diaper dimension Your Move - Chapter 18 Posted [8/21/2022]

[BabyJilly_S]

Just discovered your story and am really enjoying it. Love another take on the DD, with your tech focus being a very cool and logical extension of what has come before.

 

[treasuresman]

Wow, what a cool addition to the story, I am really enjoying Part 2 

Thanks for sharing 

[DiaperedPrince]

8 hours ago, BabyJilly_S said:

Just discovered your story and am really enjoying it. Love another take on the DD, with your tech focus being a very cool and logical extension of what has come before.

Glad you're enjoying it :3

8 minutes ago, treasuresman said:

Wow, what a cool addition to the story, I am really enjoying Part 2 

Thanks for sharing 

Thanks for the praise ^.^

[BabySofia]

Glad to see you posting this! Great work DP! ?

[DiaperedPrince]

8 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Glad to see you posting this! Great work DP! ?

Thanks Sofia! (And thanks for previewing and giving me feedback on Part 2 :))

[DiaperedPrince]

Chapter 14 — Sufficiently Advanced Technology Is Indistinguishable from Magic

 

I felt like I was opening my eyes for the first time ever, as orbs of light appeared, followed by shapes and lines becoming clearer. Finally, after about five seconds, I could actually see somewhat blurrily. It reminded me of the effects of blood rushing to my head when getting up suddenly, but this was quite a bit worse. A popup, clearer than anything else I could see, prompted me that I was now in ‘full-neural’ mode as I reoriented myself.

“Whoaa, what in the world just happened??” I demanded toward Mike.

“Neural mapping. Sorry for not warning you about that ahead of time, it’s only done once the first time you trigger full-neural mode and it’s been a while since I did mine,” he explained regretfully.

“They should put a warning on the box or something; that was really disorienting.”

“What box? This stuff is black tech — it’s far from being commercially viable.” He laughed.

As I blinked away the last of the blurriness, I noticed something odd. I could still see the holograms with my eyes closed!

“Mike, what exactly does full-neural mode entail?”

“You control the cyrano with your thoughts and it injects output right into your brain by tapping into your central nervous system and essentially interfacing directly with your neurons.”

“Wow…”

Open a browser. Nothing happened. I concentrated harder, visualizing the action. Open. Browser. Still nothing.

“It’s not working.”

“What’s not working?”

“I’m trying to get it to open a browser by thinking, and it’s not doing it.”

“You’re forgetting the magic word.”

“Oh, please?”

“Nope.”

Hmm… “Sudo?”

“Noo,” he chuckled.

What then? I looked quizzically at Mike.

“You need to direct your thoughts towards the cyrano for it to register them,” he explained. “It’s a safety feature hard-coded into the firmware to prevent accidental triggers. Easiest way to do it is to prefix thoughts with ‘cyrano’.”

Cyrano, open browser.

A window instantly popped up in front of me like magic, startling a stream of pee into my diaper. I hadn’t been so shocked by a piece of technology since… oh right, just about everything in this dimension. The default page was a search engine from this dimension that I’d never heard of before.

Cyrano, can FIDE ratings be transferred across dimensions?

No, but you can regain it.

Cyrano, you sure?

The browser loaded an official-looking rules page by the ICF that displayed tens of thousands of lines of rules and regulations, instantly. A quick question revealed that the International Chess Federation here was called, well, THAT, instead of la Fédération International Des Échecs. Something about being founded in Albion instead of Gaule, wherever those were.

Cyrano, share my screen view with Mike.

It mirrored what I was seeing onto the window beside us.

“Here, we can read through this,” I told Mike and started skimming through the page.

“No need. Just get your cyrano to summarize it for you.”

“Whoa, it can do that??” Cyrano, summarize the part covering rating transfers.

The ICF does not recognize ratings given by organizations in any other dimension.

“Dammit, this means I have to start over.”

“No rating transfer?”

“Uh-uh.”

“With your skills, starting from the bottom and working your way up wouldn’t be too hard, would it?”

“No, but it’ll take time. Hmmm, back in my dimension FIDE granted direct titles for winning certain events. I wonder if you have something similar?”

Cyrano, assuming I’m the best chess player in this dimension, what’s the fastest way to get a GM title?

