The Haircut - Updated with Part 2

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What has Jackie been up to since last we saw her? Well, let's find out! Part two coming next week!

If you're unfamiliar with Jackie, this might feel like a weird place to jump in. I've written about her and some of the other characters in these stories before, so you might want to check out Baby's Unexpected Trip and Jackie's Play Date first.

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Jackie was still tired. Strapped into her car seat, she couldn’t help but be reminded of just how much she had become the baby that everyone else in her life told her that she was.

It was barely one in the afternoon, and she’d slept her normal 13 hours the night before. And despite having only woken up at 8, by 11:45 she’d already had breakfast, her daily morning breastfeeding, and lunch. She’d been put down for her nap a little earlier than normal, and being accustomed to her rigidly enforced habits, hadn’t been able to fall asleep as quickly as normal. Before she knew it, Mama was waking her from what felt like only minutes of sleep. After a quick brush of her hair, Mama brought her out to the car and had her strapped in in no time.

The loud, childish songs that were playing over the car stereo while Mama drove were even more annoying for Jackie than normal. She often liked to tell herself that she would be fine without the embarrassing amounts of sleep that she got, but if Jackie ever had a day where she got less than an hour and a half for a nap, she’d find herself tired for the rest of the day and sometimes would be so grumpy that Mama would decide that she needed to go to bed even earlier than her normal 7pm bedtime.

As usual, Mama hadn’t bothered to tell Jackie where they were headed, but the change in routine gave Jackie a pretty good idea of their destination. Though it was theoretically possible that they were heading to a birthday party for one of the other adult babies in the area, it was most likely that the change signaled that it was time for Jackie to get a haircut.

Jackie had made this trip many times before. For almost the first year that she had been returned to infancy, Jackie hadn’t had a haircut. Her hair had been fairly short in college, but it had eventually grown extremely long and fairly unmanageable. Her Nanny, as her Mama was then known, had heard from one of her fellow care-givers that there was a salon in town that closed down its normal business one Saturday afternoon every couple of months and provided haircuts to several of the big babies in the area. For the remaining two years that she had lived as her biological parents’ overgrown infant and the three years since she’d been “adopted” by her Mama, Jackie had been a regular on those Saturday afternoons.

As with almost every trip out of the house, Jackie had come to hate her haircuts. With the salon closed, it was only other adults in her situation and their caretakers who were around, but having more people around always increased the opportunities for humiliation. Not only did Jackie have to continue to play her babyish role in front of the other mommies (whose rules and admonishments for their own charges often gave Mama new and humiliating ideas to use on Jackie), but she had to endure the haircuts themselves.

Over the course of the five years since she’d been subject to several particularly mortifying styles. At first, her mother had favored a relatively simple cut that lent itself to easy pigtails – a classic but basic look that Jackie could live with, especially when left down. Once Mama took over such decisions, though, things changed significantly. Within a few months, Jackie’s head had been completely shaved, and even applied with a cream that had left her without hair growing back in for the next few months. Though that had saved her from a few rounds of haircuts, Jackie had hated having no hair, especially since during that period Mama treated her as much like a newborn as possible by carrying her more and increasing the amount that she breastfed Jackie. After about six months, Jackie’s hair had finally begun to grow back and the trips to the salon resumed. At first, her trips had mostly involved styling, but eventually her hair was long enough to need trimming in order to maintain a style over the course of the next few months. Her hair was not nearly as thick as it had been before it was cut off, but it had still gotten long enough now to be tied into high ponytails that emerged from the top of her head, which Jackie found to be a particularly humiliating look.

Though Jackie wished they wouldn’t, they soon arrived at the salon. Mama parked the car in the parking lot behind the building and came around to the back door of the car. She grabbed the large, pastel pink diaper bag with the embroidered inscription “OPEN IN CASE OF EMERGENCY” from the seat next to Jackie, and then unbuckled the straps that had tightly restrained her in the seat.

As she climbed out of the car and Mama closed the door behind them, Jackie suddenly became highly self-conscious about her outfit. Though it hadn’t fully turned cold yet, the slight autumn chill had meant that Mama had begun “making sure that her little baby wasn’t cold” when they went out. As such, Jackie was wearing a rather heavy pink fleece jacket that fastened with four buttons stylized to look like small children’s blocks spelling the word “baby” from top to bottom. The jacket was paired with a matching wool hat designed to look like what a baby girl would wear home from the hospital, complete with a small ribbon bow that featured prominently on Jackie’s forehead. In practice, since the garage door hadn’t even been open when Jackie got into the car, the coat and hat only served to make Jackie much too warm and contributed to her inability to shake her post-nap grogginess. Peeking out from under the coat was the very bottom of the skirt of her short, royal purple baby dress. Of course, none of this did anything to hide the matching purple rhumba pants that theoretically concealed her obviously bulging diaper. Her legs were covered by a pair of opaque white tights that had been put on over her diaper but underneath her panties. On her feet, she wore black Mary-Janes with a modest heel, and the entire look was accompanied by her oversized and omnipresent pacifier.

Immediately, though without great force, Mama grabbed Jackie by the wrist and led her across the parking lot to the salon’s entrance. Mama pressed the doorbell, and though there was little chance of being seen and she’d be happy for it as soon as she was inside, Jackie wished that the door wasn’t locked so that she wouldn’t have to stand exposed in her babyish attire as they waited.

After what felt like minutes, but was really just about 15 seconds, the door was opened by the salon’s proprietor, Ms. Parker.

“Oh, Baby Jackie!” she exclaimed. “Come in darling, you must be freezing out there. It’s so good to see you!”

Jackie wasn’t freezing in the slightest, but she gladly stepped into the salon, followed by Mama. Ms. Parker closed the door behind them, and then planted a kiss on Jackie’s cheek.

“Say hi to Ms. Parker,” Mama said as she pulled Jackie’s pacifier out of her mouth.

“Hi Miff Pahkah,” Jackie lisped.

Her job done, the pacifier was just as quickly replaced and Jackie automatically began sucking on its bulb. Mama went to work, first removing Jackie’s hat and then removing Jackie’s coat, all while Jackie stood there uselessly.

“I just love your dress, princess!” Ms. Parker said, taking a small step back to survey it as Mama hung up the coat and diaper bag on a rack near the door.

“Say thank you to Ms. Parker,” Mama said, again removing the pacifier, ostensibly so that Jackie could speak more clearly, though she was still mandated to lisp outlandishly.

“Fank you Miff Pahkah,” Jackie said, following the time-honored strategy of exactly mimicking the words that Mama prompted her with.

“And maybe a little curtsey so that she can see it better?” Mama prompted while returning the pacifier to its normal home.

Jackie didn’t necessarily want to, but she obediently grabbed a hold of both sides of her dress, bent her knees as she raised her hands to more fully reveal her diapers (Jackie knew that nobody was actually paying attention to the skirt), and finished with a slight twirling flourish that guaranteed that she wouldn’t be required to repeat her humiliation.

“Oh, very beautiful!” Ms. Parker exclaimed. “Now why don’t you go play with your friends?”

