but always told her they would call back and never did. She got up and stretched all 49 inches of her body and then undid the safety railing with the press of a button. She hopped down and began stripping the bed. There was some moisture in the blue and pink stripped trainers she wore but fortunately nothing had seeped through that would need to be washed back at Mom’s. Emma cleaned herself up in the bathroom and transitioned into her normal daily wear; a pair of trainers, a bralette, tight jeans and a black tee shirt. She tied her thick, dark hair back and commenced packing up what was left of her stuff. After a few hours of that included assuring the movers she was in fact an adult complete with an ID check, packing up her stuff into the truck, and then making it through late morning traffic and out of the city, Emma’s car rolled to a stop in her mother’s drive way. She took a deep breath, Emma had come out about two years ago as a junior. She’d come home for visits and stuff and Mom was polite but she hadn’t really been around Mom a lot since going to college, let alone coming out. This was going to be a new experience as they figured out what a mother-daughter relationship would mean with her back at home. Emma imagined it would mean more gendered chores and some awkward conversations but hopefully those would blow over soon. Emma turned off the ignition, and walked to the door as the moving truck pulled in behind her.

Hey for those who liked some of those Youthlock stories and wanted to make their own story based on youthlock here is an easy a downloadable template so you can have a basis on your own Youthlock stories and free to use for everyone. Made by Catros Creative Corner and commissioned by me. Also here is a link to their deviantART page if you were thinking of conditioning them they do good work. https://www.deviantart.com/catroscreativecorner Anyway going to post the first story we did together it's basically a story based on the classic Care Bear show combined with a PSA, basically this story would be something you'd see in old cartoons when they decide to talk about a certain subject. Also any Youthlock stories we make or stories that you make can be posted here if you want. Youth Lock Template.pdf CUTE LITTLE KOKIRI GIRL: CAREBEARS YOUTH LOCKED BY: CATROSCREATIVECORNER COMMISSIONED BY: CUTE LITTLE KOKIRI GIRL Part one. Samantha, or Sam for short, sighed as she walked to her new school, clenching the strap of her bookbag tightly as she made her way across the sidewalk. Which took a bit longer for her than it normally would for a fifteen-year-old due to her special condition that she had dealt with for the past few years. It was something that she had grown to accept as a part of her life, though that didn’t mean that she didn’t struggle sometimes. If you looked at the teenager heading to her first class period of the day you would probably be confused as to why she was at a high school and not at a middle school. The teen suffered from something called ‘Youth Lock’, or simply going by YL for short, meaning that her appearance was locked to a younger age than she was. So she may have been a teenager but she looked like she was around nine or ten years old. Instead of worrying about what makeup and outfit she was going to be wearing to class that day, she was going over her list of things to say to people if they asked if she was lost. She had her class ID with her that had her age on it for proof of who she was, a few standard things to say to new people who met her and thought she was lost, and a bag of gummy worms in case she needed an energy boost through the day. As for her outfit, she decided to try and dress as maturely as she could for the day, and when her clothing options consisted of what was in the kid section at Walmart she didn’t exactly look like she was getting ready for a hot date. A plain pink shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and sneakers that were double-knotted to prevent any tripping accidents, trying to do damage control before it happened. If she could spare herself from any embarrassing situation and not draw any unwanted attention then she would take it, and falling from dangling shoelaces would bring unwanted attention. But as she got to the giant wooden door separating her from her new peers, Sam took a deep breath and pushed on the door. Instantly hit with the cool AC pumping frost air, the roar of all the students talking, and the smell of teenagers who had yet to discover deodorant. But no one froze and stared at her when she entered the building so that was a good start. But she knew it wouldn’t last long. The little teen rushed to her class, rushing past all of the teens that littered the hallway, not stopping at any of the bright red lockers as she had permission to keep her backpack with her at all times as it had a few things that she might need throughout the day, minus the gummy worms but those were in a small pocket that was on the top of her bag. The perfect place to sneak a couple of the sweet treats during class. Though it was always a gamble to try and grab them when you sat in the front seat. And due to her size, she was no doubt going to be placed there so she could see the professor and not the back of some random teenager. But as she hurried down the hall, her new sneakers making a high-pitched squeak squeak as they rubbed against the floor, she heard some of the chatter die down replaced by whispers. Sam didn’t need to know to hear the whispers to know what they were talking about, and it fueled her feet to move faster as her cheeks tinted red. But thankfully no one stopped her in the hall and she was able to get into the classroom. And there the