Win the Canadian Chess Championship. You will then be automatically awarded the GM title.

“Aha, I can just win the Canadian Chess Championship.”

Who can participate in this event?

Unlike my previous queries, nothing happened. Oh, I forgot the magic word.

Cyrano, who can join this event?

The top twenty ranking participants in the Canadian Chess Open.

Cyrano, open means I can just go right?

Both club and federation affiliations are required. You can’t go at the moment.

Dammit. “Mike, you know of any chess clubs around here?”

“Oh yeah, one of the techs on my team mentioned his once. I think it’s called VChess?”

Cyrano, search up VChess. “First chess club established in Vancouver,” I read off the hologram. “Here’s an address, let’s go check it out!”

“Whoa whoa, hold your horses. Let’s get you settled in and at home here first. The club will still be there tomorrow, we can go when I get home from work.”

“Ugh, fiiine. But I’ve got everything set up now. What—”

“Oh really? Everything?”

“Yeah?”

Mike laughed. “No, Izzy, you haven’t even seen half of what our devices can do.”

“Well what else can they do?”

“Tell that you need a change?” He smiled and I frowned back. “Let’s change you, then have lunch, eh? Afterwards I’ll show you some of the coolest toys you’ll ever see. Trust me.”

“Mmkay.”

 

When we’d finished eating the meal prepared by the AmeniTea, Mike cleared away the dishes and returned with an eager look.

“Did you ever have any imaginary friends as a kid?” Mike asked, his eyes flickering about as if he had several things open on his cyrano.

“Yeah. I was an only child, so I was bored silly half the time. I had this…”

And then a majestic hologram of my childhood imaginary friend materialized out of a wall. She reared up onto her hind legs, white coat totally unblemished, eyes shimmering like diamonds, and gleaming crystal horn sparkling in a magical brilliance.

“...unicorn.” She delicately put her front hooves back on the dining room floor, to the tune of my laughter and applause. This is unbelievable.

Mike looked pleased that it’d worked. He could clearly see the hologram too, so it hadn’t been generated by my cyrano, at least up to that point. “What’s its name?”

“I called her Buttercup.”

Buttercup stretched out a front hoof, which I accepted with a shake. Solid hologram… wow. Never thought I’d live to touch an animated unicorn, real or fake.

“You want to take her for a ride?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to!” By then, I was bouncing in my seat at the chance to fulfill one of my impossible childhood dreams. I quickly added reins and a saddle to the hologram, just by imagining them, while Mike did some more eye-flitting and made some hand gestures as well. I gave myself a beautiful tiara and dress while I was at it. Might as well fulfill my princess dreams too.

Whatever system being used to translate my imagination was intelligent enough to fill in all the details in my mostly abstract thoughts. I HAVE to get a look at the code and neural networks that do all this.

“Ok princess, I’ve set the system up so you can go wherever you’d like. Just imagine it.”

Mike laughed as he picked me up from my booster seat and gracefully deposited me on the saddle on Buttercup’s back. I took hold of the reins, ready to gallop into my childhood fantasies. The second I closed my eyes, the landscape around me shifted into a scene I had never before seen, only imagined.

I galloped through the royal forest, branches whipping by in a blur. The wind combed through my hair (I later found out that I had been carried by the solid hologram to the VR room, and there were fans in it that facilitated this), and I could hear the muffled beats of hooves trampling the leaves and underbrush. That was punctuated sporadically by genteel whinnying from the magnificent beast I was astride. Its spectral mane somehow scintillated the entire rainbow, all at once, as if it was a prism with a billion facets. Every little detail was indistinguishable from reality.

I pulled back lightly on the reins to slow Buttercup down, first to a canter, then a trot, and finally to a walk just as we reached a small clearing in the forest. With the immediate danger of falling off my unicorn alleviated, I turned to study my companions, who had slowed their black horses down to match Buttercup’s gait.

The youth who I recognized as Will Scarlet playfully tipped his hat at me, his green eyes twinkling in the mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the treetops. Princess Marian took the opportunity to feed her steed a sugar cube from her saddlebag. She looked up at me just then.

“Sure you wanna do this, Robyn? Everyone knows how straight you can shoot, y’know.”