Grateful to be out of the high-pressure interaction with a less familiar grown-up, Jackie continued the five or so wobbly paces down the entrance hall of the salon and stepped out into the main part of the shop. It featured a single room, with the cutting area in the front and chairs for waiting along the wall in the back. Jackie suspected that the salon must normally cater to families with young children, as there was a play area that took up much of the floor behind the chairs that was full of toys that the babies were to play with on these Saturdays.

Jackie surveyed the scene. In the chair, apparently just about to get her haircut was Jackie’s frequent playdate companion, Baby Tory. Tory’s nanny and Jackie’s Mama were good friends, as they were similar ages and similarly eager tormentors of their charges. Though Jackie and Tory had little in common themselves except for their babied states, that friendship meant that the two of them saw each other at least monthly outside of haircuts. Ironically, since haircuts always happened on Saturdays, Tory never came with her nanny, but instead with her mommy, the wife of Tory’s ex-boyfriend who had been dominating Tory with her husband for nearly two decades. Mama and Tory’s mommy had much less in common, and so while they were cordial, there was much less chatter than during a regular playdate.

On the floor in the center of the room was Stephanie, the first girl that Jackie had ever met who was in a similar situation to her. Hers was in fact very similar, as she too had been regressed by parents who were disappointed by the choices that she had made independently, though she continued to live with them and was accompanied to the salon by her mother.

Over by the wall, Jackie could see Baby Kori, whom she had met a few times outside of the salon and often saw here. Kori was being fed a bottle across the lap of her slightly older sister, who Jackie had learned had regressed Kori after having spent more than a year supporting her and providing shelter without Kori showing any signs of seeking a job. Though Kori was only a few years younger than Jackie, Jackie had always felt like they had little in common. Once she had learned more about Kori’s background, Jackie had done her best to keep her distance when possible at the salon, as she felt that if anyone deserved this fate, it might well be Kori.

Finally, sitting on a tiny chair at a tiny table and having a tea party with a few dolls that sat in the other seats was another baby that Jackie didn’t feel comfortable around, albeit for different reasons. Susie, as she was called, was the only baby that Jackie knew that wasn’t actually a girl, but in fact a sissy. His wife, who sat along the wall with the other dominant women, had regressed him several years prior, and in many ways, Susie stood out for her girlish looks and behavior even in a room full of women who dressed and acted like the most stereotypical of little girls. The sissy always wore short, lacy dresses that were filled out by layers of petticoats and complimented by higher heels than any of the other babies were ever permitted, and today’s pastel yellow dress was no exception. While all of the babies in the room lisped on the rare occasions they were allowed to speak, Susie’s was so high-pitched and ridiculous that Jackie could barely believe it could possibly come from an adult, let alone a man. Jackie didn’t really have a problem with Susie, but the presence was still somewhat off-putting. Except for her actual father and for Mama’s boyfriend of more than two years who she now was made to call Dada, her world was exclusively female. While part of her recognized that Susie was much too busy being thoroughly embarrassed about all of the women in the room seeing him this way, Jackie couldn’t help but be extra self-conscious about her babyish status and especially her diapered state when she knew that there was a man of approximately her age in the room.

In addition to the people in the room, the other thing that Jackie quickly noticed as she stepped in was the smell. She’d recognized early on in her first visit to the salon that one of the reasons that the salon closed to other customers during this time was the unmistakable stench of a daycare that overtook the salon. Sure, there might have been some concern for anonymity (though Jackie assumed that was mostly the caregivers not wanting too many people aware of their likely criminal exploitation of their charges rather than a sudden concern that the babies might be even further humiliated), but most customers wouldn’t want to share a small shop with so many babies and so many diapers. The close concentration of high quantities of baby powder, stale urine, and often much worse meant that the room soon smelled much like any of the babies’ nurseries at home. The pungent aroma that had greeted Jackie as she entered the room let her know that one of her companions was either wearing a messy diaper currently or had recently been changed out of one.

Upon reaching the carpeted play area, Jackie dutifully dropped to her knees and began to crawl over to Stephanie, who in her mind was easily the best choice to play with given the circumstances. Almost surely just because they had met first and had a similar backstory, Jackie had long ago decided that she liked Stephanie the best of her “friends.” She had no idea what she might be like if they were to meet outside of the confines of their second infanthood, but here they had built up a reasonable rapport.

Had it been a playdate, the two girls would have been forced to endure an elaborate greeting ritual that involved sharing a dramatized, wet kiss on the lips. However, in this setting the mommies seemed to think that it was more hassle than it was worth to have each girl greet each other in such an involved manner, since it necessitated the removal and replacements of pacifiers several times over and could never be done efficiently so long as one girl was getting her haircut. Instead, Jackie and Stephanie simply exchanged a knowing glance from behind their binkies, and Jackie picked up a stuffed animal from the pile near Stephanie.

Although Jackie and Stephanie weren’t allowed to actually speak unless prompted, and certainly weren’t permitted to converse with each other, now that they were playing together, they were expected to make noises that “showed that they were having fun.” This was quite a challenge, since they were expected to be fairly raucous without having the opportunity to coordinate any sort of premise with each other, and they weren’t, in fact, having much of any fun at all. By now, Jackie had learned that her playtime with the other babies was designed to make them resort to the most demonstratively babyish forms of play possible, and also to force them to really work at it, which would make it challenging for them to pay attention to the grown-up conversation. This was a shame, because Jackie was always desperate to overhear it. It often contained interesting details about her companions’ lives and backstories and it was almost the only time she ever heard anyone speak in anything but baby talk.

As usual, the result of the play rules meant that Jackie and Stephanie started to make a range of noises, ranging from humming to animal noises, with occasional high-pitched squeals and obviously fake, childish giggles mixed in as well. While not remotely stimulating, the exercise did require some focus, which helped to make time pass faster than it did when Jackie was on her own in a playpen. Soon enough, they were approached by Mama, Stephanie’s Mommy, and Ms. Parker.

“I’m sorry to break up your fun, babies, but it’s time for somebody’s haircut,” Ms. Parker said patronizingly.

It turned out that it was Stephanie’s turn, and she was helped to her feet and escorted over to the chair by her Mommy and Ms. Parker. In the meantime, Mama put her hands in Jackie’s armpits and used her prodigious strength to lift her straight off of the ground and carry her towards one of the couches on the side of the room.

“It’s time for my wittle gurl to have a nice big buh-buh before her turn,” she cooed right in Jackie’s ear.

They sat down at the far side of the same couch that Kori had been fed on earlier. Kori had been released and was now making the required fool of herself while attempting to dance along to a video playing children’s songs on the television in the corner of the room. Her mommy/sister, however, remained on the coach, and quickly asked if she could feed Jackie her bottle, which was fairly common practice at these events. Though Jackie wished she wouldn’t since she somehow found it even more humiliating to obediently slurp down formula when someone unfamiliar was doing the feeding, Mama unsurprisingly agreed.