classroom that was filled with teens getting ready for their first class paused as they saw a little kid in the doorway. “Uh…” Sam let out, her grip tightening on the black shoulder strap of her backpack, her entire face feeling like it was getting ready to burst into flames, and quickly got to the first empty seat that she could find. Which was in the front row, apparently everyone was trying to avoid the front row, where she knew she would end up anyways. So going there at that moment skipped the middle man. She sat her bag beside the chair and climbed up onto the hard cool blue plastic seat. As she sat her feet barely touched the white shining floor, even sitting as close as she could to the front of the chair, her shoulder up a bit as her arms rested awkwardly on the desk. Thankfully the seat wasn’t that bad. Though she was stuck looking like a ten-year old Sam was very lucky. She was at the oldest age someone YL could look and she still had great control over her bodily functions. A lot of YL people were stuck in pull-ups and diapers, but thankfully she didn’t need those. A simple soft pair of trainers hugged her waist, which wasn’t what she would like to be weaning. But it was better than waddling around in a diaper, that would not help her. But the trainers did make it a bit easier to sit on the hard plastic chair. However, it didn’t make it so the girl couldn’t hear her classmates whispering. What's a little kid doing here? Did she get on the wrong bus? Is she one of the teacher's kids? Is she a child prodigy? Just things that she had heard before at the other schools that she had been to. Though the child prodigy thing would be a nice excuse to be in the classroom. But she couldn’t say that, she could just reach down, unzip the top pocket of her backpack grab a gummy worm, and chew on it. -Meanwhile In Care-A-Lot- “Come on, Gram Bear,” A light blue little bear whined as he was forced outside of the house, his feet being planted into the soft cushion-like cloud ground. “I don’t wanna play outside today!” He whined to the adult bear. “Now now Tugs,” The bear of a similar color said as she patted the little bears. “If you want to show how big and strong you are, then you need to go and run around and show them how useful you can be.” She said to him, playing on the boy’s desire to go and help all the bigger Carebears with their missions. Though Tugs and his sister Hugs were adult Carebears like the rest of the group, they were Youth Locked stuck looking much younger than they were. And unlike a good bit of youth-locked people, the twin bears needed diapers full-time. It was something they had both gotten used to, but it didn’t mean the small blue bear was happy about it all the time. He seldom got chosen to go down and help people. And he could do it, Tugs knew that he could! He just needed to be given the chance to prove himself! “Come on, Tugs!” A small pink Carebear said, rushing out of the house without the assistance of the older bear, rushing past her brother and down the sidewalk of the house. Unlike the other bear Hugs was ok living a more carefree lifestyle. Not that she didn’t want to help anyone, she would gladly do that. But being able to play and frolic through the clouds all day was a lot more fun than having a long list of chores to take care of every day. Nope, she just had to make sure that her bed was made and her toys were cleaned up. That was all the responsibility that she wanted and needed to have in her life. But she stopped at the edge of the property where an iron gate stood open and waved for her brother to join her. The boy couldn’t help but give a smile as he watched his sister wave at him as if he were a bull and her hand was a red flag egging him on. He quickly rushed after the other bear, the two giggling as the sudden game of chase suddenly out into the fluffy white clouds. “AHHHHH!” Hugs squealed out in a high-pitched tone as she held her hands up in the air as she was chased. “Get back here, Hugs!” The boy demanded as they rushed around, Tugs holding one hand out to tag his sister as his other arm swung back and forth as he pushed forward. “No! You’ve been in it for two days! I’m not going to let you tag me now!” The girl informed him. They had their little game of tag going on for the past few days, which had started with her as it was, but her brother had quickly tripped and was the victim of her tap. And since then he had been the one chasing her around in between other games and meals she had no desire to give up her winning streak. Plus he could just call the game as soon as he tagged her! She was a good sport and was waiting for him to say he was done, admitting his defeat. But she doubted that he would give her the same courtesy. “Come on Hugs, it's not fair!” Tugs whined as he pushed forward, and the two ran to the edge of a cloud and skirted along the edge of the cloud. But as they raced along the edge the two could get a glance at what was going on the planet below. Not that anything interesting was going to happen, but sometimes a human down on the planet would have a problem and the Carebears would go down and help take care of it. Not that Hugs and Tugs went down there a whole lot anyway, actually they weren’t even supposed to be this close to the edge of the cloud. But like what were the chances that they would slip and fall to the world below, they’ve been playing on these clouds for years! They were experts on playing near the edge! Though if Grams Bear found out she definitely wouldn’t be too pleased with them. She would probably take away dessert for a week if she caught them. “Oh um… maybe we should move.” The blue bear suggested, slowing down to show his sister he wasn’t just