Reflections

[Personalias]

“The Hall of Mirrors?” Riley groaned. “Your idea of a fun time is to bump into our own reflections for ten minutes?  Really?”  She tilted her head back and rolled her eyes.  “I thought we were going to do the Tunnel of Love first.”

Carrie cocked an eyebrow.  “You’d rather make out in a raft being pulled along a giant kiddie pool filled with hose water?”

“If it’s with you, yes.”  

Carrie didn’t have a good answer to that.  They’d been together long enough where Riley could tell when her girlfriend was stumped.  Carrie finally pointed to her shoes.  “I saw those things the fair is labeling boats.  They’re practically intertubes.  I don’t want to pop one and or get my shoes wet.”  She gestured to the four inch heels she was wearing.

“Why did you even wear those?” Riley asked.  “They’ve gotta be murder to walk in.”

“If we’re going to be out in public,” Carrie said, “I wanna be able to show off.”

Internally, Riley all but melted into a puddle, right then and there. The two couples that passed them into the hall of mirrors could have trampled her and she’d still be feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Riley wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist- exhibitionists didn’t stop at flats, green and purple titles, and a baby doll t-shirt long enough to act as a skirt-but she did have a kink.  

Passion.  Raw. Unadulterated. Passion.

Carrie was always so...so...put together.  Even now, Carrie’s makeup had taken at least an hour’s worth of careful application, with lipstick, eyeshadow and nail polish that all perfectly went with her top (which perfectly complemented tonight’s purse and shoes).

It’s not that Riley’s girlfriend was fake; it’s just that everything was so carefully curated.  She never really let herself go.   It was one of the things that made her so attractive, but there was always a certain form of reservation. Carrie was always holding back.  Riley had never confided this, but she suspected it had to do with Carrie’s own body image.

Riley was skinny as a rail (and had her own bounty of body issues to go with), but Carrey was kind of chubby.  All that makeup and careful wardrobe choice was a way to accentuate the right curves and hide the wrong ones.  It’s how Carrie maintained control.

One of Riley’s deepest, darkest fantasies was to make Carrie lose control. She was a freak in the bed, but sometimes it felt like asking for anything more than a peck on the lips in public was burdening her.  

Was Carrie ashamed of Riley?  She didn’t think so. But she wanted to grope Carrie.  To make out with her. To show how much she loved ALL of her. To leave a hickey on her neck and have her screaming in delight.  To just make her lose all composure and to just...just...WANT her.

That was why Riley wanted to come to this fair in the next county over.  To be out and about, anonymous and lost in a crowd.  Intimate and concealed, yet pressed up with the flesh of a thousand random strangers.  And by the end of the night when they were back home, no stranger would recognize them.  And a few days later when the fair picked up its roots and packed up its rides, the local yokels would completely forget anything they saw either.  

That and the Tunnel of Love.  It was hokey and stupid...but it was hot.

It would be like tonight never happened.  And on a night that never happened, anything could.

Heels clacking against the wooden entrance floor, Carrie leaned in. “I don’t want the Tunnel of Love,” she whispered in her most seductive tone.  “I’m wet enough.”  Riley visibly shuddered, feeling her heart start pounding.  Was this happening?  Was this really happening? “And if we do something funny in there,” Carrie added, “There’s a chance that a stranger could see us.”

Riley just about ruined her panties right then and there.  Carrie took her by the hand, and led her inside. “Let’s go, babe.”  Pet names too!  Was it Christmas?!

First was the literal hall of mirrors.  Rows of warped and twisted glass, distorting and bending the image of whoever was unlikely enough to stand in front of it.  “Oh my gawd!” Carrie laughed.  “Look at me!  I look like I’m made of putty!”

Still riding on the endorphin high, Rilee politely nodded.  “Aaaand this one makes me look like I’ve gained about a hundred pounds.

Carrie stood in front of another.  “My boobs look HUGE!”  Can we take this one home with us?