From the arm of the couch, she picked up the bib that she had removed from Jackie’s diaper bag and fastened the Velcro together behind Jackie’s neck. The bib was a simple white number embroidered with a yellow duck, sized for an actual baby. It would be completely useless if anything were to actually spill, but that was virtually impossible during a bottle feeding. Instead, it was meant to be another ridiculous little reminder of Jackie’s infantile status, a function it performed quite effectively.

Mama eased Jackie’s head back into her new tormenter’s lap, and then positioned Jackie’s feet across her own lap. She quickly handed over the bottle, and Jackie’s pacifier was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of the bottle.

Although Kori’s Mommy was cooing all sorts of comments about how sweet she was, Jackie knew that she had no obligation to in any way respond except by continuing to suck on the grossly sweet formula that made up almost all of her daily liquids. Despite the added humiliation of the close attention of a near-stranger who could have been a social peer had her life taken a more normal path, Jackie was quickly settling into a rhythm when she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing to announce the arrival of another customer.

Turning her attention away from Stephanie, whose hair she had been washing, Ms. Parker disappeared down the hallway to answer the door.

“Oh, hi, you must be Julia! I’m Ms. Parker. It’s so nice to meet you!” Jackie heard from across the short distance to the door.

“I am. We’re so excited to meet you too!”

“And look at this!” Ms. Parker continued, turning her tone towards a more syrupy coo that told Jackie that she had turned her attention to Julia’s charge. “How precious, you must be so proud! Oh, please do come in. This is exciting!”

As she heard the sounds of coats being taken off and hung up, Jackie racked her mind to think if she knew a caretaker named Julia. She didn’t think so, which might mean that she was about to meet a new entrant to the bizarre social circle she inhabited, though she knew that she didn’t know most of the dominant women in the salon’s first names, so it was possible that she was mistaken.

“All right, come right through then and I can introduce everybody,” said Ms. Parker, confirming Jackie’s suspicions as she reemerged from the hallway. She was followed by an average height woman of seemingly no more than 25 dressed in a chic sweater and flattering jeans, who Jackie quickly surmised must be Julia. Somewhat hiding behind her, each being gently pulled along by one of Julia’s hands, came not one but two girls who would clearly be joining Jackie on the list for Ms. Parker’s haircuts today.

Jackie was stunned, as she’d never seen anyone with two babies before. Furthermore, a quick doubletake confirmed that the two girls were quite clearly identical twins. They were both just slightly smaller than Julia, and wore matching baby-blue dresses with pink puffy sleeves that were so short that they didn’t even make an effort to conceal the thick diapers they wore underneath. They even seemed to be nervously sucking on their pacifiers in almost perfect unison. From across the room, the only difference that Jackie could spot between the two of them was that one of the two women wore a childish-looking pair of pastel-purple-rimmed glasses.

Jackie’s gawking was curtailed at least temporarily when Ms. Parker addressed the room in a deliberate, sing-song voice that kept up the premise that the big babies would only understand what she was saying if she used that preposterous tone.

“Everyone, we have some new friends today! This,” she said, gesturing towards the girl with glasses, “is Baby Lauren. And here is her sister, Baby Katie. And this is their mommy, Julia.”

“Say hi to your new friends, girls,” Julia gently commanded, ushering them forward from behind her as she spoke.

Still behind their pacifiers, both girls gave a muffled “hi” and a weak wave from the hand that Julia wasn’t holding. Katie, in particular, seemed unable to pick her eyes up to look at the crowd.

“Babies, all the other little girls here are going to be your friends,” continued Ms. Parker, beginning a round of introductions. “Right here just getting her hair cut now is Baby Stephanie. Over there by the TV is Baby Kori.”

Jackie’s eyes followed the direction of the point, seeing that Kori had paused her arrhythmic shaking and twisting, leaving her in an exaggeratedly bow-legged stance in front of the television as she looked back over her shoulder to take in the show-stopping arrival of the twins.

“This is Baby Susie and her mommy,” Ms. Parker said, as Jackie noticed slight looks of surprise register on the twins’ faces at the sight of the obviously sissified man. Susie had abandoned her tea party and was now being read a children’s story by his wife while sitting on the floor between her legs with his head resting on her thigh docilely. Jackie had reason to believe that Susie in fact quite despised this role, but she was always amazed at just how devoted of a mama’s girl the sissy could play.

“Over in the corner, that’s Baby Jackie having a nice bot-bot from Kori’s mummy,” Ms. Parker said, turning the room’s attention to where Jackie wanted it least. “And her Mama is on the other side of the couch.”

Nothing was expected of Jackie, but she still froze. Even as she had followed the conversation around the room, she had continued to make steady progress on her bottle, but now it simply sat in her mouth as she felt the focus of the newcomers turn to her. It truly didn’t matter, but she suddenly wished that her head had been on the other side of the couch so that her exposed diaper bulge would be pointed towards the back wall of the room as opposed to being clear for all to see. She knew that two of the three women might be dressed even more ridiculously than she was, and that the third was the one who dressed them like that, but she still felt an instinctive need to preserve the modesty that she had functionally lost long ago.

Perhaps fortunately for Jackie, she could see as she turned a blushing glance towards the new entrants that they were not really paying her much attention already. They were looking in her general direction, but their attention was focused squarely on the floor near the sofa adjacent to the one Jackie occupied, and Jackie could suddenly see why. As Jackie had been doing her best to zone out the annoying cooing from Kori’s mommy by focusing intently on the cartoon images on the side of her bottle, it seemed she had missed the early stages of Tory getting a diaper change before the doorbell had rung. Though it had perhaps just begun, her mommy had clearly not allowed the new company to be a deterrent. As the room’s attention turned to them, she was holding the middle-aged woman’s ankles high in the air with one hand and grasping for baby wipes with the other. One look at Tory’s filthy bottom and the diaper underneath her confirmed for Jackie that Tory had been the source of the smell that Jackie had noted when she walked into the salon. Jackie’s eyes lingered for a moment longer and she saw the mortified big baby twitch as the first cold wipe broke through the shameful brown mush and revealed her clean-shaven skin. Jackie had seen Tory’s diapers changed many times before, but she’d never seen her look remotely so embarrassed. The silent tears that Jackie could see welling in Tory’s eyes betrayed just how much she wished not to meet new people with a dirty backside being helplessly wiped. Jackie turned her glance back to the entrance, and observed that Lauren, Katie, and even Julia all had looks that could best be described as awe on their faces. She wondered if they were surprised only because it was an odd way to meet someone in their 40s, even in the circumstances, or if part of the look had to do with how Tory put up no discernable resistance even in the face of such extreme humiliation.

After a rather lengthy pause, Ms. Parker offered a narration. “THAT,” she said without needing to gesture, “is Baby Tory and her Mommy.”

“Nice to meet you, everyone,” offered Tory’s mommy, looking up between wipes of her charge’s dirty anus. “Sorry about my little poo-poo princess here. Babies like her never do seem to pick a good time to make stinkies, do they?”