trying to trick her. The thought of losing dessert for a week was enough to make him want a temporary truth so they wouldn’t get in trouble. Which, seeing the other bear stop, the girl looked around to see where they were before giving a jump as she saw the edge of the could. “Oh good idea, Tugs.” She said, “I didn’t even realize we were this close to the edge.” She said, as if ‘this close’ wasn’t directly at the edge. But before she could take a side step she took a look out at the world below them, noticing a big brown brick building surrounded by a grey concrete sidewalk with a road in front of it. Looking through the windows of the room quickly she froze as she saw what looked like a little girl, maybe nine or ten years old, sitting at a desk, scooted up to the front of her chair. “Tugs.” She said, making a timeout sign with her hands for a second before pointing off the cloud at the girl. “That chair seems big for her. Why doesn’t have a seat she’d fit in?” She asked her brother as if the other bear was a fountain of knowledge and knew everything. But the boy waddled over and looked at where her sister was pointing and quickly pinpointed the girl in question. “I don’t know, Hugs.” He said, one eye closed as he stared at the human girl with one. “She’s also surrounded by other bigger kids. Maybe she went to the wrong classroom?” He suggested as his ears started to ring a bit. “Wait, shhhhhh!” He said, covering Hugs’ mouth up as he leaned towards the school, his other hand cupped around his ear so he could hear better. “H-hi,” Sam said, her high-pitched voice quivering a bit as she sat up straight, having just been called on to introduce herself. She didn’t bother standing up like the rest of her classmates would do. It would take her a minute to climb down and then even longer to get back up into the seat. So she just sat up as straight as she could. “Um… M-my name is S-s-Samanth-tha, and um… S-Sam for s-short.” She said, her voice quickly trailing off. “That's not the only thing that's short.” A boy in the back of the class said, immediately getting some chuckles and laughs from everyone else. But it made Sam’s entire face light up red and started to feel like she was about to catch on fire. She figured that those comments would come up sooner or later, but it didn’t change the fact that they were embarrassing. However in all honesty she was surprised that it took this long for someone to make an audible comment about it. She had been at schools where someone yelled ‘What's a little kid doing here’ as soon as she walked through the doorway. So this wasn’t the worst experience that she had ever faced. But the instantly instantly sent her nerves on edge and without even thinking about it her thumb found its way into her mouth for a few seconds. But after some more giggles could be heard from around Sam’s eyes shot open and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth. Taking her shirt she quickly wiped the drool off of it reached down, grabbed a couple of gummy worms, and stuck them in her mouth. Whenever she got nervous or baffled her thumb would somehow find its way into her mouth, another side effect of being YL. But if she had something in her mouth already she wouldn’t have that problem. Or at least that hadn’t happened yet, if she tried that while eating gummies then she would be in for a rude surprise. “Why are you so little?” A girl, looking like a typical teenager. A black shirt with a white blouse under it, a black mini skirt, tights, black and yellow sneakers, and a ton of makeup decorating her face. Basically what Sam wished she could look like instead of your typical middle schooler trying to look older than what they were. And a low murmur of people asking the same question. “O-oh…” She said, squirming in her seat as she looked at the teacher to move on to the next student. “If you’re okay with explaining your condition that's fine Sammy.” The teacher said, making the girl cringe as a few other people echoed ‘Sammy’. She hated being called Sammy, it was a name that matched her body. But with that, Sam felt like she was backed into a corner with that name. How could she not explain what was going on with her without looking like a kid who was trying to hide under their blankets from the non-existent monster in their closet? “Ok…” She said and cleared her throat to start to explain. “Oh, I’m sure everyone would be able to hear you better in the front of the classroom.” The teacher said, not trying to make Sam’s life more difficult in the moment. She probably thought that she was helping the girl… But she might as well put a neon sign over her that said ‘LOOK AT THE SMALL FREAK’. “Fine.” She squeaked as she slid off her desk went to the front of the room and took a deep breath. She tried to look her classmates in the eyes at first, but after half a second of intense stares, she felt like the ground was much more interesting than her peers. “Um… I-I suffer f-f-from something c-called Y-y-y-Youth Locked.” She said, sticking one hand in her pocket as she nervously fiddled with her long blond hair. “I-it makes me w-w-ook wike…” She lisped, clearing her throat to try and collect her thoughts. “L-look like a l-little kid.” She explained. “B-but o-o-other than t-that I-I am a n-normal t-t-teen.” She said. “One who sucks their thumb.” Someone said out loud, making her blush again. They didn’t exactly yell it out at the girl but they weren’t quiet about it either. “T-that's an um… s-side effect,” Sam answered. “I-I can’t really control it.” She informed everyone, “A-and t-the stuttering.” She sighed and after an awkward second, she reached up with her other hand and grabbed a bit of her hair. “Uh… t-thats all.” She said