I morphed my princess costume into leather riding gear, pulled my hood up, brushed a few strands of my hair off my face, and shouldered my quiver. “Course. Which is why I gotta keep this up,” I patted my hood. “Should be a piece of cake, as long as I don’t get kicked out.”

“Kicked out? More like hung on the spot!” Will teased.

“Even more reason to stay anonymous,” I reiterated, leaning in for a kiss with him.

“Anyway, you both know the plan when I do my big reveal by heart, right?”

“Yep,” they chorused.

I nodded and asked Buttercup for a canter depart. As we crested the next hill, I saw the familiarly aboding towers of Nottingham Castle. I felt a tingling excitement build up in me, which had overcome any fear I had by the time I’d reached the gates of the castle.

“Hear ye, hear ye, enter the shooting contest with Prince John, or come watch the show! Winner gets a silver arrow!” A crier shouted over the noise of the crowd, which was streaming through the gates.

I carefully dismounted Buttercup, who was receiving stares from people nearby. Guess they’ve never seen a unicorn. Being careful to keep my face hidden, I retrieved my longbow and bowstrings from my saddlebag, and whispered to Buttercup to go and find Marian. She acknowledged me with a neigh and bounded off, horn reflecting a ray of sunlight into my eye with each step.

I walked up to the crier, bow in hand, and asked him how to join the contest. He gave me directions to a page boy, who led me through the gates to a practicing area in the castle grounds. There, other competitors were stringing their bows, fletching arrows, and taking shots at some painted hay targets nearby.

I wrapped the free end of a hemp bowstring tightly around the bottom string nock of my yew bow, winding it around a few times. Putting all my weight on that end, I managed to bend my bow enough to slip the noosed end of the bowstring over the top string nock. I heard a variety of snickering and jeering noises from behind me, taunting me for my struggle.

As soon as it was strung, I drew an arrow from my quiver, nocked it, drew the bowstring, all in one fluid motion. I spun around, sweeping the small crowd around me until my arrowhead aimed at the nearest jeerer at point-blank range

“I beg your pardon?”

At the sound of my voice, the small crowd that had formed around me collectively gasped.

“What in the world are you doing, entering a shooting contest, lass?”

“Never seen a girl shoot?”

“Good heavens, no!”

“Well you’re about to get destroyed by one. All of you,” I waved my aim around for effect.

His response was delightfully drowned out by the announcer blowing his horn to signal the start of the competition, which prompted everyone to head over to the adjacent competition field. A bank of targets at the far end and shooting lanes leading to them greeted us there.

“Ladies and gentleman, His Royal Highness, Prince John of Albion, Lord of Eire, Earl of Llawnroc, Count of Mortain, Slayer of Souls!”

The throngs of spectators rose in thunderous applause.

“For the first challenge, archers must land an arrow within the ring called out! Last two archers to land an arrow correctly will be eliminated!”

The forty archers lined up at forty numbered targets, each one fifty yards away. I had been given the number 39, so there was only one archer to the right of me. Prince John had been given number one, closest to the spectators.

“Archers ready!”

I pulled an arrow from my quiver, nocked it, and drew my bow.

“TEN!”

I let the arrow fly and was pleased to see a perfect bullseye a second later. I was the first to finish, and watched as multiple of my competitors had to shoot a second arrow, and some even a third. The muscular archer to my left, who I recognized as one of my jeerers from before, cursed loudly when his third arrow landed in the 9 ring!

Unfortunately for him, the announcer called out the results of the round just then. “Contestants SEVEN and THIRTY-EIGHT, eliminated!”

Thirty-eight stomped off, and I tried my best to ignore some more colorful yells that soon faded into the distance!

“Archers ready!”

I drew another arrow, just as gracefully as the first.

“SEVEN!”

The number disappeared from my target, overwritten by the fletching of my arrow. This time, only two archers took three shots.

“Archers TWENTY-NINE and TWENTY-ONE, eliminated!”

Two by two, pairs of archers left the field, until just twenty were left. Half of the original contestants had been eliminated, and those that remained were fine ones! The final few rounds had involved a mad scramble, as no one had taken more than one arrow to make it into the rings called out. Several times, I’d seen a qualifying arrow on Prince John’s target as soon as I looked over after landing mine! He’ll be a force to reckon with… Getting that silver arrow may not be as easy as it seems!