Carrie was laughing.  Riley? Not so much.  Self-esteem was not her strongest attribute.  Too often, she’d see this warped visage of herself without the aid of bendy mirrors.

“Carrie?” she called.  “Can we go?”

Her girlfriend looked at Riley’s drooping face (and not just the upside down one in the mirror) and read the room. “Go?  Oh! Oh yeah!  Sure!  This isn’t the part I wanted to show you anyways.”  Riley’s body image issues weren’t exactly a secret.  

Again, but with less urgency, Riley let herself be led into the mirror maze.  Carrie click-clacked through the rigid path like a hound on the scent of an escaped convict.  Riley just followed behind, a lost little sheep.  “How are you doing this so fast?”

“Just look at the ground.”  Carrie didn’t even look back at her.  Riley angled her vision below and saw the dingy gray of a thousand little scuff marks in the old floor’s pathway.  This maze was well traveled, and so was the floor.  The only way anyone could possibly get lost was if they looked at the mirrors.

Riley saw the look of intense focus on her girlfriend’s face.  None of that focus was directed at Riley, unfortunately.  She chose that moment to dig back in her heels, and shift her weight back.  Carrie almost fell back like a dog that had outrun its leash.

“Huh?” Carried grunted.  “What?”  

Riley smiled and tugged down at the edge of her babydoll top, flirtily.  “Y’know…” she smiled seductively.  “This seems like the perfect place.”  

“For what?”  Carrie asked.

“If we started going at it right there, I bet someone might find us.”  She leaned in and started taking careful little pecks at Carrie’s neck, making sure each one was a little more forceful, a little more intense, than the one that preceded it.

Carrie brushed her away.  “Whoah.  That’d be rude to all the other people.”

Riley might as well have been punched in the gut.  “Oh. Okay. Yeah.  That makes sense.”  

Oblivious to Riley’s disappointment, Carrie led Riley through the rest of the maze.  “This!” Carrie proclaimed when they’d reached the end.  “This is what I wanted you to see!”

“What is it?”  To Riley it looked like just another row of mirrors, indistinguishable from the ones at the beginning of the hall.  If it weren’t for the exit clearing out into the Merry-Go-Round instead of the Tilta-A-Whirl, Riley might’ve thought they’d gone around in a circle.

“A friend of mine made some of these.”  There was an undercurrent of excitement in Carrie’s voice.  “Take a look!”  Riley found herself pulled towards the nearest mirror. “Don’t we look silly?”  Carrie asked.

They didn’t, though.  Carrie just looked unreasonably excited, and Riley drained and disappointed. This is what had gotten her girlfriend so excited to drive an hour and a half?  “Um...is it broke?”

“Hmm?” Carrie asked. “No, it’s not broke!”  

Riley looked to her girlfriend and shrugged and then to their reflection in the mirror.  Nothing.  “What am I missing?”  They were the exact same size.  The exact same proportions.  The exact same height.

Exact same height?  A few minutes ago Carrie had towered over Riley, her heels giving her an extra couple of inches.  Riley looked down at their feet.  “What happened to your shoes?”  Carrie’s heels were gone, replaced by sensible white sneakers, much like what Riley had walked onto the fairgrounds wearing.  Good walking shoes were important for hopping from ride to ride and waiting for long lines on the Ferris wheel.

“Nothing!” Carrie gushed.  “Look! Do you see it?”  Riley looked to the mirror and back to her own feet. Neither image had been warped, but something was wrong with her shoes!  She looked down, and instead of her white tennis shoes, reflecting back at her were black patent leather shoes, aka Mary Janes.  The kind that little school girls and toddlers wore when Mommy and Daddy wanted to dress them up.

The world blurred out of focus for a moment while Riley was yanked five feet over to the next mirror.  “What about this one?”  Carrie asked, oblivious to her girlfriend’s confusion.

“NO!” Riley blurted out.  