Perhaps sensing a moment to inflict maximum embarrassment, she quickly moved herself closer to Tory’s face and cooed rhetorically, “You never do make stinkies at a good time, do you Baby Tory? I don’t think so. You’re just a big poopy princess with bad timing!” With that, she planted a patronizing kiss on her crying forehead and returned to the task of cleaning up after the shameful evidence that her accusations carried more truth than Tory would have liked.

Jackie felt bad for Tory, but was also glad that attention had focused on her so briefly and that it hadn’t been her being so singularly humiliated. She realized that she had been gawking like everyone else when Kori’s mommy gently pushed on the bottle to ease her head back into the normal lying position. She once again began suckling as she heard Ms. Parker dismiss Lauren and Katie to go play. She saw Lauren dash off to the tea set that Susie had vacated with surprising energy, and noted that Katie looked decidedly less enthusiastic as she followed.

“Kori, keep dancing over there,” Kori’s mommy instructed to what in reality was her sister while continuing to firmly hold Jackie’s bottle in place.

“Yeff mummy,” came the hastily squealed response, and Kori furiously redoubled her remarkably childish efforts.

Jackie looked up and realized that both caretakers were glowing. Instantly, she realized that neither her Mama nor Kori’s had felt any sympathy for Tory, but instead had shared her Mommy’s thrill in the utter humiliation that was inflicted. Jackie could tell that all of these women must have shared a set of instincts that allowed them to treat the babies like this in the first place, and that each of them was feeling a major rush right now. It didn’t actually surprise her in the slightest to see Mama react this way, but it still scared her. She didn’t think Mama could recreate that particular scenario, but thrills like these often turned into Mama’s most innovative ways to torture Jackie within her humiliating role in their strange family.

Jackie tried not to imagine finding herself at the center of that scene as she finished her bottle. Once she was done, she was sat up in Kori’s mommy’s lap, with the slight warm squish that accompanied the position change reminding her that she’d been uselessly trickling pee into her diaper since she was changed a few hours ago. Kori’s mommy began to steadily apply firm pats to Jackie’s back, beginning the embarrassing process of producing a few pre-requisite burps before the feeding could really end. She held the bib up to Jackie’s chin with her other hand. For a second Jackie was a bit confused, but then she realized that it was probably a stand-in for a burp rag, which wasn’t really necessary for adult babies but was still used occasionally by most of the dominants in the room.

Jackie took in the scene in front of her. Tory was now secured in a fresh diaper and was herself in the midst of bottle feeding, which was surely a welcome respite from the attention of a few minutes earlier.

Jackie’s focus settled onto the mysterious new twins. What caught her eye first was that they were playing differently than the other babies in the room. The most obvious difference was that they were standing up. Though standing could occasionally be a part of specific activities like Kori’s dancing, in general all of the other babies in the room were expected to be crawling and doing all of their playing on the floor. Beyond that, though, Jackie was struck by the energy that Lauren and Katie were bringing to their play. Lauren seemed to be completely over the embarrassment she felt upon walking in, and was constantly jumping around from toy to toy, picking it up and playing with it for a few minutes before bounding off the next item that caught her eye. Katie seemed mostly concerned with not losing Lauren, and would quickly follow her sister everywhere she went. It was like nothing Jackie had ever seen before. She was expected to show signs of enthusiasm when playing with the other babies, but nobody cared that the enthusiasm was obviously faked so long as it existed. Yet, with these twins, it almost seemed like they were actually enjoying themselves.

Jackie’s observation time was cut short after a few more minutes when Ms. Parker, now finished with Stephanie’s haircut, came over to announce to Jackie that she would be next.

“Oh, yay, how exciting!” Mama said, choosing different words than Jackie would have. She sprung into action, removing the bib from Jackie’s neck and picking her up from Kori’s mommy’s lap. Though she was carried some at home, Jackie always noticed that Mama loved to show off by carrying Jackie and any of the other babies she could as much as possible when she was in a more public setting. Here, Mama effortlessly brought her across the room and deposited her into the chair.

“Still want what you mentioned in your email?” Ms. Parker asked. She and Mama were always careful not to ever expressly say what the haircut would be, so that Jackie never knew what she was getting until it was happening. Jackie wouldn’t have had any say in the decision no matter what, but not letting her know what was even happening to her was yet another way that Mama accentuated her helplessness to her.

“Yes, please,” said Mama.

“Alright then! Baby Jackie, this won’t hurt a bit.”

Jackie knew that it wouldn’t physically hurt in the slightest, but her pride wasn’t as certain to be left unscathed. As was usually the case, she could only hope that the haircut would simply tidy up her current style. She wouldn’t have chosen to wear her hair that way, but at least she was used to it.

Ms. Parker busied herself fastening the Hello Kitty smock around Jackie’s neck. She’d seen it before, but it always amazed her. They could easily have used a monotone smock like one would expect to find at most salons and Jackie very much doubted that she or any of the other babies who came into the shop would have felt that the smock made them feel particularly adult, especially given that they were all still sucking on their pacifiers during the haircuts. The more childish smock didn’t actually make Jackie feel any more babyish, but it was yet another illustration to her of the almost absurd lengths that Mama and the other caregivers went to ensure that she and the others never even came close to the trappings of adulthood.

As Ms. Parker began using a spray bottle to moisten her hair, the new woman, Julia, came over and approached Mama, who had taken up one of the two seats closest to the chair to watch proceedings.

“Mind if I sit?” she asked.

“Oh, of course not. Nice to meet you,” Mama said, extending a hand for a handshake.

“Have you and Jackie been coming here long?”

“Well, Jackie has been coming here for about 5 years now, but I’ve only been bringing her for the last three or so.”

“Oh, wow,” said Julia, sounding genuinely surprised. “That’s longer than I would have expected that Ms. Parker had even been doing this.”

“Oh, you flatter me!” chimed Ms. Parker as she continued to run a comb through Jackie’s light brown hair. “I did my first one of these on Baby Tory on the second day I had the shop almost 20 years ago. I knew her mommy a little from a couple of kinky parties we had seen each other at along the way, and when I opened the shop she asked if she could bring Tory by. Back then it was just her so we did it after hours, but it just keeps growing!”

“She’s been a baby for 20 years?” Julia asked.

“Absolutely,” said Ms. Parker. “Wouldn’t know how to be a grown-up if she tried anymore.”

“Wow! That’s crazy. I never knew things like this could last so long.”

“Tell me about it,” said Mama, in a juicy tone that told Jackie that she was clearly turning to gossip mode. “When I first met Baby Jackie almost six years ago, I never would have guessed. Now I can’t imagine how boring life without having her would be.”

Jackie was glad someone was entertained. She found her life to be incredibly boring, and the times when it wasn’t boring were usually much worse.

“Wait, I thought you said you’ve only had her for three years?” Julia asked. “And who had her before if you knew her six years ago?”