before going back to her seat. “Aw… that poor girl,” Tugs said, standing up straight again, his cheeks puffed out a bit as he looked down at the school. He couldn’t believe that there was somebody down on the planet below that was like him and his sister! But the way people were lightly making fun of her wasn’t very nice. “And those bullies picking on her.” Hugs pouted, crashing on the ground with her arms crossed. “It’s not like it’s her fault that she’s like that.” The pink bear sighed as she lay on her back, feeling the soft cotton cloud cushion her and staring up at the blue sky. “Yeah, and it's clear that she’s having a hard time with it.” Her brother said, joining her on the ground as he pondered what to do. “We could tell the others.” Hugs offered, looking at Tugs, “They would be able to handle this situation like they normally do.” “We could tell them…” Tugs said with a sigh before an idea popped into his head and a smile grew across his face as he sat up. “Or…” He said, brushing some clouds off his shoulder, “We could go down there and take care of it ourselves!” “What?” Hugs asked, “I don’t think that's such a good idea, Tugs. We don’t have the experience that the other Carebears have.” “Exactly!” Tugs said, planting his hands on his hips as he got on his tippy toes, “We don’t have their experience but we have our experience! An experience that Sam is having and none of the other Carebears know what she is going through.” He pointed out. “Hm…” His sister mused as she thought about that. Her brother did make a good point about them being the only ones who knew what Sam was going through. “What about Grams Bear? You know she doesn’t want us leaving Care-A-Lot without one of the bigger care bears with us.” “We’ll be back before she even notices that we’re gone.” He assured her, reaching a paw down for the girl to take. “Besides this could be our one and only chance to prove that we can be helpful Carebears.” He muttered the last part, kicking the clouds a bit, making his sister sigh. Hugs knew that her brother took their YL situation a lot harder than she did. While she was okay with her carefree lifestyle she knew her brother wanted to prove that he was useful to their friends. He had a hard time with being treated like a little kid all the time and that is why he really wanted to help out with whatever and wherever he could. So she sighed and took his hand and got up to her feet. “Ok, I guess if we’re the only ones that can do this then we better get down there.” She said, mimicking her brother and planting a hand on her hip. “Great!” He said as he tugged her, “Let's get going then!” He said, pulling her forward as they jumped off the clouds and headed for the planet below them. The blue bear holding a hand in the air and letting out an excited. “WEEEEEEE!” As they soared through the air. But hugs let out a much less enthusiastic high pitch. “AAAAAAAAH!” She covered her eyes as they quickly landed on a soft patch of lush green grass. “You know there's other ways of getting down here.” Hugs pouted, ripping her hand away from her brothers. “Yeah, but that was a lot more fun!” The boy chirped as he jumped to his feet and started to head to the school. “Now let's hurry, we gotta find Sam!” He said. “Hey, wait up, Tugs!” Hugs said as she got to her feet and ran after her brother. Sam sighed as she quickly rushed out of her classroom, chewing on a gummy worm as if her life depended on it. After the little explanation, her peers seemed to have been content with the embarrassment that had gone through as no one else commented on anything else that she did. And thankfully her teacher didn’t get after her about the gummy worms, it would have led to more embarrassing thumb-sucking if she had been banned from her chewy sweet treat. Now she just had to survive the rest of the day and she’d be good. “There she is!” Tugs said as he ran forward, and tried to slide in front of the girl. But as he tried to skid he ended up just tripping and rolled into the girl, sending her down on the ground with a loud oof. “Tugs!” Hugs huffed as she quickly approached them, helping her brother up. “I’m so sorry, Sam. Tugs is just really excited to try and help you.” She explained as she grabbed the girl under the arm and tried to hoist her up. Since Sam was almost five times her size it made it practically impossible. “W-who are you?” Sam asked confused as she got up, her classmates walking out and smirked down at the girl. The girl looked like she was a little kid with what looked like two stuffed teddy bears at her side. She grabbed the bears by their paws and ducked into the first empty room that she could find. “W-well…” Hugs said when they were in the new room away from all the other teenagers, and looked at her brother. This was all his idea so she was going to let him take the lead on it. “We’re the Carebears!” The blue bear said, puffing his chest out with pride, “And we’re here to help you out, Sam.” He said.

Maggie was a little girl 8 years old, even if because her childish and and very spoiled behavior nobody would ever say that. She had red and very curly hair hairstyled in two twin tails and two dark green eyes on a face sprinkled with freckles. It was very terrible for her when her mother decided to abandon her to her sister Louise to start together her new boyfriend for who knows where, specifically because she didn't see her aunt since she was only two years old, and she didn't know anything about her. Now she was sat down under the porch of her aunt's house, very scared and sad with only a suitcase with her clothes in it, two red eyes because the cry, a letter from her mother for her aunt pinned to her skirt and a pair of very wet panties.