“No?” Carried frowned.  “You don’t see anything?”

“No I do but…” Riley’s leggings had shimmied up to above her knees, imitating bike shorts.  Her ankles were still warm though.  A pair of frilly white socks had blossomed to perfectly compliment her Mary Janes.  Carrie’s ankle length skirt had thickened into a well worn denim, making her look more like a midwestern school marm than a femme fatale from the movies.  “What’s going on?”

In answer, Carrie took them over to the next mirror.  “How about this?”  Carrie’s ultra femme top became a light pink and functional T-shirt.  The look of nearly manic joy in Carrie’s eyes temporarily obfuscated the fact that her eye shadow was completely gone.  It took Riley panickedly trying to wriggle her wrist free to notice that her girlfriend’s nails were no longer hot red with nail polish.  It took the next split second of examining her own nails to notice that hers were now pink.  “Riley?  What’s gotten into you?”

“The mirror!” Riley said.  “They’re...they’re…”  Riley didn’t have the words for it.  Her tights had ridden up even further up her legs.  No longer bike shorts, and just an extra set of panties.  The material had bunched up, too.  Her panties felt thicker now for some reason.

Undeterred, Carrie pivoted around Riley and pushed her to the next mirror.  Riley had no choice but to stumble to the next mirror, an odd crinkling registering in her ears over her own “EEP!”  When had Carrie gotten so strong?  When had Riley become so weak?  Her panties had thickened to the point where they were peeking out from underneath her T-shirt.  

Aghast, Riley lifted up the hem to see the frilly monstrosity wrapped around her thighs.  Rhumba panties.  Ruffled and frilly pink rhumba panties.  Completely pointless. Almost obscenely girly.  And based on the bulk, she must be wearing several pairs.  “No, no no,” Carrie said, gently slapping away Riley’s hands.  “Good girls don’t lift up their dresses.”

Riley dropped the hem of her baby doll tee, back down as though she’d been tased.  Speaking of electricity, an almost electric shock shot through her, and the front of her new panties felt very very warm, and her crotch felt very very wet...and not in a good way.

Carrie kept pushing her down the row of mirrors, unconcerned with RIley’s shock.  “I’m peeing!”  Riley realized.  But no puddles formed beneath her feet.  No urine dripped down her thighs.  Instead her panties thickened and swelled like a sponge and the warmth stopped spreading almost as soon as her bladder stopped spurting.

“That’s okay,” her girlfriend said.  “You were dry when I checked you a couple of minutes ago.  It’ll hold.”  The pink bunny diaper bag that had manifested on Carrie’s shoulder- exactly the same shade of pink as Riley’s panties- gave confirmation to what she was unconsciously registering.  Riley was wearing more than just panties.  The crinkle she’d heard a moment ago took on new meaning

“I gotta get-” Riley froze in front of the last mirror.  Her baby-doll tee that had functioned as a kind of dress had blossomed into a full blown toddler dress.  Full Lolita.  Pink with ruffles at the sleeves and hem.  Big pink bows both at the waistline and the neck.  A matching bow at the top of her hair.

And her hair! Her straight brown hair had twisted and curled itself into positively adorable ringlets!  She was dressed like Shirley temple!

“What happened to my face?”  Riley gasped.  Her relatively thin frame that she’d been cursed with her entire life filled out in all of the wrong ways.  Cheeks were chubby.  She had a tummy now.   “I look like a…a…”  The poor girl couldn’t get herself to say ‘toddler’, but that’s exactly what she looked like: A little girl all gussied up for a toddler pageant.  She was the spitting image of her little sister circa eighteen months.  Only her deep green eyes remained unchanged.

“Isn’t that perfect?”  Carrie asked.  “Don’t you look adorable?”  Riley did look adorable.  Adorable in all the wrong ways, but still adorable.  Her sudden influx of literal baby fat must have come from Carrie.  Her girlfriend’s curves had become accentuated in all the right ways.