“Archers, retrieve your arrows!”

I went over to my target and collected mine, while page boys collected the arrows of the eliminated archers and took down the targets. A few minutes later, they had been replaced by twenty square tables, each being a yard in side length and supporting a sack of apples.

Ooh… do I get to pull off a Katniss shot? I wondered as I returned to my firing position, now third in the line.

“For the second challenge… archers must clear their tables! The first five archers to do so get to advance to the next round! You may begin!”

I noticed that the legs of my table were thin enough that I could probably break it with just a few arrows. Clear the table… They didn’t say anything about not damaging it?

As everyone around me was flinging arrows at sacks, resulting in apples tumbling everywhere, I took careful aim at the left leg of my table and let my broadhead fly. To my pleasant surprise, the leg snapped cleanly, and my arrow buried itself into the other left leg further away!

My table wobbled a bit, and the sack of apples fell over, but it was still on the table. I looked over at the other competitors, and several of them were already getting close to clearing their tables, one at a time!

Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly shot another broadhead at the right leg. It too was severed on impact. Without the support of its front legs, my table tipped over towards me. Its tabletop was cleared, my bag of apples still intact!

I looked over at Prince John, who met my gaze after shooting off his last apple. “Bravo!” he clapped enthusiastically, “That’s an ingenious solution! I’ve got to try that the next time I play this game,” he enthused.

“Archers stop shooting!” the announcer called, “if you still see apples or sacks on your table, you’ve been eliminated!”

“How can Thirty-nine move on when he broke your table?!” Archer Two complained to the Prince.

“Because he’s smart. He gets to take home a sack of apples too.” He looked over at me and I nodded my appreciation.

“Now, if you’ll get out of my castle, the exit’s just that way.”

I watched as Two was escorted away by two burly-looking page boys!

Once Prince John, the three other remaining archers, and I had collected our arrows, and the targets had been updated again, the announcer continued, “For the third challenge, archers must use the colored arrows provided,” he paused to let page boys deliver each of us a brand-new leather quiver.

They were each filled with five different colors of fletches: Red, Blue, Yellow, Green for me, and Purple for Prince John. I unshouldered my quiver, replacing it with the provided one. I spin tested a few of the new arrows by resting the field tip in my palm, steadying it with my fingers, and blowing on their vanes. None of them wobbled, so they were all good.

“There are one hundred wooden blocks stacked on the long table at sixty-yards’ distance,” the announcer continued. “When the table is clear, the blocks will be tallied by the color of the arrows sticking out of them. Whichever archer claims the most blocks shall be declared the victor of the contest, and be awarded the silver arrow! Archers ready!”

I drew three arrows at once. Time for some trickshots.

“Fire!”

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[Baby Billy]

I like that, it remended me of the holo deck on star trek.

[DiaperedPrince]

5 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

I like that, it remended me of the holo deck on star trek.

Thanks for the comment ?

[BabySofia]

This is a really cool concept that I really love with the virtual world! I agree with Billy that it seems like Star Trek, but having done a virtual star wars experience once, I think the tech will be here sooner than later! 

[DiaperedPrince]

3 hours ago, BabySofia said:

This is a really cool concept that I really love with the virtual world! I agree with Billy that it seems like Star Trek, but having done a virtual star wars experience once, I think the tech will be here sooner than later! 

I took heavy inspiration from Ready Player One/Two. By virtual star wars experience do you mean the new Disney ride? I can't wait to go... someday :')

[BabySofia]

25 minutes ago, DiaperedPrince said:

I took heavy inspiration from Ready Player One/Two. By virtual star wars experience do you mean the new Disney ride? I can't wait to go... someday :')

No, though that is even cooler! They had a VR Experience at Disney Springs on one of my trips there. (I think it died with COVID)

[diaperboymi]

What an interesting VR set up.  Nice job??????

[BabyJilly_S]

Yup, sign me up for that  

Be babied and have a personal holodeck.... 

[DiaperedPrince]

16 hours ago, BabySofia said:

They had a VR Experience at Disney Springs on one of my trips there.