“Oh right, I should have explained,” said Mama. “Jackie calls me Mama now, but she used to call me Nanny. Right after she finished college, her parents decided that she wasn’t really turning out right and that they were better off just keeping her as the family baby. So they basically made her what you see here today. For a little while, her Mommy stayed home with her, but eventually she wanted to go back to work, so they hired me to be her Nanny. I didn’t exactly know what I was getting into in terms of a time commitment, but the pay was great and I loved getting to come up with ways to baby her as much as possible. So then, about three years ago, her parents came to me with a proposition. They definitely still wanted Jackie to be a baby, but they felt like having Jackie live at their house didn’t make sense anymore. She was basically always asleep when they were home except on the weekends, but having her there meant they couldn’t really travel without it being a major hassle. So we came to an agreement. They furnished my house with all of the stuff they already had, but kept all of Jackie’s stuff there too. They still pay me, actually more since it is 24/7 now, and Jackie usually spends a day or two on the weekends over there for a while so I still get some alone time. Plus, now we can coordinate it so that she goes over there for longer and I actually get to take some time off too. And I still love to find new ways to keep a big baby in line, so it’s great for me.”

Jackie could see Julia looking at her now in the mirror. Though the story hadn’t really been about her as much as Mama, she still was blushing at her embarrassing role in it. Julia was nodding, seemingly taking it all in.

“Seems like a good job,” she finally responded.

“Best I’ve ever had,” said Mama. “I have to say, I was a little surprised when Ms. Parker said that you were their mommy, not their babysitter or something. How did you get into this?”

As the conversation was continuing, Jackie was annoyed by a tugging at the back of her hair. She couldn’t see to be sure, but from the weight it felt like Ms. Parker was pulling her hair into tight curlers. Jackie was bemused by the thought of what that might wind up looking like, but the rare chance to overhear adult conversation kept her attention.

“Well, it was really kind of an accident,” Julia started....

 

To be continued

[Destruction6969]

Good evening. Dude, I haven't read the story yet, but you are the most anticipated comeback of all time. I've been coming to the page for years, waiting for your return. Your two stories marked me and I consider them the best written stories on the subject. There are also wonderful ones from other authors, but at most, on a par with what you created.

I hope you keep writing and I wish you all the best.

To say that I have the illusion through the roof, and a desire to read more content from jackie.

Thank you for everything created and for coming back. You don't know how much you've been missed.

You left an indelible mark and I just wanted to record that you conquered me with your way of writing and approaching the subject. An idol of the masses. The return of the prodigal son.

[Josh23]

Oh wow I loved your previous stories and never thought I would see an update! Loved it

[GFOP]

Part 2 (final)

“Well, it was really kind of an accident,” Julia was replying. “I met the twins in college. I was a year older than them, but they were both pledging the sorority that I was in. Normally we didn’t really do much in terms of hazing, but for some reason that year it was decided that we would have everyone who was pledging spend a weekend as babies. And normally each of us would just be in charge of one of the new girls, but then one of my friends in the sorority had a family emergency and had to go home. I was already supposed to be doing Lauren, and since my friend had Katie and they were twins, they decided to have me be in charge of both of them. It was all really low-brow stuff – basically they just had to wear the sorority t-shirts and a cheap adult diaper all weekend, and then we’d give them lots bottles or baby food with lots of fiber in it to make them have to use them, and they’d have to play some stupid games and stuff. Honestly, I thought it was going to be pretty dumb and kind of too mean to make them use the diapers and stuff. But then, when we did it, it was weird. Right off the bat, I kind of liked it. I was probably more gentle and nice than everyone else actually, because it didn’t seem right, but I sort of loved putting them in diapers or feeding them and having them need me to do anything.”

“So the whole weekend ended, and I sort of couldn’t stop thinking about it, but I didn’t think I’d ever mention it because I wouldn’t even know how. But then one day while everyone was at dinner, maybe like three weeks later, it came up, and Lauren mentioned sort of casually that she didn’t actually hate it. That definitely got my attention. Since I was supposed to sort of be her mentor we talked together a lot, and later I asked her about it.”

“How’d you even do that?” asked Mama, seemingly sharing Jackie’s surprise that this conversation could have happened.

“Well, we’d been drinking before we were going to go out to a party, so I think I probably was a little more forward than I normally would be, and she was probably a little more open about it after that.”

“Ok, that makes a little more sense,” Mama replied.

“Yeah, it made more sense at the time I think,” said Julia. “I don’t even know what I thought was going to happen. But so anyways, it was just the two of us in my room, maybe like three days after she said that, and I just sort of asked her what she meant when she said she didn’t hate it.”

Just then, the conversation was interrupted when Lauren herself hustled over to where Julia and Mama were sitting.

“Umm, Mommy, I hafta tell you something,” she said breathlessly from behind her pacifier.

“What’s that, La-La?” Julia asked, quickly slipping into a tone universally reserved for speaking with a child.

“It’s a secwet!” came Lauren’s reply.

“Oh, ok,” said Julia, taking out Lauren’s pacifier and leaning closer so that Lauren could whisper.

Julia nodded as Lauren whispered something in her ear.

“Why are you telling me, silly?” she asked. “You have to tell her mommy that.”

“But I’m scawed,” Lauren replied, almost sheepishly.

“Oh, there is no need to be scared, princess. Here, I’ll come with you.”

Jackie was confused, and she sensed that she wasn’t the only one unsure of what to make of the spectacle. The babies here rarely initiated anything and it seemed most of the shop was trying to figure out what Lauren could possibly want. She could see that Katie remained at the small tea set, now joined by both Susie and Stephanie. An empty fourth chair seemed to indicate where Lauren had come from. All three had their attention firmly on Lauren and Julia.

Julia stood up from her chair and grabbed the hand of her suddenly less confident charge. She guided Lauren across the room to where Susie’s mommy sat. She seemed to have been looking at something on her phone, but Jackie could tell that she too had been watching the unexpected scene unfold.

“Go ahead,” Julia commanded. “Tell Susie’s mommy what you told me.”

Lauren seemed to falter slightly, but Julia put a supportive hand on her shoulder, and finally, in a much less assured version of her lisp, she said, “I fink dat Susie made stinkies.”

“Ahh,” said Susie’s mommy, “that’s very helpful of you for letting me know, little one. Thank you! Let’s find out. Baby Susie, come over to Mommy for a moment please.”

Having heard everything like everyone else in the room, Susie was already beet red. Jackie watched as the miserable sissy dropped from his tiny chair into his required crawling position and began to make his way over to his dominant wife. The odor of the room did seem a little more pungent now that Jackie thought about it, though Tory’s used diaper that sat on top of the garbage pail was still so fresh that it had never really dissipated.

Rising to her feet as Susie arrived, Susie’s mommy took center stage in the room. As with some of the other caretakers, she seemed to be relishing her opportunity to humiliate her charge with an audience.

“Baby Lauren thinks you might be a dirty girl, Susie. Is that true?” she asked, as if there was any doubt about the reason that she’d summoned her husband over. “Are you a smelly girl? Let’s check.”