Her hips jutted out, matching with her breasts.  Her waist slimmed down, giving her that often coveted hourglass look.  Meanwhile, her perfectly primped hair toned down to a simple blonde hairdo pulled back into a ponytail.  The only thing about her eyes were their natural piercing blue color.  If Riley was a chubby kewpie doll, Carrie was now a hot Soccer MILF.

“Mommy?” Riley trembled.  “What’s happening?”  She bit down on her tongue.  She hadn’t meant to say ‘Mommy’, had she? No.  Definitely not.

“We’re at the fair, honey,” Carrie said.  “Remember?”  If Riley’s bladder hadn’t already emptied into her diaper.  For the third time, she grabbed Riley’s hand.  For the first time, Riley felt as if she had no choice but to follow Carrie.  Riley wasn’t yanked off balance, it’s just that her feet moved with her; like she was used to being dragged around by the hand.   “I know you slept in your carseat most of the way here, but we’ve been talking about this for a long time.  You so wanted to come!  Remember?”

Going back out into the open air and blending in the with the crowd, Riley let out a gasp of confusion and surprise. “NO!”

“You don’t remember?” Carrie asked as Riley looked around in shock and awe.  “Silly baby.”

Riley didn’t answer, or refute anything as Carrie started to drone on and recount the last few days’ discussion (with some very obvious details altered such as daycare instead of work).  There was too much going on in her own head to fully register what her Mommy was saying - or that she’d just thought of Carrie as her Mommy.

Babies!  Babies everywhere!   Chubby cheeks!  Curly locks and spit curls!  Bows and bonnets and completely impractical hats!  Pleated shorts and frilly dresses.  Elaborately decorated onesies and rompers all in pastel hues!  Stomping walks and waddling gaits!  The bottoms of diapers sagged out slightly from beneath frilly dresses.  Leakguards added to the frills out the leg holes of onesies.  Paper thin crinkling waistbands poked out of the top of sailor suit shorts and bulges between the legs made it clear that even the few toddlers wearing overalls wouldn’t have to worry about potty breaks.

Babies, babies everywhere...and all of them were at least 5 foot tall!

The people escorting these tremendous toddlers were just as exaggerated. All wore t-shirts and jeans, the fancier ones with maybe a polo; but their bodies more than made up for the lack of flair in their wardrobe. Daddies were barrel chested and muscular.   The ones with facial hair having a rough stubble that was more hunky than grody; the beards that were masculine and refined instead of douchey or gross.  

If not for her own strange circumstance, one might be forgiven for thinking Riley was staring at the Mommies out of lust instead of disbelief.  Wide hips. Ample bosoms. Full lips.  Beautiful eyes.  They were all beautiful.  

Half the crowd was adult toddler pageant contestants.  The other half were model level Ward and June Cleavers updated for the twenty first century.  

“Let’s ride on the Ferris wheel,” Mommy said.  “It’s starting to load up.”

Too startled to do much else, Riley got in line behind another Mommy/daughter pair.   “Carrie?” Riley managed to blurt out, but it left a funny taste in her mouth.  “Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”  Mommy said.

“How old am I?”

The line inched forward, and Riley heard the crinkle from beneath her.

“You’re twenty-four, silly.”

“And how old are you?”

Mommy smiled as if it were the silliest question in the world. “I’m twenty-four, silly.”

“Then why am I dressed like a baby?”

Mommy laughed.  She thought this was cute.  Riley didn’t think so much. “First time at the fair?”  The lady-the Mommy- in front of them asked.  Mommy nodded.  “Little Ones always ask the cutest question their first time.  Isn’t that right Makenzie?”  A chubby little girl in a pink sailor outfit nodded, not even taking her thumb out of her mouth, a look of sage silliness in her eyes.  