Wow cool... hopefully I'll actually get to go someday. My last trip to a Disney resort was the Hong Kong one when I was a little kid (it was a long layover for a flight), and I don't remember anything but the fireworks from it!

14 hours ago, diaperboymi said:

What an interesting VR set up.  Nice job??????

Thanks!

10 hours ago, BabyJilly_S said:

Yup, sign me up for that  

Be babied and have a personal holodeck.... 

I'll declare it outright: I would GLADLY swap lives with Izzy at any moment in my entire story. I'm writing it every scene with that in mind, and so far the only thing I don't like about my story is it's taking way too many chapters (more of a Part 2 issue than Part 1) for me to fit in the plot points that need to go in!! 

[Jayme]

Star trek meets Robin Hood.... (at least it's not the parody one!) I loved this chapter and am glad to see she is relaxing for once.

[DiaperedPrince]

34 minutes ago, Jayme said:

Star trek meets Robin Hood.... (at least it's not the parody one!) I loved this chapter and am glad to see she is relaxing for once.

Thanks for the comment! I've never actually seen Star Trek, but I should watch it someday...

[DiaperedPrince]

I'm going up north to cottage country with friends over the weekend, so the earliest I'll get to post Chapter 15 is Sunday night. I'd post now but I haven't had a chance to edit yet, and I want it to be perfect.

Spoiler: it's titled Priviledge Escalation ?

[DiaperedPrince]

Chapter 15 — Privilege Escalation

I let the bowstring slide cleanly over my fingers. The three green arrows skimmed through the air, burying themselves in three blocks and knocking them off the table. Each of the other archers had only managed to claim at most one block. At this rate, this will be a landslide!

Observing my success, Prince John emulated my method on his next shot, and we soon had more than half the blocks cleared off between the two of us. I thought I saw that one block even had one of each of our arrows in it, as we had hit something at the same time!

Unfortunately, the final few blocks were spaced too far apart, and both of us only managed one or two blocks at a time, like the other archers, who also belatedly attempted my strategy.

When the table was clear, three horn blows sounded, and page boys ran over to tally blocks. Meanwhile the announcer delivered news of King Richard’s latest victories to the cheering crowd of spectators. When the page boys finished their counts, they delivered the results to the announcer.

“In fifth place, Sir Reginald of York, with eight blocks! In fourth place, with ten blocks, Lance of Wales!”

The spectators applauded politely, but you could tell that they were waiting for the big news.

“In third place, with thirteen blocks, Sir Patrick, of our very own Nottingham!”

The crowd’s applause became more enthusiastic.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, squires and knights: we have a small problem. His Royal Highness Prince John and Robert of London have thirty-five blocks, each!”

Gasps of “What??” and “How?!” rippled through the crowd.

“Well, they each had thirty-four blocks to themselves, thanks to their innovative strategies of shooting multiple arrows at once!”

I grunted at the spreading of my credit, but it was probably expected of the announcer to not put Prince John in any sort of bad light, lest he be hanged!

“That’s right, ladies and gentleman. The final block has TWO arrows in it, one purple and one green!”

While it was paraded around by two page boys for the crowd to marvel at, Prince John went over to have a quick word with the announcer. When he got back, the other three competitors had left to join the audience.

“His Royal Highness has generously decided to grant Robert a tiebreak for the silver arrow! The format will be one target, at one hundred yards, and the winner will be whoever lands an arrow closest to the bullseye!”

The target was set up, and straws were drawn for the Prince and I to determine who would shoot first. Unfortunately for me, the draw was most likely rigged in his favor, and I got the short straw. With a smug expression on his face, the Prince sauntered over to me.

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”

He winked at me, drew an arrow, twirled it in his fingers, nocked it, drew his bow until the string touched his nose, and carefully took aim. When he released the bowstring, the arrow whistled through the air and buried itself exactly on the bullseye!

“Well it appears that I cannot be bested! Good game, Robert of London.”

“Hold on a minute,” I asked the Prince, and went over to the announcer. After whispering my plan to him, he nodded, eyes twinkling, and announced it to the audience and a shocked Prince John.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Robert of London has requested the target distance be doubled! Whatever is his plan?”