Jackie suspected that, like her, the sissy was strictly forbidden from ever acknowledging the state of her diapers. While she knew that real babies would cry for a change, she had been repeatedly told that babies didn’t have any idea if they were wet or messy and that she was to just continue playing until a grown-up decided that she needed a change. Susie seemed to be behaving similarly, and his only response to the questioning was to tense up for the inevitably embarrassing diaper check.

His wife bent over and used her left hand to lift the hem of his yellow dress, which had been just barely covering the top of his diaper, further up his back. She used her other hand to pull out the back of his ruffled panties and diapers, then dramatically lowered her head to visually inspect. She wrinkled her nose, presumably somewhat playing up the smell, and then quickly released the diaper and dress and stood back up.

“Baby Lauren, you were right,” she declared. “You’re a very good helper! Baby Susie is a very dirty girl!” Turning back to the helpless baby on the floor, she said “You don’t smell as cute as you look, do you princess? I don’t think so. Too bad you already had your change after nap time. No more new diapers until right before night-nights.”

The sissy’s eyes were still rooted to the floor. He must have known that was coming too, as now that she was reminded, Jackie recalled that she was aware of this rule. She’d once heard his Mommy say that Susie used too many diapers and that she’d instead decided to use thicker diapers and only change him when he woke up, after naptime, and right before bedtime. In reality, Jackie usually only was changed three or four times a day as well, but the rigid schedule seemed like it would lead to too many situations like this when Susie had to wear a dirty diaper for several hours before a change. It dawned on Jackie that both mommy and baby would have known before the check even started that it was strictly for humiliation purposes, since there was no chance of it ending in a change. She felt bad for the sissy, but she also would guess that at least a part of him actually didn’t mind avoiding an embarrassing public change in front of so many women.

Turning back to Lauren once more, his mommy said, “Baby Lauren, I know that Baby Susie smells very yucky, but do you mind if she keeps playing with you?”

Lauren didn’t seem to know what to say, but after a nod from Julia, she simply said “Otay.”

“Why don’t you girls go back and do that then?” she asked, and with that the group dispersed, with the babies going back to the tea party and Julia returning to her seat next to Mama.

In the mirror, Jackie could now see the whole left side of her hair had been decked out in curlers. She didn’t like the direction this haircut was headed.

“That was quite a show,” Mama said to Julia.

“Yeah, Lauren really gets into the role.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Although it sounds like she maybe always has?”

“Well, yeah, true. Like I said, I asked her what she meant, and she said that she just really liked it getting to be the baby. I tried to pin her down, because I mean, c’mon, she couldn’t like the diapers, right? She said no, but that she didn’t hate them either. She’s actually come out of her shell more since, and I think she’s totally got a submissive side of her that likes them, or maybe likes to not like them. But what she really likes about it is that she got to just mess around and sort of dive into the role. She and Katie are both crazy smart, but it always stressed them out a lot to always work so hard. Especially Lauren. The funny thing is that now she is kind of the leader, but normally when they were together she almost never talked and let Katie do it for her. Basically, she just felt like being the baby was a really comforting release.”

“So, then what?” Mama asked.

“Well, yeah, I mean, when we were having that conversation, I didn’t really know what to say, so eventually I just blurted out that I kind of liked it too. And then we didn’t really talk for about a minute, and finally I asked if she ever wanted to do it again. She said yes, but she didn’t want anyone to know, which made sense. So we actually never did it again for the rest of the school year, but I think having that conversation helped us become closer friends. I used to tease her by calling her baby when we were together, and even though nobody was around she would blush pretty hard.”

“So the next year I ended up getting an apartment off campus with her and Katie, but by then it was kind of something I figured we’d never do because there was always someone around. But then when I showed up that year, like the third day she brought it up. Apparently she had been talking about it with Katie, and they wanted to try it again. I was surprised, because I’d never known Katie liked it at all, but I guess she sort of did but was also much more embarrassed than Lauren. So we tried it the very next weekend. We went to a party on Friday but then all day Saturday and Sunday I kept them in diapers, basically the same as when we were doing initiation. I loved it, but I figured that was it. We still had a lot of involvement in the sorority and school and we were busy. But a few months later they wanted to do it again and it started to become a little bit of a regular thing on the weekends.”

“Didn’t your other friends notice that you were always gone?” Mama asked.

“Well, I don’t think it was ever more than a couple of weekends in a month, so for the most part we could be pretty subtle. Plus, there was nothing that said I couldn’t go out for a little while. Sometimes I’d go get lunch or coffee with somebody, and I could run out to the library or whatever if I needed to. The first year especially it was really easy. Especially since Lauren and Katie already had a reputation for being bookworms who didn’t necessarily go out every weekend. The only thing that was hard for a little while was when I got pretty serious with my boyfriend during my senior year, which was our second year living together. He’d end up coming over a decent number of nights, and it got weird how some weekends I’d kind of be avoiding him for the weekend so that I could baby the girls. Honestly, I wanted to keep doing it, but it was starting to impact my relationship. Plus, a lot of times after a day of babying them, when I’d put them to bed at night I’d be a little charged by the whole experience. It was basically when I wanted my boyfriend to be over the most.”

Jackie was surprised that Julia was being so open about there being a sexual side to this roleplay. Not only had she never met Mama before, but usually the caretakers were a little more discreet around the babies. Jackie wasn’t naïve, and knew that at least Tory’s mommy and her own Mama got at least some degree of a thrill from their dominance, but it was still usually pretty taboo to discuss sexuality in front of the infantilized women.

“So how did you deal with that?” Mama asked. She seemed engrossed. Though it was rare, Jackie loved it when Mama got into gossip mode, because she always seemed to ask the questions she wasn’t allowed to.

“Well, it kind of came to a head after a near miss one time. After I put them to bed one time after one of our weekends, I had Kevin come over to our place. I had gone over to his place a couple of times when I really wanted to, but that was easy because I’d just get up real early the next morning. This time I thought he was going to go out to a party after and I’d just stay in, so I had him over for a booty call. But then when we were finished he was tired and decided to just go to sleep. I didn’t really have a way to kick him out or send him home, so I just had to sort of let it happen even though the girls were in their bedrooms and could totally come out in the morning in compromised positions. So once he fell asleep, I wrote a note on a sheet of paper telling them not to come out until I woke them up because Kevin was here and I slipped it under each of their doors. It worked, but I couldn’t get him out of the house until, like, ten. Since I’d put them to bed pretty early, they had both had been up for quite a while. Lauren always poops in the morning so she was in a filthy diaper, and Katie had leaked. Plus, they were both kind of mad at me, since this was supposed to be our secret and I put them at risk of being seen.”

“So we kind of let it sit for a couple of days, but finally I had to say something. It wasn’t a fight or anything, but I told them that if we were going to keep doing the whole mommy/babies thing then we were going to have to tell Kevin what was going on, or else I was going to have to stop. I didn’t want to, but I just wasn’t really able to do it the way it was going. Obviously, I didn’t make them decide right away, because I knew it was going to be hard for them to decide. But eventually, one night about a week later, they asked me how it would work if we did it more and told Kevin. They had a really good relationship with Kevin – actually, I wouldn’t have even started dating him if they hadn’t said they thought he was a really nice guy – so I think that helped. The three of us talked about how to do it for a little while and we decided that the easiest way would be for us to have him come over one night and all talk about it together.”