It was strange, the way the woman said it.  It was almost like Riley could hear the capital letters in ‘Little Ones’.  Riley avoided the other big baby’s gaze and stared down at her own shoes.  For her trouble, she got an accidental peek at Sailor Girl’s diaper.  Mary Janes really did reflect up...just not always straight up. “It’ll all make sense when you let it,” Mommy said.  “Everything will be fine.”

Riley wanted to believe this to be true; was desperate for it in fact, but something inside her very much doubted it.

The other Mommy/Little One couple (damn...now Riley was doing it) disappeared in the newly empty seat of the Ferris Wheel.  They rotated a good few feet and then it was Riley and Mommy’s turn.  

“Mommy...Carrie...Mommy?”  Darn it!  Why was it so hard to call her Mommy...her girlfriend?...her Mommy by her first name.

“Yes, Little One?” she asked as the ride attendant closed them in the gate.

“What’s happening?”

“We’re at the fair, baby.”  Mommy explained.  “We’re gonna take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. Isn’t that nice.”

The wheel rotated a bit.  “Um...why am I in diapers?”

Mommy laughed again.  “Because Little Ones aren’t potty trained and you wouldn’t want to get your pretty pretty clothes all messy, would you?”

The wheel rotated bit by bit as the conversation continued, Riley feeling more and more like a confused little girl, and Mommy sounding more and more like a patient and loving caregiver.

Riley gestured to the clothes she was wearing; so much pink and frills that she wouldn’t normally be caught dead in it.  “But I didn’t wear...I mean I wasn’t..I didn’t pick-?”

Mommy cut her off and booped her on the nose.  “Of course you didn’t pick these out.  Little Ones can’t pick out their clothes or dress themselves.  That’s Mommy’s job, silly girl!”

“BUT I DON’T WEAR DIAPERS!” the toddlerized woman blurted out.

In answer, Mommy calmly reached between Riley’s legs and gave a squeeze.  “Feels like you do,” she whispered sensually.  Even through all the padding and the wet pulp of the peed in diaper, Riley could feel Mommy’s hand pressing against her penis.  The diaper was getting a lot less roomy, and not just because of the swelling of the diaper or the suddenly added baby fat.  “It’s okay, Little One.” Mommy said.  “There’s nothing to be afraid of.  Nothing to be a shamed of.”

“Mommy…” Riley groaned.  “Everyone can see!”  The low droning sound wasn’t because of embarrassment...not quite.

Mommy began rubbing Riley through the diaper...through her diaper.  “Let them see,” Mommy cooed in Riley’s ear.  “There’s nothing wrong with a Mommy lovin’ on her Little One.”  To punctuate her arguments, she started to kiss Riley on the neck, each peck a little more forceful than the last.

The wheel was still rising. Hazily, through lust clouded lenses, Riley looked down at the people milling about on the fairgrounds.  Half of the people below them looked just like her; all padded and gussied up.   There was a decent sized canopy set up, with a sign that read “Little One Changing Station.”  
Just at the very edge of it, Riley could make out a muscular man, a Daddy, slipping a very large fresh diaper under a big baby boy’s rump, the boy's dapper shorts down by his ankles.  People had their privates out in the night air.  What was the harm in a little diaper rubbing?

Fuck it.  Riley leaned back in her seat and moaned as Mommy continued to tease her.
Mommy lovingly cooed at her.  “Awww, is my baby girl forgetting how to talk?”

Eyes closed, Riley just moaned a breathy, “Uh-huh…”

They were near the top of the wheel, now.  “Poor baby can’t talk.  She must be hungry.”

Hungry?!  Whether it was by some instinct forced upon her by this strange fucked up situation, or just connecting the dots,  RIley knew exactly what Mommy meant.  She opened her eyes to see Mommy lifting up her shirt, the left cup of her nursing bra opened, her engorged breast dripping with milk..  “Mommy…”

“Shhhh,” Mommy whispered. “No more talking.”  Riley twisted and contorted her neck to get to the nipple, her tongue savoring that first sweet drop of milk.  “Let me help.” Mommy guided Riley over her lap so that the Little One was laying down, held and supported by the true adult.  A firm hand pressed the back Riley’s head into the breast.