As soon as the page boys finished moving it and cleared the line of fire, I drew one of my arrows, took careful aim, and let it fly. Seeing that it was slightly off-target up and to the left, I willed the wind to gently nudge it right, and made the arrow slightly heavier. Since this was my imagination, I could command nature!

Two seconds later, the field tip of my arrow sliced cleanly through Prince John’s, quartering it and replacing its spot on the bullseye! The crowd erupted in thunderous applause!

All at once, several things happened. The audience shifted from gasping and applause to chanting my pseudonym. The Prince dropped his jaw, recovered from his shock a moment later, and swore under his breath. The announcer was speechless and rubbing his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Some royal guards nearby were tightening their grips on their weapons, prepared to arrest me.

Prince John waved at the guards to stand down, and went over to the announcer’s bench to pick up the silver arrow from its pedestal. He drew his bow with it, and pointed it directly at my chest! I definitely wet myself in fear, but fortunately for my virtual dignity, that was not reflected in the simulation. After a moment, the Prince carefully undrew his bow and unnocked the arrow.

He hung his bow on a pedestal nearby, and presented the silver arrow to me with both hands, “Robert of London, I hereby award you with the Silver Arrow of the Nottingham Shooting Contest! Never have I heard of you before this day, but your name shall now be echoed across the land as the truest shot of England!”

I accepted the arrow from him, and added it to my quiver. “Thank you for your kind words, Your Royal Highness.”

His face dropped when he realized I wasn’t a guy.

“You aren’t really Robert of London, are you? Who are you truly, fair lady?”

I smiled at him and dropped my hood, sweeping my hair behind my head with a fling. “Robyn Hood of Sherwood Forest, at your service.”

I performed a little curtsy, as Prince John’s jaw dropped once again. “Arrest this woman!” he cried.

Just as his royal guards were running towards me, now unprepared because of the order to stand down moments before, Buttercup appeared out of nowhere, trampling them over. She stooped in front of me, allowing me to boop her nose before mounting. We then galloped the hell out of that castle!

Thankfully, Will and Princess Marian had kept the other guards distracted, and there was no one to prevent my escape. The simulation faded out when we were reunited in the clearing, after I enjoyed another passionate kiss with Will.

***

“Izzy, I’m home!” I kicked my shoes off while my hands were disinfected in the sanitizing alcove by the front door. In the three seconds it took to kill off any bacteria on them, I heard the pitter-patter of Izzy’s feet from the living room getting closer and closer.

The night before, after her Robyn Hood simulation ended, Izzy had asked to see the code that had made it possible, and I’d given her an in-depth tour of the thought translation engine and the reality driver that constituted the magician’s secret. Her interest in the subject didn’t surprise me, since I’d seen how smooth she was with the roomd setup, having not done it before. But, the highly technical questions that she’d asked me and her grasp of advanced concepts blew me away, especially considering the fact that her home dimension was still in the infancy of the digital age.

The next morning, I’d been scheduled for a rescue, so I had a dilemma. Izzy wasn’t cleared for the rescue center, and I didn’t exactly have anywhere else for her to go. In the end, I left her at home with Max with the promise that I’d get back as soon as I could. She had the choice of changing herself or getting Max to do it, and the AmeniTea covered lunch.

I knew she was really an adult, so I hadn’t been too worried. I had, however, taken a look at the feeds of the interior cameras of my house as soon as I’d cleared the freshly-rescued Little to recovery. Everything had looked peachy.

“Miiike!!” Izzy squealed as she ran toward me. I managed to take a knee just in time for her to reach me, and she threw her arms around me. What is she so excited about? The fact that I’m home? She’d get to go to the chess club like I’d promised? I’d never married or had kids, so I didn’t exactly know what you were supposed to do when your ‘kid’ did… well, that.

“Hey Princess Robyn, did you have a good day?” I went with a more laid-back response, hugging her back and moving to stand up, but she still clung tightly to me.

“It was you,” she said softly.

“What was me?” What was she talking about?

“You got me out of Karen’s shack, and then you got the Little Railroad to smuggle me here. You were the ‘someone’ looking out for me! Thank you thank you thank you! You didn’t just save me once, you saved me twice.” She squeezed me even tighter. Oh wow. She knew. How did she know?

I was speechless. I leave for ONE day and she finds out. How the HELL did she do it so fast?... Max…

“MAX!! Get over here and bring up your code, I need to look at your security settings!”