“So that’s what we did. We planned it a little more, but basically maybe a week later we deliberately made sure we were all home for dinner and we just told him about how we spent weekends as mommy and babies sometimes. He was definitely confused at first, but he started to understand a little better once we told him how it started. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable about it, and the girls were definitely embarrassed, so for a while I did most of the talking. Once we had him ask questions, he obviously asked about diapers right away. He definitely thought that part was weird at first, but I think he was mostly surprised that they would in any way willingly be put in diapers or use them. They told him that it wasn’t that they liked it, but just that they could get over it, but I don’t think that helped at first. But eventually he just wanted to know what we wanted him to do now that he knew about it.”

Jackie could barely believe what she was hearing. The twins wanted to wear diapers? Or at least were ok with wearing them, and willingly told a man of their age about it? She couldn’t even imagine herself in that conversation, because surely it would never happen.

“What did you say to that?” asked Mama.

“Well, that was the part where we were least sure about. The first thing we said was that he just had to be ok with it, which he promised he was, even if he wasn’t sure if he got it. Then we said that we wanted to be able to do it without hiding it from him. He didn’t have to come over if he didn’t want, but this way he would know we weren’t hiding anything from him. But we also told him he could come over if he wanted.”

“They were ok with that?” Mama asked, incredulously.

“Well, honestly, I think that Lauren liked the idea more than she wanted to admit. She probably kind of pushed Katie to come a little out of her comfort zone in order to allow that, but that was ultimately what they said. The only rule was that he couldn’t change them or see them naked. I think they would have both died if we did that on the first day, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what I thought of it either.”

“So what did Kevin say?”

“Well, at first, he just said he’d have to think about it, which made sense. Afterwards, when it was just the two of us, we talked a little more. At first he seemed to want to understand more about them, but eventually he wanted to know about me, and why I wanted to do it. At first, I sort of said it was because they wanted me too. I was actually weirdly embarrassed about it. He could kind of tell there was more to it though, so I told him about how the first time we’d done it at the initiation I’d quickly found out that I had a dominant streak and that I was growing to love it. I think he was a little surprised by that, but it was also a little like he was understanding for the first time. He asked me if I thought that the girls were feeling the same way, and I told him that Lauren almost certainly was, and that Katie was harder to tell because she was much shier about it. The last thing he asked was whether any of us had ever had a romantic relationship, which suddenly seemed like a fair question. I told him no, which was true, and then we left it for a while – all he said was to let him think about it.”

“OK, Baby Jackie,” interrupted Ms. Parker. “We have to let your curlers set. Come with me!”

Jackie was abruptly helped to her feet and led the short distance across the room to where the dryers sat waiting. She could hear Julia and Mama continuing to chatter as she was helped to a seated position by Ms. Parker.

“Now, I need you to stay very still for us for the next little while we wait for your hair to dry, ok baby girl?” Ms. Parker asked as she lowered the drying hood. Without waiting for a response, she turned on the dryer, and all sound was drowned out, replaced by the noise of the engines whirring to life.

Though Jackie knew better than to react, she was frustrated immensely by this turn of events. The conversation she’d been overhearing between Mama and Julia was probably the most interesting thing Jackie had heard in a year, and now, just as it seemed to be reaching a climax, she was shut completely out. She felt like the little girl she was treated as, knowing that the grown-ups were having fun while she had to miss out. For a while, she watched as they continued their animated conversation, which was now being joined by Kori’s sister as she and Ms. Parker had brought Kori over for her turn in the chair.

Eventually, Jackie grew tired of watching the conversation she could no longer listen to. Still, she was left with the better part of a half hour with very little to do. With her head in the dryer, she had little room to turn and watch the other girls play, so eventually she simply closed her eyes and tried to relax as she rhythmically sucked her pacifier.

She found herself thinking about these new girls, bewildered. Though she hadn’t heard the rest of the story, it seemed they actually wanted to be here. Jackie couldn’t imagine. She’d choose almost anything over the past six years. To her, there was no fun in being kept as a baby, and certainly there was no excitement. While her regression was obviously not by choice and not her fault at all, a part of her thought that all of the other girls around the shop were kind of losers for being in this position. And she definitely thought that Tory and Susie were the biggest losers of all, having gotten themselves into their positions somewhat willingly, only to end up seemingly regretting it. Lauren and Katie seemed to be coming in even more clear-eyed, but she wondered if they would end up regretting their choice too. 

Eventually, Kori’s haircut was finished. From what Jackie could see, little had actually changed. Her childish bangs hardly seemed shorter, and the short ponytail that she wore on the top of her head might have been shorter, but it would have been hard to say for certain. Kori’s sister seemed to prefer that Kori achieve a babyish hairstyle more by looking like she wasn’t very put together than the more elaborately childish styles that Jackie and Susie sported. Both achieved their goals – Ms. Parker had really captured the art of what made a little girl’s hair scream “little girl.”

With Kori once again vacating the chair, Ms. Parker came to fetch Jackie. Flicking off the dryer, she helped Jackie back across the room to the main chair.

Mama and Julia were still talking, but it seemed the subject had turned, because as they approached, Mama said, “Jackie, I think you are in for a special playdate with Baby Lauren and Baby Katie soon! Won’t that be fun?”

Jackie wasn’t expected to answer since nobody removed her pacifier, but in her head, she was filled with dread. Playdates were never fun, but she was intimidated by the idea of playing with those girls. For starters, they seemed to have different rules that might make it hard for Jackie to keep up without breaking her own. And the energy they seemed to exude looked downright exhausting. Jackie couldn’t imagine trying to keep up with them. Most of all, Jackie felt like she had more in common with Kori or even Susie than these two. How could she ever relate with them if they actually liked playing the baby?

Ms. Parker had the curlers out in just a few minutes, and with a few quick snips at stray hairs, pronounced herself satisfied. Mama came over and admired her work, impressed at the bouncy ringlets that Ms. Parker had achieved. Jackie was less thrilled. She looked far more like a little girl than she’d like to admit, and found herself hoping she’d be spending as little time as possible in the mirror in the next few weeks.

With that, Ms. Parker removed the Hello Kitty smock that she was still wearing and left her to Mama’s care while she and Julia went off to corral her next appointment. From behind her, Mama leaned over Jackie’s shoulder and placed one hand on the hem of her dress, raising it slightly while deftly slipping her other hand under her tights and rumba panties. Jackie froze as she submitted to the humiliating inspection, feeling even smaller in comparison to Mama than she actually was as Mama’s probing fingers pressed against the outer shell of her thick and increasingly heavy diaper.

“Just a little wet,” Mama said as she pulled her hand back, “but you will make it home no problem!”

Mama straightened up, pulling her heavy breasts off of Jackie’s shoulders, and Jackie attempted to sit up a little higher in her seat in an effort to regain some of her dignity after what she’d just allowed herself to be subjected to. As her eyes caught the mirror, however, she could see that Julia and Ms. Parker had returned with both Katie and Lauren, and that all four had seen what had just taken place.