Riley didn’t think to resist.  She just started suckling; taking Mommy’s milk and warmth and love into her while playing with herself through rhumba panties and giant Pampers.  

There at the top of the Wheel, they were as far away as they could be from the rest of the world while still being a part of it.  Please let this not end.

For the second time that night, Riley felt her hands lightly slapped away.  “Good girls don’t play with their diapers.”  Mommy said.  Her voice was teasing and giddy.  “That’s Mommy’s job.”  Riley focused instead on squeezing and playing with Mommy’s breast.  

The wheel started gently turning as Riley switched over to the far breast, making it easier for Mommy to pleasure her.  To help, Riley thrust her hips into Mommy’s hand, suckling and gulping in time with their combined thrusting.  Please don’t let this end.  Even the movement added to the sensation; with the gentle rocking of the seat give a secure, cradling feeling.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don’t let this end!

The pressure was building up now.  Riley was nearing that point of no return.  The point when she would either start racing towards climax and become completely insensate until fireworks went off in her brain, or she would stop and the world would get a little grayer and darker.  There was no inbetween.  Finish or don’t.  Shit or get off the pot.  Finish! She had to finish.

A different kind of pressure manifested beside it, and Mommy must have sensed it when Riley’s hands migrated down to her own tummy.  “It’s okay honey. You’re not in the tub.  You’ve got your diaper on. You’re not potty trained.”

She wasn’t, she realized.  She wasn’t potty trained at all.  And she didn’t want to be.  Still suckling, Riley closed her eyes and swiveled her hips as she started pushing with her guts and filling up the back of her diaper.

The pressure release was immediate!  The feeling of her body taking over for her as the mush spread into the back of her panties was primal; therapeutic.  Within seconds, she would be engulfed by her own aroma as mush settled in her back side.  It would be squished around and smeared on her already defiled privates  And yet her pink and ruffled rhumba panties still looked adorable, even if they had been stretched out a tiny bit.  

As a baby, as a Little one, Riley could be both disgusting and desirable. She could be careless, and a mess, and cute as a button and loved unconditionally.  

To be crass: She could shit herself, suck on Mommy’s titties, and orgasm in public, and the most she would get is coy and knowing looks from every other Mommy or Daddy around.  She could cry and laugh and be loud, and she’d be rewarded with love and attention.  Any mess she might make would be cleaned up proudly by Mommy.  And she wouldn’t even have to decide on what she would wear.  She wanted to be a Little One.  Riley WAS a Little One...even if she didn’t fully understand what that meant or why it had happened.

With that final realization, that final bit of letting go, Riley climaxed, her body shaking as she fully and completely used her diaper.  Surely anything she left in it would be unnoticable with all the other stains she’d contributed.  And when Mommy changed her, all the evidence would go in the nearest garbage can.  A literal fresh start.

Mommy patted her head as Riley came down and the fireworks in her brain started to fizzle out.  No guilt this time.  No post orgasm regrets.  Everything was perfect.  Riley not only noticed, but exhilarated in how full her panties felt as Mommy sat her up and the ride was slowing down.

“Mommy,” she asked.  “Can we do that again?”

Mommy started leading her over to the canopy that Riley had seen.  “Little One Changing Area”.  Riley didn’t even have to ask what was about to happen.  Like a cowboy unholstering his gun, Mommy was already opening the bag, exposing a bevy of fresh white diapers and a packet of wipes.

The tables were packed.  Half of the people here weren’t potty trained, (anymore?), and the other half were busy taking care of him.  In a way, this lessened Riley’s anxiety.  Mommy was the only grown-up Riley had been naked in front of since she was a child, but it was hard to feel anxious when everyone was doing it.  If anything crying about it would draw MORE attention to it.