Justina rolled around in her bed trying to get comfortable while ignoring the wet spot on her bed. The 21 year old girl looked like a 4 year old having been born as a youthlock and quickly learned to use it to her advantage. Unlike others who tried their best to be seen as adults the bratty girl was more than happy to let people think she was just a toddler. It didn't help matters that Justina's parents were rich giving her what she wanted until finally, hoping to teach her some responsibility, they threw her out after she failed to even look for a job of her own. Now she was mooching off an elderly lady who had been kind enough to let her stay until she found a job. The youthlock woman had yet to even look for one in the small town using her best pleading light green eyes to avoid trouble or spankings whenever possible. At just 45 lbs and 40 inches it wasn't too hard to overpower her at all. Justina felt Kirie trying to shake her awake but was trying her best to ignore her and sleep in for a while.

A small girl walked inside a bank who looked no older then 10 maybe younger pulled 19 milometer pistol out if her pocket "Okay you morons this is a robbery nobody move and nobody gets hurt!" She shouted before moving her gun around and pointed it to the manager "You! where do you keep all the money!? The manager quivered in shock that they were being robbed by a little girl "Back door... to your left." The girl smirked 'Thank you! Kicking him in the shin before over to the vault.

Miranda stepped off the bus and tried to ignore the stares of the other passengers as she hopped down to the sidewalk. As she carefully landed on the concrete she steadied her balance on her heels and spat out a strand of her brown hair that suddenly blew into her mouth. She shouldered her small leather satchel bag that her parents had given as a congratulatory gift for receiving her Masters Degree and her therapist license. Nervously she watched the bus pull away as she began walking the half-block to the large Learning Time Preschool and Daycare center for her first day on the job. When she had been a kid she had attended a similar Preschool and received Speech Therapy to address the fact no one could understand what she was saying. Up through her middle school years as she grew up, and received additional therapy, she had considered her therapist to be one of the kindest people she’d known. Even though she wasn’t really growing up during that time! She reached the door to the entrance and a young mother held it open as she left from presumably dropping her kid off. The look down towards the young woman was normal to Miranda, as the woman looked down at her with a bewildered expression. Miranda said, “Hi, thanks!” and headed through to the reception desk. A helpful security mirror was hung for the receptionist and she caught a glimpse of her small body in it. At only a couple inches over three feet tall she couldn’t see over the counter. Just as she was getting ready to try and get someone’s attention, another woman peeked through the opened door to the hallway to enter. She looked like a teacher, and looked concerned... @diaperboy187

Justina rolled around in her bed trying to get comfortable while ignoring the wet spot on her bed. The 21 year old girl looked like a 4 year old having been born as a youthlock and quickly learned to use it to her advantage. Unlike others who tried their best to be seen as adults the bratty girl was more than happy to let people think she was just a toddler. It didn't help matters that Justina's parents were rich giving her what she wanted until finally, hoping to teach her some responsibility, they threw her out after she failed to even look for a job of her own. Now she was mooching off an elderly lady who had been kind enough to let her stay until she found a job. The youthlock woman had yet to even look for one in the small town using her best pleading light green eyes to avoid trouble or spankings whenever possible. At just 45 lbs and 40 inches it wasn't too hard to overpower her at all. Justina felt Helen trying to shake her awake but was trying her best to ignore her and sleep in for a while.

hi, so this is a small spinoff of "Thr Little Theif" by cute little kokiri girl and Diaper_teen66. and written by PinkTheDinosaur. this story is based on a fun idea pink and I had and I wrote. cute little kokiri girl would like to make this spot for any others who have some ideas for the Youth lock world and want to post them. Please message Cute little kokiri girl if you would like to add to the YT world and help expand it. How a businesswoman releases her stress. part 1 Youth lock, a genetic disorder the seemingly stops a person's body from maturing. Some see it as a gift, always looking young. Some see it as a curse, rarely ever looking older than 12 at best, and 6 at worst. No one really knows when, or why youthlocks first appeared. Genetic mutations? God? Who knows. As a youth lock, you'll typically have a few problems. The biggest problem is weak bladders, meaning most YT’s wear diapers or pull-ups for protection. Something YT’s will get is pubic hair. No one knows why, but they do. Some male YT’s will even grow chest hair, though that is uncommon. Most YT’s permanently remove their pubic hair as it interferes with clean up. Because of their appearance, and disability, YT’s are forced too many troubles. For starters, a youth lock cannot order or buy alcohol despite having ID. while they are allowed to drink in the privacy