“Nuh-no, his settings are fine, the stuff I saw is only visible to Level 0 users, so just you and—”

“Whoa whoa, hang on. Since when were you a Level 0 user? I don’t recall giving you that? And what do you mean by ‘the stuff you saw’? What did you see?”

She looked a bit sheepish. “Remember those commands you ran to activate my room?”

“Yeah?”

“Umm… Please don’t get too mad, but I umm… hijacked them.”

“What?! How??”

“A bit of Bash trickery, I aliased su and then sudo.”

She brought up a terminal on a shared hologram and showed me the code.

“Max, forget about your code. Take Izzy out of the root group and run a full audit against Saturday’s snapshot right now. Authorization Golf Charlie Juliett Gamma Five.”

“On it.”

I turned my attention back to Izzy. “So I take you into my home and you hack my servers? Is this how you repay my kindness??”

“I— I…” She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Oh dear. Oh no, no, no. This was NOT how this moment was supposed to go.

“Hey hey, it’s fine, it’s fine. It was kinda my fault for running those commands in an unvetted shell anyway. Look, I won’t get mad at you, okay?”

“Really?” Her face brightened a little bit and she clasped her cute little hands together pleadingly.

“Yeah, on two conditions.” Her face fell again. “You need to tell me everything you’ve done using your illegitimate access. And you need to promise me you’ll never again do anything like that without telling me first. Okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I really am.” She nodded vigorously.

I gave her a reconciliatory hug and took the opportunity to check her diaper.

“You’re sopping wet. How ‘bout we get you changed while you spill the beans, eh?”

 

“...and that’s all I’ve done.”

“Nothing else? Didn’t add any backdoors or anything?”

“Uh-uh. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Alright princess. I’m not mad anymore.”

She smiled at me. “So umm. Thanks for saving me twice.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

I was just finishing up dressing Izzy in a beautiful navy-blue dress that we’d picked up the day before when Max came in with the results of the audit.

“All modifications except logs and access stamps are ephemeral. I’ve removed Izzy from the root group as well. Shall I revert her access to Level 2?”

I sighed. What to do?… I turned to Izzy and looked her in the eyes. “Can I trust you?”

“If you do, I promise I won’t do anything sneaky to you again without asking first.”

“Okay. Leave her access.” He turned back to me, “You ready to go visit that chess club? I made an appointment for you earlier.”

She furrowed her brow. “You’re still letting me go?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? I did say I wasn’t mad anymore, right?”

She nodded and gave me a big hug and a bright smile. “Thanks.”

“Okay, let’s go, I’ll pack you a diaper bag with some spare diapers and changing supplies.” Her cute little cheeks crimsoned as I picked her up off the changing table and set her down on her feet I lightly adjusting her dress, and helped her down the stairs.

***

I spent the short drive to the club peppering Mike with questions about Canada. I wasn’t sure exactly how similar the country was across dimensions, since I hadn’t been to the one back home, but comparing what I’d picked up from online friends and Wikipedia before coming here, and what Mike now told me about the one here, the two versions matched up pretty closely. Strange, since the U.S. is completely different across dimensions. In some scary ways too. Really reminds me of the Soviet Union.

Mike left the car to park itself and carried me into the club’s reception area, where two Amazons, a woman seated behind the reception desk and a man leaning on it, were chatting. They stopped and looked at us when we stepped inside.

“Welcome to VChess, how can I help you?” The woman asked.

“Hey. I booked an appointment with the club president for my friend to be considered for membership?” Mike answered.

“Ahh, you must be Michael. I’m Richard, President of VChess.” The man stretched his hand out, and Mike shook it with his free hand.

Without acknowledging my presence with so much as a nod of his head, Richard spoke to Mike like I didn’t exist. “Adam referred you, right? He’s one of our best players.”

Mike grimaced at his seemingly complete lack of notice of me. “Yeah, but I have a feeling Isabelle is going to be too.”

“Speaking of which, where is she?”

“Uhh… here?” Mike tutted, patting my arm.

“You’re joking right? There’s NO WAY a LITTLE can play chess!”

Mike sighed. “Not only can she play, she can play WELL. Heck, she might even outplay you.”