“Up you go,” Mommy said as she hoisted Riley onto a clear table, her diaper sopping beneath her.   Riley didn’t even have to be told to lay back down.  Neither did she have to be told to lift her hips so that Mommy could hike her dress up or shimmy her panties off.  “Don’t want these to get dirty.”  It was almost like they’d already done this an uncountable number of times.

It was so strange, yet so routine:  The tapes coming off. The feeling of air rushing in as the old diaper was unfolded. The gentle and cool wiping as Mommy caressed Riley’s genitals; a stark but pleasant contrast to how they’d felt just moments before.  Riley lifted her legs up with Mommy’s help so the poopy could be cleaned off.

Mommy slid the old diaper and wipes out so she could roll it into a ball and toss it into the nearby trash can.   Riley craned her neck and saw a sore thumb sticking out from among the assembled diapers in the bag.  “Pink one, Mommy!” she blurted out.

Mommy obliged, sliding the pinkest, girliest diaper she had with her to replace the plain and boring white one that had just been tossed out.  Everything else Riley had on was pink.  Why not her diaper, too?

As if afraid that she’d wake up from this bizarrely satisfying dream, Riley held her breath while Mommy finished taping up the diaper, pulling and pressing on the tapes to make sure it was snug and comfortable.  Her anxiety only lessened, when her panties- a diaper cover really- were slid back up in place and she was boosted off the table, so that another waiting pair could get changed.

Those first few steps off the changing table were strange.  Her underwear felt stiff, kind of like a baseball glove or a new bra that needed to be broken in.  Riley would have to get used to this feeling, even as she luxuriated in the contrast.  From wet and mucky to dry and crisp (and back again).  This was definitely something she could get used to.

Just as they were walking out, another Mommy/daughter pair walked up. “Can I just say that your little girl looks beautiful in that outfit?” the woman asked.

“Oh thank you!” Mommy replied.  “I dress her, but it’s my little Riley that really shows ‘em off.  She loves showing them off.  She’s a real girly girl, aren’t you honey?”

“Yes Mommy.”  The words felt so automatic.  So natural.  So right.

“I’m sorry to come up out of the blue,” the woman continued.  “I wanted to comment on it earlier, but I saw you were about to change your Little One’s diaper. Where do you buy them?”

“Homemade, actually,” Mommy said.

“Oh my goodness.  You MADE that?!  I HAVE to get your contact information.”  While the grownups traded numbers, the other Little Girl in a yellow sundress giggled bashfully and waved to Riley.  Riley waved back, feeling equally as bashful.  Before today, she’d have never had this impulse, but she sorely hoped that the two Mommies trading information meant that Riley could have a playdate at some point in the near future.

When the Mommy and baby left. Riley turned to her Mommy and asked, “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

Mommy’s mouth twitched to the side, and shades of the old Carrie came back.  “I don’t know, Riley.  Fairs are very expensive and a long trip besides.  They only come around once a year or so.”

“Not this!” Riley gestured around to the open air and the rides.  “This!” She motioned to herself.  Chubby Cheeked.  Ringlets in her hair.  Bows and ruffles everywhere.  Even the black Mary Janes and the diaper.   “I wanna be a baby tomorrow! I wanna be YOUR baby tomorrow!”

Carrie melted back into Mommy and hugged Riley close.  “Awwwww.  Riley!  Of course we’ll be like this tomorrow.  And the day after that and the day after that.”

“Really?!”  There were tears in Riley’s eyes.  Happy tears.  Deliriously joyful tears.

“Of course, you silly thing!” Mommy promised. “You’ll always be my Little One.”

Riley still didn’t know what that meant.

Didn’t much matter, either.

Few things do when you’re that happy.

[YourFNF]

Really fascinating, sweet and gentle but with Twilight Zone vibes...

[Personalias]

Just now, YourFNF said:

Really fascinating, sweet and gentle but with Twilight Zone vibes...

Thanks! That's kind of what I was going for.