of their own home, they just can't buy it, The main reason why is because kids would make fake ID’s and try to buy alcohol. There are many other small problems like that, and a lot of YT’s don't know what to do with themselves. Some even just having mental shutdowns and never growing up. But for one YT, she wasn't like that. When Zoeandra was 6 she learned she had YT and would never look older than 6. At ten she researched YT’s and all of their problems. It was here that she decided to devote herself to helping YT’s. but how? Zoeandra not only studied but work very hard in order to save money. By 18 she got a small loan and started her own youth lock supply company. A company that makes all types of supplies for youthlocks. Form better and more absorbent diapers, to enter custom wardrobes that aren't from a kids section of a story and sold at an affordable price. By 25 she had greatly expanded her company greatly and became the number one in YT merchandising. By 32, she had expanded to more parts of the world. “WILDA!” Zoeandra screamed from her office as she looked through her paperwork. “Yes, ma’am?” Wilda, a tall busty woman with brunette hear asked as she walked into the office. Wilda was Zoeandra’s 12th secretary. As Zoeandra’s secretary, besides regular office work, you are also required to help take care of any of Zoeandra’s special needs. Such as driving her to and from work, changing Zoeandra’s diaper, and sometimes having to calm Zoeandra down when she gets overly stressed out and starts lashing out. Out of all the secretary's Zoeandra had 3 of them quit because they couldn't handle the diaper changes. 3 were fired because they were constantly late to pick her up for work, (her parents were killed in a car accident when she was 20 and she’s been scared to drive ever since.), 2 quit because they couldn't handle the responsibility, and 1 was fired because they tried to find something to blackmail Zoeandra with but failed. 2 were actually really good and were with Zoeandra for a few years before Zoeandra prompted them to run one of her companies. But Wilda was different. She was with Zoeandra for the last 5 years and has gone beyond what was called for. Everyday Wilda showed up early to pick up Zoeandra from her home. Sometimes even coming in to make breakfast for Zoeandra before bringing her to work. She made sure to always map out a schedule for Zoeandra so that she always was on time and always had lunch on time. Sometimes even making Zoeandra a homemade lunch. Zoeandra had to admit, she loved Wilda's homemade chicken strips. When Zoeandra would get overly stressed, Wilda new just the right thing to say or do to always calm her down. Only once two years ago, however, Zoeandra had a massive tantrum that caused Wilda to force Zoeandra over her lap for a spanking before sticking her nose in the corner for a timeout. 30 minutes later, Zoeandra calmed down and apologized to Wilda for how she was acting. But threatened to fire her if she ever spanked her again. Finally, the big thing Zoeandra loves about Wilda is that she is always taking care of her. Somedays Zoeandra would be so swamped with work she would stay extra hours and tell her old secretaries to go home and that she would call a cap. On those nights, she would work so late she wound up sleeping in her office. But with Wilda, when Zoeandra told her that, she clocked out and waited for Zoeandra to finish her work before taking the small woman home. On days like that Zoeandra would be so exhausted, Wilda would take her inside and put her to bed at first. Then eventually started making sure Zoeandra ate something, took a bath, and was put to bed. As soon as Zoeandra found out Wilda had done that on her own time, Zoeandra tried to promote her right then. But she turned it down. “If I were to leave, who would take care of you when you need it?” Wilda asked. So instead Zoeandra offered to make Wilda her personal assistant who will help her with anything she needed both at work and out and offered a very good wage. And despite the occasional slip were Wilda would slightly baby Zoeandra, she was very respectful to Zoeandra. “WILDA! Where is document 3327!?” Zoeandra yelled as she frantically searched her desk for the document. Wilda didn't say anything as she walked beside the desk and lifted a piece of paper that fell to the floor and set it on the desk. “T-thank you,” Zoeandra said as she took a look at the paper and started to sign it. While she was leaning forward, Wilda went behind her boss and pulled the back of her diaper to check her. “Wilda!” Zoeandra yelled and blushed as she was checked. “Zoeandra, how long have you been in a dirty diaper?” Wilda asked her boss with no reaction. When Zoeandra got focused on her work, she tends to forget her diaper and could be messy for hours without knowing. Zoeandra just blushed and turned away from Wilda. So Wilda picked up Zoeandra and laid her on the changing table in the office. “How much work do you have left?” Wilda asked as she removed the diaper and started cleaning the mess. “I'm almost done. Just need another 20 minutes before I'm done.” Zoeandra told her as she let Wilda do her job. “Good, because this weekend is your “Relax” weekend,” Wilda told Zoeandra who couldn't help but have a little smile as the new diaper was taped on. As soon as she was sat back at her desk Zoeandra quickly finished her work in just 12 minutes just to get out as soon as possible. As Zoeandra and Wilda walked threw the company, most greeted her