“That’s impossible,” Richard waved him off, “she’s just a Little. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some paperwork I need to file.” He turned to leave.

“Scared that you’ll lose to me?” I piped up.

He stopped in his tracks.

“No? Why would I be scared of you?”

“Then prove it. Play me.”

“What’s the point? I’m bound to win anyway.”

“Scaredy cat.” I giggled.

Richard scrunched his face up in a look of complete resignation. “What? Ugh, you know what, I’ll amuse you. Come with me.”

Mike set me down on my feet and trailed behind me as I followed Richard into the playing hall, where a couple pairs of club members were already playing. Richard sat down at the nearest empty table, and gestured for me to join him. Mike helped me onto the chair opposite Richard. I had to stand on it to reach the pieces, but I was unfazed. I can beat him. I MUST beat him. I was given the white pieces, yet again. What was it with this dimension’s players always letting me go first?

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

I pushed my King’s pawn to e4 like I usually did, but what happened next caught me off-guard. When I let go of the pawn, it moved by itself to the center of the square! I blinked, thinking I was seeing things, but then Richard said “e6” to play the French Defense, and his pawn magically slid forward a square by itself!

Just like when I played Mike, the time ticking on the clock automatically switched sides after our moves. This game was apparently set for classical time control, so I had plenty of time to think. I decided to try playing by voice for my next move.

“d4.” Dominate the center. Let’s see what he’s got. The pawn moved automatically to play out my move.

“d5.” Okay, let’s play the Advanced variation then.

When Richard captured my pawn on D4 a few moves later, it vanished altogether! The board was a solid hologram! Amazing. Hmmm, he shouldn’t have captured it… that was definitely at least an inaccuracy.

On move 19, Richard got greedy again and grabbed a pawn that appeared to be hanging. Big mistake. In just five more moves, I was able to parry his last-ditch efforts to stave off the inevitable. On move 24, I successfully delivered checkmate.

“Aargh!” Richard threw his hands up in defeat when the clock stopped.

I grinned smugly at him and fanned my open hand in a circular ‘go on…’ motion.

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Bonus content — Izzy vs Richard chess game: https://lichess.org/study/ooW4TZtl

Sorry again for the late post, I had a great time relaxing in a bay though!

[Guilend]

Good going on the win. She’s taking the chess club by storm

[BabySofia]

Can't wait to see her play for real!!! ?

[Guilend]

Scenario #1 

Amazon woman plays chess with her and makes a bet that if she loses she’ll wear diapers for a week and then ends up losing of course 

All other scenarios are about the same with Amazon’s in diapers ?????

that’s my scenario and I’m sticking to it ????

[DiaperedPrince]

6 hours ago, Guilend said:

Good going on the win. She’s taking the chess club by storm

She's one Little that never goes easy on Bigs, that's for sure ?

3 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Can't wait to see her play for real!!! ?

Still have to come up with the moves for her first and last proper games at her first proper tournament. I've got the moves for the theme game of the story though!

1 hour ago, Guilend said:

Scenario #1 

Amazon woman plays chess with her and makes a bet that if she loses she’ll wear diapers for a week and then ends up losing of course 

All other scenarios are about the same with Amazon’s in diapers ?????

that’s my scenario and I’m sticking to it ????

What Amazon would agree to wearing diapers though? ?

[Guilend]

34 minutes ago, DiaperedPrince said:

What Amazon would agree to wearing diapers though? 

One that thinks they’ll win just because they’re an Amazon? ?‍♂️ 

[Quite-Tiff]

Awsome chapter!

I really like seeing those bonus content chess games.

[DiaperedPrince]

By the way, the code that Izzy used for her privilege escalation actually works (on recent versions of bash). It's something I came up with when I was messing around with bash last year, in case you'd like to try it. I'm not responsible for any nefarious purposes you might use it for though!

(Reposting the code:)

# bash
alias su='su -c "bash --init-file <(echo \". \\\"$HOME/.bashrc\\\">/dev/null 2>&1;alias sudo=\\\"sudo usermod -aG root izy;sudo\\\"\")"'

# switch user to mike
su - mike

# superuser-do any command
sudo whoami

# user izy will now be added to the root group!!