“So much for the dignity,” Jackie thought to herself. She might have chuckled if she could have heard someone else have the same thought process crushed so quickly.

Seeing that they were keeping others waiting, Mama quickly slipped her hands under Jackie’s shoulders. Even from the back and with the angle preventing her from using her legs much, she was plenty strong enough to lift Jackie clear up over the chair. She deftly spun her around so that she was more firmly held on her hips. Though Jackie knew by now that Mama wouldn’t drop her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around Mama’s waist for a more secure ride.

Jackie could see looks of total shock on Julia and the twins' faces. Though she didn’t necessarily like it when Mama picked her up, she did enjoy the looks of startled terror on the faces of the other girls when Mama picked them up during playdates. Being carried was a part of babyhood that couldn’t be recreated for most of these adults.

Mama carried Jackie over to the center of the room and set her down next to Susie, who was playing by himself with a doll. Jackie was assaulted anew by the stench emerging from the sissy’s diaper, which was perhaps why the other girls had left him to play by himself.

“Susie,” Mama cooed, “Jackie would like to play with you for a few minutes before we have to leave.” Jackie didn’t want that at all, but it hardly mattered.

“Since it is only a few minutes, why don’t the two of you play pattycake?” Mama suggested.

Both Jackie and Susie knew that the suggestion was really an order, and so they obediently turned towards one another. Not allowed to speak even now, starting was always a challenge, even though they, as well as all of the other babies in the room except possibly Lauren and Katie, knew how to perform this task. After all, as Mama had told her long ago, all little girls know how to play pattycake.

The two held eye contact for a while until Jackie slowly made a start by bringing her right hand forward. Catching the signal, Susie did the same. With a trained amount of sheepish caution and clumsiness, they brought their two hands together in between their torsos, and then shyly pulled them back. They were trained to not really play pattycake so much as look like two little children who were trying to learn but were too uncertain and uncoordinated to really get it right. They repeated the gesture with their left hands, clapped their own hands together, and then touched both hands together in the center. While they could have done the whole thing in no more than a second or two, the required form took more like 15, and then it was repeated. Despite the repetition, Jackie knew she needed to remain focused on the task. She and Tory had once been chastised for doing it wrong (they were, in fact, doing it too quickly and making too solid of a contact with each other) and as punishment, were made to practice it on repeat for more than an hour. It had been simultaneously boring and mentally exhausting.

This time, she and Susie held it for no more than about 10 or 15 minutes, which was still plenty long enough for both. At last, Mama returned.

“I’m sorry, girls, but it’s time for us to go bye-byes!” she announced. “Can you give each other a kiss?”

Jackie really didn’t want to kiss the poopy sissy, as this was decidedly not the way she wanted to be kissing a man. Still, when Mama removed their respective pacifiers, both did as they were supposed to, opening their mouths and touching tongues a little as they rather loudly shouted “mmmmaah”.

Satisfied, Mama replaced their pacifiers, picked up Jackie once more, and strode over towards the chair, where Ms. Parker was just organizing the switch over from Lauren, who’d been in the chair, to Katie, who had been sitting on Julia’s lap.

“Julia, it was so great to meet you and the girls. You have my number. Text me when you want to get everyone together!”

“Will do!” said Julia.

“And Ms. Parker, thank you so much! Jackie looks adorable!”

“Oh, of course, dear!” replied Ms. Parker. “Anything for our little angel. Bye-bye, baby!”

Mama took Jackie over to the entryway and set her down, quickly and rather roughly putting on her coat and hat. She arranged Jackie’s diaper bag over her shoulder, grabbed Jackie’s hand, and just like that they were on their way to the car.

Within just a minute or two, Jackie was strapped securely into her seat, and as Mama walked around to the driver’s seat, Jackie realized that despite the slight chill in the air, the sun had made the car quite hot. She would surely be sweating quite a bit by the time that they got home.

“I hope you had fun, baby,” Mama said as she began to drive. “I know I did! Julia was a hoot – you’re just going to love your playdates with Baby Lauren and Baby Katie!”

Jackie suspected that what Mama really meant was that she would love them. And Jackie and Mama didn’t exactly have the same idea of fun.

“Your mommy will be over to babysit when we get home tonight, baby. Dada and I are going out on a date, so mommy will give you din-dins and put you down for night-nights. Don’t worry though, we’ll be home in the morning.”

Jackie had wondered why they had left early, and now she knew. Having her mother over was fine. Her mother had recently taken to making her describe the pictures in her bedtime stories, which she was required to do poorly. It was embarrassing, but no worse than dozens of other indignities she faced daily.

Having Dada over also meant that he would almost surely be around in the morning tomorrow. Though he’d been spending increasing amounts of time around the house, Jackie still didn’t like having him there. He and Mama frequently devolved into long sessions of kissing, cuddling, and more in the same room where Jackie was confined in the playpen. It always felt like a tease to Jackie, who was reminded of what she was missing out on in her second infanthood. Even worse, though she’d never seen them actually having sex, they’d often done it in the next room with the door open, leaving Jackie with almost no choice but to listen to their lovemaking. This was the closest Jackie ever got to consuming pornograpy (with the possible exception of if they walked naked to the shower in the immediate aftermath), but Jackie dared not act on the inevitable arousal that she involuntarily felt. Though Mama would occasionally allow her release, it was always on her terms, and this was a time where, if anything, Jackie sensed that Mama was getting off on her frustration. As much as she hated it, when it happened, she found herself just storing anything she heard or saw away as mental fodder for whenever Mama next let her find a moment of adult relief.

Jackie hoped that she would not be subjected to such torment again tomorrow, though she knew it would happen eventually. For now, though, she was glad to have made it through the haircut. While she’d found the day humiliating, it was clear to her that she hadn’t had it bad. Tory and Susie had experienced the sort of humiliation that all of them dreaded, the real stuff of nightmares. For today, all that she’d had to deal with was the haircut, which, as Ms. Parker had promised, hadn’t hurt a bit.

[StonerColdFox]

Wow! I've enjoyed all of your Jackie stories. You kill it each and every time and this extension of the saga is no exception. Her treatment seems to be especially cruel with no end in sight. Would love to see something good happen to her for once. I wonder if Dada will teach her how to be a big girl ? ?

Either way, can't wait to see what else you have in store for us!

[Charlatan]

Great seeing your return. Wonderful to see an addition to the story.

[DLSamurai]

I Don't often comment on stories, but your tales of Jackie are fantastically written.  I recommend you continue with more stories of her predicaments.

But do what feels natural to you.  Regardless I look forward to the next story you compose.

Great stories all around

Thank you!

[CynthiaCM]

A sequel to my two absolute favorite stories of all time!!!

[D503]

Absolutely concur with the above - it was wonderful to see your name back GFOP and to see your old stories and this excellent new story (with *willing* ABs! How embarrassing to be forced to play with them!).