with the utmost respect she deserved. Some even coming up to their little boss and asking for advice or help with something. “Hey boss, how many youthlocks does it take to screw in a light bulb?” one of her employs asked as Zoeandra was walking past. “none, we cry until someone does it for us.” Zoeandra finished the joke. This was the type of environment Zoeandra had wanted for her company. One were everyone joked and respected one another. Were anyone could make a simple joke without offending someone. And where people were reworded not on what they looked like, but there work ethic. But as Wilda opened the back door to her car for Zoeandra to walk into, she also knew there was more to her company then the happy parts. As Wilda began to drive, Zoeandra grabbed her black “special” bag she had Wilda hold onto. Inside was everything she needed for her weekend. Owning a big company has been one of the most stressful things in Zoeandra’s life. Hence why she needed someone constantly around for the times it just gets too much and Zoeandra starts freaking out and needs someone to calm her down. But even with Wilda and all the help she gives Zoeandra, it was just not enough. Zoeandra needed something to help relieve her stress. Something that didn't involve Alcohol, or expensive spa weekends. But Zoeandra couldn't think of anything until Wilda suggested something 2 years ago. As Wilda pulled up to a nice size apartment building she got out and opened the back door of her car. “You ready sweetheart?” Wilda asked. “Yes, mommy!” Zoey cheered as a little girl in a bright yellow sundress and pigtails got out of the car with her princess Fefe backpack. Fefe is a witch princess who was kicked out from her home and all most killed by her mom and dad because she has YL. she is then saved by a maid and they go far away were Fefe learns magic and goes on an advancer's with her magic stuffed cat toy Nanny. She was Zoey’s favorite cartoon character. As Zoey took mommy's hand, they walked to the door and knocked. A few moments later a young man about 19 came over and opened the door. “BIG BROTHER!” Zoey yelled as she rushed over and gave the boys leg a hug. “HEY ZOEY!” the boy said happily as he picked up the small girl and gave her a hug. “You ready for this weekend?” “YA!” Zoey cheered and Wilda giggled. “Remember, she needs a nap here soon,” Wilda told her nephew. “And don't go overboard on the snacks this time.” “AWWWW!” Zoey pouted upon hearing that but started to giggle as Wilda kissed her check. “You be good now, you hear?” Wilda told Zoey before giving her nephew a kiss as well. “You too, I'll be back to pick her up on Monday. Ok, Danny?” “Don't worry, she’s in good hands,” Danny told his aunt. “By! Love you!” Zoey yelled as she waved goodbye to Wilda before she was brought inside. 2 years ago, Zoeandra had to throw a big dinner party for people that would possibly work with her company. But some complications happened at Zoeandra’s house so she couldn't hold it there and no restraint could squeeze them in on short notice. Thankfully Wilda offered her home for the night and the party went off without a hitch. But Zoeandra soon found herself board as most of the conversations were about work and a lot of the gest tend to talk with each other. Heck because of how small Zoeandra was, most forgot she was even there. So bored out of her mind, she decided to look around Wilda’s house. It was a nice house and this was the first time Zoeandra had been there despite knowing Wilda for years. Something Zoeandra noticed was a slightly opened door with stairs leading down and strange noises coming from below. Zoeandra was curious and went down. That's when she met Danny for the first time. “Oh, didn't know someone was bringing a kid here,” Danny said not knowing who Zoeandra was. “Is it getting boring up there?” He was 17 and sitting on his bed playing video games. His aunt asked him to stay down here while the party was going on. His aunt already got him a pizza and some snacks to keep him occupied while the party was upstairs. “Would you like to have a turn?” Danny offered his controller to Zoeandra. Zoeandra took the controller and thought why not. Play a game for a few minutes then go back up to the party. Wilda went looking for her boss 20 minutes later to find her eating a slice of pizza and yelling at Danny to do something on the game before cheering as they beat a level. Wilda couldn't help but smile as she knew Zoeandra wasn't having fun before and honestly, didn't mind letting her boss stay down there with her nephew to have some fun. Wilda even came back and gave Zoeandra a sippy cup of juice before going back and dealing with the party. No one else seems to notice Zoeandra was gone and as everyone left around 11, Wilda went back to check on her nephew and boss. Her son was still playing his game at a quieter volume while Zoeandra was passed out on his lap. “Hi, aunty. Are her parents picking her up?” Danny quietly asked as he helped his aunt lift the sleeping girl up. “No, she’s going to be staying the night here with us,” Wilda whispered. “Why?” “She’s my boss,” Wilda told her nephew with a small smile as Zoeandra stuck her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it. Zoeandra woke up the next morning wearing one of Wildas smaller t-shirts as a nightshirt in a guest room. Beside her were her clothes from the night before already cleaned and folded by the bed. When Zoeandra saw Wilda, Wilda asked how her night was. “That was probably the best night sleep I've had in a long time,” Zoeandra told her. Upon hearing that, Wilda decided to Ask her boss if she would like to make a new business deal. Zoeandra didn't want a “mommy” or “daddy”. No one would ever replace her real ones. She was ok with a caregiver only because she was still the one paying for them. And each one had to show Zoeandra with at least a decent form of respect. But after that night, Wilda figured out the best way for Zoeandra to relax was to turn off her Adult side and not worry about anything. But if she didn't want a mommy or daddy to look after her, what could she use to help with that? Why not a big brother? Danny was already about to start college and his part-time job sucked. Wilda was really worried her nephew wouldn't be able to concentrate on his school work and have his part-time job that gave him crazy hours. So Wilda offered Zoeandra and Danny a beneficial business relationship. For a set amount of money, Danny would be Zoeandra’s “big brother” every other weekend. Here she would be able to play and be a kid and relax for 2 and a half days. While Danny got paid and could focus on his schooling. At first, neither liked the idea, it just seemed to weird. Then it just clicked for them and it became a natural thing. Every other weekend Zoeandra would become Zoey and she would be staying with her “big brother”. “Ok Zoey, you ready for your nap?” Danny asked as he walked into the living room. “NO!” Zoey yelled not wanting a nap yet. She wasn't even sleepy yet! “Are you sure?” Danny asked. “Ya! I don't want nap!” Zoey told him. Danny knew just what to do. “Then why not a story real quick. Then we can play some games.” Danny offered. “Ok!” Zoey told him. She really did enjoy being read too. Still carrying Zoey, Danny grabbed a book and sat on his couch as Zoey nestled right in to enjoy the book. Danny turned on some lullaby music before he started to read the book. Zoey none the wiser as she slowly started to nod off from the music and story. Soon she was asleep on Danny’s lab covered up and sucking on a pacifier while Danny got on his laptop and worked on a school project. About an hour and a half later, Danny gently shook Zoey up. “Hi, sleepy head. How was your nap?” Danny asked. “Cood,” Zoey said behind her pacifier as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Danny lifted her up and took her into the kitchen where he sat her down on a booster seat and got her a snack. After having some chocolate pudding and making a little mess on her face that Danny had to clean up, it was time to play. Zoey had her own toy box here where she had got herself a few toys. But a lot of them were stuff Danny and Wilda had gotten her to play with. But what Zoey liked was to play on Danny's PlayStation. She loved playing persona 5 and kingdom hearts 2. Or just sitting next to Danny as he played one of his games and just watch. This time, she watched him play a game about giant robots fighting each other. Gundam something or other... After 2 hours Danny made a simple dinner of mac and cheese with hotdogs before checking Zoey's diaper. She was very wet. “Zoey, why didn't you tell me you were wet?” Danny asked. Zoey just blushed and looked ashamed. She was having fun and didn't notice. “I sowey,” Zoey told him. Danny just signed. “It ok, at least it's time for a bath now,” Danny told her. Hearing this made Zoey’s eyes light up. She lived bath time! Dan didn't need to say more as Zoey was already getting undressed and was bouncing with excitement for her bath. Dan laughed as he started the bath and asked some bubbles to it. The tub wasn't even halfway full when Zoey jumped in and splashed Dan. HEY!” Dan yelled playfully as he splashed her back. Zoeandra didn't have a tub at her house, just a shower (specially made for her) so she never understood how fun a bath was. That is until Zoey’s first bath where she was able to play in the water with her toys. Part of her wanted to get her own bath for her house but decided against it as it would take away from the feel coming here did. Dan helped get Zoey clean before he rinsed her off and let her play in the water for a while. When it was time to get out, Dan had to forcefully drain the lukewarm water to get her out. Much to her pouty displeaser. Next came the thick night time diaper and pink bunny footie pajamas. Zoey giggled as she hopped around in her bunny outfit and played for another hour before it was time for bed. Dany cradled the little girl in his arms on the couch while one had held a bottle of warm milk and the other a book. This time Zoey managed to stay awake through the book and bottle but her eyes were very heavy. “You sleepy?” Dan asked. “nowww.”Zoey slurred sleepily as she rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. Dan picked her up as started patting her back as he walked her into his bedroom. Zoeandra had to use a special crib because she rolled around in her sleep so much, but Zoey didn't have a crib here. As Zoey let out a burp, Dan placed the little girl on his bed by the side of the wall and placed a long pillow between her and him. Dan was a little worried at first about sharing a bed with her, but after some time, they both liked it and Dan found it cute some mornings when he would wake up to Zoey hugging him in her sleep as she rolled over the pillow. As Dan got into bed he gave Zoey a good night kiss on her head. “Good night baby sis,” Danny said as he turned out the light. “Coo mifh bwig bworfer!” Zoey told him, “I wove u.”